Post number 600,, yeET
Hanzo:
He would most likely just smile at you fondly and admire you. You were being so openly romantic that it was enough to make him blush and look at you with that smitten expression. Because you were drunk, you had absolutely no filter… so when you picked up on his expression, you told him that you wished he would look at you in that way more. This led to Hanzo stiffening slightly, clearly flustered. He stroked your face and smiled remorsefully, promising you he’d be better. His heart melted at the sight of your smile.
Soldier: 76:
He wouldn’t allow himself to let you out of his sight; the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up in the morning and regret something. He wasn’t possessive, he would just watch from a far enough distance so you could have your fun but not too far that he couldn’t swoop in and get you out of a situation. Knowing you, this was bound to happen and he knew this from past experiences. So, when his time came, Jack thanked your friends for the good time and practically threw you over his shoulder to carry you out as you laughed and waved at them.
McCree:
He couldn’t resist the opportunity to look after you, you were being more clingy than usual and he was all here for it. You just so bubbly and adorable that he couldn’t stop smiling when you tried to steal his hat and pretend to be him. You were currently straddling his hips, he had his hands on your waist and that million-dollar smile on his face. Soon enough, when you started to get tired, Jesse could easily pick you up and escort you to your room with ease. You latched onto him perfectly and relaxed, breathing in the smell of your boyfriend.
Genji:
He would probably be filming you the entire time… it was perfect blackmail material! You would whine and try and grab the camera off of him, but he would always hold it at arm’s length and giggle as you half-heartedly attempt to steal it from him. Genji would ask you silly questions just to hear your reply in that slurred voice of yours. “Baaaabe.” You pouted before completely giving up and collapsing into his lap. He chuckled, running his fingers through your hair as you babbled something about how mean he was.
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“Hey, put this on.”
Genji rouses from his ‘meditation’ and rolls his head around to look at you upside down. “Hmmmm?” A gag, blindfold, and collar are tossed onto his chest and he looks at them with a raised brow. “What’s this for?”
From the other room, you yell at him to just put it on since you have your hands full. The ninja obliges, gnawing on the rubber ball that tastes more like saliva than it does rubber at this point. The collar goes on next after he strips off his crotch guard and all other pieces of his armour that can be removed, and after that the blindfold. It’s soft around his eyes and he lies back with his arms crossed over his chest. Faintly, he hears you rummage around in your office and wonders what exactly you’re doing. But it doesn’t sound like you’re able to find what you’re looking for, so maaaaaybe you won’t mind if he takes a little nap.
(a few moments later)
A sharp ‘a-HA’ startles him and he groans.
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Between the Heroes
All Might gives you a quick jerk, making you yelp. You’re down on all fours, fully-speared, and at the mercy of his thick cock, big enough as fitting of someone of his stature. It’s more stimulation than you can handle, so Genji on your supports your chin up with two of his fingers. The pads on the fingers are soft, giving you no discomfort.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his voice deep with concern.
“Uhuh,” you state dumbly.
“I have faith. She can handle us,” All Might beams, voice deeper than Genji’s and more confident. He extends a hand towards the other man, a cooperative gesture. The other large hand spread open on your backside. “I would love to pick her up and ravage her right here, but I want to hear your input, first.”
You would love that, too, being crushed against his chest with one of his massive arms and bounced on his cock until you drooled. Genji brushed his thumb along your bottom lip. You opened your lips to suck on its tip.
“A good man inside the bedroom as well, I see,” Genji says, with a cock of his head and a slight curl of his lips.
All Might chuckles. “I see no need to be greedy.”
Genji, having decided what he desires from you, nods to All Might and mutters something in Japanese to him. The larger man, twice as large as the cyborg, brings his hips. You feel every inch as he drags his cock from your cunt’s tight, slick embrace. He pushes back in just as slow, having mercy on you.
“Ah that feels good,” he whispers to himself.
His thumb withdrawing from your mouth, Genji’s fingers grip your jaw. Your mouth stays open to accommodate your soft moans. There’s no way you could be on the end of a fucking from All Might and be quiet about it. Genji inserts his smaller cock into your mouth. All Might roughly jerks his hips then, and your eyes roll back and you struggle not to let your teeth come down on what’s filling your mouth.
Genji knows you won’t be able to do much, so he does it for you. He cradles your jaw and pushing forward until you gag. It’s a choked sputter, but All Might shoots Genji a thumbs-up, still having faith in you. Genji brushes your tears away. He’s gentle, you would have gladly been used and abused for a few hours. Whatever they wanted to do.
Genji’s cock saws in and out, the leaking tip pressing on your tongue. You try and fail to swallow down the salty taste.
“You take me so well.”
All Might echoes the praise. You glance up at Genji’s face. He breathes heavily, his tongue peeking from just behind his lower lip.
“Keep looking at me, Baby Girl. I wanna see it your eyes.”
You don’t know what he was seeing, you without a thought in your head. The lust darkening his eyes sucked you in. That’s when your limbs started to fail you.
“Don’t worry,” All Might told you with a hand on your back.
Genji was happy to lie beneath you, your arms loosely grasping his thighs and sucking his cock with your nose bumping his pelvis. You clutched his thighs tighter, All Might choosing that time to pick up the pace. He picks up both hands to give Genji double thumbs-up.
“Ha, ha, ha! No hands!” He grins.
Your thighs start sliding outward. All Might has to support your hips, and he pulls you back to fuck you faster. He tosses his head back and puffs, outwardly showing the heat building in his lower belly. The wall of muscle flexes and rolls with each thrust.
Genji draws your attention from All Might pounding your cunt by putting a hand on each cheek. He thrusts up into your mouth. You let your eyes close, letting it be just you and the two cocks. Your drool is oozing slowly onto Genji’s balls.
All Might is losing his mind over the wet mess he’s making you, still tossing his head. He continues to thrust into your warm tightness, and his wide shoulders start to cave towards you. He struggles not to lean all his weight on you, his fingers digging in and then relaxing again. He slicks back his blond hair to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The twin tufts at his hairline spring back up.
The pleasure is building for all three of you. It’s addicting, everyone wishing it would last forever. All Might is reaching his limit, however.
“We…we should wrap this up, eh?” he pants.
Genji, watching his cock slip in and out of your lips closely, replies, “Surely, you should be able to last as well as your reputation?”
“Ha,” he laughs, “yes. Maybe I can last, uh, a little longer…”
That starts a friendly rivalry. All Might is producing all sorts of grunt, groans, and moans, not backing down. Genji struggles next, trying so hard not to explode into your mouth. His back bows upward, and he grits his teeth, teetering on the edge and it’s sweet. His tense body can only manage short thrusts into your mouth. His mouth had run ahead of his sense. He’s about to lose to All Might.
All Might is inching you forward with his powerful hips. It snaps you out of your stupor. If these two want another fuck, they can have it. For now, you’re done. Before the hero behind you can push you too far, you take ahold of Genji’s hips sink down on his cock and suck. It pulses against your tongue, then expands to gush up into your throat. It’s too much for your gag reflex. You pull up and cough some up, cum flowing down in sticky, white strings down onto the source.
Genji’s too boneless to care about the mess you made of his deflating cock. It sits flaccid on top of his balls, a fleshy contrast to the rest of his cybernetic body.
All Might goes hard on your cunt, the veins and soft edges of his cock ravaging your sensitive spots. You’re his loudly moaning fleshlight. He admires your with his hands along your curves one last time. Then he bites down, almost crushing teeth to white dust. He quietly fills you to the brim with his seed. Fills you until your tummy bulges outward a little. He then sits back to bask in the little glory to be had of winning.
Genji maneuvers you onto your side next to him. All Might lies on your other side, on his side. His mouth stretches slowly into an admiring grin, his eyes darting around your face and body. He spreads a hand over your little bulge, a proud father of your cum-baby.
Kinktober 2k18 Day 23: Scars
Genji x Reader
Kinktober 2k18 Day 22: Cuckolding
Hanzo x Reader x Genji
Remember that one time I said I’d do this. Now I have en excuse to do it.
I was just thinking about my cat at home and how he’s mastered the art of walking silently despite having a bell on his collar. Literally the only time I hear him is when he’s jumping my fence or counter. (My dog can’t say the same, poor girl)
I bet Hanzo and Genji will be the same, adjusting to their bells so quickly that it kinda defeats the purpose of making them wear the bells in the first place. They can slink into the room and lounge on your bed, blinking at you when you jump at finding them appearing out of the darkness.
Maybe you make them wear bigger and bigger bells to see if they can still walk quietly. And they do! Bloody ninjas. Idk maybe two bells? Yeah that seems to work a little better. There’s a tiny little jingle when they walk around. Not much though, but you’ll take what you can get.
In bed, it’s a totally different story. Jingling and chiming galore when they fuck you so hard the bed thumps against the wall. That’s the best thing about being sandwiched between them – hearing them pant in each ear and the gentle tinkling of the bells on their collar as they start to forget the bells are ever there.
Day 22 – Cuckolding
Genji can be so serious sometimes. One moment, playful to the point of annoyance, but as soon as it was time to train, he was too busy for you. He put his foot down, even in your time of need. It was just sex, he pointed out. Ironic for him to be saying so. You held fast to his leg as he tried to leave, you being dragged along the carpet as he walked.
“I must be ovulating or something, c’mon! Don’t leave me here with just my toys!” you pleaded.
“Anyone who calls themselves my love can do without me for a small time,” he teased.
You whimpered and whined, and he still left, walking out the door saying, “Jesse’s free.”
You sat up, your interest piqued.
He was attractive enough, in his rough-and-tumble way. He was polite enough, in all the times you interacted with him. It was enough to light the fire, and you approached him with your problem. He could solve it, with a whole pack of condoms.
Jesse was single right now, and so he grinned at the chance. You shed your confining clothes, to his impressed whistle. Next, he tried to initiate some foreplay. The tickle of his facial hair and his hot, roaming hands just made you want to scream for him to get on with it. Your thighs gripped him tight, drawing him in, and he had to pry you off to get room to penetrate you.
“You sure Genji won’ mind us goin’ again?”
“He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine,” you grabbed the top of his mussed hair and pulled him closer. “Let’s go! Don’t stop until I say.”
The slick mess that your sex was, his cock slid right in from behind. The previous rounds had you stretched perfectly for his thickness to fit. You melted back down onto the bed in relief. You weren’t complete without something stuffed in there.
“You’re insatiable, eh?” he asked, pulling his hips back to set a slow pace.
You meet his suffocatingly lustful gaze with as blank of a look as you can manage. You didn’t come here to flirt.
“You’ll do,” you replied, lying back down.
“Aww, c’mon. I know you thought about me before now. Maybe when the ninja’s dickin’ you down, a few thoughts a’ me sneak in there….?”
The amount that Jesse talked, it was exhausting. But your cunt was a ravenous mistress and the cowboy was tasty enough.
“Wouldja look at me,” he drawled, “reduced to a fucktoy.”
“You don’t sound unhappy about that.”
He snorted. “Maybe I’m into it.”
You closed your eyes and let soft pants out of your mouth. Jesse’s hips made equally soft slaps against your rear.
“That was just a trot, Honey,” he purred. “Are you ready for a gallop?”
You burst out laughing and swung an arm behind to give him a smack.
“Don’t ruin it with your cowboy jokes! And yes, fuck me harder.”
With a hand gripping your hip, he fucked into you faster. You arched your hips back, offering your cunt up for him to pound.
“Fuck, you need this don’t you?”
You can’t find the word to retort, so he continues.
“Speechless, this time? My cock fucked the words outta you?”
Maybe. You don’t care to correct him. The sound of your bodies colliding is shameful, and you live for it. It’s the right stuff to have the pressure building for another peak. Jesse continues to ramble with his dirty talk. All of the stimuli blends together near the home stretch, and he keeps going like you told him.
You reach back to squeeze his thigh, and squeak out, “Harder!”
He finds it in him to do so, still bragging to no one. It’s enough to end it, and you shout as he fucks you through it.
He’s puffing on a fresh cigarillo while you’re trying to pull your senses together.
“Again?” he asks.
“I thought you were nervous.”
“Being killed for good pussy isn’t the worst way to go.”
What about fem!reader and Genji sneaking off at a party to go do the dirty?
You would expect Young!Genji for this, but I had to do something different!! This is Sentai!Genji ~Demial
- Sentai was invited to a hero version of a costume ball
- Basically, it’s a hero party where everyone wears their hero costumes so their identities stay secret
- You are Genji’s plus one, and you wear a sparkly, tight-fitting dress to match a sparkly masquerade mask to blend in with the costumed heroes
- The party is fun with all the big personalities and charisma all packed into one room
- There’s quite a bit of dancing, and it’s hilarious with all the different costumes and accessories
- Genji is fond of your choice of dress
- After introducing you to some of his hero friends, he stands close behind you to rest his chin in your hair
- He holds your hips, and his hands wander more and more as time goes on
- Thankfully, drinks are being served by servers and you don’t have to untangle yourself from Sentai to go fetch them
- You have enough drinks, that when Sentai whispers in your ear, asking if you want to go somewhere, you say yes
- Flushed with excitement, Sentai leads you to the bathroom
- You’re an expert by now at extricating his cock from his Sentai costume, so you’re thinking it’ll be quick and easy
- He guides you into a stall with a gloved hand on your back
- Your dress is loose enough that he can hike it up, and you hold it there
- You hold onto the top of the stall with your fingers as Genji holds your thigh up and inserts his cock into through a panty leg
- You both try your best to keep it down, and you take your fingers down from the stall when someone goes into it
- You have to slap one of his hands over your mouth when you’re near your end
- Sentai filling you with his warm seed has you tensing up around his cock and moaning into his hand
- In the afterglow, you both realize in a panic this his cum is dripping down onto his pants and your shoes and try to clean it up, badly, with that awful single-ply toilet paper public bathrooms always have
- Then you return to the party with the masks hiding your red faces
Hey, what if Genji goes completely celibate after his revival/healing in Blackwatch. Like full on asexual, does not find anyone attractive, does not find himself attractive, busy af, can’t be bothered to masturbate and find a partner. He honestly thinks he’s broken.
Fast forward ten years and he still struggles to even think about himself sexually until he met you. It’s a pretty slow thing, like the slow burn to end all slow burns. You two dance around each other like a fucking merry go round until someone snaps and locks you two in a closet together.
Like the dumbass he is he goes along with it and sits in the dark next to you even though he can kick down the door no problem. Well, turns out it’s a good thing he did because you confessed you find him smoking hot. Robo ass and sharp edges and all. Genji’s taken aback – you got some fetish or something?
Ok first of all, rude. Second of all, he’s still hot as fuck and no one will convince you that he doesn’t have the best ass in all of overwatch. That bubble butt looks better than Soldier’s (who mysteriously still has a firmer ass than most guys half his age, go figure).
Now he preens a bit. Yes, he does have a magnificent ass, thank you. But he still doesn’t really believe you can find him attractive.
Is that a throw down? Is that a fucking throw down. Challenge accepted.
From then on, you go to great lengths to flirt and make sure he knows your panties are permanently soaked when he’s around, that you would honestly give your left arm just to suck him off.
Genji’s flattered and more than a little bit flustered. No one has paid him this much attention since…since the days when he would have an entourage of women happy to please him. It makes him feel warm and wriggly inside. So much so that he responds in kind to you, teasing you and riling you up.
It’s an addicting game to the both of you. At least, until you break. The first time you pinned him to the wall and gave him a making out session to remember, Genji had a hard on so fast he actually got light headed. Or was that because you were kissing the life out of him? Hm.
No matter, he likes it. Oh boy, he really likes it. He starts to rub up against you like a cat in heat, asking you seductively if he’s so attractive that you just can’t help yourself. He wants more. More more more. More kisses, more touches, more everything. Shit, it’s like he’s back to his old ways, but with a better partner and a much healthier world view.
And once again, you’re the first one to break. Once again he’s shoved back into a wall and pinned there with your chest and your lips. But this time, you growl at him to pop off his crotch guards because you’re gonna finally do what you’ve been waiting for all this time.
Genji is nearly vibrating with excitement as he obeys, panting like a racehorse as he watches you drop to your knees and bury your face into the crease of his hip and thigh. Oh fuck this is too hot. Really way too hot. He’s throbbing and leaking like mad already, looking like he’s about to burst even though you haven’t touched his cock.
That makes you laugh. Does he want your mouth that badly? Such a greedy boy. Extending your tongue out, you kick a wet line up the underside of his cock from balls to his tip, intending to take him in your mouth when Genji yelps and swears loudly.
“Oh no, please no-!” He tears up in humiliation when he cums just from your tongue alone, huge spurts of cum escaping his twitching cock and landing on your face, your hair, and your chest. It’s ten years of cum and orgasms that wrecks him and makes his thighs shake uncontrollably, that makes his knees buckle and drop him to the ground with his knees on either side of you. The ninja is dazed and light headed, the ringing in his ears taking forever to subside.
Shit. Fuck. That’s the hardest he’s cum ever.
And for you? Holy fuck that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I’m sorry,” Genji whispers when he finally regains his senses, scrambling to put on his visor to prevent you from seeing his glowing red face. God, he’s finally what he always dreaded to be. A one pump chump. Or was it a one lick chump?
You shake your head and take his visor back off. “Don’t be sorry,” you coo at him. “That was super hot. Can you do that again?”
What?
“Do what again?” His heart is stuttering in his chest.
A predatory look crosses your face and you take hold of his wilting cock gently. “I want you to cum like that again, Genji. I want to make sure you can’t walk once I’m done with you.”
And just like that his cock flares back to life, the rush of blood from his head to his crotch leaving a tingling feeling behind. Thoroughly distracted by your hand slicking up his cock, by your other fingers cleaning his cum off your face, he can’t do much other than croak out a brain dead reply. “Fuck yes.”
Whenever you’re away on a trip, Puppy!cree sleeps in your bed because your scent eases his separation anxiety.
Did someone ask for Genji in addition to McCree?
McCree
Pup!Cree doesn’t come across as a boy who is needy and starved of affection. Not when he struts around like he owns the place and flirts back with gusto. Well, if you did think he’s not the needy sort, you’re quickly reassessing your opinion when the poor pup hangs off your legs as you pile your bags next to the door.
“Where are you going?” He pouts up at you, ears and tail drooping. “How long are you gonna be gone for?” How long as you going to leave him alone?
You laugh at his wobbling lip and pet him lovingly. “Just two days, doggy. You can last that long without me, can’t you?”
Two days? That’s…that’s nearly an eternity! “I’ll die before you get home,” he wails and hugs you tighter, trying his best to imitate a python to stop you from leaving. “That’s too long.”
While endearing, his antics are delaying your departure and you really did need to go now. With a sigh and a quick kiss, you quickly wrench him off you and pass him a pillow you keep in your car just for him. “Sorry, doggy. You’re going to have to put your big boy pants on for two days until I get back. Be good, alright Jesse?” Before he can recover from your hurried kiss, you rush out the door and lock it behind you, waving at your pet from the car window as you speed off.
Now, McCree is all alone in this big house, left staring at the door on his knees – just where you left him. Whining and pawing at the door uselessly, he leans against the wood and fights back the tension building in his chest. Okay, just two days, he can do this! You’ll be back in a heartbeat! He can be a big pup and take care of himself until you get back and-
He makes it to your bedroom to make the bed before your scent hits him right in the nose. And just like that, he crumbles again. But-but what if you don’t come back? Are you going to abandon him again? Surely not, right! He’s been a good boy for you, he hasn’t destroyed anything in the house for a month and he didn’t chew on your favourite heels. Heck, he even refrained from begging for scraps at the table! That’s what a good boy does, right? You’re not possibly going to leave a good boy behind, right?
Deep, even breaths quickly become nigh hyperventilating. McCree is starting to panic a little bit. What if you don’t come back. What if you decided to abandon him like his previous owners? What if what if what if-
It’s nonsense, he knows that. You love him more than anything else in the world, as you said countless times ever since you brought him home from the shelter. He can ride this out, he knows he can. He just needs a little bit of comfort for the moment. Just something to make him think you’re still here.
With that in mind, he sheds his clothes and crawls into your bed, rolling around in the sheets and burying his nose in your pillow to take in deep lungfuls of your comforting scent. In mere minutes his anxiety dies down bit by bit, soothing his breathing and his frantic heartbeat until he’s dozing quietly under your heavy duvet.
Yeah, you’ll be back. Just two days. Just…just two days.
Genji
What was supposed to be a day trip has turned into a three-day nightmare. Genji curls despondently into the messily made nest as he mourns your fading scent. The sheets and blankets and pillows smell more like him than it does of you now, sending him into a deep funk that he’s not sure he can climb out of on his own. All the linens that you’ve touched are hoarded onto your bed, pooling around him and making up for your absence somewhat.
But as comfortable as his nest is, it doesn’t replace your warmth and your reassuring presence. And has he mentioned that his nest doesn’t really smell like you anymore? Because it doesn’t. And it’s driving him mad.
The first few hours of making his nest were heaven save for the near-crippling separation anxiety that made him act almost embarrassingly clingy. He went about collecting every piece of soft material that even remotely smelled like you and piled it on the bed, crawling into it soon after to burrow deep within its depths. It was sort of what cat-nip would be to him if there was ever a version that could affect him, and he rolled around in its softness up until twilight when he expected you to return.
When you didn’t, he first got anxious again. Did you leave him? Did you decide not to come back?
Luckily for his sanity, you texted him saying that you’ll be delayed for a further two days and that you were really sorry. That you’ll make it up to him when you get back. He remembers nearly tearing up in relief that you haven’t abandoned him, instead replying that you’ll make it up to him indeed. Seeing your text soothes him a little, but soon he’s back to his old ways of worrying and fidgeting and letting his mind go down that forbidden rabbit hole.
The nest helps a little. Keyword: a little. He squirms in it and ruts into your panties and takes his showers with your toiletries. Anything to make him smell like you and make him think that you’re still there. Heck, he even fires up the electric blanket for some additional warmth.
Hour by hour, day by day, and by now the nest isn’t helping at all. He paces up and down the halls of your house, checking the window and the door for any sign of your arrival. You’re due back any moment now – you even texted him to say that you’re in the home stretch. Any moment now. Any. Moment.
He sits before the door, ears perked and eyes glued to the stained glass for any sign of a shadow approaching the stoop. The light dims and his pupils dilate. How long has he been sitting there? A few minutes? A few hours? He loses time while he waits with bated breath, his hands twitching every time he hears something outside the door.
It must have been only fifteen minutes, but to him, it felt like an eternity before his sharp hearing picks up your car pulling into the driveway and your distinct footsteps approaching the door. Shaking and nearly limp with relief, he can’t do much other than lean against the wall and howl with happiness the moment you open the door.
“I’m home-Genji! What are you doing on the floor, you silly pup!” You admonish him with a tired smile and drop your bag, just in time to catch him as he throws himself at your legs with slightly teary eyes.
“You’re home!” It’s almost a sob but he’ll never admit it. “Welcome home.”
You’re home. You’re home. And now, he’s home.
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