Thank you! I love all you readers too; I don’t think I could be here without all you guys ;^;
Reaper and s76′s version is here! Also, I did post-OW Genji because Young!Genji would be a slut like s76 lmao. Might have gotten too carried away with Genji’s bit but I was reading the programme for a future femdom party and got too excited. The femdom olympics isn’t an original idea btw, I took inspiration from said programme and from what I’ve seen in previous femdom parties.
Hanzo
- Hanzo is a very private person and as a result, he doesn’t like going to parties much. What you and he do is just between you and him. He does, however, follow you to parties so you can mingle and hang out with your friends. At parties where subs would be stripped down to their skin, Hanzo would be there in a plain fundoshi or a jockstrap. He feels that his cock is yours and you wouldn’t want your junk displayed, so he keeps that in his pants and doesn’t let anyone other than you touch it. In the meantime, he spends his time kneeling by your side with textbook perfect posture, setting an example for all other subs to see. He likes showing off like this; likes showing that you’ve trained him so well and that he deserves to be by your side. When he’s not kneeling by your side or serving as your footstool, he’s off making tea or fetching drinks and little plates of food. He might ask if you’d like anything but if you tell him to surprise you, he knows exactly what you like and presents you the perfect plate. Artful arrangement and all.
- Sometimes, if he’s in the mood for it, you take him for a spin. By a spin, you mean putting on a show. While not comfortable with sexual acts, Hanzo is very much up for anything else. He is, to the delight of all rope enthusiasts, the perfect rope bunny. He’s thick, broad, perfectly proportioned with the right amount of muscle to make both men and women drool. Before you begin, Hanzo will take the initiative to set out everything you possibly need, even going so far as to set up the suspension hook in case you’re in the mood for that. Red rope contrasts beautifully with his skin tone and his tattoo, and once you’re done dolling him all up, no one can deny his beauty. The harness winds around his thick torso and meaty pecs, hefting them and enhancing them until they almost look like boobs. You might even tie a couple of ropes down between his legs to showcase the deep vee of his Adonis belt and the growing erection that tents his chosen underwear. Hanzo gets so embarrassed when you lovingly caress his cock and particularly when you adjust the rope so a knot presses against the bud of his asshole. And when you do string him up, splaying him wide with one leg suspended and the other tip-toeing on the floor desperately for some purchase, Hanzo blushes deeply and slowly descends into subspace, staring deep into your eyes and forgetting the crowd that gathers around him as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
- As with most Japanese men, Hanzo doesn’t have much body hair, and what body hair he has is all on his legs. That’s a good thing for you because, when combined with wax play, means that he doesn’t have to do much preparation before parties other than shaving his pubes. This is the one time he’s okay with public nudity, mostly because he knows you’ll cover his cock and balls with wax anyway. He’ll lay out all your candles according to their hues, stupidly organised man that he is, and put down a couple of towels on the massage table and the floor to minimise the mess you’ll make. Then he’ll lie on the table after stripping on your order, arranging himself as you like. He might have his hands stretched over his head, or have his limbs bound to the legs of the table. And then? Then you can go to town on him. Pour it on his nipples and he moans quietly, biting on his lip to keep his noise to a minimum. Pour it on the base of his cock or on his pelvis and he’ll writhe like a madman. He’ll never get more than half-hard like this, but it’s such a performance that everyone is drawn to his reactions and his sounds more than his cock.
- At the end of it, Hanzo doesn’t need much aftercare in the traditional sense. He just needs some help removing the wax and then a quick rub down in the washroom – you can scrub him back at home where he feels more comfortable. Then he’ll just spend the rest of the night in your lap, fetching you both drinks and food and just enjoying hearing you talk as he dozes. It’s the only time he lets his guard down, mostly because he feels so safe around you and knows that no one will take advantage of him like this. Of course, he offers to drive on the way back and will even carry you to the car if your feet ache from your heels.
Genji
- Of all the parties that you go to, the FemDom centric ones are his favourite. Why? Because all the activities are so fucking creative, that’s why. It’s probably the most fun he’s had since his youth. The first half of those parties are the easy part; like the calm before the storm. Because he’s pretty much 75% cyborg at this point, he doesn’t bother to strip to his skivvies. Oh no, he goes one step further. Cosplay. He’ll dress up as your favourite anime (or otherwise) character, or he might go as a cat-boy, and serve you like that. You love his creativity and he loves being praised, and so every time he comes to the table to serve food or drinks and gets a little kiss to the chin, he melts and has to take a second to compose himself before he kneels down and sits to wait for your next order.
- And then comes the fun part. What he likes to call the FemDom Olympics. There isn’t much that he can strip from his armour, but he takes off what he can so he’s on equal footing with the rest of the subs. Contests of pain are common at these parties, which means a ton of flogging and a ton of ball kicking. Right up his alley. He lines up with the rest of the subs along one wall, facing it with his hands propping him up. He might have his head down or he might be staring at the wall, but either way, when he hears the whistle, he closes his eyes and grins as you let your arm fly. Stroke after stroke after stroke he takes it, lasting long after his skin turns bright red and most others have tapped out. He would do it until he turns black and blue, but luckily his pain tolerance (and masochism) is legendary and he never has to. As the other subs and dommes glare balefully at him, he’ll soak up your praise and kisses and gratefully kneel beside you as you receive the prize for winning – a beautiful, cruel looking dragon tail that he can’t wait for you to test it out on him at home.
- One time, there was an event that was affectionately called the ‘25m dash’. A fairly innocent name, if not for the fact that there would be no running involved. Instead, it’s a matter of who can ride a 10-inch dildo the longest. Oh yes, Genji has been training for this day. His ass was ready. It was a spectacle to behold, what with a room full of submissives with their dommes standing over them, counters in hand. He remembers looking up at you, eyes already hazed in arousal from you stretching his ass with three fingers and massaging his prostate. Luckily you had the foresight of putting a cock ring on him, otherwise, he would have cum embarrassingly fast. Also equally luckily, there was no disqualification for orgasming so he could ride as long as he wanted as long as he didn’t stop for more than thirty seconds. Ah, the memory still gets him going some days – the memory of putting his hands on the ground behind him for balance as he bounced his ass up and down that dildo for what seemed like an eternity. It was his favourite dildo, to boot, curved and studded in all the right places and it prodded his prostate on every downstroke. Oh, he came at least once if he remembers it right, but it didn’t stop him from completing those hundred strokes the fastest. In celebration, he came with a cry, cum spattering your legs and even the participant across him, his orgasm was that powerful.
- Unlike the other guys, Genji’s still raring to go by the time you’re ready to go home. If you’re tired, he’ll happily carry everything for you and even cradle you in his arms into the car. He didn’t have to do any of the work at the party, so with your permission, he’ll take care of you. If you aren’t, he makes sure to hurry you along and pester you until you pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless. He’s cum a bunch of times already, but there’s just something about the energy of the party that makes him super horny and pumped up. At home, under you, over you, he’ll fuck you for as long as you want and cum in you as many times as you desire. Heck, he’ll only stop when you tell him that you’re tired and oversensitive and ready to go to bed. Even then, Genji will clean everything and snuggle you in the shower, even help dry your hair and then join you in bed.
Tag: genji x reader
A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 9
Genji took the awkwardness away himself, when he chose to spy on you outside your home. He knew he shouldn’t. He really did. But he had to see what he hadn’t in years.
The next time you met, it was inside a local cafe/diner. He covered himself in sweats, a hoodie, even a baseball cap under the hoodie to shade his face. He put gloves over his inhuman hands. The area you lived in happened to not be welcoming to omnics, so all Genji could present was his bare skin. Very uncomfortable, he sunk into a short meditation while waiting for you and barely said a word to the waitress when she asked him if he wanted coffee. You nearly tripped over the fake, laminate tile when you saw Genji’s bare face, a face you hadn’t seen in ten years. The state of it. It was definitely him under all the imperfections. You calmed yourself by the time you made it to his table. After awkward greetings, Genji immediately asked about the little boy.
“What is his name?”
You blushed deeply. “I thought you were dead.”
“You still do not believe me?”
Genji thought you stilled doubted who he was.
“No,” you said. “That’s not it.”
“Then tell me.”
You didn’t appreciate the way he phrased that, like an order. But he wasn’t your obedient husband anymore, and that fact was a painful lump in your stomach.
“Okay.” You paused. “His name is Genji.”
“Oh.”
“Yup.”
“You thought I was dead, so you…”
“Named him after you, yes.”
“I see,” Genji said, distantly. “You had more respect for me than I previously thought.”
You considered your words carefully, not ready to be fully honest.
“I didn’t mind being married to you,” was all you would give him for now.
“I did not mind, either,” he replied.
His words made their home in your heart, as much as that made you nervous.
“If it is alright with you, I would like to meet him. My son.”
So he figured it out.
“I forgot you’re smart,” you sighed.
“He looks the age our child would be if you were pregnant when I left.”
“‘Left’ is an interesting way to describe it. Although,” you mused, “he likes mechas and robots, so he’s probably going to find you cool.”
Genji leaned over the table, with the first bright smile of the night.
“Really?!”
You held up a hand. “Don’t get too excited. I’ll decide when you’re ready to meet Genji, Jr.”
You didn’t tell him, but seeing his smile settled it. He looked so much like the old Genji, and some of the old feelings came rushing back. He had to meet his son. He wanted to, which you were not expecting. Not if he was the old Genji, but it was too obvious that he wasn’t. Your son needed a second parent that wasn’t his aunt, uncle, or grandparent. Provided that they got along. If Genji bailed on his son, well, then you had those other family members to help. And someone to never let into your life again.
Genji watched you with an unnamed emotion in his gaze.
Over the years, he had kept you in his mind. Slowly raised you on a pedestal, if he were honest with himself. Sorely missing the comfort of your authority, he had constantly been on the verge of losing control in Blackwatch. After he left Overwatch, he wandered the world searching for what he was not comfortable having with anyone else. Genji wanted, needed, a master (not the kind that Zenyatta was, but it certainly helped), but he was wary of getting too close to anyone. You may not be the same image of the beauty he had been carrying in his mind all these years, but you were a different kind of beautiful, he found. A quietly confident, devoted mother. Sacrificing a large chunk of her life for who he just learned was his son. His heart sang quietly to him of love. It wasn’t going to be easy, but he wanted to try. To return the effort you put in ten years ago, fivefold.
“Do you remember when we first met? When I was sober?”
“Mhmm.”
“I laid eyes on you. You were perfect, and I was so angry. Because I thought you were too good to be true. But you turned out be someone who wanted to try in the marriage.”
“And you were a good boy,” you added.
“I was. That surprised me. I was too busy enjoying it to express it, though.” Genji wasn’t finished. “Do you remember the pet names I had for you?”
You made a face.
“Do you know what I was trying to say every time I said one…?” he asked.
“No,” you said humourlessly. “You’re talking pretty romantic for a man who just walked back into my life after ten years.”
“Fair enough,” he conceded. He had forgotten about the time you needed.
You got creative with that time and asked Genji to search for a perfect present for little Genji. His father was up to the challenge. You could get used to the idea of him being back in your life in the meantime.
11. “But I will never forget!”
“My father told us they were myths. We believed him, dismissed them as harmless stories. Harmless.” Genji’s yukata is undone and slipping down his sloped shoulders. The more he speaks, the more his voice comes apart. Twisting, feverish. “My bother and I were meant to lose them to time, forget them as we grew…”
He stretches, in discomfort or anticipation. You watch the muscles along his back ripple, helpless to envision a ghost moving through his bones. His skin has ruptured into green-gold scales, like ivy, climbing up his spine and devouring the human you know—the human you love.
Barefoot on tatami, he turns to face you; his eyes, Ryūjin’s gaze, can see through you. “But look at me!” His chin falls back towards the rafters. Scales climb up his throat. There is pride in showing you this, in letting you watch. “I will never forget!”
Outside, the moon is full. The light stains, painted across the ground and its blanket of petals. Candles flicker in a final dance as a forceful wind funnels in through the castle’s entry. The chamber grows cold and silent.
He warned you about this.
Numbed, you open your mouth but can hardly speak: “… I thought you were kidding.”
Across his face, a smile unfurls, followed by wings.
Day 19 – Cock-Warming
You were the kind of tired, yet horny, where you wanted some dick, but didn’t want to go through the whole activity of sex. Genji couldn’t resist you wanting his dick, either. He was supposed to be meditating. It was important that he keep up the habit.
Some begging with your eyes, and Genji easily relented. He acted like he was doing you a favour, but you know he’d love you to keep his cock warm. He sat you on his lap, with your back on a pile of pillows. His legs crossed beneath your butt.
You lay back with your legs open. Genji’s cocked was tucked inside, joined to your love at your most intimate parts. By all appearances, you were ready to get fucked, but you lacked the energy. He inched his seat back and forth, getting comfortable. You let out a pleased moan at the gentle tugging at your entrance.
“You have to be a good girl,” he said, waving the two fingers sprouting from his fist at you. “Don’t move.”
You could hear it in his voice that he knew you wouldn’t keep still, and that it was funny already to him. Just having his thickness inside you, pushing your walls outward, filling you up, it was building the heat down inside for you. You needed just a little movement. Just a little, but you didn’t dare even wiggle in case Genji took away his cock. Your inner muscles squeezed his cock almost of their own accord.
“Ah,” Genji scolded, opening an eye.
As if he wasn’t enjoying it, too. You squeezed him again just to be contrary.
Genji gazed down at you, in your defiant and horny state. “I can see this was not going to work.”
He put a hand to your stomach and pulled his half-hard cock out. Too quickly, to your protesting cry of his name. It didn’t hurt, but you felt like you’d been revved like a lawnmower.
“Sorry,” he murmured. He put both hands on you. “Just let me,” he maneuvered you onto your side and lay behind you, “move you….”
You lay there, waiting for him to figure himself out. He lifted your leg and thrusted his cock into your cunt with several movements. It was stiff enough for him to work it in. You whined, arching against him, getting the stimulation you wanted.
“Don’t get too excited.”
Genji closed an arm around your body and pulled you closer. His breath warmed your neck. You were snug and safe in your love’s arms, but teased by his stillness.
“But, Baby,” you whined.
“Sleep,” he told you.
Fine, you thought, but not really annoyed.
You both went quiet. You amused yourself by squeezed down on his cock and feeling its hardness fluctuate within you. You did this for a while, humming to yourself. Genji was enjoying himself, the gentle hugging of your sex around his cock. But every time he started dropping to sleep, you jarred him awake.
“Let me sleep!” Genji suddenly groaned.
Kinktober: Day 19, Cock Warming
Cyborg!Genji x GN!Reader
Got a couple requests for Genji. You fall asleep with his dick in your mouth and he can’t help but use you a little, not that you’d mind.
Warnings: Somnophilia, Dub-Con
for the kissing prompt — twenty, for Genji? pleasedontjudgeme
…on a scar.
Genji has long passed the phase of ‘self-consciousness’ years ago, wearing the wounds of his past like they actually belong to him rather than the tragedy that claims its name over him.
However, it returns to being a point of self-consciousness for both Shimada brothers when Hanzo joins Overwatch, entirely reluctant but too stubborn to leave now that his mistakes and shame have been laid bare for all to see.
It was difficult for them both at first and even long after that. Hanzo, despite his distance and his usual stoic demeanor, could not hide the tightening of his jaw or the way his eyes avert themselves whenever he sees Genji’s scars, unsure of which are the result of his actions or the result of numerous surgeries. And Genji, still willing and perhaps a little guilty of his past actions as a younger–more foolish–man, still tried to close the gap.
But you knew it tore him apart at the delicately closed seams.
Behind closed doors, you pressed your lips against the ragged skin of his cheeks until the mask came down. His hands just gripped your hips and waist, heavy and entirely too tight as you worked. A kiss on the corner of his mouth. Against his forehead. For the scars and marks you couldn’t reach, you soothed with your hands, memorizing the story they each told and the anguish they contained beneath.
“It’s okay,” you murmured against his thinned lips. “It’s okay.”
And he only held you tighter.
Day 17 v.2 – Collaring
“I am going to make you mine,” Genji said.
“I’m already yours,” you said sleepily. Contentedly.
Your legs relaxed open and fell to the bed from his waist. If Genji was a cat, he’d purr smugly. His cybernetics whined quietly as he bent down kiss up your neck and place a kiss on your cheek with a soft smacking sound. His lips tickled up your skin, little bursts of happiness mirrored inside.
He continued to rain kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle and squirm. He was supremely happy with the heavenly haze he put you in. He had made love to you until he coaxed your body to its peak and watched you light up with pleasure.
Then he chose to stick close until you will inevitably come down from your high. You were safe and emotionally anchored with your master, so close. You put your hand to his bicep and held on.
Genii smiled and rolled over to your side and continued to gaze at you with his warm, brown eyes. You plastered yourself to his side out of habit, tucking your knee up across him.
“So needy,” he murmured.
He stretched a hand towards the bedside table, seeking your present. It was with some trepidation that he took the thin strip of black leather in his metal fingers. You wouldn’t refuse. He had no reason to worry.
“I have something for you.”
A smile overtook your face.
“Really?!”
“Yes,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
You stretched your neck, offering it up for the collar. Once it was hugging your skin–and you tugged on it to check it wasn’t too tight–you instantly felt safer. Relief. You had found a place you belonged. You curled tighter against the solid presence of Genji’s body. His hand was a comforting weight on your back.
A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 8
An ever inquisitive child, your son wanted to know about everything, including where you were going every time you went out. You called the babysitter to come over the day you were going to meet this mystery man. Your son wasn’t stupid; he knew what the babysitter’s arrival meant.
“Where are you going with the naked man?” he asked you.
His hair was black like Genji’s, but it was always a mess. You attempted to smooth it one last time and kissed the top of his head before going out the door.
“Wait here for Mommy to get home. I need to speak to someone. If he’s not a bad guy, you’ll get to meet him.”
“Who is he, Mommy?”
“I need to make sure it’s safe, Baby. That’s the last I’ll talk about it.”
Kinktober 2k18 Day 15: Forniphilia (Human Furniture)
Deathfang!Genji x Reader
Kinktober Day 3
1. Fucking Machine | Genji/Reader
(Reader is Gender Neutral! Genji has a vagina!)
Word Count: 856
Rating: Explicit | No Warnings“Don’t worry, baby. I’m right here.” You assured Genji sweetly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The cyborg was laid on a pallet, legs spread for the machine settled between his knees. You kneeled over him, comforting him as his skin flushed pink and his legs shook.
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