Tag: genzo

Would you be able to reccommend any well written Shimadacest fics?

mujaween:

I sure can!

Some Shimadacest
by
AVoresmith (E, 15.5k)
Hero Worship & Saturday Morning Cartoons by Vrunka (E, 7.4k + 10k)
howl

& hallow’d
by bonebo (E, 8.5k + 7K)

scripted
by bonebo (E, 3k)
Catalysis

&
Chemical Burns
by
trueblackhand (E, 5k + 6.5k)
Fearless
by trueblackhand (E, 2.6k)    
   

White Flag by evanelric (E, 4.3k)
All Mine
by ryu-no-hakai (PrincessNiallxHoran) (E, 1.6k)  

I also have some rec lists

evengrossermilk:

Here is a preview of my piece from the Genzo zine! Go to our post to pre-order your copy here and help us donate the earnings to an amazing cause!

Im so happy I got to be a part of this, not to mention join so many amazing writers and artists who are so nice, supportive, and able to work so hard in order to make this come to life! It’s so amazing to come together with such incredible people! Thank you everyone who was a part of this and thank you to anyone who buys a copy ❤

Here is to wishing for more to come!

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“Here I was thinking you enjoyed all the touching,” Genji counters, “So reserved, even with me at times. A shame that someone got the honor of your first time because I took too long to convince you I was the best option.”

Hanzo goes stark still suddenly, fingers digging into Genji’s biceps.

The dragon bestowed to Genji gives a pleased growl.

Genji blinks. “…Anija?” He moves his hands to Hanzo’s shoulders, lightly pushing him back as his brother willingly goes, looking anywhere but at Genji with a bright flush adorning his cheeks.

“I did not intentionally do this for you, if that is what you are thinking,” Hanzo muttered under his breath. He refused to meet Genji’s curious look, knowing he would be met with more embarrassing questions or statements.

It made Genji feel something tighten in his chest. Seeing Hanzo show his bashful side over such an accusation, as if it surprised him Genji would jokingly come to such a conclusion. So many years having the absence of Genji’s company —along with months of annoying avoidance— must have made Hanzo forget his brother’s teasing nature even if he argued otherwise, trying hard to forget what they had before the downfall to not hurt himself further. If not that, Hanzo must have forgotten Genji’s playful spirit.

It was enticing for Genji, to say the least, that Hanzo would remain abstinent just for him. He knew it could never be true for Hanzo to have done it intentionally with that factor in mind, especially considering he had no clue Genji was even alive until a few months ago when Genji finally allowed his presence to be known.

Genji grinned, glad his face was no longer obscured to hide his glee over the newly provided information. Hanzo seemed to catch on to his amusement fast, scoffing and turning his head away while the blush grew more vibrant, traveling down to his neck and hidden now only by the loose kimono.

Hanzo was still a virgin.

A fucking virgin, his thoughts shout.

For us.

Genji doesn’t correct the rumbling voice in his head, almost nods his head in agreement to its words.

shimoodycest:

There is hesitance at first when Hanzo asks for this from Genji. Understandably so – it isn’t everyday your brother asks you to suffocate him, is it? Yet Hanzo can be persuasive, regardless of the reclusion and the years of deluded belief that everyone will bow to his demands without even needing to be convinced. He has learned better, adapted, and it doesn’t take long to appeal to the side of Genji that he tries so hard to suppress.

“We are both partially omnics now brother,” Hanzo soothes, “my body will open up one of the new airways to give me oxygen when low. You would not have to worry.” He spreads his palm atop Genji’s knee, watches him through hooded eyes – the visor staring back at him, hiding away half flesh half prosthesis, and Hanzo traces circles on his brother’s belly with his other hand. “You want to do this with Hana too, don’t you?”

Before him, Genji stiffens up. “I know you’re scared you’ll hurt her with your kink. A delicate flower for a sharpened blade, is she not?”

“She is as razer sharp as my sword.” Genji corrects, but says nothing more, let’s Hanzo keen against him. “We are brothers.” Genji says meekly and Hanzo just sighs.

“Just this one pleasure.” Hanzo purrs, voice dipping into a seductive lilt, eliciting a response from Genji in the form of the other shakily resting his hands on Hanzo’s hips. Neither pushing or pulling, merely holding. “I’ll satisfy you. You won’t have to worry about killing me or snapping my neck. What do you say, Genji? I’ll keep it a secret, and you can go back to being sweet with your girlfriend.”

When hands jerk upwards and fingers clasp tight around his neck, stroking across smooth mesh, Hanzo laughs and then chokes when that grip begins to squeeze, cutting off the artificial airways in his throat. Genji pushes him down easily after that, face hidden away behind the visor and expression woefully gone, and yet Hanzo can’t linger on it for long now that he is given what he has always wanted.

His brother is such a damaged soul.

6th Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 8th Fill

cyberrat:

Genji/Hanzo – ANEKI!HANZO; just the tip; incest; drunk sex – Genji got himself and Hanzo drunk. He’s a horny drunk boi and Hanzo is… Hanzo. Always ready but never wanting to admit it.

THIS CONTAINS ANEKI HANZO! THEREFORE FEMALE HANZO! be aware and don’t read if that triggers you

“You’re the prettiest girl around, Hanzo.” Genji is leaning heavily on Hanzo’s shoulder, pressing another cup of sake against her lips. She growls and struggles to dig her elbow into his side to shrug him off, but she is just as sluggish as he and the moment her lips open, he tilts the shallow cup and makes her drink the sharp alcohol.

“Get off me, Genji.”

“But you smell so good… mmhhh.” He presses his nose against her neck, fingers pawing at her kimono until he starts dragging it off her shoulder. Hanzo squirms, pushing him away with one arm and wiping her mouth with the sleeve of the other. She squints at the smear of lipstick she leaves behind, annoyed at the fact that Genji has ruined her make-up again.

“Go away. You’re drunk.”

“And horny. C’mon, Hanzo…” While usually his bulk is no issue for her, the heat and lethargy of the alcohol make it difficult to push him away when he’s got his mind set on something. “Just a bit… Nobody’ll have to know.”

His wet, sloppy mouth already starts sucking every bit of skin he can get it on; her ear and neck and the point of her jaw, until her nipples are hard and needy and warm arousal starts to bloom in her belly almost against her will.

“You’ll just get me dirty again,” she growls, trying to coordinate pushing him away as he straddles one of her thighs and leisurely fucks against it. His own kimono has slipped open, revealing how he’s not wearing anything underneath. Lewd.

His cock is sleek and silky and big, and Hanzo has to bite her tongue to remind herself not to touch it.

“N-No… I won’t. I’ll just put in the tip, and then I’ll jerk off on the ground. I promise, aneki…” His big, blunt fingers are at her panties, gently drawing circles over her mound, then pressing where he wants to put his cock; fucking her with the very tips of his fingers as well as possible while she still got her panties on.

Her clit feels swollen and almost painful, pulsing and looking for some friction as she cants her hips up into her brother’s cheeky touch, her fingers digging into his hair, letting him feel the sharp tips of her nails until he starts whining like he did when they were both much younger.

“Anekiii…”

“You never keep your promises,” she accuses, but it is difficult to concentrate with Genji trying to finger fuck her through her panties, and his big, silky cock sliding along her thigh and leaving smears of pre-cum. Already getting her dirty.

“I will this time. I promise,” he whines. His head is already between her tits, nuzzling, trying sloppily to get them out of the small bra she is wearing. The alcohol lets her sink into a fog for a while, thoughts muddled, just letting herself feel Genji’s ministrations. She almost wants to give him the go-ahead until she remembers: “You don’t have a condom.”

Genji sloppily mouths at her left tit, trying to get his mouth around the fat nipple there.

“I’ll not come in you… Just the tip, Aneki… please.”

“No.” She frantically pets his head. His mouth is hot and tight around her nipple, nursing with a tight seal that makes tears spring to her eyes and might skewer her perception.

“In my… In my ass,” she whispers, squirming to turn around beneath him while Genji blinks dumb and drunk at her.

“Huh?”

“Put it in my ass instead.”

“Oh God,” he whispers when he understands. He sounds choked; like he’s on the verge of having a heart attack. Then he’s on her, his heavy bulk pressing her down unforgiving, his hand clumsy as he tries to push her panties to the side and line up at the same time.

There’s no preparation, and she is tight; the whole thing burns and aches, but Hanzo is hot for it like for nothing else in a long time, her thighs quivering and clit thrumming as she feels like she’s coming without being touched, all the while Genji stupidly pants into her ear, hot breath fanning across her cheek: “Just the tip. Just the tip. Fuck, Hanzo, you’re the prettiest girl. Fuck. Prettiest sister. So good to her little brother… Best cunt… fuck…”

His voice is already strained. He sounds like he’s going to shoot his load after just a couple minutes of rabbit humping her, trying not to fuck into her swollen, raw asshole too deep; and Hanzo, in the alcoholic fog surrounding her mind, while sucking at the ball of her thumb, almost wishes he’d unload on her cunt, at least.