legs because the bros secretly have a crush on her and haven’t admitted it yet! When they finally admit it, it’s a big cuddle pile each night in her bed. :) Then one day they wake up with Sojiro’s dragon in the pile. Maybe Daddy just feels left out? Or it’s more? Who knows.

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I can imagine Sister!Reader’s own dragon making their presence known when her brothers keep showing up (because she has the same unadmitted feelings, let’s be real here). For the longest time, she wakes up in the morning with four dragons all either sleeping, are maybe goofing with eachother a little bit. Her’s and Genji’s dragons pushing Hanzo’s around, trying to get a rise out of them.

Then one day she wakes up and she’s got five dragons on her bed, Sojiro’s dragon laying directly on top of her, eyeballing the brothers’ dragons, allowing her dragon some room, but leaving no room for any of the other dragons to be able to lay on top of her as well. There all sitting off to the side, or at the end pouting because it’s Papa’s dragon’s turn to have all the attention. Sister is curious because at that point the brothers had fessed up to their feelings, and now her Papa’s dragon is here? Interesting~

I think this is super cute 👍

I really liked the idea of a yandere Genji having a voyeur blog dedicated completely to his little sister ❤ The best of all? Her loyal followers don’t even know a thing about what’s really going on, neither does she. They think is all an act or role play between the “couple”~ would you mind sharing a scenario about this with us?

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If only you knew how lovely your followers think you are. All of the beautiful complements, all of the phrase, all of the heart-centric emojis that get left as comments on your photos. Maybe then you wouldn’t feel the need to fuss so much over your appearance, or perhaps you’d fuss more; who knows.

Genji watches you through a slit in your closet doors, sitting at your vanity with a small displeased frown on your face. Hair going up and then down. Braided and unbraided. Winged eyeliner wiped off of your eye multiple times to be replaced each time with a line that is cleaner and more sharper than the last.

Genji snaps a photo while you’ve got a bobby pin between your teeth and your hair in your hands. Brows furrowed in concentration, frustrated because a certain piece of hair refuses to cooperate. Not even dressed yet, still clad in your robe. Your shower ran five minutes too long today. You’re going to be late for your lessons at this rate.

Then he sinks back into your closet, leaning against the wall admiring the picture, thinking up a caption. It’s not long before he’s typing:

“My gorgeous girl’s feeling insecure today. Even with worry lines she’s perfect. Give her some love, yeah?”

And… posted.

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debt

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for the ever so lovely @mujaween <3333

It’s been six months since Hanzo found himself on the roster of the team called Overwatch.

He had been–to put it lightly–hesitant, at first, to mingle with the rest of his new-found allies; the British girl and her gorilla friend were nice enough, if mildly annoying, and the cowboy that somehow found his way into almost every room Hanzo was in had a certain sort of rugged almost-charm to him. The omnics were quiet enough and kept to themselves, the blonde medic seemed attentive and kind, and the older sniper and her silver-haired soldier were around so infrequently they might as well have been ghosts.

But then there was Genji.

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Little sister reader x Hanzo (maybe throw in some praise kink and omorashi~?)

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“You are doing well,” Hanzo says.

Big brother is watching you try and fail to meditate. Admiring your pursed lips and your rosy cheeks. The way you wiggle and squirm subtly. Your butt lifting up off of your legs, only for it to plop right back down. Hands full of your skirt, eyes shut much tighter than they should be. You’re not anywhere near a clear and free mind. All you can think about is your full, warm bladder, swollen and ready to burst inside your belly.

“Don’t be sarcastic,” you whine.

“Not sarcasm; you are– doing well for your circumstances,” he says. Followed shortly by a small, smug chuckle.

Your eyes flutter open so you can glare at him with playful eyes. “Such a liar.” Quickly they close again. Your skirt fluttering on the sides from the leg that has started to bounce underneath you. A mousy whimper sounding off from behind closed lips. Hanzo’s pleased at the sight and sounds of all the tells that you’re at the ends of your rope.

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MamaMercy pimping out her daughter to other agents? Purely for experimentation. See how long two super soldiers can last with no rest. Or having her test stress limits of Genji’s new body. Her favorite experiment has got to be the one where she joined her daughter in testing their own bodies limits with Reinhardt’s massive size and endurance. The giant German rly seemed to enjoy watching them kiss and touch eachother. If her darling gets pregnant, the hormones just make her more eager to test 👻

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Daughter!Mercy is Mama’s little assistant. Mercy sits in the room adjacent to the one her daughter is in; taking notes, watching her daughter get fucked silly by various agents. She’s watching through a one-way mirror. Chimes in every so often to give suggestions and/or instructions through the intercom. Touching herself when the heat between her legs becomes too much to ignore.

Her daughter could handle the super soldiers and the cyborg no problem; but when it came to Rein she seemed a little nervous, apprehensive. Mama Mercy joins her daughter, calms her down, gets her feeling relaxed, comfy by kissing and touching her. Giving all these reassurances. And then when daughter!Mercy is still feeling iffy, Mama Mercy offers to take him first so she can show her baby girl how good it’ll feel. It’s a deal and daughter is all aboard.

My reaction to this. Like, this is a thing?! Well, now it is.