Ahhhh, a good classic request!! ~Demial
- One of those men who genuinely thinks pussy tastes good
- Loves all shapes and sizes of clits, from the fat, juicy lips to the cute little innies
- Quiet and serious when he’s getting down to work, unless you squeeze his head with your thighs, then he quietly moans
- Uses copious amounts of biting on your inner thighs to get you squirming and squealing for his own delight
- Prefers your pubic hair to be trimmed but it’s not a dealbreaker if not
- Initially pays attention to your most prominent bits, but always concentrates most on what gets a reaction from you
- Watches your face with such an intense stare that it seems like he’s glaring at you, until you blush and then he’ll smile at you with sparkling eyes
- He may not have the long tongue for it, but he still loves to shove it into your entrance and lick you like your slick is his favourite flavour of ice cream
- A submissive Genji is the happiest with you sitting on his face
- You can pretend it’s a punishment but it never is
- What makes him sad is if you forbid him from touching you elsewhere with his hands
- A dominant Genji licks your clit until you cry from oversensitivity, then stop and penetrates you with his cock
Tag: my shit
The Ninja Under Your Bed Ch 4
Genji visited you in the medbay. He waited until no one else was around to scale the outside wall and climb into the window, but he came.
You pulled from him just what happened with the candy on the floor. The candy had given you a hundred tiny cuts on your soles. Unable to walk just yet, you were resting. Genji’s attempt at a gift touched your heart, but he really didn’t have to.
“What am I gonna do with you, huh?”
He decided to assume that was a rhetorical question and didn’t answer.
He can’t believe you’re already rooted down in his core, when he pushed away everyone else. He doesn’t just want, he needs your comfort. He might as well be a lost little boy needing a momma or papa. Maybe it isn’t the healthiest desire for a grown man, but no one else has gotten through to him like you have. If it’s one thing he needs, it’s comfort from another human being. And if he has to act like a fool to get it, he just might. He also doesn’t realize he’d been looking at you like a puppy needing adoption this whole time.
“Genji, are you okay?”
“Hm?”
“You look scared. Like I’m going to hit you. Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” he says. “No, I just…”
You wait, but he doesn’t seem to have any intention to finish his sentence. He maybe he can’t.
“Do you…want to sleep under my bed again tonight?” you offer.
He blinks, his brain suddenly working.
“No.”
“What about in my bed?”
He nods.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you demand. You’re still a bit peeved that he put you here in the medbay, but not enough to pass up on some ninja cuddles. “Get in right now,” you say, lifting the blanket. “Cuddle me good. You owe me for slicing my feet open on fucking candy, you goof.”
“That is fine with me.”
You were giddy that no one else heard such things from Genji but you. You wiggled over to give space and smoothed the smile from your face before he settled in. He took up the position of little spoon, pulling his wires forward to keep them from hitting your face. Your forearm rested in the dip of his waist.
Hii, I’m not sure if you’ve done something like this before but could I request Egnji with a s/o who often has a lot of physical contact (not necessarily PDA tho ;))? I need like 25 hours of cuddling a day idk how anyone puts up with me
Np, Anon! I’m only sorry I couldn’t write more! ~Demial
- I’ve always personally thought Genji needs some regular time to himself, even a little
- He feels so loved when he wants your affection, though
- So he tries to compromise with you
- You can carry one of his things with you, a trinket of his or wear a piece of clothing to remind you he loves you and is thinking of you
- He will leave you messages for when he gets up before you to meditate
- Perhaps you could compromise with him and learn to meditate
- You could sit back-to-back in comfortable silence
- Otherwise, you’re his needy baby
- Even if he can’t fulfill your needs to a T, he loves that you need him
- He’ll put a blanket in his lap to make it more comfortable and have you sit while he plays video games, his arms around your waist to reach the controller
- You can watch or join him with your own controller
- Expect him to cheat when you’re competing by surprising you with bites and kisses to your neck
- If none of this is enough, Genji might suggest his cowboy best friend is in need of a platonic cuddle buddy
Genji was rarely seen around the base without you trotting behind or sitting next to him. It’s not that anyone minded; they were not offended by your presence at all. Most of the time, you leaned against his shoulder, shut your eyes, and remained there, essentially a life-size doll. Easily ignorable.
Genji’s faceplate usually lay nearby, as well. So he could peck a kiss to your hair, to your temple, or your cheek. He loved to lose himself in a book, and absent-mindedly rubbed up and down your arm, while loosely holding you.
During breaks, he put the book aside and nudged you ever-so-gently into sitting up straight. Then put more insistent, but no less loving, kisses all over your face, to your contented smile.
“Get a room!” Is usually what’s yelled at you guys when he does that. It’s a joke, though. No one really cares. Everyone’s just happy Genji is happy, after the kind of person he was in Blackwatch.
The Physical
“Okay, let’s get over with,” said Dr. Angela Ziegler.
She pulled on her latex gloves without that startling slapping sound in movies and TV.
Brigitte laughed nervously. “Y-yeah.”
“Why so nervous? Come on, Brigitte. You know what to expect by now.”
She walked around the exam table to Brigitte’s back. Her stethoscope screeched to a stop a couple inches above her skin.
“Wow.”
Brigitte’s face fell to her open hands.
“Okay, now I see…”
“Angelaaaa,” Brigitte complained to her hands.
“If only I could whistle like Jesse,” the doctor said. “I would.”
She wiggled her eyebrows and placed the end of the stethoscope between the long, scabbed-over scratch marks.
“Please don’t.”
Angela chuckled. She finished listening to her patient’s–her friend’s–breathing. Next was ears, eyes, and back of the throat.
“Any complaints?” the doctor asked, taking the tongue depressor out of Brigitte’s mouth.
She licked her lips.
“No. But I might be getting permanent hearing damage from Reinhardt’s roaring mid-battle. Ha.”
Angela smiled.
“Of course.” She pointed. “Now lie back! You haven’t had your pap smear in too long!”
Brigitte groaned but obeyed. No one likes getting a pap smear done. She wiggled her feet back and forth in the stirrups, impatiently waiting for the good doctor to finish.
“Hmmm. There’s a lot of redness down here.”
Brigitte shrunk down, her cheeks turning a pretty pink.
“Any idea why?” Angela asked.
“….no.”
Angela’s eyes peeked up to peer at Brigitte’s burning face.
“Really?” Her eyebrows asked. “You sure?”
Brigitte’s mind instantly recalled the night before, and the passionate night she spent with you.
“Wait. Aren’t you seeing someone…? That new agent…what’s their name…”
“Maybe,” Brigitte answered very quietly.
“Ohhhhhh. Lucky!”
Brigitte suddenly beamed.
“Yep!”
The Ninja Under Your Bed Ch 3
Genji stood in your room like a black and red demon about to haunt you. It actually wasn’t as bad as it looked. He had permission to be there. You were snoozing again. Honestly, that’s how he preferred you. Silent. That’s how he preferred anyone, lately. He liked you just fine; he just didn’t want to talk right now.
In his metal hand, he held a bag of konpeito. Genji wanted to repay you for being a good friend to him. Konpeito had good memories for him. His mother used to give them to Hanzo every once in a while to make him smile. That started his weakness for sweets, Genji supposed. He liked konpeito, just not as much as Hanzo did. Genji hoped you smiled like Hanzo when you found the bag.
Genji was trying to decide where to leave the candy, and he didn’t notice that his nervousness made his cybernetic hand slowly ball into a fist. The bag exploded, whole and crushed pieces of the candy raining all over the floor. Damn! He just knew he shouldn’t have bothered. Genji scanned the floor, trying to decide what to do next. How silly he would look, trying to clean up the mess if you woke up soon. And how foolish.
Ahhhh, fuck! He got so frustrated, he left.
“Genji…?” He heard as he was a few steps from your room. Bah, he could find you later. Then, “OW!! …WHAT THE FUCK?!”
He ducked his head, turning red. He left you the candies to step on. He picked up the pace, half-jogging down the hallway.
Good Brothers
It was your birthday, and your older brothers took you out to the club to celebrate. To a VIP room with all of Genji’s most charming and fun friends.
Hanzo was doing his best to relax with a drink his hand. He sipped it, but clearly, his mind was elsewhere. Genji was talking to the person seated to next to him or texting on his phone. Both wore slick attire, with button up shirts just tight enough to show off the muscles from regular training. Hanzo let his lovely, black hair down from its tie, which you played with, running it through your fingers and giggling, with a light blush dusting your cheeks. Hanzo returned your smile faintly; it was contagious You were a few drinks in and feeling attractive in your dress. This wasn’t the best time you ever had, but you were glad to be out of the house and with your brothers. One on either side, and they never left. It was sweet.
“Hanzo, I don’t feel so well. Did I drink too much?”
One look at your dangerously drooping eyelids, and he went stiff in alarm. He grabbed his brother’s sleeve.
“Genji! Something’s wrong!”
Genji also looked you over. Then he turned and sneered at his friends.
“Alright, who drugged my sister? Did you think I would not notice?!”
He quickly rose from his seat and growled at all of them to get out. It was time to take you home, where you would be safe.
Hanzo was cradling your head upright, assuring you that you would be okay. You were with your big brothers.
Genji got up and went to the door. He checked the hallway to make sure everyone else had gone. Then he came back, closing the door quietly behind him.
“They are gone,” he said conspiratorially to Hanzo, a hint of lust in his deepened voice.
Hanzo glanced at you, but you were gone. The roofie was doing wonders. Even if you heard Genji, it was too late. Hanzo hummed lazily, nuzzling your neck. He inhaled your feminine scent, a mix of your body wash, hair products, and your personal odour from your hair.
You were a heavy ragdoll, not human at all, but that didn’t deter them. They had their groping and squeezing hands all over you immediately. Genji pinched a nipple, and that drew a quiet whine. They traded looks, and that started the game of how much noise they could get from you without you waking.
They spread your legs and fucked you hard, taking turns and earning them choked whines. Not to the point of cumming. They just wanted to whet their appetite, before sinking their teeth into the soft spots along your body. To inflict bruises. They weren’t terribly worried about being found out right now. They had always wanted to know what little sister felt like, and now was the time. They branded you with bite marks around your neck and shoulders. Fingertip-shaped bruises on your hips, thighs, and ass. By the time they were done with your nipples, you’d think they’d fall off. Biting and pinching hard, making you cry out, girlish and shy-like.
Genji was pounding away at your cunt when Hanzo said, “Think she’s a virgin?”
Genji paused his thrusts.
“Well, considering the white panties we pulled off her–cute!–maybe.”
Hanzo thought of the best idea yet.
“Roll her over onto her side,” he said, making the gesture. “Let’s make her first time a good one.”
Genji pulled out and rolled you over, your cheek smushed against the padding of the couch and your mouth open slightly. Hanzo took his place at your back, Genji at your front.
“You are cruel, Hanzo.” Genji grinned.
Hanzo yanked your dress up farther. He bucked his hips and stuffed his cock in your cunt to gather some of your natural lube. Then Genji replaced Hanzo’s cock with his own, pumping your cunt at his leisure. Hanzo held your cheeks spread with one hand and prodded at your asshole.
You hummed a long protest, sounding a lot like, “Noooooo,” as Hanzo slid inside your tight tunnel. Once he made it as far as he could reach, he lifted your knee.
“How is it?” Genji asked.
“So…tight,” Hanzo groaned.
Genji hummed in reply. He kissed your lips. Then he squeezed open your jaw and stuck his tongue inside your slack mouth. Since he was eighteen, he had wanted to know what it was like to make out with his sister. This wasn’t ideal, but it was still hot.
Hanzo held your body down as they both used you for their pleasure. A tangle of legs as they bounced your limp body on that club couch. Hanzo’s eyes rolled back and his lids dipped. He let his dick guide his pace, sloppily thrusting inside your messy asshole and cheeks.
You started to moan quietly and rhythmically. Genji bit his lip with a smirk.
“What a good sister,” he praised lewdly.
He brought a hand down to tickle your clit, seeing if he could make you cum. The ragdoll came alive then, your back arching a bit. He rubbed harder and harder, painfully, until you arched further, and he felt your virgin cunt clamp weakly around his length.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Genji breathed, squirming with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay.
“Just finish already,” Hanzo said.
He had already pulled out and was giving your ass a few parting squeezes.
“Fine.”
Genji pounded your poor cunt until he stilled inside, twitching and cumming inside.
They stood up, their flaccid dicks still hanging out of their pants. You lay there, used and stuffed with their cum for them both to admire.
“Hmmm. Why didn’t we cum on her chest?”
“Good question.”
They sat back down to mouth at and grope your body until they could get hard again.
Momma
With this one, I thought about my own relationship with my husband and how he’s different when it’s just the two of us. Others might call his behaviour ‘out of character.’ I drew inspiration from that idea for this.
Your battle-worn and lovable boy, Jesse McCree, stepped in the front door. He moved like the weight of the past few days had taken up residence in his boots. He had discarded his cigarillo long before, just like you required. No smoking in the house. Your smile drooped into a frown when you saw the state of him.
“You’re filthy! Have you been rolling in the dirt?!”
“I roll, Momma, that’s what I do,” he replied, referring to his combat roll.
“Well…take these off,” you said, gesturing to his clothes. “Baby needs a bath.”
Jesse loved the idea, but he had to make a grumpy fuss first like the tired child he was.
“But Momma!” he complained.
“But nothing! Strip,” you ordered, pointing at the floor where you expected his clothes to end up.
You watched him unstrap and wiggle leisurely out of his gear, with dull thuds and the jingle of his belt. The movement of removing the clothes made them rain a layer of dirt and dust onto the floor. But the foyer was tiled. Nothing a quick sweep wouldn’t fix.
“Undies, too!”
He scoffed. “Fine.”
He slipped off his boxers to reveal a half-hard length. He was just happy to see you. All that was left was his hat.
“Naughty,” you chided.
He smiled, most of it in his eyes. Then he flung his arms wide.
“C’mere, Momma!” he said, taking you in a hug. “I want my hug!”
You stiffened as he gathered you to his dirty self. Your naughty boy nuzzled his dirt-caked beard into your neck, humming like this was better than a couple of fingers of whiskey after his long day. When he stepped back, he realized his mistake.
“Sorry, Momma.” He took his hat off. “But, ya know, this just means you’ll have to join me.”
He winked.
“Well, I guess I have to,” you complained dramatically.
He laughed while you joined him down to your birthday suit.
“You gonna carry me to the bath, Momma?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Your hand flew out to pinch his exposed nipple.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, his feet dancing up and down from the pain. “Fine.”
Your boy Jesse had the figure of what you’d call a starved bear. Nice and fuzzy and cuddly-looking, with the soft curves of his muscles. But minus all the bulk of a real bear.
“I’ll clean your hat for you later.” You held your hand out.
He gave you the hat. You hung it up near the door where it belonged. Rubbing at his chest hair produced more dirt that fell to the floor. You scoffed, he shrugged, and you led him to the bathroom.
You drew your dirty boy a bath. A little on the scalding side, just like he preferred.
“Isn’t that a nice view.”
You straightened up from leaning over the bath.
“Get in.”
Just stepping in made Jesse groan in relief. He sank down into the water, eyes rolling up, and lips parting. Then he lay back. You sat on the toilet.
“Momma?”
“Mm?”
“A man doesn’t need bubbles. But he does need his duck.”
“Alright, Baby.”
You placed the yellow rubber duckie with the tiny cowboy hat in the water. He flicked at it, making it bob and sway.
“What about Tio Pato?”
“Alright, you twisted my arm. Give ‘im here.”
You pulled another duck from the shelf and placed it next to the cowboy duck. This duck had a tiny sombrero and mustache on his bill.
If only the other members of Overwatch could see him now. But he was happy, and that’s all that mattered. You soaped him up real nice while he told you about his day.
“I liberated a nice omnic dame from a box. She’s needed in the fight against Talon.”
You lathered circles across his chest.
“Run into any trouble?”
“Just an old acquaintance I mentioned before. Ashe.” He lifted his arms to let you scrub his pits. “She’s predictable. I handled her.”
“Not literally, I hope.”
He gasped. “I would never, Momma.”
You laughed. “I know.”
Jesse finished his story, and you told him briefly about your day. Dull in comparison to his.
“You should be grateful for that,” he always said.
“I am. Because I have you,” you said, punctuating your sentence with a peck to his temple.
He blushed. “Aww, Momma.”
You handed him a towel as he rose from the bath nice and clean. He towelled off sloppily, more interested in your nakedness. He sat on the towel on the edge of the tub.
“What?” you asked, as he gazed at you.
“I need somethin’ for my oral fixation,” he purred.
You let him draw you closer with his arms around your waist. His warm lips closed around your nipple. You sighed, loving where this was going.
The Ninja Under Your Bed Ch 2
You had been staring at the space where Genji was sleeping for ten minutes. Just what made him think it was okay to go from under the bed to into the bed, you didn’t know.
There was just enough light coming in through the window to discern that the vague lines and curves was him, laying on his front with his knee tucked up towards his chest and, somehow, his arms crossed under his person. The side of his face was plastered to the bed just beyond your single pillow.
It was impressive, how he managed to get into your bedcovers without waking you. What did wake you were the small sigh-like snoring he was doing. Like he was dreaming about falling in love every two seconds.
You lay there a while longer, and the commander didn’t come to fetch him this time. You didn’t mind him being in your bed, it’s just that he didn’t ask permission first. Although…he was already there…
Your eyes were falling closed when Genji started awake with a gasp. The blazing circles of his red eyes shined into the darkness in fear. He puffed in panic. He whimpered and curled inward, bringing both knees up.
He hadn’t noticed you were staring at him. Your hand moved over to hover over his side. Knowing Genji, he had a knife hidden somewhere and would cut your arm off for catching him in a vulnerable state.
You let the hand down on onto his side. You felt his side rise with the gasp at your touch. The timing must have been right.
Then silence.
Then came the sobs.
Short, heart-wrenching sobs.
“Come here. Come here,” you whispered, pulling at his body.
“It’s too much,” he sobbed.
He wasn’t able to say anything else. You patted his back, and he tucked his head under your chin, giving you a whiff of his hair, his masculine scent. You put your chin to his head, whispering to him that it would be okay.
“No, it w-won’t!” he protested shakily.
He sniffled, and you went back to patting his back. His crying tapered off, and he fell asleep, sighing into your chest.
The Ninja Under Your Bed
A sound of something hard scraping against the floor beneath your bed startled your descent into sleep. It wasn’t anything to worry about, though. You rolled over to settle in again.
Your coworker–co-agent???–Genji had taken up hiding under your bed. Now, you didn’t ask him why. You don’t ask this man anything. It wasn’t done. Everyone either got cold silence in response or a no growled at you. Maybe he found comfort hiding under a stranger’s bed or perhaps he was hiding from something specific. Word was, he was different to Agent McCree and Commander Reyes, but as a rookie, you couldn’t confirm. He did do everything else the agents did. Ate, showered, and attended meetings.
He wasn’t required to attend sparring practice, not after the incident with his heel blade things and a…former Blackwatch agent. It was the only time you’d ever heard him apologize. And it was heartfelt, too.
Genji was a silent fixture of the compound. Like a lamp or a side-table. You got used to it pretty quickly. He wasn’t the weirdest thing to be a part of Overwatch and Blackwatch. That, and the fact that you just didn’t have time to deal with your ninja infestation between the training and the missions, was the reason you mostly ignored him.
Before you got into bed, you turned off the lights. A pair of red eyes peeked out at you from the pitch-black darkness under the bed.
“Oh, alright, then,” you said and climbed into bed.
You did get to sleep, but you were woken up an hour later by the sound of the door being opened and light streaming in. The light dimmed as the person holding the door open realized they were rudely blinding you.
“Sorry, Agent,” said Commander Reyes.
“It’s okay,” you muttered sleepily.
“C’mon Genji. It’s mission time. Let’s go.”
Genji sighed from beneath the bed.
“Yes, Commander.”
He reluctantly crept out from under your bed and followed Reyes out the door.
Ya Big Baby
“Come on, ‘Baby.’” Brigitte hoisted you higher in her hold against the front of her body.
You whined in protest at being called a baby, but you clung to her tighter. You decided your sick self was too tired to walk, dragging your feet through the house and whimpering for your temporary mommy, Brigitte.
She fried you an egg with one arm and held you under your bottom with the other. Your strong woman taking care of you. She blew her bright red bangs off her forehead, the heat from your fevered body and the frying pan making her sweat.
She plated the egg and put it on the table with you still clinging to her. She let you down onto a chair. You picked up the fork she placed next to the fried egg.
“Let me,” she said, smiling and reaching for the fork.
“No,” you pouted. “I can do it myself.”
However, the fork seemed to have gained ten pounds. Weak as a newborn kitten, you stabbed at the egg, missing and striking the plate.
“I want to feed you,” she cooed. She held out her hand, and you dropped the fork into it. She chuckled. “I don’t mind.”
She scooped up some egg and fed it into your mouth. You were a sorry sight with unkempt, greasy hair, and tired eyes. You didn’t have much of an appetite, either.
“Come onnnnn,” she insisted. “You have to keep your strength up.”
“What strength?” you muttered miserably. Then your face fell, shaking your head. “Sorry, Babe. I’m just tired.”
“I know, Honey. It’s alright.”
Brigitte’s bright, hopeful voice was your only source of joy right now. You were too tired to do anything but listen. She got you some more medicine. You let her spoonfeed you with no complaints this time. She carried you to bed and tucked you in. She pushed your hair back from your face and kissed your forehead, “Mwah!”
She had to leave to go train with the other members of Overwatch.
“Nooooo,” you whined, refusing to let go of her hand.
She had to pry your hand off. Sadly, it wasn’t hard.
“Go to sleep, okay? I’ll be back before you know it.”
You gave her your best pout, but she still left, promising you that you would be fine.
“But I’m dying!” you wailed.
She laughed loudly, shutting the front door behind her.
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