Oh yes, that’s hot. Yandere!Genji fucking his S/O with the handle of his katana so hard that they cum and squirt all over the floor. Legs shaking, inner thighs shinning with it. Crying because they were afraid they might not be able to, would he really follow through on his threat?
Genji’s pleased by the mess. That must mean that they really love him. And he can’t let all of their love for him go to waste on the floor so he has to get down there to take as much of it into his body as possible. He just feels more loved by them as he’s licking up their fluids. Holds the blade to their throat while he fucks them afterward to prove to his S/O that they can trust him, their life is safe in his hands.
Tag: noncon
Vampire hanzo or vampire 76 creeping at night, their sweet sweet prey theyve been stalking wakes up to bite marks in special places… first the neck, then the chest, then the hip… soon shes got bites on her thighs and has no idea what kinda mosquito this is or why she keeps waking up so wet. One day she wakes up in the middle of the night to a man in her room… initial shock wears off when he shows her what else ge can do with his mouth
Vampires make for such good dubcon because they can charm their person of interest into a nice high, fogged up headspace where they don’t give a fuck, or are too overwhelmed/confused to care or fight the intruding, scary supernatural predator crawling between their legs.
Reader’s been thinking about going to the doctor too because she’s been really lethargic lately? Maybe these mosquitos have given her something… she should probably get her place fumigated while she’s at it. She won’t do either, because vampire!Hanzo has been slowly turning her into his thrall. Telling her in her sleep not to go to the doctor because Hanzo doesn’t want to risk her blood ending up tainted by a transfusion. He likes it just the way it is. The fumigation is a waste of her time. So every time she goes to make appointments or phone calls for some reason she just… doesn’t do it?
She also has the craziest dreams that she can’t exactly remember, but one thing she does remember is that they’re usually filthy. One night she goes to sleep early due to how tired she is and it disrupts her sleep schedule, messes with Hanzo’s influence and she wakes up as he starts to touch her. She only gets the chance to scream for a moment before she’s being cooed at to hush. He’s been far too greedy lately, taking too much from her. Tonight he’ll give her something in return: his skilled tongue between her legs, eating her out into writhing bliss.
May I add on?
I really like the idea of a vampire McCree. If he puts his accent on super heavy and slow, it hypnotizes his target. He might corner you somewhere alone, but then take you somewhere even more secluded to pull your pants down and stick his hands under your clothes to have his way with you. Then he rearranges your clothes and leaves before the spell has worn off.
Young Genji could do something similar (minus the accent part), but it’s easier for him to get people alone on dates. You’d wake up the next morning in a fancy hotel room not knowing how you got there, with condoms and other evidence strewn about the room. Genji might take videos or pictures of the fun he had. McCree wouldn’t; doesn’t want any more evidence (besides the evidence he released inside you) of what he did because he’s on the run.
A vampire!McCree with a hypnotizing drawl really fucking gets me. Finds you in a bar and sweet talks into your ear. Puts you under his spell and gets you out into the dirty, dark back alleyway to get his fill and have his fun with you. Maybe he has to keep talking to you all low throughout the whole thing in order to keep you entranced. So vampire!McCree makes it a point to tell you what he’s doing through dirty talk. But I also like the idea of his spell being so powerful that all he has to do is come up behind you, run his hands down your arms, and whisper “follow me” and your his for a good hour.
A young!Genji would also use his vampire powers to his full advantage and be really gross about his use of those powers. He wants to take pictures so that he has a log of all the victims he’s charmed into his bed, and takes videos as all the nasty shit that he can convince them to do. Maybe even makes then rewatch the videos in the morning like an asshole asking if they remember any of it.
Vampire hanzo or vampire 76 creeping at night, their sweet sweet prey theyve been stalking wakes up to bite marks in special places… first the neck, then the chest, then the hip… soon shes got bites on her thighs and has no idea what kinda mosquito this is or why she keeps waking up so wet. One day she wakes up in the middle of the night to a man in her room… initial shock wears off when he shows her what else ge can do with his mouth
Vampires make for such good dubcon because they can charm their person of interest into a nice high, fogged up headspace where they don’t give a fuck, or are too overwhelmed/confused to care or fight the intruding, scary supernatural predator crawling between their legs.
Reader’s been thinking about going to the doctor too because she’s been really lethargic lately? Maybe these mosquitos have given her something… she should probably get her place fumigated while she’s at it. She won’t do either, because vampire!Hanzo has been slowly turning her into his thrall. Telling her in her sleep not to go to the doctor because Hanzo doesn’t want to risk her blood ending up tainted by a transfusion. He likes it just the way it is. The fumigation is a waste of her time. So every time she goes to make appointments or phone calls for some reason she just… doesn’t do it?
She also has the craziest dreams that she can’t exactly remember, but one thing she does remember is that they’re usually filthy. One night she goes to sleep early due to how tired she is and it disrupts her sleep schedule, messes with Hanzo’s influence and she wakes up as he starts to touch her. She only gets the chance to scream for a moment before she’s being cooed at to hush. He’s been far too greedy lately, taking too much from her. Tonight he’ll give her something in return: his skilled tongue between her legs, eating her out into writhing bliss.
May I add on?
I really like the idea of a vampire McCree. If he puts his accent on super heavy and slow, it hypnotizes his target. He might corner you somewhere alone, but then take you somewhere even more secluded to pull your pants down and stick his hands under your clothes to have his way with you. Then he rearranges your clothes and leaves before the spell has worn off.
Young Genji could do something similar (minus the accent part), but it’s easier for him to get people alone on dates. You’d wake up the next morning in a fancy hotel room not knowing how you got there, with condoms and other evidence strewn about the room. Genji might take videos or pictures of the fun he had. McCree wouldn’t; doesn’t want any more evidence (besides the evidence he released inside you) of what he did because he’s on the run.
Cornered Ch 4
The baristas at the Starbucks looked like they were ready to ask you if you needed to be rescued. You had walked in with Gabriel, tall and thick with muscle, disguised in worn, black jeans and a blacker hoodie, the hood kept up to carefully hide his face from any angle. An outfit born of his special abilities.
You did nag him about his fashion sense, because no man his age dressed like that without looking homeless or something. But Gabriel didn’t listen. Said he felt comfortable in clothes like this.
But anyway, you paid with the cash he gave you and waited at the counter for your coffee. The young woman who handed you your finished frappuccino had the courage to ask, “Why are you with him, Girl?” with a concerned quirked brow.
You laughed and said, “Oh, he’s a monster in bed!”
“Let’s go,” Gabriel hissed, tugging you away by the shirt sleeve.
You stopped outside the Starbucks to shoot him a triumphant grin.
“What, you didn’t think that was funny?”
He ignored your question and went straight into lecturing you. His eyes lit up with anger. “Don’t draw attention to us! If I had known you were a little showoff, I’d have kept you at the safehouse.”
The ember red of his eyes died back to black when he stopped his little rant. You regarded him from beneath your eyelashes, head down.
“I thought it was harmless. They were scared of you. A little humour could help.”
Gabriel was still not taking in what you said, still on his own track of thinking.
“We should move on,” he said, thinking about your and his’ next move.
Your past month had been spent at a modest, two-story safehouse. It was fully furnished with running water and electricity. It was just like a real home. Gabriel had been saving it to retire there back when he was Commander Reyes. It had been put aside and keep secret while he was Reaper, only now having a use for it. You loved the house and wanted to stay. Gabriel found that foolish, even if the thought had crossed his mind. No way would you and he be able to hide from Talon there forever.
“Why? No one has found us for a month. Sombra never found us by now, so…”
“That’s because I blackmailed her, but it’ll only buy us so much time. Especially after I got rid of Lacroix.”
You looked away from Gabriel, overwhelmed by the gravity of what he said and remembering what had happened to Widowmaker. It was obvious, even to you, that Talon would not appreciate this and come after him. You would be in danger. You put the straw of your drink to your mouth to sip it. Some sugar would make you feel better. You sucked a large gulp, then asked, “Blackmail…?”
“Yes,” he tossed over his shoulder, “I know more about this than you, so I’d appreciate you keeping your mouth shut while I think about how to keep us both alive.”
You’re alive?, was the unasked question on your mind.
“What if I don’t shut up?”
You had been tentatively poking at the edges of Reaper’s patience during the month you spent at his retirement home. You said more, acting less like a depressed prisoner and more like an antagonistic wife.
“You shut up real quick when I fuck you,” Gabriel spat, turning around. “Little Miss Stockholm Syndrome.”
His words were a slap in the face, and you flinched. He took what you had been desperately denying the past month and said it out loud. Shamed you with it. As if he hadn’t been the one burying himself in you almost every day or night. Reaper needed you as much as you needed him, and you were beginning to see this.
“I could leave,” you threw out there, arms defiantly by your sides.
“Oh? Where are you gonna go? Where are we? Without a cell phone, do you even know?”
Your shoulders sagged.
“I’m gonna take you back to Overwatch.”
That had you all kinds of alarmed. You couldn’t go back. You couldn’t just waltz in and say, “Yeah, I’ve been sleeping with the enemy for over a month, but can I come back now as if nothing happened?” What a whore you were. Reaper’s whore.
“Please don’t,” you said quietly.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Gabriel-”
He grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the front of the Starbucks. Away from the view of any strangers. He was holding the arm with the drink, so you dropped it. Sadly, you had only finished half. He took you down an alley between two business, where they received their shipments of supplies through back doors. You whined at him to let go, but he coldly ignored you.
Gabriel pushed your back against the brick wall. His eyes glared red at you. The details of his outfit receded as be became Reaper again, his trenchcoat forming on his body.
You knew where this was going and welcomed. You looked up at Reaper with a smirk.
“You know I like-”
Reaper spun you around and shoved you against the wall. He stepped forward to trap you there, and the memories of the first time he took you sprang forth in your mind. Same position, same man. Same you. Messed up just under the surface and weak enough for a man like him to take advantage of. You shivered with the same mix of fear and animalistic lust as last time. He was trying to prove a point, that you shouldn’t be with him. But you weren’t having it. You wanted to go home and fuck in what had to come to be the bedroom you shared with Gabriel.
“Gabriel!”
You pushed back with your hands on the wall, but Reaper’s body was like another wall at your back. Your struggling did nothing. His hand rose quickly to wrap around your throat. He inched it up to your jaw and slowly forced your head back. His chest and stomach were flush with your body.
“Stop,” he said.
The single word drained your will to fight.
“Good girl,” he praised softly with that dark, gritty voice that stole every thought from your mind.
Reaper took his hand from your throat. You swallowed, testing for soreness, and found he had placed your collar around your neck without you noticing. He ground the tent in his trousers against the cleft between your cheeks.
“This seem familiar? Huh?”
He knew it did, because otherwise you wouldn’t have struggled. Reaper pushed his forearm across the back of your shoulders to hold you against the wall, even though you weren’t going anywhere. He ran his claws down your back like a shiver and then teased your entrance with the poke of a single claw through your clothes. Against your better judgment, you whined for more stimulation, and you slid your feet against the ground to open yourself up for it. Reaper leaned in.
“Oh, are you going to be good now?”
Your mouth refused to function, so you nodded.
“Good girl.”
Reaper had trained you to associate that praise with a rough fuck, either in the throat or in your slick depths. Your jaw dropped open to voice your need, to hurry this up, but you still couldn’t make any noise.
“A good pet is patient,” he stated.
Whether or not that was intended as such, you took his words as torture. That you had to wait. The collar gently constricting your throat reminded you to stay still, but you trembled with the effort.
A tug on the back of your pants told you he was tearing the fabric. The open air on your skin made you spread your legs a couple inches further. You were one step closer to being filled with his cock.
“I’ll buy you another,” he said, easily tearing your underwear as well. “You know I treat my pets well.”
It was true. The pair of underwear you were wearing was bought by him. You remember him fucking you through one of the leg holes the day he gave it to you. To test if he liked it on you.
He guided your hips to jut out, then he bent his knees. He didn’t need the ceremony of removing his remaining belts anymore. You both knew he could remove the obstacles at will with his mind.
He didn’t need to prepare you, either. Your main source of exercise lately had been clenching your thighs in orgasm. He would fit inside you like a hand inside a well-worn leather glove.
Reaper hummed.
“I really want to give it to you, but you’ve been naughty today.”
“No, Gabriel,” you begged, pathetic and shrill.
“Ohhh, are you gonna cry? You gonna cry until I give you dick?”
Reaper laughed at you. You were about to whine some more, but he pushed the head of his cock past your entrance. He halted its advance, pulled out, and swiftly penetrated you again. Reaper held his cock steady and did this to you until you started to melt forward. When you went completely useless, he took your full weight and thrust fully inside.
Reaper started to jerk his body upwards, bouncing you on his cock. He knew your body now. Knew this position would drive the fat, rounded edge of his head crashing against your sweet spot with each bounce. It was unfair how quickly the pleasure mounted just behind your clit. No person should feel this good in an alley on a wanted murderer’s cock.
“Be a good girl and tell me how this feels.”
“Good,” was your breathless answer. Even if you wanted badly to defy him, you couldn’t defy an order while collared.
“How good? I want more detail, Pet.”
“Fucking…good.”
Reaper huffed a chuckle. He knew you couldn’t give a proper answer right now and liked to hear you try.
Reaper held you around your chest, under your breasts, with one arm. The pads on three fingers of his gloves put pressure in between your legs. Blood pounded in the area in response. You withheld your orgasm out of defiance. He just rubbed your poor, sensitive flesh harder.
“Don’t. Hold. Back. On. Me!”
Each word a commanding growl through his teeth. He was either losing his patience or close to the edge as well.
Reaper let go of your chest to tug on the collar to remind you who was in charge here. He pulled until he heard panicked gasps for air, then let go. Having put all your effort into fighting for air, you couldn’t hold your end at bay anymore. You arched and squeaked at the intensity of the rush. He waited until he felt your cunt grip his cock to let his own orgasm loose.
“You actually did. Ffffuck. I’m still hard.” He gripped your hair, the claws pleasurably scratching your scalp. He yanked your head and back against his chest. “Again!”
Reaper held your ragdoll body to his, forcing a second, weaker orgasm. He didn’t finish; this was more about sending the message that you were his and that you fucked up today. Satisfied with your punishment, you both leaned forward against the wall. Reaper dragged down the collar to lick at the red ring left on your skin.
You teetered on your legs. He caught you when you fell. He wrapped you in his trench coat and slinked off into the shadows. Gabriel intended to go back to the safehouse, pack what you needed, and leave for Gibraltar whether you liked it or not.
“What would you do without me, you stupid little girl.”
I like to think about that Blogger!Genji scenario alot and I was just thinking, what if lil sis knows about the blog and is into it? So one day genji is scrolling through the blog and comes across some posts he does not remember making. A picture if him flexibg in front of the mirror with the caption “hes so cute <3" and it gets a lil more naughty and he sees a picture of his sisters cum covered face with the caption "hes so messy 🙄❤️" and by now. Cock. Out. Dick. Hard. Hand. Jerking it.
One day she just happens upon the blog by chance and is wondering why Genji never told her about it. After scrolling through the whole blog, spending lots of time reading comments (and a big blushing mess while she’s reading them). Sister!Reader decides she’s going to post on it and wait to see how long it takes for her brother to figure out that she knows. After Genji figures it out, and he’s done jerking it, he takes a picture of his cum splattered belly and posts it with the caption “Just came thinking about you.” Sister!Reader then teases him because it was way too easy to guess his password, and they could have been keeping up the blog together from the start.
I think it’d also be interesting if this is still yandere!genji and sister!reader don’t have a problem with all the heavy sleep and non-con. It turns her on so much to think about the way Genji uses her. She takes a photo of her spread legs and her red pussy in the morning, posts it with the caption “He always uses me raw 😓” She starts doing the same shit to him, taking photos of him without him knowing, and all the pics and captions are making Genji lose his mind.
Sleep tight – Colporteur – Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Genji Shimada/Reader
Characters: Genji Shimada, Reader
Additional Tags: Vaginal Sex, Face-Fucking, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Sibling Incest, Incest, Dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Date Rape Drug/Roofies
Summary:
This was his favourite time, you unable to comprehend what he was going to do to you.
Sleep tight – Colporteur – Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
Yandere/Dark!Shimada Brothers x Sister!Reader: Reunion
Warnings for non-con and physical abuse.
Blood floods your ears, coursing fast through your veins. Adrenaline pumping, your legs feeling both heavy and itchy for the flight. It can’t be… it just can’t be.
“The world could always use more heroes,” Genji says sarcastically. Chuckling darkly, sitting on your kitchen counter in a casual manner. A leg kicked up, arm thrown over his knee. Having just asked you if you’d like to join Overwatch; as if he has ever given you a choice.
This can’t be happening. You were free. Free! Genji’s supposed to be dead, and even if you have harsh feelings for Hanzo just has deep-seated as you do for Genji, you did have him to thank for your escape from the hell they were putting you through. Years and years of manipulation, being forced upon. Never lived without a pair of watchful eyes. Walked on eggshells, sometimes downright were afraid for your life.
Much like you are now.
Can I get uhhh yandere genji w reader in spreader bars getting fucked while he whispers loving sweet nothings
i lovvvvvvvved this ask ´･ᴗ･`warnings: noncon below the cut
You said you weren’t ready because you were afraid it would hurt because it was your first time, which wasn’t the truth at all, but Genji didn’t need to know that. At first, you were successful in your attempt to sedate him from taking you without your consent.
He said he understood and wouldn’t do anything to feel even a slight bit of uncomfortableness. He said he would be patient and wait, promising you that he would treat you with the utmost care and gentleness to ensure your pleasure when you were ready. But it’s hard to stay patient when you’re right there for him to take.
Do you think you could do something with oni Genji & somnophilia?.. i
Sure thing my dude
~ Wolfe
Oni!Genji x Reader (Somnophilia)
Leaping across the banister, the creature paused for a moment. His burning crimson eyes glowed slightly in the nightlight as he calculated his next move. Cautiously, he outstretched a muscular leg as he reached for the windowsill below him. In one effortless swoop, the demon caught himself on the open window frame before poising himself.
Narrowing his eyes, he surveyed the scene before him. If he was correct, he was sure this is where you lived. Genji had watched you with great interest, much to the annoyance of his brother, for months… Following you like a shadow, Genji’s gaze always became locked on your swaying hips as you walked. It drove him crazy to stare at those tight fitting jeans, how the hugged tightly to your body, emphasizing your curves and cupping your ass. God, it drove him nuts.
His assumptions were ….. as the sound of your soft breathing filled the air. Tilting his head in curiosity, he watched you moan softly, turning over in your bed. The white sheets slipped off your shoulder, causing your soft skin to shine in the filtered moonlight. Genji shuddered as you parted your lips, your eyes fluttering beneath your long lashes as you dreamed, he realized then… he needed you, now.
Crawling over your body, Genji held himself over you. His muscles flexed slightly as he lowered his head to breathe in your sweet scent. The demon’s lips curled up into a smile at this. Taking a hand to your waist, he rolled you over so that your hair spread out like a halo on the pillow beneath you. “…how cute” Genji whispered to himself. You reminded him of an angel in your slumber.. so.. soft, innocent and pure – everything he wasn’t, but damn that turned him on.
Throwing the sheets to the floor quickly, Genji’s bright eyes flickered over your body as he licked his lips hungrily. The white nightdress you wore had ridden up, the thin fabric rested slightly above your waist, exposing your thighs and cunt to the cold air. Sliding his hand up your stomach, Genji took on of your breasts in his hand, squeezing it softly as not to disturb you – he didn’t want to wake you, not quite yet.
Running his fingers down your sides, he cupped the underside of your thighs, pulling your lower half onto his lap. Bringing his lips to your skin, Genji left a trail of kisses across your skin as he palmed his growing erection through his clothing. With a low growl, he pulled his trousers to his knees, he had enough of the teasing. Pressing his lips to your cunt, Genji’s pink tongue dipped between your folds, lapping up the taste of you. Pulling away, Genji wiped the flavor of you from his lips with the back of his hand.
“fuck it” he muttered, a smirk spreading across his lips as he lifted your ankles to rest on his broad shoulders. Aligning himself, Genji placed his hands on either side of your head as he pushed his hips forward. A low groan rattled in his throat at the sensation as his thrusts got heavier, sloppier as his gaze grew hazy with lust.… He had slept with many women, but arousal had never been so high after teasing himself with watching you for so long.
debt
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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