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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.

hanzo sneakily getting off in the sauna, indulging himself because everyone’s schedules have them busy. towel under him, sweating after his bath. then sis!reader walks in. can’t decide if she “blackmails” him into fucking her or letting her suck his dick -bbydva

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This has me thinking of sister!reader has taken after Genji a little more then she did Hanzo. She’ll have mercy on him, she’ll just “blackmail” him into letting her suck his dick. The “blackmail” being a cheeky little video she took of him while he was busy jerking himself off. He doesn’t need to be so upset, he looks really good on camera. The video won’t be shared as long as she gets to swallow his cum. She may be lying through her teeth, she already sent the video to Genji. 

Day 18 – Role Reversal

Usually, Hanzo would be the one who was getting you out of trouble. An arrow usually sprouted from your foe’s neck just before he fatally shot you. Then Hanzo would scold you for letting it get that bad.

Him being an Overwatch agent was a thorn in your side, but at least you were alive. You never thanked him in the moment–did he fucking deserve it with that attitude?!–but you were later. When you drifted to sleep, thankful you could sleep.

This time, someone else’s arrow ironically found itself buried in Hanzo’s side. The way it jutted out, and the blood flowing out of the wound, was alarming. You remembered your first aid and bandaged around the arrow, not pulling it out.

Hanzo lay on the ground. What you gave him for the pain knocked him out. He wailed quietly whenever something you did hurt, but he was quiet mostly.

Maybe it was the blood loss, because suddenly Hanzo flew up into a sitting position like a puppet brought to life. He cried out indignantly, angry that he was in pain and not knowing why or remembering.

“Knock it off!” you loudly whispered.

You forced him down by the shoulders. He was weak enough at the moment that you could. God knows the man was stronger than you. He couldn’t be making a fuss right now, when enemies could be around the corner. Pulsefire could be heard in the distance. Far enough away that you weren’t worried. /If/ he stayed quiet.

Maybe he had a bad reaction to the pain medication, because he refused to stay down. His hands batted at you, trying to keep you off him. He mumbled angrily. It was maddening. He knew better. If only he was in the right mind.

Eventually, you lost your temper and climbed on top of him to use your weight to your advantage. Hanzo took your hand clamped down on his mouth as the right time to wrestle.

Really, it wasn’t.

He grappled with you, his hand on your wrist and another around your waist. He was trying to flip the both of you, but he was weaker for the moment. He a very rude thing next. He bit your hand.

“Ow!” you cried out and sat back.

Right onto his raging erection. As if this couldn’t get any more ridiculous.

He took advantage of your surprise and did flip you this time. He pinned your hips down with his bulge against your sex. By the look in his eyes, he was far away, taken there was by lust. But this was not the time.

“No!” you shouted, abandoning caution.

A rapist, Hanzo was not. He looked kicked in the puppy. Then he flopped down next to you onto his back.

“Why?” he asked weakly.

You face-palmed, wishing rescue would hurry up.

Day 15 – Human Furniture

Your human footstool, Hanzo Shimada, was getting miffed after a half hour of serving you. He kept still, but he trembled with indignance. You smiled.

“We’re not done.”

“Have pity on your elder,” he muttered.

You scoffed. That was pretty much whining for him. You wished you could see the indignance on his face under his loose hair. It shined orange in the light of the fireplace beyond his bent figure. It was just a bit messy, so like him to have hair that was never truly messy.

“You’re not that old,” you said, tapping your heel.

His back felt hard. Your poor pet was stressed, as usual. His muscles were tense all along his back. So when you dug your heels into the firm flesh between his ribs, he moaned. He closed his mouth, and you kept rubbing at his back. He hummed deeply over and over, his head sagging. His body gently rocked with your efforts until your thighs got tired.

Hanzo was considerably more relaxed by the time you were done. You took your feet off his back, and he made the softest of grunts.

“What’s wrong, My Dragon,” you cooed.

You felt down his side with your toes, then underneath to his chest. He hummed when you got his nipple.

“Do you like that?”

He grunted again. You took his stiff nipple between your big toe and second toe.

“Say it.”

“I like it.” He said it quicker this time.

You gave him the merest of tugs. He rewarded you with a deep keen. It was then that you noticed his thick erection, filled out and waiting.

“Roll over.”

He did so, his stomach rising and falling with deep breaths. You put the bottom of your feet to his stomach just to feel the softness before moving on.

“Good boy.”

You put your feet to his cock. Rubbed them up and down his shaft. You watched his face as you did so. His expression betrayed him.

“Do you want me to not stop?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said, his hot, sensitive flesh bobbing between the sides of your feet.

“Then say it.”

He stubbornly puffed under the stimulation of your soft soles.

“Say it!”

“Don’t…don’t stop,” he said, the last word coming out broken.

Kinktober Day 3

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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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Day 14 – Asphyxiation

You needed something, and you knew you could get it from Genji. You drew him to your room. He thought you needed a quick fuck, to blow off steam, like he did.

The Blackwatch agent, and ninja, was really getting into it when you pulled his hands to your neck. He searched your eyes for confirmation, his eyes flitting between them. You stared back, hard, and wrapped your legs around his waist. He bit his lip, returned the glare, and squeezed with his human hand. Your lips parted reflexively as you drew in more air to keep it flowing. His pace, momentarily slowed, picked up again. The bed resumed rocking, and together with the heavy breathing, made a kind of lewd music setting the mood.

“I didn’t realize you were into this,” he said. “You don’t look the type.”

You nodded, the movement partially hindered by his grip.

Hips slammed into your rear, stinging slaps and the clacks of Genji’s wires against his upper back. He growled, and slammed against you harder, pushing you an inch across the bed with each thrust. His fingers closed tighter around your neck, just like you wanted. You were going to get just what you wanted. To go out yelling, “fuck,” on the end of his dick.

Your mouth opened wide, gasping for air and Genji’s cock pushing pants from your lungs. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth. Genji smirked and leaned down to suck on your tongue, his soft lips pulling on the slick muscle. Then he sat back again. Sweat pooled between you on the bed, soaking the sheets. His fingers slipped against your flesh with it, his grip weakening.

Your hand flew up to hold it in place.

“Harder,” you rasped.

Your voice didn’t sound like yours. Another’s voice asked for him to choke the life out of you. Genji’s eyes hardened. When before you could see the intoxicating lust in them, now they were blank. He boarded the windows to his soul, the look he wore just before a kill.

His fingers and thumb pressed harder into the sides of your neck. Your vision shrank, the edges closing in, darkening. In the back of your mind, Genji kept thrusting deep into you. He was a muddle of blurry shapes. Your lips twitched, feeble attempts to ask him not to stop. You used all your remaining strength to hold his hand in place around your neck. The five-fingered anchor sinking you down into the oblivion that beckoned.

You finally seized against the bed. Genji let his eyes roll back, revelling in that he could still satisfy someone, even with this body. He got his release, and you got yours, your soul leaving your body.

He searched your eyes again. He found nothing and began shaking your body in a panic. Still no response, so he shook harder. He yelled for help, fat tears streamed down his cheeks.