He’s a total perv. He’s the kind of perv who stand behind her and sneaks his phone under her skirt so he can take pictures. He pinches her legs, untucks her shirt just for the “fun” of it. He always stands too close and crowds her space. He “accidentally” walks into her room while she’s changing. Set up cameras and takes video of her, has peeps holes in various places around the manor so he can watch her live and in person.
Tag: smut
You accidentally fell backwards onto Genji’s lap. Thankfully, he was wearing sweats today, and it didn’t hurt your bum to land there. The fabric cushioned your fall. Not thankfully, he sprung a half chub immediately. He liked to be free while wearing pants. Air out the boys.
You were tickled by this turn of events. Flattered. You wiggled back and forth, pretending to get comfortable. The bulge beneath your cheeks got harder. Over the shock of having your soft tush land on his dick, he put his hands on your hips.
“You did this to me on purpose,” he accused, but not sounding mad at all. “You’re going to stay here and help me hide it.”
“Nope,” you said.
You got up off his lap and walked away. Genji let your hips slip out of his hands. You left him pouting under his visor. Steaming hissed from his vents as he crossed his legs and piled his hands on his crotch.
StepDaddy!Reaper x Step!Daughter
A commission for Anonymous ♡♡♡♡♡ You’re the stepdaughter of Reaper. You used to know him as Gabriel Reyes, the man your mom fell in love with. But life happened. Now he’s the Reaper, and he doesn’t like the way you dress. 3k
Noncon, dubcon, spanking, slut shaming, dubious use of tentacles, pseudo incest, smut.
Reluctance weighted down your feet as Reaper dragged you away from the conversation you were having with a Talon superior. An in-depth discussion of upcoming mission specifics would have to wait; it wasn’t in your best interest to protest. No matter how much your stomach twisted at the feeling of his clawed hand curled around your arm, his gruff voice in your ear stating that he needed to have a few words with you.
His disembodied voice gave you violent body shaking chills. For a man so big both in stature and in muscle, with his heavy boots, and being a man who uses the loudest weapons, Reaper sure could be dead quiet when he wanted to be. You hadn’t seen him coming, and neither had your superior.
The superior had teased in a whisper, “Dad’s mad, huh?” and you glared back at him for the comment. Not only because you knew that he was, in fact, mad (mad about what you weren’t sure at the time), but because you hated thinking of him that way. There may have been a point where you were happy, even loved having him as a stepfather. But that was a long time ago. When Overwatch was still intact, and he was an entirely different person.
Swatting the Dragon
Genji hated waiting for the impact of the paddle against his ass. You skimmed the rim of the paddle along a patch of synthetic skin that you hadn’t paddled yet, teasing him for what was to come next. Genji stuck his ass out against the paddle, wanting you to hurry up. He hummed a high-pitched whine.
You stepped closer and reached around his body to grip his cock tightly. You jerked him fast. He stood up on his tip-toes bent backwards, trying to escape the stimulation. Too much, and he would cum.
“No, please!” he begged.
You took your hand away. He relaxed back down, leaning his forehead against the bedpost. Then he looked over his shoulder, giving you shiny, brown puppy eyes.
“Then don’t misbehave.”
You gave him a hard wack in the spot you previously teased. Genji straightened and grunted.
“More, please,” he asked, quietly. Demurely. The difference is night and day when you tie him up compared to his usual, confident self. His wrists bound together and hanging from the top of the post.
“You’ll get more when I decide,” you said.
You caressed him with the edge of the paddle again. He shifted on his feet, still impatient. Half the fun was making him wait between each smack. Making him tremble. Then hitting. Him. As. Hard. As. You. Could.
His pert ass could take it. And if not, it could be repaired.
“AH!” was the lovely sound you heard along with the sharp impact of wood on his firm, rounded butt.
Genji slumped forward to rest his cheek on the bedpost, his thighs shaking. Each hit was a shot to his cock. Throbbing hard and dribbling clear precum. You stepped forward again, flush with his backside. You massaged his poor, stinging skin. Squeezed his cheeks. You lifted his chin with the edge of the paddle. He swallowed.
“More?” you asked.
A silent nod against the paddle.
You teased him in circles with the flat of the paddle this time. “What did you do when I was making coffee on Thursday?”
“I snuck up behind you and scared you.”
Wack! “AH!”
“That’s right.”
“And what did you say when I told you to knock it off…?”
“I said…hah…I said you should work on your ninja skills.”
Whap! “Ngh!”
“And was that wise?” you asked, gently tapping the peak of one of his nicely-rounded cheeks.
“Mmmmmm.” Genji pretended to think about it.
Again, whap!
“The answer is no, Genji."
"Sorry,” he hissed. His clenched jaw, his bobbing cock. He’s at your mercy. The good boy is holding his orgasm back for you.
“Are you actually sorry?”
You poked the thin edge of the paddle in the cleavage between his cheeks. Genji considered his answer.
“…No,” he settled on.
“Oh.” You jiggled his butt from below with the paddle. “I appreciate the honesty.”
“Do you want to cum?”
He throws his head back and cries, “Yes!”
You give him a surprise wack.
“That was a trick question. You should know that I decide when you cum, not you.”
You unhooked his hands from the post.
“Come here,” you said, leading by his wrists, still bound.
You got onto the bed, pulling Genji on top of you. His cheeks were red and dotted with sweat drops. His eyes hazy. You pulled his wrists further until he had to rest his elbows on either side of your head.
“Kiss me,” you breathed.
Genji immediately pressed his open mouth to yours. Obedience drove his actions, drove his lapping tongue and his pursing lips. Obedience was the key to getting what he wanted.
So when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, Genji fucked your hand, desperate for a release for the pressure building his lower body. You broke the kiss, and his head sagged down. He rapidly panted hot air on your neck.
“Good boy, good boy,” you murmured. You continued to speak encouragement into his ear.
Genji’s pant became low-pitched whines. He leaned forward an inch more and bit into the pillow. His desperation mounted until you spoke the words:
“Be a good boy and cum for me.”
Genji rutted against your hand like a dog against a leg. He arched, ripping the pillow in his teeth. His hips slowed, a thick pool of cum warming your upper stomach.
You had Genji pass you the designated cloth to wipe yourself off. Then you had him lie down to take care of everything else. You cuddled until he fell asleep.
please hear me out… genji who knows his sister takes sleeping pills and secretly ups her doseage so he can have her all night long. he hopes to get her trained and addicted in her sleep, but it’ll still probably shock and maybe even terrify her when she finds out what he’s been doing to her. :3c
Sister!reader’s starting to think that her sleeping pills are having very odd side effects on her body. She never wakes up in the same position that she was when she fell asleep. She even wakes up in different clothes sometimes. And the clothes that she fell asleep in, on occasion, go missing (Genji ripped them in the heat of the moment and had to have them tossed, or he keeps them as a souvenir). She’s often sore when she wakes and has bruises. She thinks she must be sleepwalking, even if none of the staff say they see her do such a thing when she questions them.
She still thinks that’s whats causing all her bruises and her losses and changes of clothes, so to prove that she’s right she sets up a camera one night so that she can see for herself. When she watches back the footage in the morning she’s horrified and disgusted. She was wrong; so wrong. It’s her big brother roughly tossing her around like a rag doll, rudely holding her down, digging his fingers into her skin, fucking her hard and fast.
The Dragon’s Bride
Another commission for the amazing Gal Pals anon! 💖💖💖 You’re a girl living in a studio Ghilibi-esk AU. A strange man walks into your village one day and stays a while. Strange. Once the man showed up you started having dreams about a dragon lord.
Sojiro x reader. A little nsfw. Mostly romance and fluff stuff. I would still say it’s rated mature. 5.2k.
The sky darkened, but also didn’t. The way it always did around your village. A village surrounded by lush vibrant trees and bountiful healthy wildlife. It rained, and yet the Sun still shined so brightly. Enough for the villagers to go about their busy day-to-day lives. Children screamed and splashed in puddles. The sky only darkened enough to house the transparent rain clouds. Clouds that to you looked normal, but to visitors, to the people passing through your quaint village, always took a moment out of their perilous, long journey to observe.
“They’re so… shimmery, Mama!” a child exclaimed to his mother.
She looked to the sky and you followed her gaze. Yes, they were shimmery, even the fat dollops of rain that fell from them seemed to incase glitter. But why that seemed to be abnormal to the little boy was a mystery to you. That was how it’d always had been, and how it always would be.
The young mother hummed. “Yes, they are quite strange aren’t they sweetie?” She reached into her silk blue coin purse, juggling her hardworking umbrella at the same time while she fished out coin. She handed the payment to you, you handed her her omamori, and the transaction was complete.
You each thank each other for the business and she walked away, chin still tilted towards the sky. She handed the charm to her son and said, “They’re odd but very pretty, don’t you think?” You had to laugh because the child couldn’t have cared less about the clouds anymore. He held the charm in his hand and was mesmerized by what he had been handed, the odd clouds forgotten.
My Beautiful Girl Ch 3
You and your father met in secret regularly to satiate your incestuous desires now. Not on the same day every week. No, your schedules wouldn’t allow that. Plus, that was cliche and foolish if you wanted to hide goings-on.
Genji loved to play with you. Every touch elicited a reaction. Panting, “Daddy,” or “fuck,” or a cute whine. Plus adorable squirming while two fingers were two knuckles deep, stroking a spot deep inside, previously unknown to you.
“That’s unfair,” you protested with just your voice. Your body was in complete disagreement. Your cunt was clenching at his fingers and your thighs stretched open.
“Quiet, your daddy knows best,” he said not unkindly, and he went back to sucking on your neck.
Genji had you pinned against the cold, tiled wall in a stall in the communal showers. Your back had long-since heated the tile. The water was running to cover the telling sound of your father pulling his fingers out to shove in three at once. He chased your orgasm until you arched your back away from the wall and pushed at his chest with your palms. He let you catch your breath, then you looked down at the floor to step down. You thought you were done, as you hadn’t made love since that time in Japan at your former apartment. Your father never took things further, and you were comfortable with that.
The way Genji dragged his gaze up and down your body told you differently this time. You wanted more, too, but you were too nervous to ask. As if being penetrated here would alert everyone in the base to what you were doing like they had a sixth sense for immoral activity.
“Did you get birth control from Angela like Daddy told you?” he asked. His voice was husky with anticipation like a blade being dragged against stone.
“Uhuh.” You nodded vigorously to make up for your lack of comprehensible words.
“Good girl.”
Without warning, he lifted you up with one arm around your waist. He used his other hand to quickly line his cock up and thrust inside. It was still a bit of a stretch, so you threw your head back and cried, “Daddy!”
You were too loud, so Genji had to fix that. He kissed you, hard. He sucked on your bottom lip as a signal to open up. He was moving slowly inside you, so your mouth dropped open anyway. While you were in heaven from being full, so full, of your daddy’s cock, Genji was trying not to think too hard.
That if you were on birth control now, and also his daughter, that you could easily be sleeping with other men. He wrapped his arms tighter around your shoulders as if he could keep you all to himself just by holding you. The other issue that nagged him was that this couldn’t possibly last forever. Surely you would find someone your own age to date. That thought spurred punishing thrusts that obliterated any rational last thoughts you may have had. You desperately squeezed your thighs around Genji’s waist.
You pulled away from the kiss to let out a shrill moan, and that snapped him back to reality. He stopped fucking you to arrange your arms around his neck.
“Hold on.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He took hold of your hips to control his thrusts. To make more precise strikes at your core. You lay back against the wall to enjoy the steady ride to completion. To enjoy bouncing on your daddy’s lap, with your daddy clinging to you for the closeness he craved and wished to give you. He moaned low and quiet, and you clenched around his cock. Cumming would be so easy, you just didn’t want this to end too soon.
The gritty scuff of a boot against the tiled floor outside the shower stall alerted you both to at least one other person in the bathroom. It was supposed to be deserted at this hour. Muffled conversation told you it was at least two people.
You tensed up, your cunt constricting around your father’s cock. The sudden surge of pleasure caught him off-guard.
“Ngh.” Genji held his orgasm back.
You shut your mouth tight like you’re sure your father wanted. You didn’t recognize the voices, it was too muffled.
Your father jerked his hips, going deeper. The base of his cock stretched you a bit further, and he came deep inside. He exhaled against your neck. His shoulders rose and fell with his breathing. He then bit into you with just with front teeth and pinned you tighter against the wall.
The two people lingered outside. Your core echoed your tension, clutching around Genji’s length. No matter, he only rolled his hips. He ground his pelvis into your clit, driving whines out of your mouth. He put his palm over your lips before you got any louder.
Genji pushed you bit-by-bit towards the edge. Your orgasm overwhelmed your being, and by the time your senses returned, there was silence outside the stall.
At long last your father allowed you some mercy, lowering your feet to the floor. He brought your forehead to his lips with a hand on the back of your head.
“Forgive your father. He has a weakness for almost being caught. We should not do that again in such a public place.”
“Yes, ‘Tousan.”
As much as you were disappointed to hear that, because the thrill of public fucking on top of the ultimate thrill of being on the end of your daddy’s dick, you had the niggling feeling that your unique relationship could end at any moment. Whether it would be because you’d be discovered and separated, or Genji coming to his senses and pushing you away. You were hoping obedience would stave this off.
So if your father said no more sex in the showers, then no more sex in the showers.
The two of you shared lingering, loving kisses and then conveniently cleaned yourselves using the shower.
“So who do you think it was?” you asked your father. “I didn’t recognize one of the voices.”
The stranger turns out to be your uncle, Hanzo. He looks so different from Genji, not just because he barely has any scars on his intact body. The quiet love for life that your father has is dimmed in Hanzo’s eyes. This, in contrast to his loud, commanding voice. Not quite as booming as Reinhardt’s, but he demands just as much respect when he speaks. You give him that respect. He’s not unkind to you and keeps you at a distance at first.
You charm your way past Hanzo’s defences. You have all the charisma of your father and lack all the negative associations that make Hanzo push his brother away. Hanzo is pleased to teach you how to handle a bow, and he’s even more pleased when he sees you holding the bow with an excited grin.
Genji should be immensely proud of you for getting along with Hanzo and happy that right now, you are being a link between the two brothers. Almost like a real family. But something about it eats at him. Riles him up. Genji found himself keeping mental notes of where your uncle was in relation to you. Hanzo being in the same room as you raised his hackles. Genji is aware of the change in himself. He hides it well from you and instead takes it out on your cunt. Hammers it with his hand over your mouth to stifle your screams. He only does this when Hanzo is off-base, just to be safe.
Hanzo sets to work right away, and Genji keeps you almost constantly full of his cum in the meantime. You welcome this rough, but less loving, type of fucking. You equate it with fatherly approval. Every time Genji comes undone while inside you, you feel loved and connected to your father. Your uncle’s face starts appearing in the back of your mind as you and Genji continue to fuck in secret. Hanzo is a beautiful man, so it only enhances the pleasure you feel. Genji has to clamp his hand tighter around your mouth.
Hanzo comments on the marks around your mouth when he next returns to the watchpoint the next day. Your face sets ablaze in embarrassment, and you make up a flimsy excuse. Hanzo hums, disbelieving, but he drops the subject. He has become a protective uncle to you. He pulls you close to place a kiss in your hair, then lets go. He’s just worried about you hurting yourself.
You revel in his affection, but the closer you get to Hanzo, the more worried you are that he will somehow find out about your and Genji’s secret.
Adding to your worries, Dr. Ziegler says she has serious news for you at your next appointment. Your father doesn’t have to come with, but he sees the dread in your expression. He needs to take care of his little girl.
Dr. Ziegler smiles sadly when she sees that Genji is with you.
“I’m glad you brought support. You know we’re all here for you,” she says. “You’re pregnant.”
The room spun, and your nausea wasn’t from the pregnancy. You reached for your father’s hand for comfort, for an emotional anchor. Genji moved his hand away, and you knew that was it. He was your father, no longer your daddy.
The next few days were awkward. You saw your sadness reflect in your father’s eyes. He often stared into space, silent, when normally he would chat with you. You watched him, scared to interrupt. He would come to the conclusion that you shouldn’t continue your trysts anymore. There was a serious consequence, but neither of you expected pregnancy. The birth control failed.
After three days, Genji announced your fate:
“I’m taking you back to Japan, Beautiful.”
He used your favourite nickname, but again, this was it. You sniffled and wiped your tears away, trying to be a big girl for your father. You took the flight there together, leaning against each other. You bundled up your jacket to use as a pillow and fell asleep on his shoulder to get some rest from your grief.
You woke, groggy, when the plane touched down. You lifted your head from Genji’s shoulder.
“The other flight is in a few hours,” Genji tells you gently.
He gets up, grabs his bag from the overhead bin, and leaves the plane. You follow, the wheels in your head turning.
You didn’t know this was a stopover flight. You hadn’t paid attention, just blindly obeyed your father and got on the plane. The logic followed then that this flight stopped halfway, in the US. You tried to ask for more details.
“’Tousan-”
“Come,” he ordered, firm but without edge.
Your chin fell towards your chest, and you followed his feet as they walked. He led you to what you assumed would be somewhere to eat.
“It is good that we have different last names. No one will be suspicious,” he said just loud enough for you to hear.
You looked up to see him open the door to a strange building. You followed him inside, curious. He took your hand, grabbing your attention.
“Just say, ‘I do,’ when the officiant looks at you.”
You stopped, the truth hitting you hard. Genji wasn’t breaking off your sexual relationship, he was taking you to Vegas to marry you.
black-jean-grey replied to your post “(1/3) I have been thinking about Daughter!Reader to Genji. But instead…”
Wait keep this thought train going ��
Alright, alright lemme see what I can do!
Hanzo states that Genji’s daughter, Daughter!Reader, is too much like young Genji. She’s going down a self-destructive path. She needs to know how delusional she is if she thinks she can hold her own against them, in the bedroom and outside of it. Genji agrees, because he’s lived it.
Hanzo is in charge of keeping her tied up and locked inside her room. If she tries to escape, he makes a show of his combat abilities to scare her back in line. If that includes a few bruises and a mild concussion, that’s on her; she shouldn’t be so foolish and try to fight him.
Genji’s the one who has his way with her. Shows her that he was an expert lover before she was even born. He uses all the knowledge he has to give her earth-shattering after earth-shattering orgasms. The kind that bring you to tears after because of the emotions welling up in you. He encourages her to cry, tells her that it’s good for her. lol u could call this ‘sexual healing’
It makes sense to me that two Shimadas would be needed to control one. They team up to teach Daughter!Reader proper discipline. To be an obedient slave in the house. She has to work hard instead of charming whatever she wants out of everyone. She has to clean the house and learn to cook. This extends to her servicing them in the bedroom and in general providing her body to them when they want to use it. In return for being good, they bring her small presents.
I think an interesting ending to this is one night they’re fucking her so hard that her dragon manifests to help defend her. Maybe she escapes then.
a/n: kind of a short companion piece to this genji short i wrote a little while ago back on July 28th. vuage nsfw-ish again, tagged and featuring bw!genji once again because i love him.
“Some Brother!Hanzo x a cheeky, virgin sister!reader. She’s “curious” and Hanzo indulges her curiosity :3” So ummmm… Please??????? Like the moment I read this I was so fucking hyped to see it
WN: Public Sex, Dub-Con due to alcohol~
Hanzo’s not sure which excuse it is that keeps him from ripping his sister’s hips away, throwing her on her ass, and storming off. Whether it’s the alcohol that sings through his veins making him more agreeable than usual, or the fact that deep in his guts he really wants to feel his little sister’s bare, virgin cunt. Raw, and tight, and so wet. He can see it because you make it a point to show it to him. How pink and glistening you are, displayed by two dainty fingers spreading the folds of your slick lips apart. A small gape catches his eye, your cherry red insides, unsullied but any other man.
You straddle his lap, lower yourself, and bounce your silky velvet just so against the tip of his exposed cock; you do it again and again until it just pops inside of you. As promised, a surprise to him (he doesn’t trust you right now) you, in fact, only take in the tip. It’s swallowed up and gripped tightly. “Only” the tip still has Hanzo’s hips lurching. Dangerous as he almost thrusts himself all the way into your pristine flower. You gasp. “It feels good,” you say. Then giggle, wiggle your hips from side to side, so pleased with your current state.
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