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froggibus · 11 months

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Vermillion Flames - Blackwatch! Genji

Pairing: Blackwatch! Genji Shimada x f! Reader (reader uses female pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: angst, smut/NSFW

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: Genji is the newest addition to Blackwatch, and while he seems to be angry at everything, his anger seems to be clouded over by something else—his feelings for you

CW: dubcon, dark! Genji, Blackwatch! Genji, dom! Genji, sub! reader, dacryphilia, masturbation, marking, choking, possessiveness, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, overstimulation, breeding? kinda, violence, reader gets shot, mutual pining, Genji is a lil obsessive

THIS IS NOT THE HAPPY, WELL-ADJUSTED GENJI WE KNOW AND LOVE. THIS IS A DARKER, BLACKWATCH GENJI WHO IS STILL COPING WITH HIS THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS AFTER THE INCIDENT.

I’ve had this idea for a really long time and at one point was writing a full length fic about this, but I always lose motivation so here is the bite sized version lol. I kinda tried to keep his character here while also playing to the darker elements, especially his feelings towards himself and others after the accident. also I’m just super down bad for dark! Genji so enjoy <3

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If there’s anything you’ve come to learn in your time as a Blackwatch agent, it’s how to know when you’re being watched.

Despite stepping off of the jet into the cold Russian air, you feel the warm sting of eyes on your back. You glance over your shoulder—but the only people around are your teammates.

Cole Cassidy isn’t even looking your way, his focus is on the holster attached to his belt and the Peacekeeper that sits inside of it.

Gabriel Reyes has his holopad out, eyes narrowed at the schematics on his screen. He doesn’t seem aware of what’s going on around him, but you know Reyes—he’s always watching.

Moira O’Deorain hasn’t even stepped off of the jet yet. Your best guess is she’s still gathering all of her equipment into a bag that she’ll force Cassidy to carry later on.

So that leaves Genji. The mysterious cyborg is the newest addition to your team and he’s kept to himself the past few weeks. You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t caught your eye, but you knew better. Reyes and Cassidy had constantly reminded you that he was dangerous, unstable. Still, the dangerous air to him sends electricity arcing up your back.

You shrug it off. Maybe you��re just paranoid because you’re about to infiltrate a terrorist organization. You turn back to the terrain ahead.

Genji Shimada can’t seem to tear his eyes off of you. Something about the sway of your hips, the swell of your ass, just captivates him. Dark eyes stare at you, shockwaves rushing through his system.

It’s been so long since a woman has been able to capture his attention. Ever since he became the cyborg monstrosity he sees himself as, he hasn’t had time for women. Or more accurately, women don’t want a robot for a boyfriend.

He suppresses a sigh. The group has already started trekking through the snow, and he has no choice but to follow. The cold air does wonders to suppress the heat rushing through him, and he’s grateful for his mask so that no one sees the red tinge to his face. He forces his eyes to look at the horizon, to look at the path ahead, to look anywhere but you.

The trek to the facility feels like an eternity, and you’re not sure if it’s from the eyes burning into you or the deep snow, or some combination of both.

You shake it off. You can’t afford to be distracted on this mission, and Genji is off limits.

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Genji is less than enthused when Reyes pairs him off with you. He couldn’t help but notice the way you shrunk in on yourself when Reyes called his name. He hates how the sight sends blood rushing through him.

The two of you set out on sneaking through the vents of the facility, blindly feeling your way through the dark in hopes to find the lab. You can hear Genji breathing behind you and see the red glow of his armor reflected on the vents. Having him behind you now, nowhere to stare but you, only confirms what you thought earlier. He was looking at you. You’re not sure how to feel about that.

You’re so distracted by his presence that you don’t realize the loose grate beneath you until you’re falling through it, tumbling towards the ground. You barely manage to brace yourself before you hit the rubber floor of the facility, using your momentum to roll.

Unfortunately, your entrance was less than graceful and now the Talon agents in the room are staring at you.

Genji groans, shaking his head at you. Great. He watches as one of the agents hits the panic button, and red lights and an alarm start blaring. He watches from the vent, waiting to see what you’ll do.

The agents in the room flee, but they’re replaced by other agents in full body armor, carrying pulse rifles. You stand your ground, extending out your bo staff and spinning it in front of you with expert grace.

If he wasn’t so pissed off at you, Genji would be impressed.

He lets you fight off the first wave on your own, but as soon as the agents start to overwhelm you, he’s dropping out of the vent. He lands silently, the agents not even noticing him until he’s slicing through their ranks.

You finish off the last of your agents and freeze, watching him fight. He’s a blur of silver and black and red, a gory mess but beautiful in the same sense a graveyard is. Watching him now, you see why Cass and Reyes had warned you about him—you can almost see the ghosts of his past following him through the fight.

You’re so distracted, so infatuated, you don’t notice the stray bullet headed straight for you.

Genji reacts before you do, diving in front of you and deflecting it into the straggling agent. The agent collapses to the ground, a hole burning in his chest armor.

“T-thank you.”

Genji spins around, staring down at you. He’s not very tall, but he just seems so much bigger than you right now. You wait for him to say something, anything, but instead he just sighs.

The two of you make your way through the facility as quietly as you can, blending into the shadows casted by the blinking red lights. Every once in a while, Genji grabs your wrist harshly to tug you along with him. You don’t need words to know he’s pissed at you.

He’s so mad at you, so frustrated with your inability to focus. And yet a stupid part of him still wants to protect you.

The journey back to the jet feels like an eternity, made worse by Genji’s complete and utter silence. You try to make conversation with him, avoiding bringing up what just happened, but it only seems to make him more angry. He walks slightly ahead of you, refusing to let himself look at you.

The emotions swelling in his chest are so confusing, he just wants to hit something. He’s so angry at you, and your stupid sunshine persona just keeps talking and talking. He’s half tempted to tell you to shut up, stop talking, but he knows he has to keep it together until you’re back to safety. And though he’s angry, another part of him isn’t.

It’s the first time in months he’s felt something that wasn’t riddled in angst and guilt, and he hates it. He hates that he wants to just look at you. Just stare at you for hours on end. He hates the way you make his heart race and the blood rush to his groin.

Just before you make it to the jet, a few meters from where the ramp is down and you’re sure Reyes and Cass and Moira are waiting, you try to catch up with Genji.

You jog up to his side, trying to grab his shoulder to get his attention. “Hey, I’m really sorry for—”

Genji spins around impossibly fast, catching your wrist in his metal palm. He squeezes it enough for it to hurt. You try to pull away but he keeps you there—a display of his strength, and the difference between the two of you. You hate the way it makes your heart speed up in spite of the pain.

“Don’t.” He simply says, but he doesn’t let go of your wrist.

His tone catches you by surprise. You’ve barely ever talked to him, and now he sounds so angry with you, it makes you shiver.

You glare at him, waiting for him to say something else. He glares back, red eyes narrowing in on you. When your eyes meet, there’s that electricity again. You wonder if he feels it too.

Then, as if nothing happened, he drops your wrist and boards the plane. You catch your aching wrist, rubbing at the sore skin, before following him onto the jet.

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You’re pulled into Morrison’s office almost as soon as you land back at HQ. Reyes follows you in, ready to both berate and defend you in front of his closest comrade. You stand the whole time, fingers fiddling with the foam head of the chair next to Reyes.

You zone out while Jack yells, staring at the wall above his head, waiting for it to be over. Everything he’s saying is true—you were reckless, distracted, stupid. You could have gotten everybody killed, one more mistake like this and there won’t be a place for you within Blackwatch anymore.

Genji listens from the other side of the door. He tried to stop himself, but the look on your face when Reyes started to guide you down the hall changed his mind. You looked so scared. He wasn’t going to let you face that alone.

Everytime Jack raises his voice, Genji’s hand clenches the door handle, ready to burst into the room. Yet he doesn’t, because everytime, you just say ‘yes sir’ in that cute obedient voice that’s driving him crazy.

At a particularly loud burst, he’s turning the handle when he hears the loud clicking of boots behind him.

“Don’t,” Cassidy warns, “it ain’t worth it.”

He spins around, squinting at the cowboy. They’ve barely interacted, but when they have, it’s been brief.

“Y/n made the mistake, y/n’s gotta pay for it. Simple.”

Genji takes a deep breath. He knows he’s right, it’s none of Genji’s business. But something about being told to leave you alone, let you face this alone, makes him so angry. He can feel the blood rush to his ears.

“I don’t know if I like you muckin’ about in their business, anyway.” He raises an eyebrow at the cyborg, “y/n’s a good person.”

Though he doesn’t say it, the implication is loud and clear. You’re a good person, he’s not. Still, being told to stay away from you only makes him want to be with you more. He hates it.

“Just,” the cowboy sighs, taking back his earlier judgment. “Don’t do anything stupid.” He turns on his heel and walks down the hallway, spurs clicking the whole way.

They’ve been talking for so long that the meeting is almost over, and Genji only has a few seconds to dash down the hall before the door is swinging open.

You tug on your hair in frustration, forcing yourself to keep your feelings in until you get to your room. You scream as soon as your door closes behind you, kicking a pile of clothes in frustration.

You pull off your suit, toss it with the clothes, and collapse in a heap on your bed. You fucked up so bad, you really, really fucked up. And it’s all because of that stupid fucking cyborg and his stupid fucking attitude.

You lay there in your underwear for god knows how long, sobbing out your frustrations for the day.

Genji sits in his bed on the other side of the wall. He can hear you, and a part of him wants to comfort you. But another, darker part of him just wants to see you cry. He shakes his head—when did he get so fucked up?

Still, he can’t help but seethe. He’s the only one who should be making you cry like this, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be from him yelling at you. God.

He tugs off his visor and slams it on his nightstand. He doesn’t even know how to deal with his feelings anymore. It’s been so long since he’s felt anything but this burning anger, and the combination of these emotions are driving him crazy. You’re driving him crazy.

It’s like his attraction has dialed up to 11, and he doesn’t know how to cope.

He can still hear your sobs from the other side of the wall, and he hates the way it makes his cock swell. It hurts—straining against the metal plate of his armor.

He groans, part pain, part pleasure. He hates his body, he hates his stupid robot parts. And the fact that he can’t even get a hard on anymore without it hurting makes him hate everything even more.

He strips out of his armor, peeling away the metal parts that he can, despising the ones he can’t. Still, he’s happy that his cock is free, the fresh air feeling amazing on his sensitive head.

He spits in his hand, spreading out the moisture on the shaft of his cock. He focuses on the sound of your crying through the walls, shutting his eyes and rubbing himself while he listens to it. You sound so pretty, so weak. He loves it.

He only wishes he was in there with you.

He speeds up his movements, thrusting into his hand. He can picture it so well—him pinning you to the bed, fucking you until you cry like that. Listening to you beg and whine and sob all night.

He’s finishing in his hand before he can finish the fantasy, wiping off the cum with a tissue and tossing it in the trash.

He lays back in bed. What the fuck is wrong with me? He was never like this before, never into stuff like this before. And he knows a part of him will never be the same since the accident, but he didn’t know it would be like this.

He wants to protect you. He wants to avoid you. He wants to fuck you, he wants to make you cry. He wants to make you feel better, he wants to take care of you. It makes his head spin. He’s never been obsessed like this before.

He shakes his head. He needs to stay away from you before this gets any worse.

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Genji avoids you like the plague after that. He always chooses to spar with Cass during training, he refuses to be your partner on missions, and when he is, he just ignores you the whole time.

You’re not even sure what you did wrong. You know there was that weird, tense moment after you messed up that mission, but you didn’t think that was reason enough to hate you. The whole enigma of him makes your head spin, but it’s so alluring that you couldn’t hate him even if you wanted to.

Sometimes you catch him staring at you, red eyes examining you like prey, but as soon as you notice it, it’s done. You’re not one to talk though—sometimes you catch yourself zoning out on him, watching his arms as he trains, watching his sweaty black hair falling in his face.

The tension between you two is suffocating.

So of course Reyes has to assign him to be your partner on an undercover mission in London.

The mission starts off normal, but so did all of the other ones. Genji keeps a close eye on you, ready to make sure you don’t get distracted and fuck up again. Still, he’s the one that’s distracted. Ever since that day in his room when he got off on hearing you cry, his feelings towards you have only grown.

He shakes his head and forces himself to focus. He can’t afford to get distracted here—not when either one of you could get hurt in the process.

The rooftops of London are completely empty, and so are the streets, surprisingly. The two of you creep around, trying to make your way to the stakeout point so you can observe a secret meetup. The air smells of petrichor, the sky threatening to open up and pour down on you. You wouldn’t complain if it did. You need something to cool you off from the thoughts you’ve been having about Genji.

You make it to the designated spot, setting up your stuff. You radio to Reyes that you’ve arrived at the vantage point and he radios back that the deal should be happening at any minute.

Any minute, which is code for anytime in the next hour. You hope it’s sooner rather than later so you don’t have to deal with this awkward silence. You fiddle with your fingers, tapping them on your knees.

Genji watches you closely. He watches the way you mess around with your fingers, watches your chest with every breath you take. That costume fits you perfectly, and he hates the idea that other people get to see you like this.

The meeting happens only a few minutes after you arrive, a tall omnic dressed in a suit emerging from the shadows to deal with a scraggly looking man. Genji observes them closely while you take pictures, capturing everything they do.

Something seems wrong, though. They’re not exchanging goods like the intel said they would be. In fact, it doesn’t seem like a secret meeting at all. Genji realizes it’s a trap a second too late, only managing to shove you down as a bullet rips across the landscape.

It grazes your shoulder, a burning pain spreading through your body. You collapse to the ground with a whine, Genji landing on top of you. He presses his hand to your mouth to keep you quiet.

You’re in so much pain—you’re not sure you’ve ever felt this way before. It burns and it aches and it feels as though you’ve been ripped apart. Genji presses down on the wound and a scream leaves your throat just as another bullet rips through the air.

It just barely misses the top of Genji’s head.

“Stay here,” he breathes heavily, suddenly pouncing to his feet.

That’s the most he’s spoken to you in weeks, and it’s the first thing you’ve heard him say without that tone behind it. You watch as he stands up and draws his sword, challenging the sniper to shoot again.

They do, and Genji is ready. He deflects it back perfectly, the clang of metal on metal replacing the sound of the shot. There’s a yelp from far away, and satisfied that he’s got them, Genji returns to your side.

Only, you’ve lost so much blood that you’re barely coherent. “Fuck!” He taps your face, willing you to stay with him, but you drift off.

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You wake up in a hotel room, body aching in the clean linen sheets. Your shoulder burns, and then you remember what happened. You sit up quickly, tugging off your shirt to examine the wound. It’s been cleaned and bandaged, under a huge patch of blood stained gauze.

You sigh in relief. You’re not dead—but you would be if it weren’t for Genji.

The hotel room is fairly clean, aside from your bloody uniform that’s laying on the ground next to the bed. You blink a few times. You were on a mission—where did you get a spare change of clothes? Did Genji go shopping?

As if on cue, Genji speaks from where he’s sitting near the closed curtains. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot,” you admit.

He nods, clearly not in a joking mood. “They won’t be able to extract us until tomorrow morning. Reyes set up this room for us and sent the extra clothes.”

That makes sense. There’s no way they’d be able to get you two out of the streets without drawing attention, especially after shots were fired.

You rub the seam of the gauze, trailing over the wound subconsciously.

“We should change that.”

You follow him into the bathroom, awkwardly sitting on the counter while he pulls out a grocery bag of first aid supplies. You pull off your shirt, embarrassed at the prospect of him seeing you half naked. At least you were unconscious and didn’t have to deal with the humiliation last time.

You don’t miss the way Genji’s eyes graze over your skin, tracing the outline of your collarbone. It makes you heat up, thoughts of him kissing you there flooding your mind. You shake them away—he’s just helping you out. It’s wrong to think of him this way.

He peels off the old gauze covering, discarding it in the trash, before dabbing alcohol across the wound.

You watch him work, fingers knowing what to do without him even thinking about it. He traces the outline of the gauze after he places it on your skin, cold metal fingers settling the hotter parts of you.

You shiver under his touch, looking up at him. Genji looks back, dark eyes meeting your softer ones. You offer him a gentle grin.

His hand moves from your shoulder to your hip, squeezing it. He finds himself leaning in, and you find yourself getting closer. And then just before your lips touch, he pulls away like he’s been burned.

“G-Genji?”

He shakes his head, storming out of the bathroom. You follow after him, not even bothering to tug your shirt back on.

“Don’t come near me!”

You furrow your brows at his words. “What? What’s going on? Did I do something wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for weeks!”

He tugs on his hair, repeatedly shaking his head at you. You can see the way his muscles are tensing, see the way he’s trying to show restraint. But why?

“Genji,” you step closer to him cautiously, like you’re approaching a wild animal. “What is it?”

He keeps shaking his head, eyes focused on the floor, ignoring you completely. You take another step, only inches from him now.

“Genji.”

“I’m a fucking monster, okay?” His outburst makes you flinch but you hold your ground. “I’m not even human anymore, and I have all these sick fucking thoughts about what I want to do to you and—you should just stay away from me, okay?”

“What kind of sick thoughts?”

“You don’t want to know,” his eyes finally meet yours.

You step an inch closer, standing on your toes so that your mouth hovers near his. “I think I do.”

“Y/n,” he warns.

You ignore the warning. You ignore all of the red flags. You ignore the voice in your head that says maybe this isn’t the best idea. You jump into his arms, smashing your lips against his and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He turns you around to slam you into the wall, being careful to avoid reopening your wound. He’s so hungry for you, so desperate. His lips nip at yours like a man starved, all he wants, all he needs right now is to have you.

He carries you over to the bed, tossing you into it before climbing on top of you and ripping off your pants. You’re left naked, shivering in anticipation at what he’s going to do to you.

You don’t know how deep his cybernetic parts run, you hardly know anything about him, but he’s all you want. You tug him to you by his hair, making him kiss you again. One of his metal thighs slips between your legs, giving you something to grind your wet pussy against while you make out.

His lips move down to your neck, biting at the sensitive skin. Moans force their way out of your throat, the sting of his teeth breaking the skin making your eyes water.

Genji pulls back, looking at your teary eyes. The thought of finally having you like this, so vulnerable underneath him, is enough to make him feral.

His hand is slipping between your legs, shoving two fingers inside of you with ease. Your wet pussy gushes around him, begging him for more. You whine at his roughness—but it’s so fucking good.

He shoves them in and out of you, curling them inside of you in a way that makes your eyes roll back. His mouth finds its way to your tits, biting your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. The sound has his cock swelling even more, straining against the metal.

He slips a third finger in you, stretching you out in such a delicious, amazing way. You moan his name, trying to let him know you’re getting close, but Genji is too drunk on the feeling of you to listen.

He keeps attacking your chest with his mouth, leaving bruises and bite marks across your skin. It’s his way of marking his territory, of showing everyone who you belong to.

He’s wanted this for so long, and he’s going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you.

You cum hard on his fingers, and Genji stops just to watch how pretty you look when you cum. He pulls his fingers out of you, sucking off the juices and moaning at the taste.

The sight of him is enough to make you horny again, and suddenly you’re thrusting your hips in the air, desperate for any sort of contact.

“So desperate,” he teases.

“I-I—”

He mocks you, popping off the metal plate from his crotch and stroking his cock. He rubs his head through your folds, collecting up your slick on his shaft. You’re already ready for him, your first orgasm prepping you more than enough.

He pushes his whole cock in, your walls straining to take him. He can’t quite get his whole length inside of you, so he pulls out and shoves it in again. He watches as he sinks in and out of you, the last two inches of his cock staying outside of the wetness he longs to be in.

He’s bigger than you’re used to, and your pussy is already so sensitive. That doesn’t stop Genji, though. He keeps slamming his hips into yours, trying to force his cock inside of you. You whimper with every thrust, almost screaming when he hits that spot deep inside of you.

Genji rolls his hips into yours, thrusting hard and deep. He grabs at your neck, strong hand gently squeezing. You gasp at the sudden feeling and the lack of oxygen, but the burning in your throat feels so good you don’t want him to stop. Everything starts to get fuzzy, and the feeling of Genji railing you starts to feel even better.

You don’t even realize you’re cumming until he releases his grip on your throat and lets you breathe. The blood rushes to your ears. Your eyes have teared up from the choking, a few tears rolling down your cheeks. You go to wipe them away, but Genji pins your wrists above your head.

The sight of you lying beneath him, whimpering and crying like he imagined has him going crazy. He keeps bullying his cock into your swollen pussy, thrusts getting sloppier by the second until he fully bottoms out and pumps his cum inside of you.

“G-Genji,” you breathe. “Did—did you just—”

Genji’s too drunk on your pussy to listen, fucking his cum back inside of you. The hot mixture of his cum and your juices being fucked inside of you has you curling your toes.

His pace is brutal, his mind only set on fucking you full and keeping you stuffed. He pushes your legs up into your stomach, fucking you into a mating press.

Your vision blurs from the tears, your nerves overloading from the overstimulation and making you shiver. Genji fucks you through it, pounding into you, sure to get his entire length in every time. It’s not long before you’re cumming again, your body convulsing with your orgasm. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, but Genji holds them in place while he finishes fucking you.

He reaches up to wipe the tears from your face, the sight of you sobbing only making him fuck you harder. God, he’s wanted this for so long and he’ll do anything to keep it. Anything as long as he gets to keep fucking you like this.

“G-gonna finish inside of you,” he groans. “Gonna stuff you full. Y-you like that?”

You nod furiously, but you’re so fucked out that he could do anything to you at this point and you wouldn’t care. Genji cums with a string of moans and curses, cock twitching inside of you.

He doesn’t pull out, instead, he lays on his side and tugs you so your back is pressed against his chest. He keeps his cock inside of you, holding his cum inside.

It’s not long before you’re falling asleep, Genji’s fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. For the first time in a long time, he feels like the anger and the darkness within him are sated, and for now, that’s more than enough.

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bakutenshi · 8 months

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#anime #fanart #gaming #overwatch #overwatch fanart #mercy #angela ziegler #genji ow #genji shimada #mercy ow #gency #overwatch gency #genji x mercy #they are real to me #he’s just happy to be here #she needs to work

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trans-genji · 1 year

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“ sir that’s my emotional support cowboy “

someone said this meme but with bw genji so i drew it

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novicere · 5 months

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Blackwatch Genji ♥

Gods, I love Blackwatch so, so much, Genji's Design is peak <33

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#overwatch 2 #overwatch fanart #etsyshop #genji shimada #genji #genji overwatch #genji ow #overwatch #blackwatch #blackwatch genji

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minttle · 2 months

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Old Genji piece, I know I messed up in places please don't look 😞

#genji shimada #genji overwatch #genji ow #blackwatch genji #overwatch #art #artwork #digital art #blackwatch #genji

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granddaughter-o · 7 months

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🙈

#overwatch #doodle #genji ow #overwatch genji #genji shimada

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kumad0rii · 1 month

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Genji cyber demon art?❓❓❓

#overwatch #genji shimada #genji ow #artwork #traditional art #digital art #fanart #demon oc #character design #character art

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mxeve0 · 26 days

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How I Think OW Boys Would Be In Bed

Includes - Genji, Hanzo, Cassidy, Soldier, Reaper, Junkrat, Lucio, Lifeweaver

Warnings - 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI, choking, spanking, degrading, hair pulling, bondage, body worship

Genji

☆He is a boob guy. Period. This man will do anything and everything to see/touch them.

☆This man is SOFT. He'd never be too harsh unless you asked for it, and even then he'd still be gentle.

☆Trying to explain kinks to him was painful. Poor guy couldn't understand why you'd WANT to be choked.

☆He would definitely talk you through it, and throw in praises here and there, especially during your first couple of times.

☆Speaking of, during your first time he let you take the reins; he didn't want to accidentally push your boundaries.

☆Favours any position where he can see your face.

☆Is usually quite quiet, but some groans and small whines slip when he's close.

☆It took him a while to get comfortable with asking you to do things and he still prioritises your pleasure over his. He also rarely ever asks you to be intimate, he'd rather let you initiate it.

☆Aftercare GOD. This man is waiting in your hand and foot, ready to get you anything and everything to make you feel more comfortable.

Hanzo

⛧Ass guy, all the way. He will gladly use it as a pillow any time he can, and his hand is on it in some way, shape, or form 24/7.

⛧He's inexperienced to say the least. He never really bothered with anything sexual growing up, so his first few times were sloppy until he found his rhythm... literally and mentally.

⛧Now he spends time figuring out his kinks, though he's too scared about being too rough with you in case he hurts you.

⛧Doesn't like to talk much during it; he just doesn't know what to say without being weird. Might occasionally throw in some praise/degradation depending on what you're into.

⛧The one thing he doesn't feel bad about is leaving marks on your ass from slapping it. He actually finds it quite attractive but he'd never admit that.

⛧Actually has a pretty high sex drive, but he ignores it until you initiate it as he doesn't want to seem desperate.

⛧He prefers being slow and gentle with you over being rough because he knows he won't accidentally hurt you or go too far. Also prefers you to take charge for the same reasons.

⛧Basic bitch, his favourite position is missionary; he loves holding your hand above your head. But he doesn't mind doggy-style, after all your ass is facing him.

⛧Doesn't like having a safe word because he doesn't think he'd ever take you to the point of using it, but he understands why you have it.

⛧Never quite understands how aftercare works but will always get whatever you ask of him.

Cassidy

◇This man loves everything. He simply cannot pick a favourite. He changes it every time you ask him.

◇Now he KNOWS what he's doing. He knows exactly what turns you on and how to do it You could even be on the other side of the room and he could just look at you in a certain way and you'd be wet.

◇This man wants you all the time. All hours of the night and day, he doesn't even care where. Honestly sometimes he doesn't even want to have sex, he just wants his dick inside you. If he had no shame he'd just fuck you in the middle of a street, and the more he thinks about that, the more it turns him on.

◇Rough af. But he knows you can handle it and he knows your limits. He's subconsciously cocky because he knows he's good, especially when he's topping.

◇He doesn't even mind being a bottom, though he prefers being on top, but his hands are glued to your hips when he is.

◇When he is topping, he prefers missionary. He loves seeing the mascara running down your face with his hand wrapped around your neck.

◇Even though he's rough, he knows your limits. It would kill him if he ever hurt you for the sake of his own pleasure.

◇He can kinda be a dick sometimes; loves to tease you, maybe a little too much, and then degrading you when you start to beg.

◇Just because he's rough doesn't mean he's bad at aftercare. He loves running you a warm bath and carrying you bridal-style to it, and giving you massages whilst you sit in the water.

Soldier

♡Thighs. Chicken thighs and yours; a true American. His hand is resting on them constantly.

♡This guy does not know his kinks, nor does he want to know them. You'd have to BEG for him to even think about trying anything out and even then it would be minimal. He knows how to have sex and that's enough for him.

♡You'd think he wouldn't know any other positions, but sometimes he whips out the mating press and reminds you that he's not THAT old.

♡Has a pretty low sex drive but will do it anyways if that's what you want. But he would rather be caught dead than be a bottom, and that he stands by.

♡He's never really rough enough for you to need proper aftercare, but he'll still provide you with whatever you ask for.

Reaper

ꕥLoves your neck. More than anything. He loves that he could place hickeys there that you could cover up, only for the pair of you to know about, or for you to show to the world, to display his ownership over you.

ꕥDuring your first time he realised he'd have to teach you quite a bit. Watching you put the things he taught you into action turns him on more than he could've guessed.

ꕥHe was gentle at first, whilst you were both discovering your kinks and boundaries, but he quickly dropped that facade as you became more comfortable with each other. He quickly made it clear that he liked watching you squirm beneath him, begging him for something, anything.

ꕥLOVES doggy-style, with one hand on your hip and the other pulling your hair. Has to have a mirror in front of you though so he can see your face.

ꕥHates being a bottom, the only way it would happen would be if you were 69-ing.

ꕥLoves eating you out and leaving claw marks from his gloves on your inner thighs.

ꕥMakes you pleasure him sometimes before he even touches you in a sensual way. He just has a power kink that's all.

ꕥLikes to push boundaries, but he's also afraid of hurting you, so he asks how far he can go beforehand.

ꕥAdores seeing you tied up, unable to move. Sometimes he'll tie you up before he leaves for somewhere so you can be a present for him to come back to. And sometimes he'll leave you there when he's done with you.

ꕥIt's a 50/50 on whether or not he'll give you proper aftercare. If he's been quite aggressive then he'll probably run you a bath and bring you food, but otherwise it's up to you.

Junkrat

☄Loves EVERYTHING. Whatever this goober can get his hands on. And he LOVES giving you kisses everywhere just to show how much he loves your entire body.

☄He isn't even kinky, he's just horny beyond belief. Although he has no idea what he's doing, but he's doing his best nonetheless. But he would literally have sex with you anywhere anytime.

☄Bottom. Obviously. Likes to be a brat about it and test your patience though. Acts like he hates when you tease him but it turns him on even more, especially if you belittle him for being 'such a good sub'.

☄When he is topping he has no sense of rhythm or speed and you're usually guiding him anyway. Mainly only tops when you don't particularly feel like doing anything or when you're on your 100th round because this guy has NO stamina limit.

☄Loves biting you (with consent ofc) and leaving marks everywhere, especially hickies for other people to see.

☄Whiney. This guy is the whiniest man you'll ever meet. And he doesn't shut up either. Not in a 'talking you through it way' but more of her won't shut up about how good it feels and how lucky he is.

☄LOVES to eat you out. Begs everyday for you to let him so he can feel you squirm under his mouth.

☄Always tires you out afterwards so he tries to look after you...to the best of his abilities. It's the effort that counts right.

Lucio

♬BOOBIES. Loves 'em. He could look at them for hours, he just thinks they compliment your figure so well. Loves buying you low cut things to show them off and refuses to accept any negativity about them.

♬Refuses any negativity about your body in general tbh. He genuinely thinks you're the most beautiful person on this planet and gets upset when you don't agree.

♬Loves taking it slow with you, and praising you for how well your doing.

♬Favours doggy style because he loves placing kisses all over your body, but he also likes lotus position because he likes to sandwich his face between your tits.

♬Secretly loves being restrained and teased himself but wouldn't tell you at first because he thought it was embarrassing.

♬Not super vocal but when he does make noises it's usually little whines or moans, especially when he's close.

♬Loves aftercare. Honestly sometimes he'll have sex with you just to have a reason to look after you extra well afterwards, not that he needs a reason.

Lifeweaver

❀Thigh guy most definitely. Loves squeezing them and honestly the thicker the better.

❀Prefers eating you out over ANYTHING. Just prefers giving you pleasure in general. He'll put off giving into his own desires for so long to please you that he forgets about them.

❀Hates asking for blowjobs or anything that's one sided; he thinks it's unfair and rude to even ask you if it.

❀Adores the rest of your body as well as the thighs and will not shut up about how perfect you are, every. damn. time.

❀Loves doing it in cowgirl position but he hates the fact that you have to put in the effort, so usually he holds you still whilst he does all the work. Likes it because he can see your entire body up close.

❀Has a high sex drive but again puts it off if it's obvious you're not in the mood. Though sometimes he'll try and get you in the mood, which usually works.

❀Not a super kinky guy, but he doesn't mind some spanking and hair pulling every now and then. However he does always feel a little bad afterwards. He also likes using his metal hand to tease you with the coldness of it.

❀Loves giving you aftercare and uses his bio-light if you're feeling drained. Gives you kisses everywhere and fills a bath with rose petals and candles.

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a/n: omg I love them so much eeee

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cyborgkenny · 22 days

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genji doodle from like two days ago lol

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wildissylupus · 9 months

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I don't care what you think, I like to believe Genji took this photo. All four of them were friends during the golden years and I will die on this hill. Also him taking a photo but not wanting to be in the photo makes sense for his character at the time.

Another thing, all four of them still have this photo, not just Pharah.

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sockcatt · 10 days

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found this template on pintrest and wanted to do it with ow :D, rlly happy with how genji and tracer turned out not rlly happy with the rest but ive re done them way to many times and wanna move on to drawing something diff now so i think its good enough 😭

#fanart #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch fanart #zenyatta fanart #zenyatta #zenyatta tekhartha #soldier 76 #genji overwatch #genji shimada #genji ow #mei overwatch #tracer overwatch #lynx overwatch

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genjispeace · 2 months

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Perfect - Genji X Reader

tags: genji x gender neutral afab reader, insecure reader, virgin reader, body issues and insecurities, mirror sex, unprotected sex, praise

a/n: this is very uhm self-indulgent :) i hope you enjoy it as much as i do

tw: this deals with insecurities including body issues (primarily with one's stomach), so please keep that in mind while reading it. take care of yourselves

You suck in a deep breath before your knuckles rasp against Genji’s bedroom door. Part of you feels bad for bothering him this late, but you really don’t have any other choice. You can’t get the zipper on your dress pulled up all the way, and it’s too late to try to figure out another outfit. Granted, you are probably overthinking all of this, but it is not often that you are asked on a date.

The door swings open in front of you, and Genji’s eyes widen when he sees you there. His eyes track up and down your body, his dark eyebrows raising. It’s probably strange to see you all dressed up like this, especially considering you’re usually in jeans around him.

“Can you help me?” You ask, and you know you sound desperate. Genji just steps to the side and lets you walk in, before closing the door behind you.

“You okay?” His voice is slightly muffled from the cloth mask he has on, but he still sounds more confident than you.

“No…well, yes. I mean,” you try to speak, but the words get jumbled in your mouth. Are you going to be late? What if this outfit is bad? What if you say something stupid?

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice Genji getting closer until his hand is resting on your shoulder. He squeezes it slightly, and the pinch brings your mind back to the present.

“Relax, Sunshine,” Genji says, his nickname for you already calming your nerves. He’s called you that since the first day you transferred to Overwatch. It’s been a while now, and he still won’t tell you why he calls you that. “Breathe, in and out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“I have a date,” you say after a deep breath. Genji’s hand twitches on your shoulder. “And I can’t get my dress zipped.”

Genji’s hand slides off of your shoulder and his eyes level with you. The dim lighting in his bedroom makes it hard to tell, but he looks like he may be furrowing his eyebrows.

“Who is your date?” Genji asks, his voice sharpened to a sudden edge.

“Cassidy,” you say softly.

“Turn around,” is all Genji responds with. You nod, turning until your back is to him. You feel his hands ghost along your back, and you have to fight a shudder at the feeling. You haven’t talked about it a lot, but you are painfully inexperienced in anything physical. It’s another thing that you’re nervous about, especially if this date goes in that direction.

“You’re doing it again,” Genji says.

“Huh?”

“Thinking too much. You always chew on your lower lip when you’re thinking too much,” he says. Your eyes snap up and realize how he saw you doing that. You’re both standing in front of a mirror, and the second you look up, his eyes lock onto yours.

“It’s not my fault. I’m nervous.” You pull at the ends of your dress. Maybe it’s just to occupy your hands, or maybe it’s because Genji is looking at you with something you can’t name.

“It’s zipped,” Genji says, and you find yourself turning to face him. He looks down at you, his dark eyes warm. “What do you have to be nervous about?”

“I don’t date often. What if he hates me? Or hates my body? What if he thinks I’m ugly or something? I-”

“I’ll kill him.” Genji’s voice is stern, and you frown. Surely he’s joking, right?

“I’m being serious, Genji,” you say. You wish you could see under his mask.

“You think I’m not?” He says, but before you can respond, he adds “You look amazing.”

“Genji-” you start to thank him, but he cuts you off.

“Better get going. You don’t want to leave the cowboy waiting, do you?”

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The date didn’t go horribly, but you wouldn’t say that it went well. You like Cassidy, but there’s just not a spark there. He seemed to pick up on the same thing and was nice about it, but a part of you can’t help but feel the sting of rejection. Maybe it’s your insecurities showing, but it hurts when things don’t work out. It’s almost like you feel unwanted, ugly, anywhere. You can’t help but laugh at yourself as you walk back to your room. It’s a bitter laugh, one you choke out to keep from crying.

“Hey, Sunshine,” a voice calls to you. You look up, seeing Genji standing in his bedroom doorway. You almost forgot you have to walk past his room to get to yours. Though, he shouldn’t have been able to hear you coming, so why is he just standing there? “Hi, Genji,” you whisper, but hide your face quickly. He knows you too well, and you’re sure he could tell how upset you are based on your face.

“I’m not going to let you go to your room and cry yourself to sleep, so you might as well come here now,” Genji says. You take a deep breath. You know he’s serious. Too many times has he followed a crying you to your room to sit outside until you let him in. He’s stubborn, you’ll give him that. You cross your arms and turn, stomping past him and into his room.

You plop onto his armchair, keeping your arms crossed. A tear slides out and you wipe it away quickly. He closes the door and turns around to face you.

“I have my blades sharpened. Just say the word,” Genji says, and you snort.

“Shut up,” you say through a sniffle.

“Tell me what happened.” Genji sits down on the edge of his bed.

“Nothing happened. That’s the problem!” You blurt out. “Nothing ever happens.”

You stand up quickly, crossing the room to hide your face from Genji. You hate people seeing you cry, even if Genji has already seen it before.

“I don’t feel good enough for anybody… I feel too ugly, too annoying, too loud, too everything,” you sniffle out.

“Ugly?” Genji says from behind you.

“I mean, for fuck’s sake, I haven’t even had my first kiss yet. Do you know how pathetic that feels? To not be wanted?” You say. You know he doesn’t. Genji is attractive now, but before the accident he was like a god.

“Don’t talk like that,” Genji says. You just shake your head.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper out, wiping your face dry.

“Look at me,” Genji says. His voice sounds closer, and you turn around to see him standing next to you. You smile at him, but you know it looks pained. He reaches up and his thumb swipes away another tear.

“I want you,” he says softly. Your mouth opens, but no words come out at first. He continues to cup your cheek, and you lean into his touch.

“You-what?” Are the only words that manage to come out. He tilts your head up and forces your eyes to lock.

“I. Want. You.”

“Genji, don’t-” you start. Fear rolls around in your heart, and your insecurities are yelling in your ear that he’s lying.

“I do. Fuck, I could kiss every part of you,” he says. You keep searching what you can see of his face, but nothing shows that he’s joking. You’d be lying if you said that you never thought about Genji in that way. You’ve had feelings for him for a while now, but you always thought he would never feel the same.

“Prove it,” is all you can say. The words barely get out of your mouth before Genji is yanking his mask off and pressing against you. His hands softly cup your face and his lips gently press against yours. Part of you reacts in shock, not expecting him to be serious, but most of you reacts in contentment. His lips are soft and warm against yours, and the feeling is unlike anything you have ever felt before. You melt under his touch, and he backs you up against the wall. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and your mouth opens for him. One of his hands trails down your body, latching onto your hip and digging his fingers in. You let out a soft moan that Genji swallows, and when you bite onto his bottom lip, he pulls away. You whimper in his absence, and his chest heaves as he stares at you.

“Genji?” You say. He runs a hand through his dark hair as his chest heaves.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are, how wanted you are,” his voice is soft, almost pleading. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can barely speak at all.

“Please,” is all you can say, but it’s all Genji needed to hear. He moves so fast that your brain can barely keep up, but he quickly has you pulled into his lap on the ground. You’re facing away from him, and confusion starts to take over. His lips press against your neck, pressing soft kisses into the skin there.

“I’m going to show you just how wanted you are, and you’re going to watch yourself until you like the way you look,” he growls against your skin. You shudder when you look up and see the same mirror in front of you. It’s a big mirror, reaching all the way down to the floor. You can see your whole body in it, as well as Genji’s entire body behind you, who is leaning his back against the bed. He starts to unzip your dress, and you can feel his hands ghosting over your skin.

He slides the straps off of your shoulders, and pulls the dress slowly down until your chest is bare. He watches his movements in the mirror, his eyes latching onto your breasts. Your nipples harden and a chill shows on your skin.

“Lift your hips for me, Sunshine,” he says. You obey without question, and he pushes your dress down and you shimmy out of it the rest of the way. Your insecurities start to rear their ugly heads, and you try to cover your stomach with your arms.

“I will pin you down if I have to,” Genji warns. You shudder in his arms. “You have no reason to hide yourself from me. You’re so fucking beautiful, like the gods created you with perfection in mind.”

A dusting of blush appears on your cheeks at his words, but more so at the way he’s looking at you in the mirror. His eyes are dark, glowing, hungry. He’s looking at you like he’s starving and he wants to devour you. Your eyes lock in the mirror, and a sickly sweet smile appears on his face.

“Don’t take your eyes off the mirror,” he says. You nod an understanding. Your eyes stay locked with his even as his right hand trails down your body and straight to your core. He doesn’t waste any time, and immediately dips his hand under your underwear. His fingers circle your clit softly, and your nerves feel like they’re on fire from just that touch. A soft moan escapes, and he takes it as a confirmation to keep going. His fingers pick up the pace, softly working your clit in circles. When he reaches lower and dips two fingers into you, your head falls back onto his shoulder. He stops moving his hand, and uses his free one to grab your jaw and force you to look back at the mirror. A soft whine escapes your throat, and you can see him smile in the mirror.

“It’s okay, Sunshine. You can do it,” he says, softly gripping your face. The command is clear: don’t look away. You follow his orders and keep staring at the mirror. A soft gasp escapes when Genji pulls a knife out of his belt loop and slices your underwear away with it. Part of you feels like you should be scared. You’re completely bare, vulnerable, and he’s fully clothed and can see everything. Nobody has ever seen you like this before.

“Stop thinking, just feel,” Genji says, and his hand dips back to your core. He keeps working your clit, and when his other hand wraps around your neck, you can’t help the moans that come out. He’s not holding your neck roughly, but it’s enough to keep you in control, under his command. He moves his fingers faster and you start to feel an orgasm building in your core.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking perfect,” Genji growls. “Come for me, Sunshine.”

Genji’s words are all it takes to push you over the edge. You moan out his name softly as your orgasm rushes through you. He keeps going, unforgiving in his movements. Your head almost falls back, but Genji holds you in place. Your body shakes, and you pant softly. You’ve given yourself orgasms before, of course, but it doesn’t even compare.

“I’m not done with you,” Genji says. You smile softly, and he catches it in the mirror. “Insatiable, are you?”

“Maybe,” you whisper. Genji shifts you slightly, just enough for him to pull his jeans and boxers down. He pulls you back onto his lap, and you feel his hardness pressing against your back.

“See what you do to me? And you think you’re unwanted,” he tsks, but his voice takes on a more serious tone. “I know you’re a virgin, so we can go slow. You’ll be on top, so you can be in control, okay?”

“You want me to-” You start to say, your eyes widening in the mirror.

“To ride me? Yes, if you want to,” Genji says.

“I do,” you say. Genji smiles in the mirror, his hands moving to your hips. It’s a bit tricky getting in the right position like this, but Genji is so patient with you. You try to turn, but he insists on staying to face the mirror. Once you’re lined up, you start to sink slowly onto his cock. His gaze stays on the mirror, but his eyes flick down to where you’re slowly taking him in.

“You take me so fucking well, Sunshine,” he says through a grunt. The praise makes you flush, and you keep taking each inch. He’s not small, that’s for sure. The stretch stings in a way that feels better than any toy ever has. When you’ve finally taken every inch, you look up at him in the mirror and see sweat dropping along his forehead. His hands grip your hips, where you know you’ll have bruises in the morning, and he guides you up and down slowly.

“Fuck,” you say. Your brain catches the way your stomach bounces as you ride him, and normally that is the kind of thing that would bring you to tears, but the way Genji is looking at you, the way he’s touching you, it’s more than enough to quiet those insecurities.

“So fucking perfect,” Genji says, pressing his lips against your neck. You ride him slowly, and sloppily, but he seems to be perfectly content in it. He starts to match your riding with his own thrusts, and each of them get you closer to the edge. He wraps his arms around you, holding your back against him as you start to fall apart again. One of his hands pinches your nipple as he’s holding you, and it’s enough for you to fall apart on him. You clench around his cock, screaming out his name as your orgasm rocks through your body. You whimper as he thrusts his hips a few more times, and when his legs start to tense under you, you know he’s about to come. You look up in the mirror, locking eyes with him. His head drops against your shoulder as his orgasm takes over, his soft hair tickling your bare skin. You reach to his hand, intertwining your fingers together.

He takes a few minutes to recover, but he eventually helps the two of you to stand. You both go into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” He says.

“Mhm,” you reply sleepily. All your energy, all your worries, all your insecurities, are gone now.

“Worn out, Sunshine?” He says with a chuckle as he leads you under the water.

“It’s your fault,” you say. You hear him stripping the rest of his clothes before he steps into the shower with you.

“Guilty,” he says. He grabs his body soap and starts to lather it into your skin. You can’t help the flinch that you do when he reaches your stomach. He looks up at you, then kisses you on the forehead.

“Your stomach is perfect, Sunshine,” he says. You smile softly, and you know you look like you’re hopelessly in love with him right now. You kinda are, honestly.

“You ever gonna tell me where that name came from?”

“You always smile, your eyes are always bright, like a ray of sunshine,” he says softly. Your heart warms at his honesty. He really does like you, and you like him. You both want each other.

“Genji…can we do this? Like…can we try dating?” You say softly, the water from the shower head beating against your back. He freezes, and your heart stops for a split second. What if he’s about to reject you? You almost take your lip in between your teeth, but his words stop you.

“I’d love to,” he says. He presses another soft kiss against your lips before he finishes getting you cleaned up. You eventually end up in his bed, cuddling while naked, which is something you didn’t think you would ever be able to do. Your insecurities have no room between you and Genji.

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