#blackwatch x reader

[leorawright]

blackwatch reyes and blackwatch cassidy with an s/o who is constantly hospitalized?

Angsty (I made this because they have some illness okay?)

Blackwatch with s/o who is constantly hospitalized

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper)

He's extremely busy as the leader of Blackwatch

But no matter what he makes time to go visit you when you're in the hospital

He hates thinking that you're there alone so the second he gets the chance he goes to visit you

Sometimes you don't seem him during the day but when you wake up he's asleep in the chair next to your bed

Cassidy

Somedays if you offhand mention you're lonely being in the hospital all day he'll sneak away from work to visit you

He also brings you tons of flowers and little trinkets to spice up your hospital room

Cassidy also never makes you feel bad for being in the hospital

On the rare occasion you're allowed to leave Cassidy takes you to all sorts of pretty places so you still feel like you're a part of things

[my-ultimate-is-ready]

Heeey <333 I saw you reblogged some prompts so I'm here to ask for beefboy Gabe "“Wanna dance?”

You should have known when that guy with the tray of hors d’oeuvres who looked suspiciously like Cole Cassidy tripped into your vision.

With Gabriel Reyes making an entrance, there’s no denying that Blackwatch is here for you. It’s not even that you’ve done anything exceptionally terrible, there are plenty of worse figures all about the room, but their existence here doesn’t change the fact that you are tonight’s target. And while you’re as undercover as the commander, a presence not easily hidden, you’ve already been given away. Perhaps by a certain waiter who smelt like cigar smoke.

“We’ve got to stop running into each other like this,” you say as Reyes stands before you, already plotting an escape plan. There are numerous potential exits, but none seem viable when he’s as close as he is. His bulk and speed are inescapable—well, nearly.

“Well, maybe stop being so obvious,” he says with his casual quality, like an old friend. Even when he has every right to be hostile, he isn’t. Doesn’t need to be. “Unless you’re purposely trying to run into me.”

“I bet you’d like that, Reyes.”

“Maybe I would. You are the one that got away.”

“You make it sound like it only happened once.”

Tonight would mark the third attempt. Even when he could have before when it would have made the most sense to, he refused to raise a shotgun at you, and much is the same now. 

Besides, you won’t fight; you’ll run.

You’re very good at that.

“I’d like it if you let me apprehend you this time,” he says in his offhand way.

The commander is too likable for his own good. 

“Wanna do me a favour and look the other way? What I did was barely Illegal. Immoral, maybe, but no one is perfect.” Lifting a flute of champagne to your lips, you survey him over the rim. “Besides, what’s your plan here? You’ll blow your cover the second you put your hands on me in front of everyone.”

“You’re right. Seeing how Cole nearly blew our cover the second we got here, I’d prefer not making another spectacle,” he says, taking your glass and setting it on a passing waiter’s tray who just happens to cut between you at just the right moment. You catch the scent of cigar smoke again. “I’ve got a better idea… Wanna dance?”

It’s not a suggestion.

As if you’re his willing partner, he snatches you up and leads you to the heavily-peopled dancefloor. His strength affords him to effortlessly maneuver and direct you through a charade of a dance until you break through to the other side of the room, clear out to the veranda and into the night. 

Despite the fact that you know he is leading you to your capture, you admire his inventive method. The Commander Reyes doesn’t put you into a headlock. He merely whisks you off your feet.

Lucky you.

“And where are we going now?” You ask once it’s clear that he isn’t about to let you lose for love or money. You see it in his face when you look up over your shoulder.

“What? Upset we can’t dance more?” He continues moving with that straight-ahead look of someone who refuses to be distracted. “Maybe, if you cooperate, we can have another go at HQ. Just don’t make me do all the work next time.”

An endearing plan, if there was any veracity in the offer—but you had something else in mind.

“You clean up nice,” you say—a genuine compliment.

“Flattery? Suspect. You must want something from me.”

“Just curious if you’re still armed.”

“Real cute of you to think I’d set out on a mission without firepower, even if I don’t think I’ll need it.” He sneers. “You wouldn’t be asking because you’re looking for a fight now, would you?”

“I’m smarter than that.”

“Unfortunately, I know.”

Still, you refocus and press again, “You’ve really got everything on under this suit?”

For this comment, you receive a quick itemizing look. “You ask everyone what they’re wearing under their clothes?” 

“Only when it benefits me,” you admit, slipping a finger along his belt from how he holds you and forces you to continue your forward march. Keeping the pressure lighter than light, your hand wanders. “Smoke grenades, too?”

In the last few seconds, before you find and release the pin, you see his face transform with understanding before the two of you are enveloped by white phosphorus. 

The one that got away is no hyperbole.

[froggibus]

Just The Three Of Us - Cassidy x Reader x Genji

Pairing: Genji Shimada x F!reader x Cole Cassidy

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: after finding out you’re a virgin, Cassidy and Genji set out to change that

CW: porn w plot, virgin! reader, threesome, Blackwatch! Genji, Blackwatch! Cassidy, oral (f! receiving), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple play, multiple creampies, unprotected sex (make good choices lol), face fucking, overstimulation, cum stuffing, marking (??), slight dubcon??, alcohol use

happy 69 guys!! this was originally gonna be a dom! Widow w predator/prey vibes but i honestly couldn’t finish writing it lmao. i like this one a lot better tho and what could be better than the blackwatch sandwich? hope you guys enjoy <3

“Oh, c’mon,” you take a sip of your drink, the alcohol burning your throat. “You guys really think you have more game than me?”

Genji shakes his head and laughs, leaning across the bar table that the three of you are sitting at. The bar isn’t busy, but that’s to be expected of a Sunday night. Aside from a few older men and some rowdy college kids, you, Cass and Genji are the only ones in there. 

Cassidy stretches his arms across the top of the booth, his hand falling just above your shoulder. “Hey, I got game!”

“You grew up with Reyes in an Overwatch facility—you’re practically a shut in.”

The cowboy rolls his eyes, feigning offence at your comment. He adjusts his arms, fingertips brushing your arms. You shiver under his touch, electricity coursing through you. 

“And me?” Genji asks, dark eyes meeting yours. There’s a glint of mischief behind them that makes your heart beat faster. 

“You…” You narrow your eyes at him as if deep in thought, “I could see you having game back in the day.”

“But not now?”

You take another sip of your drink. “Nope.”

Cassidy laughs, “well you ain’t got much game either, y/n. I can’t remember the last time you brought someone home with you.”

You glare at the cowboy, only turning your gaze away when Genji says: “he has a point.”

“If I wanted to take someone home with me, I would.”

“I’m sensing a but,” Genji says. 

“I don’t think you sense any butts.”

Cassidy howls in laughter, slapping his hands on the table. Genji rolls his eyes at you and takes a sip of his sake. 

“I have my eyes on someone,” you shrug. 

More like someones. The truth is, you haven’t had any time to date, much less have sex. And when you were given the time, there were a few coworkers who you couldn’t stop thinking about. Specifically the ones in front of you. Still, you’d never admit it. If Cassidy found out you had never had sex, you would never hear the end of it. 

Cass leans closer, whiskey on his breath. He wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Oh yeah? And who might that be?”

“None of your business,” you shrug him off. 

A waitress comes by and asks if you want another round of drinks. You order your usual, tapping your fingers on the table to the beat of an old rock song playing over the bar speakers. 

You can’t help but notice the way Cassidy’s eyes fix on the sway of her hips as she walks away. There’s a pang in your chest at the sight. 

The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them. “I bet you couldn’t get a girl in bed tonight if you tried.”

“I’ll have you know, I’ve gotten plenty of women in my bed.”

Genji laughs, “yeah? Have you kept track?”

“Nine.”

You fake gag at the cowboy’s words. Typical men keeping track of their scores. Your eyes meet Genji’s and a burning question forms in your mind. “What about you?”

“When I was younger? Too many,” he admits. 

You try not to let the bitter taste of disappointment seep into your mouth. Of course they’ve both had sex with other people, you’re the weird one for being an adult virgin. 

“Not so snarky now, are we?” Cass teases, “are you counting them in your head right now?”

You’re no longer in a joking mood, standing up and slipping on your jacket. “I’m tired, I’m gonna head back to the hotel. I’ll talk to you guys in the morning, ‘kay?”

You don’t let them speak before grabbing your purse and heading out of the bar door. It’s cold outside, but the alcohol in your veins makes it seem much warmer. There’s a slight drizzle, the cold rain running down your cheeks and nose. 

Luckily, the hotel you’re all staying at is right across the street. It was almost tradition for the three of you to stick around one extra night after a Blackwatch mission, getting drinks and sightseeing before you have to go back to work. It’s kept you sane all these years, but it’s only fueled the feelings you’ve harboured to the other agents. 

You step into your hotel room and immediately drop your purse to the floor and slam your keycard onto the dresser. Your feet ache when you take them out of your shoes, and you’re all too happy to lay in your bed and watch television. 

You browse for something to watch, anything to take your mind off of the aching in your chest and the bitterness on your tongue. You decide on an old movie about fighter pilots, something Reyes probably would have made you watch. 

You change out of your day clothes, pulling your phone out of your pocket and setting it on your night stand. You exchange your tight pants for pyjama ones and your shirt for a baggy Overwatch shirt that got mixed up in your laundry ages ago. 

You settle into bed, watching the movie and ignoring your phone lighting up every few minutes. 

—

Genji sighs when he calls you for the fifth time, slamming his phone down on the table. “Still no answer.”

“I must’ve really struck a nerve,” Cass says bitterly. “I don't even know why.”

“We’re thinking about this all wrong. Y/n got upset when we brought up past partners so…she’s either ashamed of hers or—“

Cassidy finishes his thought with wide eyes, “or she’s never had any.”

Suddenly everything clicks into place. The overcompensating, the snark to your tone as soon as the subject was brought up. You’d never introduced a partner to them, you’ve never even brought someone to the Overwatch holiday party. 

Genji feels stupid for never realising it before. 

But with their realisation of your lack of partners came another one.  The way you subtly glanced at Genji when you said you had your eyes on someone. Was he the reason? 

“I-I need to go talk to her,” Genji is on his feet before he’s finished speaking, pulling his hoodie over his shoulders. 

“Woah, slow down there. Don’t you mean we need to go talk to her?”

“I think,” he takes a deep breath, “I think she was talking about me when she said she has her eyes on someone.”

Cassidy laughs. “That saké of yours must have really gone to your head. She clearly meant me when she said it.”

It’s the ninja’s turn to stare in disbelief. Classic Cassidy, he thinks, to assume every woman in the world loves him. Still, he can’t help but wonder if he’s imagining it all. If the alcohol really has gone to his head and amplified the feelings he harbours for you, turning it into something it’s not. 

“Okay,” Genji keeps his tone even. “We’ll both go.”

“Okay.”

Despite their words agreeing, their views don’t, and everyone in the bar can feel the tension between them. Even while they walk across the street, frustration radiates around them. 

Cassidy is the one who knocks on your door, gently shoving Genji out of the way so that he’s centred in the doorframe. Genji sighs at his colleague’s antics, nudging him ever so slightly so that he’s standing by his side. 

You open the door in your pyjamas, raising an eyebrow at the pair. “Can I help you?”

“Y/n—,” Genji’s voice is gentle. 

“We know you’re a virgin.”

Genji steps on the cowboys steel toes, punishing him for his brazenness. Your eyes widen at his words and you find yourself taking a step back from them. 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, y/n,” Genji steps into your hotel room, shoving past Cassidy. 

“I-I’m not ashamed,” your face is burning. 

Cassidy steps in next to Genji, letting the door close behind him. “Then why’s your face so red, hm?”

“It’s just—really hot here and I’m tired and you guys should go!”

Genji places a hand on your waist. “Y/n, it’s just us, you don’t have to be afraid.”

“That’s exactly why I’m afraid.”

They speak at the same time, “because you like me?”

You’re practically on fire now. Your head is spinning so fast you can’t tell what way is up, and you’re sure your knees will buckle at any moment. You blink a few times, shrinking under their gazes. Your heart speeds up and suddenly you’re pitching forwards. 

“Woah, cowgirl!” 

Genji, quick as always, moves his arm around your waist and catches you before you can even fall. He snakes his other arm under your legs and carries you to the bed, sitting you at the edge. 

You put your head in your hands. “I never wanted you guys to find out.”

“It’s okay to feel this way,” Genji pulls a hand from your face. 

Cassidy copies the cyborg but his touch is far less gentle. “We’re not gonna judge you.”

“It’s not!” You take a deep breath, almost choking on your words, “it’s not right for me to want both of you.”

Silence falls over the room. You sit there and wallow in your shame, too scared to breathe too deeply or move your hands out of theirs. You just want them to forget you’re there for a while. 

Genji glances at Cassidy over your head. The cowboy cocks an eyebrow and smirks slightly, and the cyborg blushes at what he knows he’s thinking. 

Cassidy’s metal hand moves from your hand to your jaw, tilting your head so that you’re forced to look at him. 

“What are you—,”

You’re cut off when his warm lips smash against yours. His touch immediately rekindles the fire inside of you, butterflies erupting in your stomach. He pulls away with a smirk, leaving you breathless. 

You don’t have time to properly process the kiss before Genji’s hand is on the back of your neck, turning your head to him and guiding your face towards his. He leans in, pressing his soft lips to yours. You melt into his touch, burning up beneath his fingers. 

You’re left wide eyed and gasping for air when he pulls away. “I don’t…I don’t understand…”

“Sh,” Cassidy places a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down, “let us take care of you, okay?”

“But—,”

Genji shuts you up by pressing his lips to yours again, slipping his tongue into yours this time. You don’t fight back, desperate to have him. You can taste the alcohol on his breath but it only makes you want more. His hand reaches up to tangle in your hair, pushing you closer to him. 

Cassidy moves his hand farther up your thigh, brushing his knuckles against your throbbing core. You clench your legs around his hand, desperate for any sort of friction. 

“So needy,” he teases, moving his hand beneath the hem of your shirt. “Be patient, darling.”

You whine against Genji’s mouth, making the cyborg pull away. He gives you a lopsided grin, his cheeks just as pink as yours surely are. 

Cassidy tugs your shirt over your head, grinning when he sees you’re not in a bra. You expect him to make a comment, but he’s too busy staring at your bare chest. You glance at Genji only to realize he’s doing the same. Their eyes on you makes you self conscious and you find yourself moving to cover up. 

Cassidy catches your wrists in his hands. “Not so fast,” he tuts, and moves in to kiss you. 

You relax against him but only for a second before you feel Genji’s lips on your neck. His touch is gentle but with just enough pressure to make you whine and sent electricity down to your core. His teeth graze your collarbone and you moan into Cassidy’s mouth. 

The cyborg smiles against your skin, dead set on making you moan again. He kisses down your chest, kissing around your nipple before finally attaching his lips to it. 

You squirm, arching your back and moaning against Cassidy’s mouth. “G-genji,” a trail of saliva leaks from the side of your mouth as Cass pulls away. 

“So pretty,” he mumbles into your tit, teeth grazing your nipple as he speaks. 

You whimper, grinding your hips against the bed. Cassidy knows just what you need, and slips his knee between your legs before moving his lips to your other tit. 

You cry out at his added touch, grinding your wet pussy against Cassidy’s thigh. 

“Fuck,” he groans. “She’s so wet I can feel it through my jeans.”

Genji looks up at you, letting your nipple fall from his mouth. “You like this, baby?”

You can only nod, both boys chuckling at your dishevelled state. They can’t help but admire how cute you look with your rosy cheeks and messy hair and the drool around your mouth. 

Genji moves up to kiss you again while Cass slips down your pants. He’s pleased when he sees how soaked your panties are and quickly tugs them off of your legs. Your bare, glistening pussy greets him and he moans at the sight. 

So tight, it’s not hard to remember that no one’s ever touched you before. He rubs one of his fingers up your slit, poking your clit ever so slightly. You immediately react to his touch, whining and thrusting your hips forwards. More juices gush from you. 

“God, she’s so wet Gen,” he moans. “You gotta take a look at this.”

The ninja pulls back, staring at your perfect little pussy with his jaw dropped. His jeans suddenly feel too tight and all he wants is to bury his length inside of you.

Cassidy rubs his thumb across your clit. “Does that feel good, darling?”

You bite your lip and throw your head back, nodding furiously. Genji lays next to you, wrapping an arm around your thigh to pull it apart from your other one and open them up for the cowboy. His lips connect with your neck once more. 

Cassidy dips a finger into your dripping pussy, sinking right in. He groans at how well you take him, and slowly moves it in and out of you. He moves his other hand to play with your clit, pinching and twisting it in tune with your whines. 

He slips another finger in, stretching you out around him. He pushes them all the way up to the hilt, curling them inside of you. You whine, arching your back and trying to close your legs around his hand to get more, but Genji’s grip is too tight. 

“Patience,” he mumbles into your neck. 

You can feel his hard cock rubbing against your hip, the cyborg desperate for more friction. You rub your hand up his thigh and over the bulge, shuddering at how hard it feels. 

Genji shivers under your touch, opening his mouth to ask what you’re doing and closing it as soon as you unzip his pants. He helps you tug them down until they pool around his ankles. 

Your mouth practically waters at the outline of his cock through his boxers and you reach up to trace your fingers across it. Genji whines, propping himself up on his knees to give you better access. 

You slip your hand into his waistband and grip his length, slowly dragging your hand up and down his dick. He thrusts against your hand, desperate for more. You tug his boxers all of the way down, letting his cock spring free. It looks a lot bigger than it did in his pants, and the sight makes you clench your thighs. 

You spit into your hand and rub your saliva up his shaft, getting him nice and wet so you can rub your hand up and down it. Genji is mesmerised by you jerking him off, and he wants more. 

You wet your lips, getting ready to take him into your mouth. Before you can, you feel Cass start to suck on your clit while he adds an extra finger. You moan loudly, Genji taking this as an opportunity to push his cock into your mouth. 

His salty taste overwhelms you and you find yourself pushing your head down to take more. He wraps his fingers in your hair and holds it back, using it to guide you up and down. 

Cass continues his assault on your pussy, lapping the juices that gush from your hole with every thrust of his fingers. Your poor, swollen clit being sucked and licked at with no end in sight. 

You moan around Genji’s length, forcing yourself to take more of him. The cyborg can’t help but thrust into your mouth, forcing even more of his cock into your throat. You gag around it and the sounds make him moan even more. 

There’s a knot building in your stomach and you know you won’t last much longer. You grind your pussy against Cassidy’s face, desperate for more. The cowboy gladly gives it to you—fucking his fingers into you even faster than before. 

Your whines grow more and more desperate, drool leaking out at the space between Genji’s cock and your mouth. The cyborg watches as it drips down your chin and onto the peaks of your tits and wishes it was his cum coating you instead. 

Cassidy curls his fingers inside of you and you come undone. Your body tenses, your eyes roll back. Genji let’s his cock fall from your mouth, watching you with loving eyes as you cum on Cassidy’s face. 

Cassidy takes every drop of cum that you give him, lapping up your juices as they coat his chin and lips. He pulls back with a smirk, moving in to kiss you. You whine at the taste of yourself on his lips. 

“Now that you’re nice and stretched out,” he says, “why don’t you let Genji fuck that sweet pussy?”

You nod vigorously, your pussy already drenched at the thought. Genji shifts so he’s kneeling between your thighs, the head of his cock rubbing against your clit. His length is already glistening with your spit, but he collects your juices on his cock just in case. 

Genji locks eyes with you. “Are you sure?”

“Y-yeah.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He sinks the head of his cock inside of you, and the stretch makes you whine. It’s slightly painful but the fullness it brings is the best thing you’ve ever felt. 

You tug Cassidy in for another kiss, using his lips to distract yourself from the sting of Genji’s cock bottoming out inside of you. He stays still once he’s all the way inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. 

You pull away from Cass to whimper a quick, “move, please.”

Genji can do nothing but oblige. He slowly pulls out before pushing back into you slowly, trying to keep his pace gentle and even while you get used to it. You can feel the throbbing of his cock inside of you and it only makes you whine and thrust your hips against him. 

You’re so distracted with Genji that you don’t even notice that Cass has discarded his pants and has his hard cock in your face.

 He rubs his cock head across your lips, “how’s about putting that pretty little mouth of yours to good use?”

His cock is thicker than Genji’s, and you’re worried that you won’t be able to take it all. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, letting him slowly push his cock into your mouth. He has more of a taste than Genji and you find yourself savouring it. 

Genji picks up the pace as if to remind you that he’s still there, smashing his hips against yours with every thrust. You suck harder on Cassidy’s cock, your moans catching in your throat and vibrating against his length. You can tell he’s holding back, but you don’t know why. 

Genji flicks his thumb across your clit, and your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy clenches around his cock and he’s sent over the edge with you, your tight pussy milking his cock for all its worth. You can’t help but whine at the feeling of his hot cum inside of you, filling you up all the way. 

He pulls out at the same time as Cassidy, forcing a gasp from your lips. Cum pools between your legs, dripping down your thighs and Genji’s cock. 

“How was that?” Genji asks. 

“S-so good.”

You can barely speak, the overstimulation washing over you in waves and practically drowning you. Genji laughs at the fucked out expression on your face, laying down next to you and pulling you so your back is on his chest. 

You don’t realize what’s happening until Cassidy is between your legs. “Think you can do one more?” 

You nod, the idea of being fucked full of both of their cum too good to pass up. 

Genji kisses your cheek, “that’s our girl.”

Cassidy pushes inside of you slowly, your saliva and Genji’s cum acting as a lubricant. The stretch stings slightly, but it goes away quickly. Cassidy bottoms out inside of you quickly, making you cry out when the tip of his cock brushes against your cervix. 

“C-Cass!”

He pulls out and slams back inside of you, making you squeal at the friction. Genji plants kisses up your neck and shoulders to calm you down, his fingers working at your nipples. 

Cassidy leans against you, pushing your thighs up against your tummy in a mating press. He’s desperate, fucking into you so fast and so hard you can barely keep track. Your head is dizzy from your orgasms and everything is so hot and so sensitive. 

With the way the cowboy is fucking you like you’re his last and the way Genji is toying with your nipples, you know you won’t last much longer. Based on the way Cassidy’s cock is twitching instead of you, you know he won’t either. 

Genji pinches your nipples and Cassidy slams his hips against yours again and you come undone. Tears leak from your eyes as your pussy gushes out around his cock, your whole body spasming. Genji holds you tightly through your orgasm, rubbing your shoulders and whispering reassurance in your ear. 

Cassidy cums right after you do, thrusting into you one last time to get his cock as deep as possible. Hot cum floods inside of you, mixing with Genji’s and filling you up completely. He continues fucking into you through your orgasm, waiting to pull out until all of his cum has been fucked into you. 

When he pulls out, their cum gushes out of you, dripping down your thighs. He gathers it on his finger and pushing it back inside of you, laughing at the way you squirm from his touch. 

He pulls his finger out and slips it into your mouth, letting you suck off the mixture of your cum, his cum and Genji’s cum. The taste barely registers, your senses dull in your fucked out state. 

Cassidy plants a kiss to your forehead, smoothing your sweaty hair back. “Such a good girl.”

“Our good girl,” Genji adds. 

[genjispeace]

Hate Me Sweetly - Genji X Reader

In which Genji and the reader get trapped in a closet together. The two tend to bicker on missions, and tensions rise in a small space.

tags: long, like seriously buckle in for this one, AFAB reader (mostly gender neutral but Genji does say good girl once), enemies-ish to lovers, I never really hated you, unprotected sex, rough sex, vulgar language, low-key a slow burn (they kissed on page 8 on my writing program), filthy but also sweet and soft (they're in loooooove)

side note: there is a moment in this where a man is threatening the reader. nothing ends up happening, but it felt like I needed to say that.

a/n: whew...hope this one was worth the wait. I am still sick, so it may not be my greatest, but I think this is actually my personal favorite of all i've posted hehehe hope you all enjoy it as much as I do <3

You hold your breath as you walk past one of the guards. He nods at you and you return a shy smile, hiding the majority of your face in your fake maid’s outfit. Being the only person at Overwatch that wasn’t often in the public eye, you’re usually the only option when it comes to sneaking anywhere. Like now, you are sneaking into a small side base that Talon has, hoping that you can retrieve data off one of their servers without making a scene. That sneaking, though, is often accompanied by disagreements from your team members. You have hardly any fighting experience compared to them, which means you are essentially being sent into a pit of vipers. You’re a gifted medic and fairly decent at working computers, but that’s where your experience stops.

“This isn’t a good idea,” a voice crackles over your in-ear device. Genji. He wasn’t a fan of this plan from the start, nor is he ever a fan of you sneaking into places. You grit your teeth and ignore him. He seems to doubt your capabilities in all situations, which grates on your nerves, especially considering how many times you have nursed his wounds and how many times you have successfully snuck in and out of places. You’re a valuable member of the team, which is something seemingly everybody except Genji can agree on. 

“Ignore him. We’ve got your back,” Cassidy’s southern drawl echoes in your ear. You know they do. They hacked into the security cameras and can watch your move, and they are close enough to break in if things go south. You have full faith that you are safe in their hands, even if Genji doesn’t want you there. 

The two men start to bicker through your in-ear and you tune it out easily. You make your way through the long hallways, your heels clacking on the tile floors. You pull at the hem of your dress, which was made to be a bit too short for your liking. It barely goes down past your butt, leaving the majority of your thighs bare. 

“Stop adjusting. You seem nervous,” Reyes’s voice says in your ear. You heave out a sigh as you look up at the camera in the corner of the hallway. A quick glance around you reveals that you’re alone, so you bite out a whisper back into your in-ear.

“I feel naked.” You really do. Not only are your legs nearly bare, but the outfit cuts low across your chest, leaving the top of your breasts visible. It’s cliche, offensive even, but apparently that is how Talon likes their staff dressed. 

“Darlin’, you look great,” Cassidy’s voice echoes again, and you roll your eyes. The two of you have been close friends for a while, so it’s not unlike him to jump at the first chance to tease you. You hear an annoyed sigh in your ear, which you think is from Genji. 

“Shut up, Cassidy. Now isn’t the time for you to stroke-” Genji starts to snap, but Reyes quickly cuts him off. 

“Enough. The security room should be at the end of that hallway on your left.”

You follow the instructions, carefully walking down the hallway. Your footsteps echo in the empty space, and you hate the way you start to shiver. You’re not cold, but the thought of it being nervousness makes you feel weak. You wrap your hand around the handle and start to turn it, Reyes telling you how to access the server in your ear. But, as soon as you push the door open, his voice fades away. 

A guard sits in the security room, leaning back in one of the chairs. Your breath hitches in your chest. This room is supposed to be empty. It is supposed to be an easy-in easy-out job. The room, full of different screens and computers, is bright and jarring, but the only thing catching your attention is the rifle that the guard has sitting on the ground next to him. He is facing away from you, and hasn’t seemed to notice you yet. Maybe you could grab the rifle from him, but what would you do after that? If you shot him, it would be too loud. No, you need a different approach for this one. 

“Get out of there,” Genji says in your ear. Of course he would want you away from it. He thinks you can’t handle just one guard. Maybe he’s right, but you want to prove him wrong. Maybe it’s that desire to make him eat his words that has your feet moving forward, crossing the large room until you’re standing next to the guard in his chair. 

He finally notices you, and you can feel his eyes on you as you bend over and reach for the trash can under the desk. When you hear him let out a low whistle, your skin starts to crawl. Could you knock him out with this? Your grip tightens on the plastic bin. No, not strong enough. Distract him long enough to sneak your flashdrive near the main computer?

“If he touches them, I’ll-” Genji’s voice crackles through the in-ear, but static starts to shriek over it. You flinch at the noise, but pretend to push hair out of your face so you can turn it off. 

“You’re new,” the guard says in a purr. You stand up, holding the small trash can in between you two, like some sort of barrier. He still sits in his chair, but he’s leaning forward now, his eyes tracing your face with intent. Once you’re standing, his eyes trace even lower and his gaze makes your skin crawl. 

“Yeah. Just started,” you mumble. You point at a balled up piece of paper on the other side of the large desk. You can’t get to it without him moving, and you really need to sell this maid act. “Can I get past you?”

“Be my guest,” he says, but barely inches his chair backward. You frown at first, then realize what he’s doing. You’ll have to push past him, practically be in his lap, to grab it. You start to snap something out, but then realize, if you do that and lean back against the desk, you should be able to reach the computer well enough to put your drive near it. It has to be within a few centimeters for around five minutes to get all of the data. Can you even hold out for that long?

You have to. Straightening your back, you place the bin on the ground and step in between the guard and the desk, reaching for that damned piece of paper. You finally grab it, but before you can retreat, the guard scoots his chair forward and pins you against the desk. His dark eyes are level with your breasts, and he seems to be taking advantage of that. You fight back every instinct in your body telling you to hit him and run. Instead, you use your hand that’s not holding the paper to reach into your pocket and pull out the drive. You place it softly behind you, praying that it is close enough. 

“Such a pretty thing. We don’t get many like you around here,” the guard coos, looking up at you. His eyes are dripping with evil and it has you shuddering under his glare. 

“Sorry, I-uh-I’m not-” you whisper out, trying to free yourself from the trap he has you in. He backs up just enough to stand up, but it also gives you enough space to get away, until his hand wraps around your arm. You wince at the feeling of his clammy fingers squeezing against your skin, then he turns you around and pushes you against the back wall. 

“You don’t get to come in here like that and not intend to do anything,” he barks out. His other hand has found its way to your hip, slowly inching upwards. 

“I’m just trying to do my job,” you say, hating the way that your voice shakes. You force your eyes shut. You don’t want to see how he is looking at you anymore. His hand keeps inching upwards, nearly cupping your breasts.

“Oh, you can do a job for me. How about-” he starts, but his voice shifts into a scream. Your eyes snap open and your heart plummets in your chest at the sight. Blood spurts out of what used to be his hand, the thick red liquid painting your dress and your chest. You cringe at the feeling of it, warm and sliding down in between your breasts. You finally snap out of your daze and you look up, where Genji stands a few feet away, his blade now dripping with blood. He moves so fast that neither you nor the guard can react, and the guard’s throat is quickly slit. His body slumps to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. 

“So much for subtlety,” Genji whispers, sheathing his blade behind him.

“I had that handled,” you say, but the way that your voice shakes says otherwise. Genji’s eyes widen at your words, and you wish you could see under the black mask to see the rest of his face.

“Bullshit. You-” 

“Got the data, didn’t I? I would have made it out,” you cut him off. Your fear and shock slowly starts to evolve into frustration. You would have completed the mission without him.

“Fuck the data! Who knows what he would have done to you,” Genji snaps back, closing the distance between the two of you. His chest heaves as his voice rises. He comes close enough you can see the deep brown in his eyes, a color you find beautiful most of the time. Now, though, that brown is alight with frustration. The way he is looking at you would be enough to kill somebody, but you have never backed down from him. 

“I am completely capable of handling this!” You scream out. Genji doesn’t back up, but he doesn’t say anything. He reaches up to your face and pushes onto your in-ear, turning it back on.

“-on your way. You’ll be outnumbered. Find a way to hide until we can get in,” Reyes shouts over the device. 

“Fuck,” you whisper. At that, you hear footsteps thundering down the hallway. Genji wraps his hand around your arm and pulls you behind him, leading the both of you to a door you hadn’t even noticed before. He pulls it open and shoves you inside. It’s some sort of utility closet, with various brooms and other supplies scattered around. It’s small, barely enough to fit you, but Genji manages to squeeze in with you. He pulls the door shut and it clicks, leaving the two of you standing there, chest to chest, with nowhere to go. You can’t even try to back up. You can barely breathe with how cramped the closet is. A small light twinkles above your head, barely giving any light. 

“What is your pla-” you start, but Genji clamps his hand around your mouth. You squeak in surprise at his touch, which is more gentle than you would expect from him. He seems to have better hearing than you, perhaps an advancement from his cyborg body, because you hear the door to the security room open after that. You watch Genji’s face with wide eyes as he listens to the men on the other side of the closet door. If they open that door, they’ll kill both of you. Genji’s otherwise soft features are hardened with focus, but you can’t help but shake. You could be dead in a minute. 

The guards’ voices overlap and blend in your mind. You try to pick up on what they’re saying, but any hope of focusing on anything is long gone now. Is this seriously how you’re going to die? Locked in a closet because a mission went sideways? Your chest aches at the thought of it. It may be a cliche, but you have always wanted to grow old with somebody. Find your soulmate, if there is such a thing, and live life to the fullest with them. Now, that wish seems far away.

The guards argue about something, but their footsteps and voices eventually fade. The door to the security room slams shut, and you let out a deep sigh from your nose. Genji lowers his hand away from your mouth, but you stay silent. He doesn’t seem to want to say anything either, but his hand moves against the doorknob and twists it. The door doesn’t move. There is enough light above you to make out a slight frown taking place on Genji’s features as he pushes on the door again, but it still doesn’t give. In the bleak light, you can barely make out the features of the door. It seems to be some kind of industrial one. Not exactly the type that could be knocked down easily. 

“Fuck,” Genji whispers. “Reyes, we’re locked in.”

“Fucking hell, Genji,” Reyes’s voice is in your ear again. “We’re locked out. We’re trying to get in, but we need more reinforcements now that the guards are alert.”

“So what? We just stay in the closet?” You say. Your voice is still quiet, like you’re still scared somebody will hear you. You hear a sigh from the other end before your commander speaks again.

“Yes. Stay put. We’ll work our way in. For now, turn your in-ears off. We don’t know what kind of technology they have. They might be able to scan for it.” Reyes sounds exhausted. 

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, reaching up to turn the device off. Genji doesn’t respond to Reyes, but obeys the command and reaches up to turn his off. That leaves the two of you standing, your fronts flush with one another, locked in a dark closet in silence. At least you’re not dead.

You lean back, your head knocking against the wall. It could be worse. Definitely could be better, but it could still be worse. A soft sigh escapes your lips. Not being in imminent danger, you are finally able to properly take in your surroundings. The cramped closet smells like dust, but the smell of blood takes over. Your skin is sticky with it and it stains. Some of it has dried, but it still leaves red blotches along your skin. It’s a good thing you aren’t squeamish and work with blood, or you would be nauseous now. 

“You okay?” Genji says. You snap up to see him watching you intently, his dark eyes searching your face. Are you okay? Hardly, but you also don’t want to seem weak to him. 

“I’m fine,” you say, and cringe at how weak your voice sounds. 

“Liar,” Genji replies. “Talk to me.”

“Why?” You snort. Maybe it’s being locked up in here, or maybe it’s the emotion from everything that just happened, but everything seems to be piling up. You’re afraid you’re going to snap if you stay like this without letting it out, but you can’t let it out to Genji. Not when he already doesn’t seem to want you on the team. 

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong,” Genji says. His voice is soft and gentle, much like his gaze on you. 

“We almost died,” you whisper out. 

“That’s part of the job,” Genji says softly. Maybe he didn’t mean it in a bad way, but the way he already doesn’t seem to think you can handle it combined with those words is enough to snap the rubber band of your patience. 

“I get it, okay? You don’t think I’m good enough for this. You don’t want me on the team. You hate me,” you yell at him. Your outburst seems to take Genji by surprise, because his eyes widen and his brows furrow. You let out a soft breath, then speak again. “Just forget it.”

“Hate you?” Genji mutters. He lets out a soft snort and you roll your eyes. 

“Just forget it, okay? We could die here, and I’d really rather not have my last moments be spent arguing with you,” you snap out. His eyes narrow, but he doesn’t seem to back down. 

“You think I hate you?” Genji looks down at you, his gaze now sharpened and fully on you. You can’t ignore how your heart beats harder under his stare. God, you’ve always found your attraction to him so irritating. You press your hands back against the wall, steeling yourself. The wall feels clammy against your hands, but it’s the only stability you have, other than leaning in Genji’s body. 

“You obviously do.” Genji’s brows furrow at your words. His gaze drops, then his eyes widen. He snaps his gaze away, staring at one of the walls. It’s hard to see in the dim lighting, but you swear you saw a dusting of pink along his face. You frown at his sudden shyness.

“Your-uh-I think I must have nicked your dress with my blade,” Genji coughs out. You finally look down to see what has the ninja blushing, and a deep red takes over your face too. The top part of your dress is sliced open, showing your soft skin blotched with drying blood. You’re wearing a bra, but the swell of your breasts are still visible, still covered in blood. A sigh escapes your lips as you reach up to the fabric, trying to pull it together and cover yourself up somewhat, but it’s no use. Your chest is bare and covered in blood, and you’re locked in a closet flush with Genji’s front. 

“Stop acting like a schoolboy. You’ve seen boobs before, haven’t you?” You mutter out. It’s going to be more awkward if he continues to refuse to look at you. 

“Of course, I have, but that was by their choice. Not…this,” Genji gestures with what little space he has to move. It’s then that you realize just how close the two of you really are. Your boobs are pressing against his chest, just barely, but the contact is still there. Your cheeks turn even redder at that, and you force yourself not to think about how it makes your nipples harden.

“It’s fine. You can look at me like this,” you say. A small part of you wants him to. You want to see his reaction when he gets a good look at your state. It’s a naive part, though. Surely he wouldn’t feel anything, right?

“You sure? You may not believe it, but I am quite a gentleman,” Genji says, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice. 

“I’m sure. Or keep staring at the wall. I don’t care.” His head turns slowly, his eyes darkening as he looks at you again. You see a muscle in his jaw tick under the tight mask as his eyes drop lower, just briefly, then return to your face.

“You’re bloody,” Genji says, his rich brown eyes now locked with yours. Maybe he wasn’t interested, if one look is all he wants. You fight the urge to slap yourself. Now is not the time to think like this, especially about Genji, of all people.

“It’s not mine,” is all you can think to say.

“I know. My blades would never touch your skin. I’m angry I even got close,” he mutters, which makes you frown. That is the first time Genji has ever even hinted at being regretful to you. 

“You didn’t hurt me,” you say softly. There’s a sudden tenderness in his eyes, one that you have never seen before. 

“I could have.” 

Genji seems to cut off the conversation after that, not intending to talk about it anymore. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, you with your head leaned back and Genji leaning against the side wall. You wince when something seems to poke you in the back, and lean forward to adjust how you’re standing. It’s an absentminded movement, but it pushes you further into Genji’s front. You didn’t know it at the time, but it created an unholy amount of friction against Genji. He groans out and rests his forehead against the wall. A groan you mistake for discomfort. 

“Sorry. I think there’s a splinter in the wall,” you explain yourself. You continue moving, not realizing just how much you are rubbing up against him. 

“Please refrain from moving like that,” he breathes out. His voice sounds shaky. You frown, but finally pull the splinter from the wall and flick it to the ground. Except, something else seems to be poking you now. It’s in a different spot, lower and in your front. 

“Genji, move your blade. It’s poking me,” you mumble. Genji sucks in a deep breath as you look down, your eyes widening. You can barely see anything, but it doesn’t seem to be one of his blades pressing against you. 

“That’s not a blade,” you whisper out, your cheeks heating up again. He’s…hard? His clothes cover it for the most part, so you can’t see it, but you can certainly feel it. You look back up at him to see his face the color of cherries. He pushes off the wall and looks down at you, his brown eyes blazing.

“I told you I don’t hate you,” he says. You stare back at him utterly dumbfounded. He’s…attracted to you? No, maybe it’s just the confines of the space. Nothing else. You start to reply when a loud bang sounds from seemingly far away. You jump, which only pushes you more into Genji’s front. There’s some sort of fight happening outside. 

“Fuck. We’re going to die here,” you scream out. You turn to face the door, but Genji cups your face and forces you to look at him. He moves too fast, he always does, and he pulls his mask down and presses a kiss to your lips. It’s soft, ghosting, at first, like he’s waiting for you to pull away. You don’t.

You push further into it, letting him know just how much you want it. You feel him smile against your mouth before his kiss becomes more aggressive, more hungry. His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you whine at it, which gives him entry into your mouth. To say he kisses you would be unfair. He devours you. It’s like he wants to lap up every taste he can, in case he never gets the chance to do it again. Heat starts to flood to your core and you grind against him, but when the door to the security room slams open and shakes against the wall, the two of you pull apart. You pant against him, and he silently adjusts his mask, then unsheathes his sword. Feet stomp outside the closet, and you swear you hear a gun cocking. This is it. You’re going to die here. You get one last look at Genji, his gorgeous brown eyes, his angular face, his dark hair, just to take it all in. Then you squeeze your eyes shut. A tear rolls down your cheek. Is it going to hurt to die?

“They’re in here!” A voice calls out. You snap your eyes open. You recognize that Southern drawl. Cassidy. You try to call out to them, but your voice catches in your throat. You can’t help the smile that takes place on your features, and Genji presses his face against your forehead. He’s kissing you through the mask. 

“Cover your eyes. I need to break this lock,” you hear Cassidy call from the other side. You reach up to do it, but feel Genji wrap himself around you and shift so his back is to the door. He’s shielding you from it. If something goes wrong on Cassidy’s end, it’ll hurt Genji and not you. You try to fight him, but he’s always been stronger. You feel Genji’s hands close around your ears, but the sound of Cassidy’s grenade is still loud enough to make you jump.

“Don’t turn around,” Genji whispers in your ear. Your back is to the door as he lets you go, but you do as he says. Perhaps because you’re too in shock from thinking you were dead to move. 

“Cassidy, give me your shawl,” Genji says. The two start to bicker, but you eventually feel the soft fabric laced with the smell of gunpowder and cigars wrap around your shoulders. It goes down low enough to cover your bare chest, and that’s when it makes sense why he didn’t want you to turn around. Cassidy, and anybody else in the room, would see your chest. Maybe he is a gentleman. 

You soon feel an emptiness behind you and turn around. The bright lights force you to squint as your eyes adjust to it. As soon as your eyes adjust, you notice Genji is nowhere to be found. Cassidy helps you walk, in case you need it, and Reyes leans against the desk with the drive in his hand. He gives you a curt nod, which is his way of saying “good job” without actually saying it. You feel a warmth in your chest at the silent praise from him, but it’s not enough to warm up the cold absence you feel now that Genji isn’t next to you. 

Angela insisted on doing a full check-up on you as soon as you got back. She swatted Cassidy and Reyes both away, kicking them out of the room so she could make sure you were okay. Cassidy scowled at her and said something about his shawl, but the doctor slammed the door in his face. As a medic, you work under Angela a lot, so you know how serious she takes her patient care. There was no use fighting her, even if you did assure her over and over again that you were fine. She eventually discharged you, but not before giving you a loose shirt to wear back. As you were walking out the door, she even pulled you into a tight hug. You smiled at her, your heart warming. She may be your mentor, but she’s a damn good friend too.

You make it back to your room okay and, as soon as your door is shut, you strip off the extra shirt, then the torn up maid’s dress. The blood seeped through your clothes and onto your stomach. It’s dried and cakey now, a stark contrast to your skin. You crank the shower up and jump under the spray, letting it wash away everything. You have to scrub harshly against your chest to get it off, but the warm water soothes you. You’re back at base. You’re safe.

You stay in the shower until your fingers prune, and eventually hop out and change into sweats and a T-shirt. You stop at the mirror in your bathroom, which still has a slight layer of steam. Your attention immediately flies to your lips, and thoughts of Genji flood your mind. Did he kiss you because he wants you? Or was it just because he thought he might die?

There’s no point in fretting about it now, though. It happened. You wouldn’t take it away, and you hope he wouldn’t either. You open your bathroom door and step out into your room, the soft hardwood chilling your bare feet. The same ninja that was just in your thoughts sits on the edge of your bed. He looks up when he hears the door. His hair is wet, a few strands sitting on his forehead, and a cloth mask is on his face. 

“You okay?” His voice breaks through the silence.

“I’m alive,” you say, walking across your room and sitting on the bed next to him. You’re not touching each other, but you could if you moved. You don’t dare, though.

“I’m sorry,” his head hangs.

“What exactly are you apologizing for?” You stare at him. Is he apologizing for kissing you? Your heart sinks. If he tells you that he thinks it was a mistake, your heart may shatter into pieces. 

“Everything. Mostly my blade touching you.” His head still hangs, like he is refusing to make eye contact. 

“Genji, you didn’t hurt me. It didn’t touch my skin. You-”

“I could have!” He shouts. The sudden outburst takes you by surprise, and he stands up quickly and starts to pace your room. “You think I hate you? That’s why I don’t want you on missions?”

“Yes,” you answer him honestly. He stops pacing in front of you, and you have to tilt your head back to look at him. 

“I don’t hate you. I don’t want you on missions because I don’t want you getting hurt. The thought of anything happening to you, of living in a world without you,” Genji starts, but his words fade and he shudders. 

“Why?” Your head spins at his words. He’s always been so harsh about keeping you off missions.

“Because I love you,” he whispers. You almost thought you imagined it, but heat runs along your cheeks. Your gaze drops, but Genji tucks his hand under your chin and forces you to look up at him. “That’s why I kissed you when we heard the fighting. I thought…if I was going to die there, I wanted to be able to kiss you at least once first. That’s why I’m here now.”

“Genji,” you whisper, but his thumb grazing along your bottom lip stops you. 

“I can walk out that door right now. We’ll pretend it was just heat of the moment, not that I couldn’t stomach the idea of dying without kissing you at least once, and we’ll move on. Or…you stop me.”

Genji still rubs his thumb along your lip softly, the touch tender and gentle. The air hangs thick between the two of you. He’s putting his heart on the line. No, he’s putting his heart in your hands. You release a soft breath, as you look up at him. His dark eyes are pleading, almost scared.

“Don’t go,” you breathe out. Your voice sounds like a plea, one that Genji is all too eager to fulfill. You start to rise to your feet, and he watches you carefully, closely, but you don’t miss the spark in his dark eyes. You reach up to his face, wrapping your fingers around the mask. He could stop you at any point now, it would take nothing for him to overpower you, but he doesn’t. You pull the mask off his ears and down, dropping it onto the floor. 

For the first time, you can see under his mask in actual lighting. Pink scars litter his face, dotting across the skin. You feel him take a deep breath as you look at him. Is he really nervous? 

“You’re…” you reach up and touch one of the scars along his cheek “beautiful.”

Genji smiles, a lopsided grin that takes up half of his face. Your stomach flips at that smile, and suddenly want to see it more often. 

“As are you,” he says back. You cup his face, but don’t move otherwise. 

“Can I kiss you?” You say. It sounds like a plea again. 

“Please do,” Genji replies, and it’s enough to have you wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss you. Your lips lock and his scent fills your senses. Walnuts and fresh pine. His tongue darts along your bottom lip again, and you grant him entry easily. Your tongues intertwine and he takes over your entire existence. There’s nothing else. Just Genji. 

It’s softer and more tender than the previous kiss. Something past lust, something more. Your heart thumps in your chest and heat spreads to your core as his hands find their way to your hips. He pushes you down against the bed, the impact making a soft gasp come out. He falls with you, refusing to break the kiss. When you whimper into his mouth, though, he pulls away.

“Don’t make noises like that or you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he says. The low, gruff tone of his voice sends shivers along your skin and heat straight down to your core. He looks down at you with wild eyes, a deep hunger hiding under those deep brown orbs. 

“Maybe I want that,” you match his voice with a low one of your own. 

“I told you I love you, right?” He says, making you frown. Why is he asking that?

“Yes,” you reply.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck you like I hate you,” he groans out, then his lips are back on yours. It’s hard, aggressive, and starving. His fingers dig into your hips, where you know there will be bruises. His mouth leaves yours and moves to your neck, pressing harsh kisses along the skin. You whimper out when he bites you, which makes him growl against your skin. You feel his hands push under your shirt and you shudder at his touch on bare skin. His metal hand leaves a chill on your heated skin, but it only adds to the fire blazing inside you.

You don’t have a bra on, so when Genji’s hands ghost over your nipples you let out a soft gasp at the content. He continues sucking bruises into your neck and collarbone, but you feel him smile against your skin at your gasp. Your back arches from just his touch on your nipples, and you pray he gives you some sort of relief soon before you explode. He pulls away from your neck and pulls his hands out from under your shirt, and you whine at the loss of contact. In the time it takes you to blink, Genji rips your shirt off. Literally rips it, tossing the excess fabric away. He sits back on his heels and truly looks at you. Your skin is flush, your breasts moving with each breath you take, sweat beads along your skin. He licks his lips as he looks at you, and the motion is enough to make even more heat go straight to your core. 

“So fucking pretty,” Genji mutters, then his mouth is back on you. This time, though, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasp out his name as his tongue moves along it. His hand, the metal one, pinches the other nipple. He continues sucking and pinching, but uses his spare hand to push your sweats and underwear down. You help him out and lift your hips, pushing until the clothes are off your body. He moves so one of his legs is in between yours, his knee on the bed. He’s so close to where you need him, but so far away. You squeak when his hand digs into your hip and pulls you down, so you’re rubbing against his leg. Fuck. His pants graze your core, and it’s just barely enough friction to have you grinding down onto it. 

“You gonna ride my leg?” He smiles against your skin. You try to bite back a response, but he takes your nipple in between his teeth and silences you. You keep grinding onto his leg, letting the friction rub against your clit and give you a small amount of relief. But it’s not enough. 

“Genji, please…I need you,” you whimper. You know you sound desperate, but you don’t care. “Inside me.”

Genji’s grip on your hip tightens even more, blurring the line between pain and pleasure, and he growls lowly against your skin. He pulls away long enough to pull all of his clothes off, and it’s your turn to gawk. He’s all lean muscle in a lithe frame. The metal of his hand reaches up his arm, then there’s metal starting around the middle of one of his thighs. You try to gawk more, but he wraps his hand around your ankle and pulls, dragging you along the bed. You feel your breasts bounce with the motion and Genji’s eyes zero in on that too. 

“Do you have any condoms or…?” Genji snaps himself out of his daze, but you shake your head. You’ve had an implant for birth control for years now. 

“I want you, no barriers,” you say. “I want you to finish inside too, if you want.”

“Fuck…” Genji says, his eyes searching your body. “You can’t just say things like that.”

You start to say something back, but his hands on your thighs silences you. Expectation builds up inside you, and you finally feel his fingers rubbing at your core. He rubs slow, agonizing circles into your clit, but it’s enough to have your head rolling back. You’re already wet enough, and he pushes one finger into you slowly. You try to close your thighs, but a sharp smack against one of them freezes you. The fading pain melds pain and pleasure together, and it makes you clench around his finger. 

“You like that? Does my pretty thing like it rough?” He mewls, slowly stroking his finger in and out. 

“Yes,” you mumble in between ragged breaths. He adds another finger, but his pace stays slow.

“Good girl,” he coos, rubbing the spot he had smacked. He starts to pick up his pace, working you with just his fingers. Your orgasm builds up faster than you thought it would, his fingers bringing you to the edge. Your moans and whimpers fill the room, and your hands grip into your bed. Your skin starts to buzz, that familiar feeling building up in your core. Your legs shake, and Genji slaps your thigh again. He slaps the other one, curling his fingers inside of you at the same time, and it’s enough to make you fall apart. You cry out, your back arching off of the bed. Your heart beats in your ears and black dots your vision.

“Pretty when you cum, too,” Genji says, pulling his fingers out of you. He takes them up to his lips, dipping them into his mouth and tasting you off of them. You clench around nothing at the sight, begging for him to give you more. He smiles down at you, pushing your thighs further open so he can align himself at your entrance. 

“Look at me,” he says. Your daze from your last orgasm is slowly coming down, and you’re able to focus. You lock eyes with him and as soon as you do, he starts to push inside you. Your mouth falls open at the stretch, soft whimpers escaping as you take each inch. His brows furrow, but his brown eyes stay on you. He wants to see your face as you take it all. And take it all you do. He’s not small by any means, and the stretch gives you a delectable sting. 

“Fucking hell,” Genji says. He doesn’t move for a bit, letting both of you adjust. “How did I know your pussy would be fucking perfect?”

“How did I know your cock would be perfect?” You say back, which makes a smirk grow on his features. It’s true, he stretches you perfectly, melding pain and pleasure in the most delicate way. He starts to move slowly, and even then, each thrust has soft moans escaping your mouth. He starts to move faster, reaching up to intertwine your fingers together as he does. His other hand, though, does something less tender, as it wraps around your throat. It’s not a tight hold, just enough to keep control, as he thrusts. You clench around him with each thrust, matching his pace with your own. 

“Genji,” you whimper his name out, like a sacred prayer. “Genji.”

“You gonna come around my cock for me like a good girl?” Genji says. You whimper at the sound of such vulgar language coming from his mouth. That, and the praise, of course. You nod, not trusting yourself to form anymore words. His hand leaves your throat and snakes down your body, his fingers reaching your clit. You scream out at the sensation of both, any little resolve you had quickly fizzling away. You toss your head back and scream out his name, your nails digging into the hand he’s still holding in, as your orgasm rocks through you. If you thought the first one was strong, it was nothing compared to this one. Your legs shake, electricity building through your entire body like a crackling live wire. Genji helps you through your release, never easing up on you. You hold tighter onto his hand as he continues to overstimulate you, his fingers still on your clit and his thrusts still quick. You pant out breaths as it comes down, but you can feel yourself continuing to clench around him. He lets out a soft curse, then groans your name. His thrusts come to a messy stop as he reaches his orgasm, his hand in yours tightens as he finishes inside you, the sensation making your legs shake. His head drops into the crook of your neck, the two of you panting against each other. His warm breath tickles your skin as he catches his breath. His soft and fluffy hair tickles your neck in a way that feels incredibly intimate.

“I love you too,” you say. It’s quiet, and you’re not certain he even heard it, but you feel him press a soft kiss to your neck. He pulls back and smiles down at you, that lopsided toothy grin filling your chest with warmth. His skin is sweaty, but it makes him even sexier. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, pulling out and helping you up. You try to walk on your own, but your legs are so weak that you almost drop. He catches you and helps you to the bathroom, where he grabs a washcloth and warms it in the sink. His touch is gentle and tender as he cleans you, a stark contrast to his roughness from earlier. Eventually, he finishes and helps you back to your bed. He lets you on first, then crawls on the bed and presses against you. You roll so you can lay your head on his chest. 

“Genji?” You say softly.

“Hm?”  “I like knowing that you don’t hate me,” you say, but sleepiness seems to take over your voice. Genji laughs, and your heart lurches. You’ve never heard a genuine laugh from him, and it’s a beautiful sound. One you want to earn more often. You start to doze off, listening to his heart beating in his chest and feeling him run his hand up and down your spine. You really like knowing that he doesn’t hate you.

[sovmisee]

requests are open, ask box!

genji kneeling in front of you so you can remove his mask and see him. he’s so vulnerable with you and is literally putting everything he has in ur hands <33

after the accident genji had shut everyone and everything out. he didn’t want to be seen, ashamed. he didn’t want friend, let alone a lover. but then you waltzed into his life. and suddenly he was more careful on missions. he actually feared dying, feared being taken away from you. who would be there to save you if you couldn’t hold your own ground?

he loves you with everything he has left of him. he never thought someone could love him for what he had become. never imagined someone as sweet, soft as you. would love and cherish someone like him. someone with blood on their hands.

he’d kill for you, he’d die for you. anything, for you.

omg he’s so <333. i <3 genji w everything i have.

[genji-centric]

Hii! I really like your work:) Hope you’re doing well! I’ve never requested anything from anyone on tumblr lol

Could you write reader(f) and Genji(Blackwatch or Post-blackwatch!) hanging with friends somewhere like at a party/gathering/bar and someone is clearly flirting with the reader but they’re clueless and Genji gets jealous and possessive? You can add if he interjects slightly or not, just want the ending to be nsfw 👀💦!

Ahh, I feel embarrassed 💀

Omg tsym!! And don't be!! You're asking this blog, yk.. the one created by pure lust for a fictional character so shhh. Never be ashamed of requests, I have the anon option for a reason ^^ I've chosen Blackwatch Genji because he is so much fun to write and absolutely strikes me as the type to be jealous. And sorry this took so long!! Enjoy ^^

Genji was always doing his job, whatever Reyes told him to do it was done. Overwatch was the reason he was alive, so it was his only motive in his new robotic life. His days were cold, devoid of the relaxed afternoons out in the sun. Instead of laying down in the gardens of the Shimada estate Genji would now be in medical office, or a back alley taking out a target. He never had that warmth again, even most of his body could never truly feel warm.

And yet somehow, Genji found someone. It felt like decades since he last felt the embrace of a woman, being looked at with such love regardless of how monstrous he saw himself. Which is why once he got a taste, he would never, never in a million years, let someone look at you the same way he got to.

You were everything. He finally felt alive, not just a being who was supposed to return the favor for living. You understood him. You were like a drug, a feeling of pure euphoria he never felt. Everything before Overwatch felt distant, blurry, and plagued by hatred of the one person he saw to be a friend let alone brother. Nobody could take that feeling or normalcy away from him, no man was deserving of you. You chose him, he was the only person to see you in such a way.

Genji grew to be both needy and lovesick for you, not that he didn't know it was wrong.. but after so long without love a man can change.

He was far different from the man he once was, Genji Shimada was popular with women. His spare time having a group of girls wanting a piece of the rich bad boy persona he had. Genji never really understood that feeling of jealousy the women around him had towards eachother. He'd always laugh at them, lighthearted of course but he didn't understand why. Not like he was fighting for attention, girls were easy. At least back then.

Which is why he glared daggers at the man who was sitting in his seat at the bar. Reyes had given him the night off, a rare luxury and you two decided to go on a little out of hour work function at some higher end bar. Overwatch didn't make them official but many people and their close loved ones were.

And Genji was well aware of the bastard cowboy in his spot. Cole Cassidy was the face he had to see countless times, never taking missions seriously and a real lack of care that just ticked him off in every conceivable way. Maybe that's how people thought of him before, but Cole just ticked him off more then he usually did.

Your smile was the only thing to keep that blood in the countless tubes of his body flowing. And that wasn't directed at him, no. The way you looked at Cole.. Genji hated it. He felt his arm shift, but he didn't retrieve the built in shurikens like he oh so wanted, as much as he wanted to pounce at the cowboy he knew better.

Genji knew one dumb action was enough to get him in hot waters, either with Reyes or the doctor responsible for his very life at the other table. Instead he just stepped over to you both, he was seething with anger. Cole had his back to the cyborg but you could see the slight bit of Genji's face he made visible. And you knew when he was angry.

"Cole. Move."

Was all the man said, cold and robotic. When he was pissed, the vocal box he had installed never failed to put people around him tense when he wanted them to be. Yet Cole just turned his head slightly, giving a casual shake of his head.

"What? Can't a man just have a little chat with a fine young lady?"

"Not with, Y/N. Now move."

In all honesty, you didn't see him in that way. Genji was all you needed, yet here you were not even aware of Cassidy trying to replace that. You were angry too, hell, Genji definitely made you two official and yet here was some rugged gunslinger not even making his flirting obvious. You definitely didn't mean to encourage it, just being polite and here Genji was seeing the worst.

Cole seemed peeved, but suprisningly got up with out a fight. Perhaps working with Genji gave him more insight to know when he should pick his battles, this moment definitely not being one of them. As you expected Genji to sit down he didn't, still standing behind the now empty chair. Odd, as you opened your mouth to speak he cut you off.

"We're going back home."

You thought about arguing, but that was clearly not the right thing to do. The ride home was quiet, and Genji still seemed ready to pounce at anyone who looked at you. If it wasn't Cole flirting you know anyone else would have to go to a hospital, not a single doubt there.

Stepping back into your shared apartment Genji still was quiet, a silent rage that spoke his feelings loud. The air felt tense, like everything around you both was waiting for what Genji was about to do. Looking at him from the corner of your eye, you saw him look back to you. His eyes narrowed.

"Why did you let him?"

You felt cold, he still had an edge to his voice.

"I.. I just thought he was being nice.. I know he was your coworker and just wanted to be friendly.."

"Friendly? Cassidy doesn't do shit unless he gains something."

Genji leaned over you, your breath hitched when you looked up to him. His brows were furrowed, and his nose scrunched from a presumed frown. He gave you a look over, focusing more downwards past your face.

He let out an angered sigh, hands shifting behind his head to remove the metal visor he had. Genji tossed the peice of metal onto a nearby chair, he turned back. You could see the displeased expression, a mix of annoyance and something else.

"Damned Cole.."

Was all he said before practically pouncing on you, pulling you close and kissing you. He nipped at your lips slightly, the kiss was clumsy. He was desperate for you, he wanted to claim you. He pulled away, letting you catch your breath.

"You're mine.. nobody else's."

You nodded.

"I'm yours."

"Good girl."

He kissed you once more, but ended it faster. He started to walk over to the bedroom, you followed him.

He opened the door for you, as you stepped in you heard the door shut and a click of the lock. You knew Genji always kept his door locked. He always was like that so the sound didn't startle you, but you always knew he locked the door when you two would fool around.

Your thoughts stopped when you felt him grab your arm harshly, not enough to hurt you but just enough to pull you to the bed. Genji pushed you down, your back hit the soft blankets of your comforter.

The man above you wasted no time in joining you on the bed, both your guy's legs dangled off the edge. That didn't matter, Genji was quick to tackle you to the mattress. He captured your lips into another heated make out, his hands roamed around your body. Grabbing at your flesh through your clothes, you could feel the hardening shaft in his pants against your leg. He wasn't getting any friction, he groaned into the kiss, clearly wanting more. He pulled away, panting like a dog in heat.

"Hah.. you're mine.. Y/N. Nobody else's."

His lids were half lidded, but held a passion that he always would have during his time with you. Genji was always head over heels for you, and being so close made him almost drunk at the feeling. And to think someone like Cole would try to steal it from him.

In the mix of lust and love for you, his hazy mind still had leftover resentment from the bar. He knew it wasn't you, and yet.. you still talked to him.

Genji always rode the fine line of right and wrong. Before he still tried to be a good person, the things he would do in the bedroom remained pretty vanilla. But now, he saw it as something he could never have again, yet he does. That passion always makes him indulge roughly, grabbing and skin and biting until blood spills.

Just like now, how he ruts at a hard and fast pace. As he kissed you he nipped at your lips, groaning at the slight taste of iron on his tongue. Genji's grip was firm, too firm. The hand he had left of his broken body dug it's nails into the side of your torso. The other harshly gripping into the meat of your arm, like he still couldn't quite grasp his grip strength.

And yet, it still wasn't enough.

Genji pulled away, pulling his hands away too. The lack of contact made you wine, he smirked.

"Hah.. still want more? You want me?"

You nodded, he was all you ever wanted.

"Me? And not.. not some drunk cowboy?"

No. Cole could never compare, he wouldn't treat you with such high regard as Genji does. Each act of love cementing in place how truly honored he is to have you. Nobody is special like Genji, those deep red eyes, that soft black hair.

"No.. only you, Genji.."

You shyly smiled, blush creeping onto your cheeks. Genji smiled, a warm and soft smile spreading across his face. Everytime you said something like that he could never get enough, no drug in the world could compare.

Genji began to continue running his hands along your sides, letting out content grunts and groans as he did. He was always vocal about how you made him feel, this time no different from the rest. Aside from how much more he enveloped your senses, like everything you had was his and his alone. No man could love you like he could, no man could fuck you like he could.

He shifted so he could start to tug and the hem of your pants, the fabric blocking him from his goal. You were quick to let him remove the garmets, leaving you in your underwear. With a content sigh he reached down, running his fingers along the front of your panties right agasint your clit.

"Tsk.. already so wet for me.. and only me."

His fingers slipped past the thin fabric, he ran circles into your bud of nerves. Slow. Deliberate. Teasing.

"Genji.. please.."

"Shhh.. I'm with you.. let me have my fun, Y/N.."

He placed soft, delicate kisses along ypur neck, chuckling at the noises you made from his touch.

"So needy.. so perfect.."

Genji continued to swirl his finger along your clit, always so precise in where to touch you. He had expierence, and now everything he learned he used on you, his actions always had a goal. And that goal was always the same, make you feel good.

He wanted to be the only source of pleasure you got, his body was broken, but he wanted him to be the only way you could cum. The pride he felt when feeling you throb to his touch, the whimpers of pleasure from what he did.. Genji wanted more.

His breaths were hot and heavy against your ear, air would be sucked in through his teeth. Even giving you pleasure was enough to make him grunt in your ear, it felt amazing and overwhelming all at once. With his free hand he reached down and tugged at the drawstring of his sweatpants.

"I need you.. now."

He placed a needy kiss to your neck, his lips were warm. The constant friction to your clit made your head feel dizzy, Genji always knew how to touch you. Your senses heightened, the feeling of pleasure started to build up.

"Genji.. mm close.."

He let out a little chuckle.

"Yes.. I know Y/N.. cum for me."

The feeling in your stomach tightened, he kept his fingers moving at the same pace. It all felt so good.. it was Genji.. he was there and all for you. It all became too much, the tension snapping as you went over the edge. His fingers kept the pace, riding you through your orgasm.

"That's it.. fuck.. Y/N you do so much to me.. you don't even know.."

He pulled his hand away, he held his hand in front of your face. A content smirk across his features. He splayed them apart, making a show of your fluids connecting in a string along his fingers. While maintaining eye contact he ran his tongue along them. Seemingly savoring the taste.

"Taste so good too.. and all mine to enjoy.."

Nothing could compare to the love he had for you.. how much he enjoyed having you all to himself. Genji needed more, he pulled away, ripping down his sweatpants and boxers to free his throbbing cock. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, no longer having to deal with the constraints of his clothing.

He kicked the clothes no longer needed to the ground, he would pick up later. Genji gave you a playful smile before he pushed your legs up, giving him easy access.

"I've wanted this since the bar.. you looked so good in the lighting.."

He pressed the tip against you, him grunting at the feeling. Even the smallest things got him vocal, Genji lived and breathed for you. The clutches you had on him could never compare, he was all yours. Genji wanted you all to himself. With the slick from your previous orgasm he was able to slide in with ease, the warmth had him gasping.

"Y/N.. hah.. I love you.."

You couldn't help but whimper, for each moment like this every word he said couldn't help but add more blush to your cheeks. He continued to ease into you, the stretch was just to much but not enough. He was big, but not the the point it hurt.

Genji was halfway inside now, he ran his lone still flesh hand along your hip. His hand was warm, compared to the usual cold he was.

He pushed in more, his cock stretching you out perfectly. As he was fully in, he let out a shaky sigh. Holding your hips with both hands, his thumbs rubbing circles into your flesh.

"You.. Y/N.. Only you.."

Everything he did was for you now, nothing and nobody could compare. He slid out before pressing himself back in, the motion earning more noises from you. He smirked, repeating it again, and again. The pace was slow, but as he continued the desperation to fully burry himself in you grew. Soon he was thrusting in fast, the drip on your hips was rough as he slammed his cock deeper into you.

Genji whined at the feeling, you just felt so good. He couldn't care the idea of someone having you beneath them like he had.

The feeling of his cock repeatedly pressing against the sweet spot inside, it made your toes curl. Genji shuddered, groaning and gasping at how tight you felt. You both felt close to your approaching orgasms. His hand reached down between you, rubbing circles into your clit.

The added stimulation soon became too much, the tightening in your stomach snapped as you came. The feeling of you pulsing made Genji grunt out some curses before he fucked into you faster. Harder. His mind clouded with his own orgasm soon approaching.

His rubbing on your clit stopped before he was holding onto your hips to the point that it hurt, Genji moaned as he came deep inside you. His hips faltered and ropes of cum spurted inside. Genji closed his eyes in bliss, times like this made him feel whole again. Being buried deep inside the lone person he valued, he felt like him. Regardless of the metal his body was mostly made of, he felt you around him. He heard you moan his name. You were his, and he was yours.

Genji nuzzled into your neck, placing a kiss to your collarbone. You both could worry about cleaning up afterwards, all that mattered to him was laying in the bliss of your highs and eachother. Genji had a content smile on his face, before he spent his nights alone. He was cold, alone.. angry. In your arms he felt seen, comforted. It was like those peaceful days on the Shimada estate, but now he had someone he could see a future with, his future with. Nobody else could ever dream of it, nobody.

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Overwatch Incorrect Quote

Y/N:And you are?

Blackwatch Era Genji:A cyborg ninja.

Y/N:Cyborg ninja, what the shit! That's the coolest thing ever!

Y/N:So what, you're like his sidekick?

Gabriel:No, trainee.

Genji:Can we go?

Y/N, mocking:Look I'm a handsome tortured soul, I'd rather be anywhere than here! I'm all about long sullen silences, followed by mean comments, followed by more silences!

Y/N:So what's it gonna be, huh? Long sullen silence, or mean comment? Go on.

Genji:...

Genji:You got me in a box here.

Y/N:AHA!

[sourhaneyart]

I've been a die-hard fan of one character from Overwatch for more than four years now—Siebren de Kuiper! I adore that guy with my whole heart. Don't judge me too hard for this Sigma x reader work, 'cause let's be real, girls, we're all weak for him 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

[yanderes-galore]

Hello, can I have a blackwatch reaper concept

Sure! It's good for me to separate him and Reaper since I think they act differently.

Yandere! Blackwatch! Gabriel Reyes Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Blood, Violence, Kidnapping, Stalking, Jealousy, Love bites, Brief mentions of murder, Forced relationship.

Even Gabriel now was used to the shadows.

While Jack Morrison took control of Overwatch and acted as a hero, Gabriel Reyes was left to do undercover missions in Blackwatch.

Gabriel is said to have been an understandable person with a headstrong nature.

He cares for those under him yet was always cynical when it came to Overwatch.

Supposedly he was jealous of Jack who had all the spotlight.

Regardless, for a little while at least, he accepted his role as assassin and spy.

Under his command he has Cole Cassidy, Genji Shimada, and Moira.

Those were the ones primarily under his care.

I feel Gabriel Reyes is less... intimidating than Reaper.

He's said to be more casual with those he enjoys.

Which makes me think he'd try more to be involved in his obsession's life.

When in reality, he's a killer and you never knew it.

I like to think Blackwatch agents had their own life outside of what they do.

Like to put up a front?

Maybe not all of them did... but I do think Gabriel did.

It might go against canon, but it's a neat idea to think about.

Imagine you met Gabriel one day and befriended him.

He's no doubt more friendly during this time than he is as Reaper later on.

While Reaper as a yandere tends to lurk and stalk like a bad omen...

Gabriel Reyes has a better chance of being part of your life.

He's secretive about his past and line of work.

He'd often make up some lie or bend the truth a bit when you ask.

Despite this, he acts as a friend and soon maybe a potential partner for you.

He's more talkative and casual, making jokes or even playfully flirting.

I like to think Reyes is a charmer before becoming Reaper.

More manipulative, too.

He acts all social and invested in you whenever he's free...

Then goes back to his job of keeping Omnics and political figures in check.

He's living a double life when it comes to you.

While he's a leader and supposed member of 'Overwatch' with you...

He's actually an assassin who has gotten blood on his hands more times than he can count.

Although since he's doing this double life, it means you'll trust him more.

Which means when his obsession gets worse, he can probably get away with stalking you or lingering in the shadows around you.

Yes, he still has that habit even before he's Reaper.

It's just as Reaper, that's his only chance of being close to you.

As Reyes?

Well now he can always be involved.

Gabriel no doubt knows him pursuing you can be dangerous.

He has a dangerous job and is acutely aware of how dangerous his feelings are.

He's used to his violent nature due to his job.

Yet he also notes how he tenses when he sees you with other men.

He knows you should just be friends...

But eventually I can see him asking you out to drinks or something.

Then you start dating purely out of curiosity.

Gabriel has a better chance of actually having you to himself.

While Reaper is forced to shadow you to satiate himself.

Gabriel Reyes is capable of actually being your lover while he gives into darker desires.

You're probably blind to his true nature.

With you he's loving and affectionate, greeting you with kisses and often visiting your apartment.

Yet when you think he's away... He's closer than you think.

Gabriel keeps a close eye on you in between missions.

He only ever pulls his guns on those who need it...

But there's been times he's thought of doing it due to jealousy.

He may also vent his possessive behavior through his actions with you.

He could cuddle you in your apartment, listening to your day.

Yet if you bring up a coworker or something Overwatch related...

His grip tightens.

That or maybe you two are getting a bit... intimate as he kisses you.

You don't even have to mention something sometimes... There's times he'll just feel the need to vent his jealousy...

Which makes him nip your skin a bit harshly, wanting to see it bruise.

There's times his love is intense, yes.

But it's mostly normal in your eyes.

You have no clue that he stalks, spies, and kills people....

No, you don't think Gabriel Reyes is a monster until he rises from the dead.

When the explosion at Overwatch's headquarters occurs, you think your lover died.

As far as you know, your boyfriend is dead...

You never stopped crying.

You end up trying to recover from his death for months.

Yet at some point, Gabriel is around, watching you mourn.

You don't see Gabriel as a monster until he breaks into your home like a wraith, a death mask covering his features.

Even then you're thankful for the mask, as he smells of death as he stalks about your home.

You scream, begging to know who he is.

Only for him to remove the mask...

Making you feel sick.

Normally people would be happy to see their beloved alive again.

Not you.

He looks like a corpse to you...

His voice is now distorted, rotten as he encourages you to embrace him.

He tells you he wants you to come with him, that he's still your Reyes.

But he's not, not to you.

He's a monster, not your boyfriend.

When you refuse... He takes you by force.

He wrangles you into his grasp before sneaking off into the darkness.

When you try to scream... He covers your mouth.

This is no longer Reyes.

This is Reaper.

He's an omen of death that has always kept track of you since Moira revived him.

By this point, manipulation isn't needed.

He already knows he's a monster, one you no longer love.

But you're all he has left now... You're meant to be his...

He won't let anyone else have you, even now.

[eternalslover]

Ashe NSFW alphabet

Warnings: Smut obvi

Does overwatch even have a fan base anymore?

A/N: I haven't written anything in so long and this is probably really bad and I'm so sorry but this is just for fun and really short, also I honestly think she is a bisexual so this goes for both man and woman, ALSO ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! Not proofread, sorry if I got the character 100% wrong I tried my best

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

She would like to chill out with her s/o after. Have a nice coffee or drink with them, chat a little though she may not be very talkative, she isn't one to ditch afterwards. She sometimes lays there and let's her mind wander but will always make sure you're ok.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

I think she would really like her legs. She may not be the tallest but she has legs for days. On her s/o she would really like their eyes because they can be "a window to the soul". Also if you're a man she would like a nice beard or mustache, but not a soul patch.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

She cums the fastest when riding you/your strap or sitting on your face. She really gets lost in it just taking control and moving her hips back and forth, then her eyes will roll into the back of her head and she looks so angelic, and the sounds she makes, loud moans and whimpers.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She's a sucker for people with nice pecs and boobs. They're perfect cushioning. I think she'd also be down for a threesome. And help someone be a cuck. Yk like someone is watching while her and the s/o of the person who is watching, do it, if this makes sense.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think with a male s/o she would definitely know what she's doing and know her way around. As for women she doesn't know that much but she isn't afraid to learn, shes no chicken.

Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She would definitely like doggy style, man and women. Whether her s/o is doing to to her, with his dick or her strap or she's doing it to them, she doesn't care.

Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I don't think she's a super serious person, usually. A joke or two always lighten the mood, and she tries to keep it that way. Although she knows when to switch off the joking.

Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she would try to keep herself real groomed down there. She's a real lady, she isn't gonna walk into the ring with dirty gear if you get what I mean.

Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be rough sometimes, get lost in it but she absolutely loves touching. Your and her hands grabbing at eachother everywhere. And I mean... who wouldn't want to touch her?

Jack off (masturbation)

She definitely does it but calms down with it when you two start dating. When she's away on missions she will send you videos of photos of her masturbating and her red lingerie. If you send her anything back she'll definitely be head over heels.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don't think I have to mention the obvious but she definitely likes to be in control. I think she'd also be into wearing a sexy outfit. She'd also probably be into being called "ma'am". She's not always dominant though, I do think there are times where she can be a real brat and likes being thrown around and bossed around.

Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, not to many distractions, it's nice and private. The bedroom has a nice romantic feeling to it that she likes, especially when she has control of the lights and music.

Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

After a fight she gets real worked up. Whether that's a mission or some guy at a bar. The thrill of the fight, the excitement she gets, the fear. Makes her feel alive.

No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I think if you weren't as passionate as her she would get turned off but in full honesty I don't think she gets turned off by much or wouldn't do anything big in particular. She's willing to try everything once.

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) .

She likes to give more than receive, it's more exciting to her. She's also really good at it so that's a plus. But it doesn't matter that much to her either way, she just loves see the look of her s/os face when they cum because of her.

Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think it really differs on the person but overall she likes fast and rough

Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc.)

She doesnt believe in quickies, she believes in passion and intimacy. If anything she's more into "longies". I mean she not 100% against them it probably depends how she feels in the moment but having quickies doesn't really do anything for her. She'd rather make it last and have the full experience.

Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She takes risks most definitely. Risks are part of what make her, her. Though she isn't some risk, "devil may care" kinda person. She tries to limit them, but she's not afraid to take a leap of faith. And if it don't work... she knows how to handle the consequences.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She usually has a lot of stamina, on a good night it's 3 hours. She can't always go all night like everyone now and then maybe she can. But most of the time it's 1 hour... maybe 2?

Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns them, she uses them but rather use them on her partner than her partner do it to her.

Unfair (how much do they like to tease)

Oh does she love to tease! She likes to do it because it's fun. She likes to see the face of the person when she shows them just how unfair she can be. She finds it quite... entertaining

Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.)

She can be really damn loud, why wouldn't she be? She wants her s/o to know just how much she's enjoying it.

Wild card (a random headcanon about the character)

She would like to experiment with her looks more, maybe dye her hair or wear a wacky outfit just for the sake of it.

X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes)

Idk how to answer this? I mean I think she may have had a belly button piercing but took it out so now it's healed over and just a scar.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty damn high. She's never had a problem with getting it on with her partners if you get what I mean and she's never had a problem finishing it.

Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep after sex)

Not very long after unless you two had sex after one of her missions, then it will be hard for her to fall asleep. But other than that not very long, it's a very relieving feeling and she just wants to relax after. I also think she'd want to cuddle after but you'd have to initiate it.

[alexiela73]

Can i have headcannons for mccree, hanzo, and blackwatch genji reacting to their trans (boy) kind getting bullied (in like a stalking ish way) and what they would do ? (Srry jcncn ik thats rly specific ive had a uh bad week if ya get me 😅)

If someone is stalking you, I am between call the police or go Rapunzel on his ass with a frying pan and see what he thinks then.

Also, was gonna post tomorrow but decided I couldn't wait.

McCree:

Something started to bother you a few weeks ago

No matter how many times he asked you about it, you'd brush it off and say it was nothing or that he was imagining it

Except, he knew he wasn't. Jesse KNEW you, possibly too well

There was something off. You weren't as...happy, anymore. You seemed to look over your shoulder more often, and you didn't look excited about going to work anymore

Jesse would hold you at night and could feel you were still awake, hours after having said goodnight, and once even felt your tears on his shirt

One day, Jesse brought you lunch at work. He hadn't even made it into the store fully yet when he spotted you, and you looked so uncomfortable

Standing maybe barely a foot from you was a taller man leaning on the counter, almost looming over you. Jesse could see he was talking to you, and there was a twisted smile on his face as whatever he was saying

When you moved away, he just got right back up in your space and Jesse could see the tears shimmering in your eyes from there

Beyond pissed, Jesse put on the most easy going smile, walked over and slammed down his metal hand on the counter. "Hey darlin'," he said, giving you a wink. "How's my boy doing today?"

Startled to see your boyfriend, you immediately stepped back again from what Jesse now saw was your coworker. The coworker looked just as surprised, immediately followed by disgust

"She's your girlfriend, huh?" he asked, looking down at you.

"He is my boyfriend," Jesse emphasized, gritting his teeth. "And ya, I'mma pretty lucky fella to have y/n. He's an incredible guy. Who're you, by the way?" he asked, pulling out one of his cigars and lighting it in the store.

You started to open your mouth to stop him, but he waved you off, taking your hand and pulling you from behind the counter to nestle against his side. Perhaps it was a little inappropriate, but you knew Jesse was just protecting you.

The guy clearly wasn't getting the hint. "She's obviously a girl, man. I don't know how she has you fooled, but I can see her tits through that shirt-"

"Who on earth is Joe hiring these days?" Jesse asked you. "Must be desperate to be pullin' chumps like this one in."

"The fuck did you say to me?" the guy started, moving in from behind the counter.

The worker had no time to react, as Jesse grabbed the man and suddenly flipped him on his back beside the register. The man started to yell, but Jesse had taken a long drag of his cigar- and now shoved it into the guys gaping maw, cowing his mouth with his bionic hand.

The guy started to scream, muffled by Jesse and you immediately grabbed Jesse's arm.

"Jesse," you whispered frantically. "Stop it, please. This guy isn't worth it-"

"No," he agreed, "but you are. Now, look here," he drawled, leaning down so his face was near the mans. "You ever get in his space again, ever shit on him again like that or if I ever, ever see him shed another tear because of your sorry ass, I'll cut your tongue out and shove it up that ass of yours. Got it? And trust me, kid- jail couldn't stop me."

When he let go, the guy rolled over and choked out the cigar, ashes and drops of blood.

"Did you have to be that rough?" you whispered, but pressed your face into his neck, pressing a kiss to his skin gently.

"Darlin'-" Jesse shook his head and led you out for your break.

Hanzo

You told Hanzo that you had been receiving some distressing emails as of late

You volunteered with a few different organizations, and you hadn't had any issues with anyone regarding you being trans, but clearly someone was bothered by it

It wouldn't have concerned you, but other then vague threats and rather nasty messages, there were some pictures sent to you as well

Some included you walking down the road on your day off, others were of you at work- you could see whoever is was had taken pictures of you at your main work and one of your volunteer groups.

Hanzo was understandably upset by this

"So someone is following you around and threatening you?" he had said, his lips pulled tight. "I see. Why don't you take one of the dragons with you to your groups- preferably Ramen. Udon is far too nosey," he said dismissively.

"I...no, that's okay. If I react to it, then this guy will get the satisfaction of knowing he's got me all bothered," you said, rubbing your chin before scritching Udons cheeks as he rolled onto your lap.

"It is bothering you, and if nothing else, its bothering me. If these aren't empty words, then I'd never forgive myself for doing nothing," he'd said.

Over the next few days, Ramen would go with you everywhere, usually in your bag. On the fifth day, Hanzo walked over to your main office at so-and-so company, pushing a man in front of him.

You recognized the man as a volunteer at the shelter. The noodles were on either side of them, hissing and snapping at the man like angry cats and batting at his legs.

"This is the man that has been stalking you and spewing those vile things about your manhood," Hanzo said, holding a camera- it looked expensive too.

He crushed it in his hand as if it were made of paper, causing the man to sputter angrily, before dropping it and immediately the two dragons pounced and started burning and batting it around.

"Really? Why? You seemed so nice-" you started to say, but the man spat at your feet.

"God made you a woman and you think you can change his will?" he snarled, making Hanzo roll his eyes.

A sharp shake made the man hiss, and you had no idea what bound his hands behind his back. "You will speak when I say you can, pathetic fool," Hanzo growled. "We'll be going to the police with this and getting a restraining order. I've had enough of this whelp and his presence."

Sighing, you knew Hanzo was right. Letting the man go would likely just cause further problems down the road.

"Okay. Just let me send an email saying I'm done early for the day," you said, before leaning over and to the mans disgust, you pecked Hanzo on the lips. "Thanks, baby."

Hanzo reached up, cupping your chin and swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. "Always," he said softly.

Blackwatch Genji

The person who started bullying you was one of the recruits

Sadly, it was someone you actually worked really well with, until he saw you changing in the mens room and saw your binder

Since then, it has been snarky comments, circulating whispers and some of the people who you did your workouts with stopped talking to you

It even turned to school based bullying- shoulder checks, getting tripped, your clothes getting stolen

This went on for a total of two weeks, because thats exactly how long your boyfriend was away on a mission

No one knew that you two were dating- Genji was cold to most, very distant, and was usually considered harsh. Plus, he was often in charge of the recruits work outs and training regimes, so it seemed like a bad idea to let people know the two of you were intimate

You had no idea that Genji was home that day, back at base. He'd decided to come and visit the recuits- he watched as McCree put you all through the works, not fully paying attention as he was looking at some cowboy magazine

Genji saw the moment you were tripped while doing the 20 km run- he saw exactly who did it and the way some of them snickered. Part of him wanted to come help you up, but he refrained

He asked McCree if he'd noticed any shift in behavior amongst the ranks, and to his surprise, McCree put down the magazine and looked much more serious

"I have. Some of the guys found out about y/n being trans and I guess it didn't sit well with them. Almost everyone at camp knows now, and he often sits alone. I tried talkin' to the brats, but they won't take me seriously and Reyes is still away," he grunts, rubbing his chin. Genji didn't often see him bothered like this.

The rage he felt was unexplainable.

You didn't see him, but you were able to get out of the locker room before the other guys were done with their routine. It was a bad day overall, and you needed to get to the mess hall to start dinner, as it was your turn tonight.

When the men were showering and changing, Genji slipped in and locked the door

The men were shocked- Genji had never entered the mens change room. He often referred to the idea being akin to changing with a herd of sloppy pigs.

The look in his eyes though- they'd only seen it on missions. It was bloodthirsty

"McCree tells me you all have an issue with y/n," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

One of the guys, the one who'd started the whole thing, had the audacity to laugh. "Y/n is actually a woman," he said. "Pretending to be a guy. Can you believe it? I can't believe they let her change in here with us. You wouldn't believe what its been like-"

Genji grabbed him by the throat, slamming him into a locker so hard the frame bent, and snatched the mans tongue. He started choking, and some of the guys backed further away, too scared to interfere.

Genji's reputation as to what happened to those who angered him was well known.

"You filthy bastard," Genji said, tilting his head, eyes glinting crimson. "It's like you want to die, don't you? I should cut out your tongue- it'd be easy," he said.

So quickly did the hand on the guys throat become his elbow pressing down on his airway, and something sharp pricked against the mans tongue, drawing blood.

"Should I? Cut out your tongue?"Genji asked, tilting his head.

There was silence, the recruit struggling to breathe. The minutes stretched, before finally Genji let go.

The man slid to the ground, gasping hard, a drip of blood on his chin.

When he looked at them all, Genji lifted his blade and slowly ran his finger down it. "The next time one of you touches him. Looks at him. So much as thinks about him like that again...I will kill you. I'll kill all of you and I won't hesitate...and no one will stop me," he said.

When he left, Genji went straight to you. He had no doubt everyone believed him.

When he found you, Genji embraced you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you," he had said low in your ear. "As you are."

Not knowing what he meant, you just hugged him tighter, sighing softly. "I love you too, Genji. Please don't leave again without me."

[darling-answers]

All I can think of is Blackwatch being the mafia and each blackwatch member owns a different type of control system.

Moira obviously owns the research and control center, her big mansion is filled with all kinds of knowledge over different groups, she single handedly exposed most politics for there selfish decision. Gaining control over controversy situations cause she able to outsmart all people. everyone can’t even try to beat the mafia when Ms O’Deorain fights legal cases and walks into the jury room planting false evidence and accusations as the judge sides with O’Deorain. She is the mafia financer and watched carefully and calculated over her and the mafia money.

“ this is a interesting hypothesis but nonetheless you have a flawed statement.”

Cole Cassidy is head of security, hiring people to do the petty work, protecting important figures in the mafia and making sure that the body guards that protecting the other members are doing there job correctly, he mostly the one sent on missions cause of being head of security. Everything had to be stabled as he makes sure to review every person who walks through the door. He hunts down and assigns guards a position for what mood he feels like it.

“ What the hell did you do? This wasn’t our plan, it was quick in and out, what you doing ruin everything.”

Genji newest and had just begun his position in the high rank mafia. As the newest member of the four they put him on assignment duty, he is the one that will be signing papers to have Cassidy assassinate them, while it not the funniest job, Genji makes sure that the contracts are filled in and no one is scamming the blackwatch mafia off with any payments. You can be expected that he is getting babysit by Moira.

“ Don’t you dare even think about trying to escape your payment, you are a hundred thousand dollars of debt. Don’t pay it next Friday and you won’t be the only one being punished. Foolish man.”

Gabriel Reyes Watches over all the accountability that comes with being a leader, he make the shots and calls for Genji, Moira and Cassidy and make sure none of them fuck up on there task. Rarely is he able to enjoy his time because he is always at meetings and finding stronger strategy’s to be able to counter rival mafias. If he even has a little time to relax, relax is going to there private gym and working himself to the break of exhaustion. Gabriel and Moira work more closely together since she the finance and she helps make hideouts all over the world for both the mafia and for just luxury purposes. 

It best if you don’t try to make a deal with the mafia blackwatch, they are literally the devil in disguise and will make sure that once you leave the deal, we’ll let just say that have never happen cause they will pull you back into there lies and manipulation.

Don’t even get me started on your job, there poor slut of an assistant. Only there to be there fuck toy and help them relax. But who am I kidding that your job you chose this. Oh you want to leave? Let just say your family won’t have a good time if you even think of breathing towards the direction of freedom

“ Ms Moira, I need you to grant me a request, we need a new base and we need tow trucks to move all the illegal activities. There is to many dangerous mafia trying to nab at our resources.

[leorawright]

ah!! requests are open :D

could i ask for reaper (maybe specifically blackwatch reyes?) married life headcannons? this cold man needs some sunshine in his life lol

Yay sunshine time!

Blackwatch!Reaper married life

Be prepared to be his emotional support most days

He's normally incredibly tried after dealing with the other Blackwatch agents all day

But being able to come home to you, he immediately relaxs

Cuddling is a necessity and he's often the little spoon without complaint

You're basically one of the few things holding his life together

Expect kisses whenever he leaves for work in the morning and as soon as he gets home

Anytime he's on vacation he prefers to spend the entire day with you just cuddling and watching movies

He's surprisingly soft for such a tough Blackwatch leader

But you're not complaining and he's definitely never complaining about you

You're one of the people in his life that he never speaks ill of because he loves you so much

[genjispeace]

Looks Good on You - Oneshot

In which you accidentally end up wearing one of Genji's hoodies. He likes the way you look in his clothes, maybe a little too much.

tags: smut, slight fluff, genji x reader, gender neutral reader but afab, unprotected sex, genji is a tease

a/n: i don't really write smut, so go easy on me lol but I hope you enjoy. also this is not meant to be accurate to the lore

(using the same gif as price of love because i am OBSESSED)

Living at Overwatch Headquarters has its pros and cons. You do get free food, and the security makes danger nearly impossible. The cons, though? Well, you somehow got roped into laundry duty as your chore for the week. It could be worse, at least. You could have gotten the chore of cleaning the mats in the training room again. That one was pretty bad. At least for laundry, you are basically sorting it out and delivering it to people. You pull a hoodie over your head and start to leave your room. The next load of laundry should be done by now, and you can sort it and take it to its owner, then start the next load, then you can finally head to bed. 

You know the instant you put the hoodie on that something is wrong. It doesn’t fit quite the same way that your clothes do. You don’t have the energy to change, though, so you don’t worry about it and head out your bedroom door.

It doesn’t take you long to reach the laundry room and you grab the empty basket meant  for the dry clothes. You take a look at the bottom of it, and see “GENJI SHIMADA” scrawled across the plastic surface in marker. So it’s Genji’s clothes you’ll be delivering tonight. Your stomach does a slight flip as you start to unload the dryer. You’ve always had a small crush on Genji, but you forced yourself to always push it away. Sure, he is alluring and handsome, but it had to be just like any other crush you would get over. It would never happen.

Unlike other crushes, though, it never went away. You would find yourself watching him train, entranced by his graceful yet calculated movements. You would find his eyes in a crowd of people. He’d bring a smile to your face every time he talked. Your skin would burn whenever his touch happened to graze it. It’s frustrating how he had such an effect on you, and it is even more frustrating that you’re sure it is one-sided. 

You push the thoughts of your pointless crush down and pick up his basket of clean clothes. His room is relatively close to the laundry room, so you thankfully don’t have much time to think about him on your way there. You reach his door and pin the basket against your hip to knock softly on the door. 

The door quickly opens, and your breath is nearly knocked out of your chest. Genji stands there, his black hair disheveled in a way that makes him look all too tempting. He’s wearing a fabric face mask loosely over the lower part of his face instead of his typical metal one. He has on sweatpants that hang low on his hips and a black long-sleeved shirt that is tight around his figure. You can nearly see the muscles of his abs through it, but you snap your vision back to his face quickly, worried he would catch you ogling otherwise. His crimson gaze watches you.

“I have your laundry,” you say. He steps aside, letting you walk into his room. You’ve been in his room before, having delivered his laundry multiple times. His lamp is the only light in the room, keeping it mostly dark. He closes the door behind you, walking to take the basket from you. 

“Is that my hoodie?” His voice is husky and slightly muffled from the mask. You frown, looking at the sleeves of the black hoodie.

“Is it?” You ask. It did feel strange when you put it on.

“Well, it has my last name on the back, so unless we got married without me knowing, I’d say you got mine,” he says with a slight chuckle as he puts his basket on the bed and starts taking the folded clothes out and stuffing them into his dresser. You laugh too, covering your mouth with your hand. 

“Nah, I married your brother and didn’t tell you,” you keep laughing. You remember once you mentioned how handsome you thought Genji’s brother was, and despite Genji and his brother  being on good terms now, Genji’s eyes darkened then. They darken now, too, and he shakes his head. He knows you’re joking, but there is still a spark of something in his crimson eyes. You talk yourself out of thinking it’s jealousy. He’s certainly not jealous of you talking about his brother. 

“Haha. Very funny,” he says. His muscles flex as he moves, and you have to fight the feeling of getting mesmerized by it. 

“Seriously, though, I’m sorry. Whoever did the laundry last must have given it to me by accident. I’ll give it back tomorrow,” you say. 

“Why not now?” Genji asks. He moves the now empty laundry basket to the floor, and his full attention is on you now. Your cheeks start to warm as he watches you, waiting for a response. He sits on the edge of his bed.

“Well, uh, I’m kinda not wearing anything under it,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up even more. You hope it’s dark enough for him to not notice, but you can see him clearly, so surely he can see you too. 

“Ah, well give it to me when you get the chance,” Genji says. He seems utterly unaffected by the thought of you wearing his hoodie with nothing under it. Though, you do notice the way his eyes glimmer, but you aren’t sure why. 

“Nope. It’s mine. I’m keeping it now,” you say, hoping to raise the tension you start to feel in the air as he watches you. 

“That’s fine. It looks good on you anyway,” Genji says, but there is no humor in his voice. Is he trying to joke, or is he serious? Surely, he’s messing with you. If it were possible, you’re sure your cheeks would heat even more. You want to change the subject so badly before you say something you’ll regret. He leans back in his bed, resting his hands behind himself. He looks too good like that, and you have to look away. You see his metal mask sitting on his dresser near you and reach out to it.

It feels hard in your grasp, and you hold it up to your face. It covers the lower part of your face. You glance at him over it, and find him watching you intently. His eyes dart along your face, then return to your eyes. 

“What do you think? Does it suit me?” You say, a slight giggle in your voice. Genji looks at you in silence, his eyes glazing like a fire. You start to take the mask away, but Genji moves  quickly and, in the blink of an eye, he is standing in front of you with a grasp on your wrist. You look up at him, through your lashes, confusion wracking your features. 

“Genji?” You ask. 

“Don’t do that,” he whispers softly. He sounds as out of breath as you feel. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. You try to pull the mask away, but he tightens his grasp and you stop trying to move. “I’ll take it off if I offended you.”

“That’s not it,” he says. 

“I-” you start, but cut yourself off. He’s standing close enough to you and his chest is nearly touching you, and you try to take a step back to clear your mind a bit, but you feel the wall against you. Did he back you against the wall? Your brain clouds with thoughts you should not be having about him. You try to walk away, but his spare hand moves against the wall and cages you in. 

“To be honest, you look fucking delectable. So irresistible,” he says. Your heart jumps in your chest as you look up at him. His crimson gaze holds yours, and a shiver runs up your spine. His voice is so low and husky, like it’s laced with desire. 

“Genji,” you sound breathless to your own ears. He releases the arm holding you, and you lower the mask. He reaches out, running his thumb along your lips. You almost sigh at the feeling of his touch against you. It’s his human hand, and his skin is so soft against you. You have to admit that you have thought about a moment like this before, but never thought it would actually happen. 

“Can I ask you something?” Genji asks. You nod. You’re pretty sure you would agree to anything he asks you right now. “Have you ever thought about fucking me?”

Your eyes widen, just slightly, at his question. You feel embarrassment start to invade your feelings. Of course you have thought about having sex with him before. Though, you are far too stubborn to admit it. You shake your head. Genji’s hand moves to the base of your skull, yanking on your hair and forcing a tilt in your head, so you have to look into his head. You sigh at the feeling of his hand in your hair, and you pray you don’t notice.

“You’re a bad liar,” he whispers. “You’re saying you’ve never thought about me?”

You aren’t able to shake your head again, but you don’t nod. How can you admit to something like that? Genji leans closer, until your face is practically touching the mask, then he dips his head. His hand that was caging you in pulls his mask down and you feel his lips press against your neck. It’s a barely-there kiss, but it’s enough to make your heart race and the mask slip out of your hands. It hits the floor with a clank, but neither of you seem to care. 

“Never thought about my lips?” He whispers against your skin. His hold on your hair starts to loosen, and he gives you enough space to get away from him if you want to, but you don’t move. His mouth returns to your neck, and you bite your tongue to stop a whimper from escaping as he sucks on the sensitive skin by your pulse point. His tongue darts out and runs along the spot he was sucking on, and you bite down hard on your lip. 

“Never thought about my tongue?” He says against your skin. Your knees almost buckle at his husky voice, especially when he presses another kiss to your neck. 

“Never,” you say again, but you can’t help the way you lean into his touch. He chuckles against your skin. 

“So, so stubborn,” he pushes his mask back into place, leaning away from you. It’s all a tease, like he’s playing a game with you. Your head spins. “It’s a shame you don’t want to tell me anything. I’d do whatever you wanted, angel.” 

“I-Genji?” You say. Your head still spins. Of course you have had thoughts like that about him. You have had feelings for him for a while now. You just thought he would never feel the same way about you. 

“Hm?” He says, his eyes burning.

“I’ve thought about you before…like that,” you say, embarrassment heating your face as you admit to it. 

“Like what?” He tilts his head to the side, feigning innocence. 

“You know what,” you say back, but he just shrugs. 

“I’m afraid I don’t. Fill me in, angel,” he says. You’re sure if you could see the lower half of his face, he would be smirking right now. He really wants to hear you say it before he does anything else. 

“I’ve thought about you fucking me before,” you practically scream out, your cheeks heating up even more. 

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” he says. You start to question him, but he grips your hips and spins you around, walking you to his bed. You fall against the mattress, his soft blankets greeting you. You reach to him, your hands twisting in his shirt as you pull him closer. God, you want to kiss him so badly. You always have. His hand reaches to you, sneaking under the hoodie and against your skin. You let out a soft sigh against his touch. You want more. You need more. 

“I want to kiss you,” you say softly, the words slipping out. He pauses, his hand freezing at its spot on your ribs. You look up to him, finding his crimson gaze. 

“Close your eyes,” he says, but you shake your head. 

“I want to see you, if you’re comfortable with that,” you say. You know he isn’t the most confident in his current state, but he is still beautiful to you. He raises one of his brows, but nods. He slowly releases you and lowers himself to his knees in front of you. He’s letting you take the mask off for him. You reach out, pulling one of the loops off of his ear, before pulling it the rest of the way off of his face. You drop it, but he catches it before it can hit the ground.

You’ve seen his face before here and there in passing, but never directly like this. You cup his face with your hands, a soft smile on your features. He’s so beautiful, scars and all. He always has been to you. He watches you, holding the mask in his hand as if he’s waiting for you to tell him to put it back on.

“You’re so beautiful,” you lean forward and press your lips to one of the bigger scars on his face, then you move your mouth down and press your lips against his. 

You start off slowly, giving him plenty of time to back away if he wants, but he never does. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, and it’s like something in him snaps. He quickly takes control back, dominating the kiss. His kiss is rough and needy, like he’s suffocating and you’re his very air. 

He stands up just enough to push you back against the bed, then lowers himself on top of you, all without breaking the kiss. His hands find their way to your wrists, pinning them above you. The command is simple enough. Stay.

His hands lower, down your arms and chest, until he reaches the bottom of your - his - hoodie. Your skin burns as if his touch leaves flames in its wake. He pushes the hoodie up slowly, until your chest is bare to him. His hands wander, one metal and one flesh, running across your skin. He pulls away from the kiss, and you can see the way his lips are slightly swollen. He looks down at you, his eyes tracing your body. You can’t help the shy feeling you get as he looks at you, and you start to move to cover yourself, but remember the way he pushed your hands into the mattress. He wants to look at you like this, completely under his control.

You feel his soft hair tickle your skin as he leans down and presses soft kisses into your stomach, trailing up until he is at your breasts. You take a sharp intake as he runs his hand along one of your breasts. It’s his metal one, and the coolness is a stark contrast to the heat of your body. He rolls it in between his fingers, pinching slightly. It takes every ounce of self-control you have to not moan.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers against your skin. Once you’re thoroughly flustered and he’s satisfied, he moves lower, until his lips are just above the waistband on the sweatpants you have on. He pauses, kneading your thighs through the fabric. 

“Please,” you say softly, and you see a smile on his face when you look down at him.

“I like the way you say that,” he says, then slips his finger under the waistband. You lift your hips enough for him to pull the pants down, and he takes your underwear with it. You’re completely bare now, and he’s still fully clothed. You don’t have any time to feel insecure, though, as he pushes your legs apart and settles on his knees by the end of the bed. 

His lips quickly attach to your thigh, sucking softly just like he did your neck. You know it’s going to bruise, but part of you is happy about that. Having a mark from him on your skin, it’s so arousing. 

One of his hands finds its way to your core, and you gasp at the contact. His metal hand just barely touches your sex, just barely ghosting along your clit, but it’s enough to make you clap your hand over your mouth to prevent any sound from escaping. The touch is gone as quickly as it came, and you yelp as you feel a slight pinch in your leg. It’s replaced with another lick, before Genji looks up at you.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth. I want to hear you, angel. I want to hear how I make you feel,” he says, his voice stern and eyes blazing. You whimper at the command, at the way he looks at you, at his hands kneading your thighs, at all of it. You drop your hand, obeying his order. A soft moan escapes your lips as he curls his finger, and he smiles. 

“Good. Keep making noises for me like that, yeah?” You nod, which makes him smile even wider. “Where is all that stubbornness now, hm? You’re so obedient.” 

You start to say something back, but when he presses a kiss against your clit, any response you had fizzles away and you let out a soft whimper. He continues licking at you, and you clench your legs around his head. You reach down and tangle one of your hands in his hair, whimpering at each lick. He brings his hand up, his metal one, and presses it against your entrance while continuing to suck on your clit. More. You need more. 

“Genji, please,” you whimper out, and it’s all he seems to need to hear. He presses one finger into you and your head falls back against the mattress. He pumps in and out in a painfully slow pace, but it’s still enough to have you writhing under him. You feel him pull his face away, just enough for him to look up at you. You feel him smile against you. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he says. His voice sounds like pure sin. 

“Don’t tease me, please,” you beg. 

“I don’t know, angel. I like teasing you,” he says, slowing down and pulling his face away. You whimper softly.

“Please,” you say the word again. 

“So fucking pretty,” he says, before adding another finger. He quickens the pace until you are a writhing, whimpering mess. You can’t even form any coherent thoughts. His thumb reaches to your clit, rubbing over it. 

“Genji,” you start to say something. He knows exactly what buttons of yours to push, and you are so close. 

“I know, angel. I know,” he says softly. Your legs start to shake as you feel your orgasm coming. Genji seems to notice the way your body is responding to him, and he picks up the pace. You throw your head back and moan. You squeeze your eyes shut and clutch onto the blankets under you as your orgasm rocks your entire body. It’s the best one you have ever had, and Genji seems to know that, because he gives you a minute to breathe before he does anything else. 

“I need you,” you say once you recover. 

“You have me,” Genji replies, rising from his knees and pulling his shirt over his head. His pale skin is covered in scars and the metal takes up about half of his torso and reaches down just slightly. His abs are still mostly flesh, as are his hips, which you can see over the waistband of his sweats. He doesn’t seem to mind your eyes on him, because he lets you watch him before he moves again. 

He reaches down to his waistband, sliding his sweatpants down his legs. He lets you watch as he does so, and your eyes trail below. You had been curious before if his cock was made of metal or flesh, and now you know it’s made out of flesh. His upper thighs are too, the metal starting around one of his legs. He cuts off your staring leaning over you and pressing your lips together once before pulling away again. 

“I have condoms in my nightstand,” he says, trailing off to give you the chance to answer.

“No,” you reply quickly. You want -  need - him, no barriers included. He raises an eyebrow, as if he expected another answer, but still wraps a hand around your ankle and pulls you down the bed. You yelp, caught off guard by the movement. You are much closer to him now. He seems to love the sight of you under him, because he has yet to look away from you. 

He tears his gaze away from you long enough to line up at your entrance. He looks back to your face, his crimson eyes watching you as he pushes inside you. You moan, but you can still hear the groan he releases. He sinks all the way into you, not moving at first as you both adjust to it. 

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside of you,” he whispers. 

“Genji,” you say his name, but it sounds more like you are pleading. He starts to move, quickly finding a rhythm in his thrusts. He leans down, pressing your lips together once again. His kiss is a little more sloppy now, but you still love the way his lips feel against yours. You wrap your hands around him, your nails digging slightly into his back. You have a feeling it’ll leave scratch marks on his skin side, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

He keeps going until you are another whimpering mess. It’s like he knows exactly how to get you to unravel for him. Your legs tremble around him and your nails dig into his shoulders. You moan his name as your orgasm rocks you, and his body seems to respond to both your orgasm and the sound of his name on your lips. 

His thrusts start to get less rhythmic, and you clench around him, which is enough to send him over the edge. His head falls onto your shoulder as his orgasm takes over his body. You hold onto him as he moans into your skin. It’s funny that he said you look pretty like this when you’re certain he is the most beautiful person you have ever seen. He eventually pulls his face away and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, before he pulls out and walks around the bed. He pulls the hoodie, which you just remembered you still had on, down over your body. You’re too fucked out to resist, but you don’t mind. His hoodie is comfortable anyway. 

You try to move, but your limbs don’t want to cooperate. It’s like they are made of jelly. He chuckles, pulling you up and bed before crawling in himself. He pulls you against him, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He presses another soft kiss to your skin. 

“I should wear your clothes more often,” you say with a slight giggle. He nods.

“You definitely should. Let me take you out sometime, though. Have a proper date,” he says. Your heart jumps in your chest. After all the two of you just did, you shouldn’t feel shy, but you still are. He wants this to happen again? He wants to…date you? You find a smile creeping its way up your features at the thought.  The two of you fall asleep like that, him holding you against his body, his face buried in your neck, you with a massive smile on your face. You should definitely wear his clothes more often.

[amorchai]

does anyone have any overwatch character x reader requests?

remember i write for genji, illari, kiriko + mercy!

[thinkingoflawrence]

The Missing Piece of Us by JjongsTeddybear - Overwatch (Video Game) archiveofourown.org/works/51547768

http://archiveofourown.org/works/51547768