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genjispeace · 1 year ago

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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.

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froggibus · 2 years ago

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Underneath The Tree - Genji Shimada

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

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Genji returns home from a mission just in time to see the decorations you’ve put out—and help you thoroughly enjoy them

CW: smut, very soft fucking, praise, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, overstim?, oral (f! receiving), fingering, fucking under the Christmas tree

merry christmas trogs. I don’t have much to post today but here’s a quick one about fucking Genji underneath the Christmas tree. most of this was written a while ago but some of it I finished like five minutes ago. not edited so sorry <3 love you guys. happy holidays

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Though you were used to Genji being needy after coming home from a mission, today he was insatiable. He comes through the door, throwing his bags onto the floor of the entrance and stumbles towards you.

You’re excited to show him the Christmas decorations you’d set up while he was away—especially the Christmas tree decorated in glittering lights. Of course, as soon as he reaches you and wraps his arms around you, the Christmas tree is long forgotten.

He plants a soft kiss to your lips, intertwining his body around yours. You reach up and tangle your fingers in his dark hair, tugging him closer to you.

You pull away and grin at him, “hey, baby. How was it?”

The groan that escapes his lips tells you everything you need to know. You reach up and fiddle with the strings on the black sweatshirt he’s wearing. “That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea,” he leans in for another kiss. “I’m so glad to be home. I’ve missed you so much. “

You use his collar as leverage to tug him back into you, “I’ve missed you too.”

His lips meet yours again but this time the kiss is deeper, rougher. He’s needy, you can tell that much. Any ounce of self restraint has left him, replaced only by what he’s needed for the past week without you.

You slip your hands down his chest, fingertips slipping under the hem of his sweater. Cool metal and warm skin meet your hands, the feeling so familiar it makes you relax instantly.

You tug on it, breaking the kiss and lifting it up over his head. You toss the fabric to the side and run your hands across his chest. You’ve missed this, having him around to hold and touch and play with.

Genji moans slightly when your hands ghost across his skin, lips moving away from yours and down to your jaw. He’s intoxicated by you, needy and never getting enough no matter how many times you do this.

“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom—“ you say between whimpers at the way he’s nibbling on your neck and jaw.

“No time,” he mumbles against your lips. His hands slip under your thighs to pick you up and lay you down on the floor, “this is fine.”

You giggle slightly. You’re laying down on the floor, your head and torso underneath the Christmas tree. The pretty lights behind Genji’s head illuminate his head like a halo.

“You’re so pretty baby.” He sucks marks onto your neck, fingers reaching under your shirt to fiddle with your bra.

You gasp when he manages to get his hands under the cups of your bra, running his thumbs over your sensitive nipples. You buck your hips against him, whimpering.

He pulls back from you, tugging your shirt and bra off in one swift motion. “So pretty,” he presses kisses to your chest, “my pretty baby.”

You’re flustered from his words, skin burning under his touch. You need him, maybe more than you ever have.

Genji presses his knee between your legs, digging it into your throbbing core. You whine for more, shivering at the vibrations when he laughs against your chest.

“N-need you, Gen,” you whine. “I need you so badly.”

Genji smirks, pulling back from your chest. He tugs off your pants, dipping a finger down to run across your panties. His finger is glistening when he pulls it away.

“Fuck,” he moans, “you’re so wet for me baby.”

You bite your lip and nod frantically, desperate for more contact. He pushes his finger inside of you through your soaked panties, the sudden intrusion making you cry out.

He pulls out and rips your panties off, brushing his thumb over your clit. He parts your thighs wider, making room for his head to fit. You can feel his hot breath on your sensitive skin, taunting you.

He looks up at you through those pretty lashes, cocking his head to the side, as if waiting for you to say something. You look at him pleadingly, and that’s all it takes for him to dive in.

You whine, thighs clenching around Genji’s head and eyes rolling back. His tongue laps at your throbbing clit and collects all of the slick that drips out of you. There’s something about way he has you laid down underneath the Christmas tree, your head resting on the tree skirt. The thought of it alone is almost enough to make you cum.

“Taste so good,” he mumbles into your pussy.

You whine and throw your head back, blinking away the tears. You haven’t even came, but waves of pleasure roll over you, threaten to overstimulate you before you even start. You clench your fists and curl your toes as your orgasm approaches.

Genji senses this and works faster, pushing two fingers into your drooling hole and working you open. He grazes his teeth ever so slightly against your clit, just enough to send you over the edge.

You whimper, thrusting your hips against his face. You squeeze your eyes shut, fire flooding through your body. Through the tears, you look up at the tree. The Christmas lights shimmer above you, blurry from the pleasure.

Genji cradles your head just as his tip prods your entrance. “You’re being so good for me, baby,” he mumbles, “think you can cum one more time?”

You shake your head. If this time is as intense as the last, you’re sure you’ll pass out if you cum again, but at the same time your pussy is aching. Desperate to feel him inside of you.

“That’s my girl,” he grins, slowly pushing his way inside of you.

After all this time, he still fills you perfectly. Your pussy stretches around his cock and when he bottoms out, you whine from the sensitivity.

He presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, giving you a second to adjust before thrusting into you. He starts slowly, desperate to feel your walls clench around him.

You reach up and claw at his shoulders. It’s all you can do to keep yourself conscious, your pussy fluttering around his hard cock.

Your own whines start to sound far away, echoing off of your ears. Your head is so fuzzy that everything feels like it’s happening to someone else.

You wrap your thighs around his waist, beckoning him closer. “G-Gen,” you whine, “I’m so close! Please I—“

He picks up his pace, fucking into you harder now. He reaches down to play with your clit, your cunt absolutely gushing onto him and soaking his cock and thighs.

“Hang on baby, I’m almost there!”

You try to hold on but one more harsh thrust forces you to come undone. Your muscles seize, tears pool at your eyes, and your juices drip out all over him.

Genji thrusts a few more times before pushing all the way in you, warm cum spurting inside of you. He relaxes against you, letting his cock pump you full.

He lays his head on your shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You can hardly speak, only nodding in response. He laughs at your state, kissing your shoulder.

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fruitfulcreations · 8 months ago

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Sit and Stay With Me (Genji Shimada x Reader)

Summary: The reader needs a break from chaos and goes to their favorite spot to watch the sea. Little do they know, Genji is watching them.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,224

A/N: Also posted on Ao3!

You felt the floor beneath you shaking, sending you skyrocketing off your bed. Of course it was just another explosion; you really should be used to them, but Junkrat and firecrackers should never be in the same sentence.

You grabbed for your noise-canceling headphones and shoved them onto your head, trying to do a few breathing exercises to calm down your racing heart.

After a few minutes of silence, you exhaled a ‘soft’ finally, only to hear another earth shattering boom, this one closer than the last.

“Are you fucking—” You tried to calm down, breathing sharply from your nose as you heard Junkrat cackling down the hallway. Rolling your eyes, you left your room promptly and made a beeline for the bay doors.

The bright sunlight down upon your skin, the warmth hitting you as soon as you wandered past the doors. Once you clambered up the set of stairs leading to the cliffside, you let your body relax.

That’s how you found yourself in your happy place: the cliff overlooking the sea in Gibraltar. It may sound cliche, but you could get lost staring at the sea; the salty yet pleasing smell and wonderful breeze would always ebb your worries away.

Gibraltar’s sea was possibly the most beautiful you’d ever seen. It was a lovely, dusky shade of blue, the sunlight reflecting gorgeously off it. If only you could stay here forever… you could get used to that.

Your muscles relaxed as you hugged your knees to your chest, a soft exhale escaping your lips. The booms were now a distant memory, your thoughts slowing as you lost yourself in the sea’s aroma.The silence was welcoming after the stress of earlier. Your eyes felt heavy, struggling to keep them open.

“I thought I’d find you here,” a deep voice rumbled behind you, jolting you awake. “Did I scare you?” Although Genji’s voice was placid, you swore you heard him holding back a laugh.

Your cheeks burnt fiercely and you tried to shake the blush growing away. “How many times do I have to tell you?! Don’t sneak up on me,” you playfully chastised the ninja.

This wasn’t the first time he’d snuck up on you when you weren’t paying attention; he thought it was hilarious how jumpy you were, while you had other thoughts. Eventually, you two would bully each other about it.

“I’m sorry.” Despite his apology, his tone was anything but apologetic. “Shall I leave and try again?”

Snorting, you failed to not roll your eyes. “Sure,” you said, your eyes glancing up at him. “Or… you can shut up and come sit with me.” You’d already moved over to make a spot for Genji, shifting until you were comfortable.

Genji sat silently beside you, watching the sea. He didn’t understand why you found it so beautiful, but then again there was so much to you that he still didn’t understand. He was learning it, though, bit by bit.

“It sure is beautiful, huh?” You mumbled, a dopey and serene smile playing on your lips.

The corner of Genji’s lip flicked up and leaned into you, his cool body pressing against your arm. “Yes, it is… there are many beautiful things in the world, Koibito*.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname, but you tried to ignore the way it fluttered. He’d been calling you that for a few weeks now and you still had no idea what it meant. Any time he used it around his brother, Hanzo would simply roll his eyes.

You lightly punched his arm. “Of course you’d say that. You’ve been all over the word.” Smiling, you leaned closer against Genji. “I’ve seen some of them too, you know.”

A loud laugh exploded from Genji. His cybernetic hand brushed over yours, brushing your digits. “You’re right, I have been all over the world.”

Your heart leapt into your chest again, your attempts to stop your blush from returning amounting to nothing. The only thing you could do was stare at Genji, slack jaw and red, his cool helmet doing nothing to ease the burn.

“But none of them compare to you,” his deep voice, soft, if only for you, sent vibrations against your skin.

All you wanted to do was kiss him silly. The thought made you dizzy, hitting you like a freight train. But you couldn’t deny his sweet words touched you deeply. Your body had a mind of its own, your head leaning against his, your body close, the other hand reaching up to touch his helmet. His touches mirrored your own, his long fingers starting from your cheek and stroking down your jawline and collarbone.

His touch felt like fire, starting deep in your belly. You couldn’t help but crave it again. And again. And again. You’d waited too long for this moment and you never wanted it to end. You’d never assumed he’d go for you; you’d heard the stories that he was a player and a ladies man.

In reality, you didn’t care what he considered you. Life was far too short to worry about things like that, you’d learned it the hard way. Your hands came up, clasping shakily against his helmet in a pitiful attempt to remove it.

Genji once again chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. His cold hands reached up and covered yours as he helped you remove his helmet. Once hidden golden eyes glanced up at you, darkening as they took you in. His perfectly sculpted lips tilted in a smirk.

“Like what you see?” He asked, his tongue gliding against his lower lip. He leaned in closer to you, his body shifting until it was nearly flush with yours, the touch almost like an embrace.

Your body felt hot as your mouth went dry, unable to speak.Any other day, you could go back and forth with Genji, sassing each other. But seeing him like this? You could only nod and bite your lip.

Your hand cupped his scarred cheeks, fingers tracing against the scar that adorned his face. Swallowing, you voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Genji leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss and closing the space between you both.

Your arms wrapped around Genji’s frame, feeling his rough and calloused lips press against your own. Your teeth clashed against his, the heat of the kisses leaving you a weak and dizzying mess.

“We could do this here…” He finally broke away to let you breathe. Genji’s eyes shimmered with untold desires, taking in everything. “Or we can go back to mine.”

“Yours,” you all but barked out, already in the process of jumping to your feet. You heard Genji chuckle underneath you. "Shut up," you warned him, unable to hide the blush moving down your body. God you needed him -- no. You wanted him.

Genji picked his helmet up and clicked it back into pace. You tried to hide your disappointment, but he caught it and smirked your way.

“I need my hands free,” he said. Within seconds, he’d picked you up bridal style and made a dash for his room. He wouldn’t tell you, but he lavished the way you clung to him.

There were numerous noise complaints that night. 'Payback', you'd tell them.

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lots-of-sun · 6 months ago

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A/n: This is a requested piece, thank you so much for it and I really hope you enjoy! Also, I apologize that this took so long to get out, I've been busy with a lot of work at the moment.

@starheadsstuff: Hello i am here to propose a request about our boy Izaki Shun in the Crows Zero II. Not much people write about them and i saw you we're taking request so here i am !!

Izaki Shun x Fem!Reader

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS

The rhythmic sound of the train tracks is almost expected, the same noise I'd heard for as long as I can remember. It rocks and squeaks slightly with age, the district not having enough funds to get a newer model. No one really take this train anymore, it's off the main routes and most don't put in the effort to take a scenic ride on the outskirts of the city. But that's what I like, no one's ever there to bother me. Well that was until six months ago.

He'd shown up on a hot summer afternoon, looking confused at the empty train. It'd only been two stops since mine, having just finished school for the day. His gaze was calculated, looking down towards where I sat, then back the other way. I'd looked away when his gaze brushed over me, my mind suddenly finding the window interesting. A seat by the lengthy windows, far from where I'd sat, was where he chose to sit. The entire ride until my stop, he barely made a noise and had his eyes glued to the scenery that passed by, he was like a statue. After that ride, I didn't see him for a few days and I almost forgot about him completely. Until he showed up again. This time when he stepped into the again empty car, he spoke.

"Is this a ghost train or something?" He had asked, a short chuckle leaving his mouth.

"Or something" I responded with a small smile. He'd returned it before taking the same seat he did last time.

It went on like that for months, small conversation that lead into him moving to closer seats. Then it was full conversations and sitting in the same booth as me. Now it's like routine for him to take this train, talk for the thirty minute ride until I get off and repeat the same process the next day. There was no denying he was strategic and nice and... attractive. We'd gotten close over the months and I had to admit, it was pleasant having someone to talk to.

Today wasn't much different from any other and as I sat down on that worn seat I'd sat in for years, I felt myself relax a bit. It was normal for me to feel at ease on this always vacant train, but as of late, as we approach his stop, I grow nervous. Do I look good today? Is my hair a mess? What if my clothes are dirty and I just can't tell?

A flurry of shallow doubt comes on, even when I'm sure he wouldn't notice even if I was in absolute disarray. Would he even care? Does he care? A heat rises to my cheeks at the thought of my unsure feelings being somewhat reciprocated.

The trains breaks screech, signaling the stop is here already. Suddenly I find myself fixing my hair quickly, restraining myself from fiddling any more than I already am. The slight hiss of the door opening and the sound of heavy sneakers is the only sound that draws my attention to the entrance. And there he is, taking calm strikes towards where I'm sat, his usual small smile plastered on his lips.

"Hey, Train Guy, what sensational stories to do have for me today?" My tone is beyond sarcastic, a smile making its way onto my face. He'd told me about many instances that have happened at Suzuran, bloody fights, the hierarchy, his goals. They were all very entertaining.

"I told you already, my name is Izaki. And not much, Genji's doing my head in" His answer is delivered casually as he slips into the seat in front of me, the train beginning to move.

"So the usual then?" I respond with a smirk. His only reaction is a short nod and an equally as wide smirk that mirrors mine. A short silence stretches on between us before he decids to speak.

"How's school?" His question is short, but genuine and he clears his throat afterwards, like it was hard for him to say. I narrow my eyes slightly at him, trying to read him. He'd never really had trouble saying what he wanted.

"It's good, exams are over finally so I'm basically free for the rest of the term" I answer with a tone of relief, enjoying the thought of no more stressful papers to complete.

He again nods shortly, looking out the window at the passing environment, while I watch his side profile. God, he's so handsome. I wonder what he might be thinking right now, where his mind has escaped to. The gentle sway of the train's movement is calming and I try not to stare too much.

"Still no boyfriend?" He asks suddenly, his voice inquisitive. It catches me so off guard I almost choke on my own spit.

"Uh- No, definitely not" My voice shakes slightly with nervousness, who the hell asks that out of the blue?

"Good" The one word answer pushes me further into shock, I keep my eyes on him as he turns his head to face me again. And he looks pleased, an expression I don't see him wear often. "Because I want you to be mine"

It's blunt and leaves my mouth agape, my mind struggles to process his words without malfunctioning. I close my mouth finally, looking down at my lap with heated cheeks.

"You shouldn't joke about that" I say softly, deflecting his obvious confession. I can feel his eyes on me and I keep my gaze away.

"I'm not joking, but I will understand if I'm not who you want" His voice is lowered, like he's trying to calm me.

"I do want you- you just can't be so blunt all the time" I respond, finally looking up at him. There's a wide smile that sits on his face, like this is the happiest moment of his life. I can't help but mirror his expression.

"Being blunt is easier than beating around the bush" He says conclusively, this time keeping his eyes on me and I can't seem to break away from his gaze either.

I give a small nod, it's the only reply I can muster. The rest of that train ride was a sort of bliss, the kind that follows a tense moment. We discuss where we should go for a date and he slips in a few jokes, meant for someone who's more than just his friend. And for once, I'm glad to not be the only one on this train.

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softtashoney · 13 days ago

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FOUR — “SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW” [KEANE]

Ever since you got back from Osaka, it’s been nonstop.

Between the start of the men’s volleyball season, wrangling your girls during their off-season, keeping up with brand deals Kenma lined up, managing content obligations, and squeezing in time for your friends… you’ve been crashing into bed every night and knocking out like a light. It’s nothing new—October always hits hard. That’s just how life’s been the last few years.

Which is probably why you don’t notice the changes at first.

And when you finally do start to notice… what drives you crazy is that you can’t exactly prove anything.

It’s small stuff. The kind of things that are easy to dismiss—unless you’re paying attention.

Sometimes, you call the main line at LEAF to reach Haru, and Ayame tells you he’s in a meeting—asks if you want to leave a message—and somehow, those messages never make it to him. Other times, you’ll drop off lunch or a snack, only to find it’s been tossed or “never delivered.” Worst of all are the times she acts like she doesn’t know who you are. Makes snide comments like, “Oh, I forgot he had a girlfriend. You don’t come by much, do you?”

Which is complete bullshit. You stop by at least twice a week.

You bring it up to Haru. Once. Twice. A few times.

Usually when you’re curled up on the couch together watching a movie—or at least, you’re trying to watch while he’s scrolling through work emails. Every time you mention it, he waves it off. Says Ayame’s still adjusting, still learning the ropes. That she means well. That she’s doing her best.

And each time… you feel a little smaller. Like you’re being dramatic. Like maybe you’re the one overreacting.

But your gut won’t shut up.

Ayame isn’t clumsy. She’s calculated. She’s testing boundaries—seeing how far she can push before anyone pushes back.

And if Haru refuses to see it… what the hell are you supposed to do?

So you do the only thing you can do: throw yourself even deeper into your work, your people, your routines. You bury yourself in your other priorities and try not to care about what’s unraveling in your relationship.

You live together. You don’t have to see him all the time. You’re busy. You’re tired. What’s the harm in staying distracted?

Maybe if you keep moving, you won’t feel the distance growing between you.

Maybe you won’t notice how far you’re drifting.

Or how lonely it’s starting to feel.

It’s a Saturday night.

These have always been sacred. Reserved for you and Haru’s late-night ramen runs—a quiet, consistent tradition since the start of your relationship. Everyone in your circle knows it. It’s one of those unspoken rituals.

So when you call Alisa at 9PM and ask if she’s free to grab ramen, she’s caught off guard. It’s not unheard of… but it’s strange. This night has always belonged to Haru.

Still, Alisa doesn’t ask any questions. Her intuition is too sharp for that.

She just says yes and asks for the address.

Of course it’s Mr. Kim’s place.

Everyone in your group has been there. If someone’s close to the youngest Iwaizumi, Genji’s little hole-in-the-wall ramen shop is practically a rite of passage. You and Alisa claim a tiny circular table in the back, barely big enough for two.

Genji comes by to take your order, smiling like usual—but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes when he asks, almost casually, “No Haru tonight?”

“Oh, he had a last-minute business trip to Kyoto,” you say, waving your hand like it’s no big deal.

It’s a lie.

Haru never does last-minute anything. Chiyo always kept their schedule locked down weeks in advance.

Genji nods and disappears into the kitchen. Alisa, meanwhile, gives you a look.

“What?” you mutter, pulling at your straw.

She rests her elbow on the table, chin perched in her palm. “You gonna tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, come on, babes. You really think I haven’t noticed how absent Haru’s been this month? Now he’s suddenly out of town on a Saturday? Your Saturday?” She leans back, arms crossed. “I can’t even remember the last time I spent one with you.”

“He’s just been really busy, Alisa,” you say, frowning as you take a long sip of water. “What’s wrong with wanting to hang out with my best friend?”

“Nothing is wrong with that. I love spending time with you.” Her voice softens. “I just… I’m worried. You haven’t been yourself since Osaka.”

You laugh, a little too quickly. “I’m fine. Just tired. Been go-go-go since I got back.”

Alisa doesn’t look convinced. “If you say so. You’d tell me if something was really wrong though… right?”

“Duh.” You tip your head and smile. You hope it lands. That it looks more convincing than it feels. “You don’t need to worry. I’m okay.”

Just as the lie leaves your mouth, Genji reappears, placing two steaming bowls of ramen in front of you. You both thank him, and the topic shifts. You talk about everything but Haru for the rest of the night—gossip, drama, Alisa’s latest shoot—and by the time you look up, it’s nearly 1AM.

At some point, Genji breaks out his special sake just for the two of you. He stays late, even calls you a cab, only locking up once you’re safely inside.

That night, the two of you curl up in the king-sized bed at the penthouse, surrounded by pillows, fluffy blankets, and half-eaten snacks. You watch shitty rom-coms until your eyes droop and sleep creeps in—falling asleep mid-movie, tangled up in comfort and quiet solidarity.

With how busy Haru’s been lately, it’s hard to find time for his family—but there’s one standing tradition that never wavers. Once a month, without fail, the two of you visit his father for dinner.

Haru’s mother passed away when he was young, which is probably why Chiyo, ever-present and always put together, stepped into a maternal role. She usually joins these dinners—makes sense, considering she has her own little residence on the Saito Estate.

Kazuya Saito, founder of LEAF Industries, built the company from the ground up. He’s always been generous, and he’s taken care of Chiyo ever since she stood beside him in the company’s earliest days. She was close with Haru’s mother, and after her passing, took it upon herself to look after the boy. Now she lives comfortably in the guest house and still runs a good portion of Kazuya’s world.

It’s a Sunday—family dinner night. And Chiyo long ago banned all work on weekends. Especially Sundays. In her presence, working on a Sunday is basically a sin. She’ll slam your laptop shut, scold you half to death, and force-feed you cookies until you surrender.

Normally, you and Haru would arrive together. After all, you live together.

But today?

He got called into the office. Again.

Which means you’re walking into the estate alone, already rehearsing what you’ll say to cushion Chiyo’s inevitable disapproval.

You dress casually. These dinners aren’t supposed to be fancy. With the weather cooling down, you go for a fitted tee, jeans, and the bomber jacket you stole from your brother years ago. The gates open automatically as your car rolls up—you’ve got the sensor sticker—so you pull into the winding drive and park.

Keys jingle as you shut off the engine and reach over the console for your purse. You sling the strap over your shoulder, grip it a little tighter than usual, and make your way to the front door.

It swings open before you can knock.

Chiyo stands there in her lounge pants and orthopedic hip brace, smiling wide.

“I’ve missed your beautiful face, sweetheart,” she beams, arms open.

You sink into her hug with zero hesitation. “I’ve missed yours too, Chiyo.”

But the warmth fades fast.

“Where’s Haru?” she asks, peering past you toward your car in the driveway.

You hesitate. “He… got called into work. Said he’d be a little late.”

Just like that, her entire expression shifts. Her eyes narrow, lips tightening into a line. “Who the hell authorized that? He’s not supposed to work weekends. I banned that shit years ago.”

She ushers you inside, slow but clearly fired up.

“It’s the girl they hired to fill in for you,” you explain, keeping your tone as neutral as you can. “She’s been calling him in a lot. Last-minute meetings. Trips. Last Saturday she sent him to Kyoto, said it was urgent.”

Chiyo’s eyes sharpen. “What do you mean, ‘the girl they hired’? I specifically told them to have Kaiya fill in. She knows Haru’s schedule better than most.”

You frown. “Apparently HR brought someone in from outside. Her name’s Ayame Takashi.”

Chiyo’s jaw tightens. “Haru knows better. His October was fully scheduled before I stepped back. No reason for all these weekend fires.”

Your stomach twists. So this wasn’t in the original plan?

Before you can respond, Kazuya enters the room, scanning for his son.

“Where’s Haru?”

Chiyo beats you to it. “His new assistant keeps calling him in. Unplanned meetings. Weekend work.”

Kazuya frowns. “Kaiya wouldn’t do that.”

He looks at you—his ‘future daughter-in-law,’ as he always calls you—and you answer gently, “HR didn’t assign Kaiya. They went with someone else.”

The older man scoffs. “Absurd. So he’s on a trip?”

You shake your head. “That was last weekend. Today Ayame said he had urgent files to sign in person.”

“Files that couldn’t be emailed?” he asks, clearly annoyed. “And why is she even working on a Sunday?”

You shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine, Old Man. I’m starving, though. Let’s just eat. Who knows when he’ll show—he’s been coming home late all week.”

Chiyo and Kazuya exchange a loaded look before agreeing.

You all move to the informal dining room. It’s a cozy table, meant for eight—much smaller than the formal buffet hall next door, but always preferred. Staff begins to bring out food, and conversation shifts to lighter things.

You tell them about the Alders’ opening game—how electric the atmosphere was, how unreal Kageyama looked on the court. You talk with your hands, animated, voice bright. Chiyo and Kazuya listen, nodding, asking questions—clearly charmed by your energy.

By the time Haru finally walks in, dessert’s already on the table.

He looks exhausted. He offers a soft smile, kisses your hair, and takes the seat beside you.

Chiyo lifts her hand to summon a plate for him, but he waves her off. “It’s okay,” he says. “Ayame brought me dinner at the office.”

The words hit like a slap. Your grip tightens around your fork.

Across the table, Chiyo’s face darkens—but she stays quiet. For now.

Kazuya, ever the diplomat, gently steers the conversation back to your trip to Osaka.

But your mind? It’s stuck on that one sentence.

Ayame brought him dinner.

And just like that, the crack you’ve been ignoring widens.

It’s the Friday before Halloween, and you’re squished between Kuroo and Kenma on their ridiculously plush couch, all three of you stuffed into Pokémon onesies.

You’re Pikachu, obviously. Kenma’s in his favorite Umbreon outfit, and Kuroo—eternal menace—is decked out as Squirtle, complete with black shades despite the dim lighting. Because of course.

Every October, you and Kenma host a Halloween-themed stream. This year’s costumes were chosen by Kenma because he’s been on a Pokémon kick. He ordered the outfits weeks ago. So far tonight, you’ve rotated through Mario Party, Mario Kart, and Mortal Kombat—which got so heated Kuroo had to physically separate you two three separate times before banning it altogether. Now you’re playing Overcooked, and even that’s devolved into shrieking, sabotage, and someone threatening to “yeet” the other off the couch.

Eventually, the stream wraps. Kuroo slips onto the balcony to take a work call, leaving you and Kenma alone in the glow of your screens.

You lean over and steal a bite of his strawberry Pocky without asking, mid-chew when he speaks.

“So…” Kenma shifts on the couch, eyes still on the screen. “Are we gonna talk about it? Or pretend everything’s fine?”

There’s no heat in his voice—just calm, quiet accuracy.

Your hand freezes midair. Slowly, you sink back into the couch and look away. “…What are you talking about?”

He exhales like you’ve said something exhausting. “Whatever’s going on with you and Prince Tokyo. Do I need to make a spreadsheet? Because I will.”

You scoff. “Nothing’s going on, Kenny.”

“Mmhmm.” His blank face stares back, unimpressed—the look that says I can smell your bullshit from here.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Then stop lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

“You’ve been off for weeks. Like… full zombie mode. Which is wild, considering you were glowing like a literal goddess in Osaka. Want me to pull the receipts?” His hand’s already reaching for his phone.

You kick him lightly in the thigh. “God, you’re so annoying sometimes. I’ve just been busy, okay?”

He doesn’t even flinch. “The same kind of busy you are every October? You weren’t dragging yourself around last year. Or the year before.”

“Wow. You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself, Lord Kodzuken.”

“You know I suck at lying,” he says, shrugging like it’s not his problem.

Silence settles. Not heavy, just… full. Of things you’re not saying. Of truths you don’t have the energy to explain. He doesn’t press. You don’t push back.

Eventually, he grabs a different controller and nods toward the screen. “Alright. If you’re gonna fake being fine, wanna go kill some zombies in COD?”

You glance over, lips twitching into a tired smile. “Always.”

Thirty minutes later, Kuroo walks back into the living room to utter chaos. Kenma is screaming at the TV, one hand gripping the controller, the other flailing like he’s coaching a national team.

“These mechanics are fucking broken! Who coded this shit—toddlers?!”

You’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, collapsing sideways into the cushions with tears in your eyes.

Kuroo stops, surveys the scene, sighs—and turns right back around.

Nope. He’s not getting involved in whatever boss fight this is.

You wake up sprawled across one end of the sectional, limbs tangled in a mess of fleece blankets. Across from you, Kenma’s half hanging off the other side like a broken marionette.

Your nose twitches. Something smells good.

With a groan, you shove the blankets off and stumble to your feet, blinking against the soft morning light spilling through the penthouse windows.

Across the open layout, you spot Kuroo in the kitchen—his hair an absolute disaster, flipping bacon while occasionally stirring a pot of what looks like miso soup.

“Ugh,” you mutter, slumping onto a stool at the island, “have I ever told you that I love you?”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re hungover,” he replies without glancing up, wearing that stupid smug grin that makes you want to throw a spoon at him.

“No,” you grumble, face smooshed against the counter. “Just exhausted because Kenma kept me up until four in the goddamn morning. And not even playing games! He made me watch Primitive Survival Tool videos on YouTube for hours.”

Kuroo snorts so hard it sounds like something actually died in his throat. “He’s been on that kick for weeks.”

You reach for your phone and start scrolling through your notifications with half-lidded eyes. Email. Updates. Mentions. Then—

You freeze.

The air whooshes out of your lungs.

J SPORTS wants to interview you. About your rise in the volleyball world—both as a manager and a content creator.

Holy. Shit.

Kuroo looks over just in time to witness your wheeze-squeal, somewhere between a dying bird and a choked whistle.

“Uh. Everything good?” he asks, trying—and failing—to sound casual.

You thrust your phone in his direction like it’s on fire.

He blinks. Then squints. Then his jaw drops. “Holy shit, this is huge! You have to say yes. Like—if you don’t—I swear to God, I’ll strangle you with this kitchen towel.”

“Obviously I’m saying yes, dipshit!” you snap, snatching your phone back like it’s a sacred artifact.

There’s groaning behind you. Kenma trudges into the kitchen like a sleep-deprived cryptid, hoodie sleeves covering his hands, rubbing at his eyes. “Say yes to what?”

“Our baby girl got an interview offer from J SPORTS,” Kuroo crows like a proud dad, arms spread wide like he’s announcing a royal engagement. “She’s growing up so fast!”

Kenma blinks. Processes. Yawns. Then shrugs. “I’ll help you go over the contract after we eat. But… yeah. You’re doing it.”

“Excuse me?” you sputter. “You can’t just decide that for me—”

“I can.” He plops down beside you, swipes your phone, and flips it face-down on the counter. “Now shut up and eat. You’re both being too loud.”

An interview. With freaking J SPORTS.

Your heart won’t stop racing.

You’re not sure if you’re about to cry, faint, or both.

…Probably both.

A/N: helloooo, hope you guys enjoyed this one!! :-) tip of the iceberg is shown, there’s a lot more beneath the surface!!

as always comment to be added to the tagslist!!

likes, reblog, comments, thoughts/opinions are all very much appreciated!!! <3

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jellijellybean · 1 year ago

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this is so dumb, don't make fun of me, but something tells me that genji shimada would be the sweetest service top ever. maybe it's the softness in his voice or just how kind his words can be or maybe i'm projecting but damnit since my radar is going haywire i might as well speak my truth. [mdni]

alright alright, imagine him on top, hands ghosting over your sides while his face hovers near yours. soft kisses pressing into the crook of your neck while he's whispering sweet-nothings that has your face flushing and your stomach filling with butterflies. it's natural to him. always knowing the right words to say, how beautiful you look, how he's just so lucky to have you here with him. he's mumbling on about how he feels so honored you want him, of all people, when he's lining himself up and before you know it — it hits you. hard.

hard enough to leave you twitchy when a sudden shaky gasp leaves your chest rattling. genji takes a moment, shushing and cooing at you softly, “breath as best you can okay? it'll start to feel better soon.” he'll say, brushing the hair out of your face, “..there you go.. take deep breaths.” and he's right.

you can feel the way he throbs inside that sends a zip up your spine from the way it felt. it doesn't help that you can hear how his breathing slowly grows soft and ragged and airy from the feeling of you right in front of him.

he's still kissing your neck and jaw, gently rocking his hips back and forth to get you accustomed to the feeling. “doesn't this feel good, my love?” he's whispering into your ear, lips grazing over the skin, when he begins to use a bit more force in the way he moves, “hah.. let's both feel good together.” you can hear the softness in his voice that slowly bleeds into a chuckle that draws out into a soft groan — can feel his limbs curl around your waist to tug you even closer, to press himself even deeper.

your arms wrap around his shoulders to embrace him and his body — getting lost in the sensation of his hips moving against yours in a soft but steady pace. it's enough to make your mind hazy, your eyes trailing over his chest and face because right now, all you can focus on is him. on the way his voice shakes and how soft he gasps when he starts to get a bit faster. the whiny moans that leave him when you see just how encouraged by your reactions he is.

you can feel the way his hands hold you even tighter, nails digging softly into your hips when he leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips — a soft kiss that turns into another and then another. his desperation having a slight sweet taste that seems to envelope you, embracing you until you begin to crave more and more.

ok i'm done, but do you see the vision. genji just fr gives me soft vibes. like i just think he'd be the best at making sure it also feels good for you too because he was taught that his body is nothing more than a weapon, a tool to be used. a sad sentiment that he can't help but feel a little guilty for embracing when he's with you. because with you, he can forget the troubles of his family and just focus on you. on the way you make him feel and, well, the way you feel! he's meant to be used and honestly, he's more than happy to be of service to you whenever he can be.

#genji shimada #genji overwatch #genji smut #shut up shut up shut up #i KNOW ok ;-;#sorry.#just can't believe i thought of this #genji x reader #why did i write this at one am.#so... sleeb #jelly thinks

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mariaisadora · 9 months ago

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What you reap is what you sow.

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It's been months since anyone has seen you since the engagement of niran and satya during the party. You've isolated yourself in your room, only going out once in a while to go back to what used to be you and niran's special oak tree, only for you to continue weeping once more. Everything hurt. Every single thing you did reminded you of him. Flowers, nature, books, writing, watching a movie, no matter what you did to keep your mind off of him, it would always wander back to the times you used to do those very things but with him. Niran pruksamanee. The man who swore to you that you were his light, his diamond, the girl he wants to marry. The man who has completely abandoned you to run away with his true love, his best friend, Satya Vaswani. Oh how bitter you felt at the two of them. But who could blame you?

It was just a regular weekend, although, for you..regular meant crying your eyes out and screaming into your pillow. You wanted to go out, and so you did. You got up and dressed yourself nicely, hoping that maybe Niran would come to his senses and realize he loved you. Hoping that maybe Niran would be under your guys' special oak tree, waiting for you.

“of course not.” You laughed to yourself, feeling humiliated for even thinking of such. Sinking down on the grass, allowing yourself to weep once more, you hear a voice above you.

“I haven't seen you in a while..Y/N.”

You look up to see a familiar cyborg, a small smile appearing on your face..it felt a little odd. You haven't smiled in a long time after all.

“Genji!” you exclaimed happily, you hadn't realized how much you needed another human being's interaction right now. You felt so happy to finally see and talk to someone for once instead of just being lonely.

The ninja jumps down, offering you a flower he plucked off of the ground just now.

“As beautiful as ever, even when you're crying.”

You hesitate to take the flower, it's not that you didn't want it. It just..reminded you of him. It seems as this doesn't go unnoticed to the ninja, putting the flower away as he sank to the grass sitting next to you.

“I'm..sorry for what happened during the party.”

“It's alright, Genji. You shouldn't even be apologizing, it's not your fault!”

“I know but..he hurt you. Someone has to apologize for making one of gods' angels cry.”

“Haha! Genji, still a flirt i see.”

The ninja looks at you, although you couldn't see his face, you swore there was a sad look in his eyes when you saw a glimpse through his visor.

“o-oh..did i..say something wrong?”

“.....”

“Genji..? I'm sorry if i said so-”

“He didn't deserve you.”

“Huh?”

“He doesn't. Deserve you.”

“What are you talking about, genji?”

“You-..” He looks at you before sighing, “You're beautiful.”

You felt warmth spread across your cheeks before brushing it off to let him talk.

“You were kind. You helped everyone around you, putting your own self last even though you didn't need to. You did your best to make your relationship work, and HE-.....”

The cyborg clutches his first, anger dripping in his tone before taking a deep breath, calming himself down before taking off his visor to look at you in the eyes.

“He...hurt you.”

Tears well up in your eyes, feeling emotional not only at the mention of Niran, but also because someone cared.

“If you don't mind me asking, Why do you care so much, Genji?”

Genji looks at you with such loving eyes, the same look you once saw Niran give you before he left with Satya. But strangely, instead of feeling hurt, it felt..nice. You gave him an understanding smile before leaning your head on his shoulder.

It's gonna take a long while to move on from Niran. He was your first love after all, but maybe..just maybe, theres still a chance for a happy ending afterall.

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It's been a few weeks since you and genji met at the oak tree, He's been visiting you alot more often. Although you find yourself often crying over Niran most of the time, Genji doesn't mind comforting you every single time. You were glad for his help, for his comfort. You don't think you would've been able to do it alone.

“Genji..you don't have to do this, you know?” You wipe your tears before accepting the tub of your favorite flavor ice cream that he was offering you.

“I know, but i want to.”

You smile, theres a real connection between the two of you. You felt yourself ease up alot more when he was around, he acted as if he was your emotional support system. You were thankful for it.

The night went on as normal, with the two of you watching a movie, all cuddled up together as you ate some snacks. The movie ends and you guys are barely able to stay awake, the coolness of his metallic body touching your warmer one was the perfect temperature while wrapped up in a cozy blanket. Before dozing off to sleep, you mumble a small but audible “I love you” to the ninja.

It's safe to say the ninja barely slept that night, your soft and sleepy look in his arms, all comfortable and content as you whispered you loved him repeating on his head like a record being played without a stop button.

______________....❔

“She's..what?”

Niran's eyes widened, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes as he stared at the new couple walk into the room.

“She's dating Genji now, isn't that lovely, Bua?” His fiancé Satya replied.

“...no..”

He felt his head spin, feeling a sharp pang pierce his chest, almost like he was shot. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of His y/n being with someone else. Let alone a co-worker.

Wait...

His?

His Y/N?

“YOUR Y/N?... Pruksamanee, Are you TRYING to be funny or are you truly THAT idiotic?“

Of course.

How idiotic he was.

You were no longer his.

And he no longer loved you.

He has a fiancé.

So why..

Why did he find himself begging at your feet like you did to him all those months ago, repeating the same words you once said to him. Why?

“Please..y/n..You still love me..don't you?”

“I'm sorry, Niran.” You said quietly before turning your back on him, the same action he once did that shattered your heart for ages. Now you were doing it to him. A hint of guilt hitting your chest as you heard him cry out and beg for you before another voice speaks out.

You smile, looking at your new partner with love and adoration as he stood up for you. You were with the right person now, you were sure of it.

“You reap what you sow, pruksamanee. You lost her. Now deal with it, like she's had to deal with the heartbreak over YOUR betrayal all those months ago.”

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A/N : aaaAAA I'M SO SORRY I FEEL LIKE MY ENGLISH SUCKS ASSS IN THIS FIC I COULDNT FIND THE RIGHT WORDS FOR ANYTHINGGG

This is my first time writing a genji x writer fic!! Its so lovely writing for him but also so difficult given that hes not yk..fully human.. i still hope you enjoyed it tho! And yes reader and genji have a happy ending and they love each other very much

POOR NIRAN THO IM SO SORRY MY BBY!! 🥹

#niran pruksamanee #overwatch niran #lifeweaver #genji shimada #genji overwatch #genji x reader #slight angst #angst with comfort #healing from heartbreak 🥹#ow symettra #slight symweaver

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ya-zz · 2 years ago

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oou, if ur down for it how about bitter ex!Ram who's realized Genji's trying to ask reader out :0 he still holds this bit of possessiveness towards reader and it's even worse because it's "his brother's pet human" - so like there's this undertone of Genji being a "replacement" in Ram's perspective. you can try to connect this to canon, but this is more of like an imagine, like 'if x and x did this, how would x react-'

also i don't mind if you decide not to write this :b i just like seeing characters i'm currently obssessed with in different situations LOL

happy holidays! (if u celebrate) and a happy rest of your december!

May have went down a little more... possessive route for this...

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1071

The omnic had been watching for awhile. Too long, almost. He watched you from the sidelines, the way you grew, the way you healed past the relationship he once had with you. It pained him at how well you moved on in the last few months.

When a certain cyborg came along and started flirting with you, however, something began to grow within Ramattra’s circuits. Something dark, hateful… spiteful.

Ramattra still wants you, that he cannot deny no mater how many times he tries to think otherwise. He needs you by his side. You were the only person who was capable of loving him and he just had to fuck things up.

Back then, he wanted you all to himself. Who wouldn’t? You were the best thing that had ever happened to him and to everyone. You made hearts flutter and smiles warmer. Ramattra, dare he say, was obsessed with you.

He still is.

His systems would go back to the nights he shared with you, hands roaming bodies, static moans and cursed whimpers all but filled his receptors. Many nights he would sit and watch everything like it was a movie until it went back to the fateful day you had packed your belongings and left him.

You wanted no part of his liberation. Despite trying so hard to convince him that there were thousands, if not millions of humans out there who cared for and adored omnics, Ramattra wasn’t convinced and so went ahead with his war.

Years had passed since then and here he was, sitting down in the garden meditating alongside Zenyatta whilst you and Genji were training across the field.

“Does he always watch over you?” The ninja asks you, peering over to the omnics sitting away from them.

“No. I think Zen asked him to join him on some meditative stuff.” You shrug.

“I mean- he’s watching you.” Genji gets a little closer, voice getting quieter.

“You can tell behind the faceplate?”

Genji nods. “I picked a few things up from Master Zenyatta.” He picks up on how Ramattra’s hands clench on his knees and he knows exactly what’s going on.

“Huh.” You look over at the omnics before shrugging the thought off. “He can watch all he wants, I don’t care.”

The cyborg chuckles, moving his focus back onto you.

Ramattra couldn’t pick out the conversation as the wind rustled within his receptors, only seeing you and Genji turn to look at him, lips moving but muffled voices. He knew that you were talking about him though, and that only made the anger rise within his circuitry.

…

The larger omnic had picked up on several mannerisms with the ninja. The way his face softened when he was with you, the ghost touches, the way he laughed when you told a joke. Ramattra was slowly but surely figuring it out that Genji wanted you.

Whether or not it was to spite him, he didn’t care. The fact that Zenyatta’s pet human was flirting with you was fuelling this hatred inside of him.

He found you wandering the halls and stopped you.

“I see that ninja has taking a liking to you.” He states.

“That is none of your business.” You spit back, clearly frustrated at the sudden interaction.

“He is not good for you.” Ramattra crosses his arms over his chest, his tall stature looming over you in an almost hostile way.

“Oh, like you’re any better?” You stand your ground. “At least he didn’t start a fucking war.”

He vocaliser clicks. “I had my reasoning. You did not listen to me.”

“I listened. How could I not when that’s all you were going on about for months!” Anger began rising within you. “That was all you focussed on.”

“I needed you.”

“No. No you fucking didn’t.” You speak through gritted teeth. “All you wanted-”

“What I wanted was peace for us omnics.”

“By brainwashing them?” You cock your head to the side. “I may not be the fucking brightest around here but I do know that the way you used those poor omnics was not right.”

Ramattra keeps his optics on you.

“You used your own people!” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I ended it with you because I couldn’t stand the way you were thinking. You were too wrapped up in that.. that… liberation of yours that you never had any time for me!”

Something inside of Ramattra begins to hurt.

“So help me god, if you get in the way of anything, of my happiness, I will fucking end you myself.” The tears finally spill as you storm past the omnic who stands there almost dumbfounded.

Never once had you raised your voice at him, let alone in the hostile tone just seconds before. Ramattra had to take a moment to process your words, to process what you just threatened to him.

He turns around but by that point, you had long left him.

…

The next time you saw Ramattra, he had pinned the ninja against the wall by his throat. His tone was angry, no, he was seething with rage as he threatened to end Genji’s life.

You didn’t hear how it started, but you certainly ended it by pulling Ramattra away from the cyborg who then fell to the ground gasping for air.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You shout, coming between the two men and staring the omnic down.

“Putting that ninja in its place.” Ramattra scoffs before turning and walking away from the scene.

“Are you okay, Genji?” You ask, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah.” He coughs. “Didn’t think he’d come for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“He still wants you.” Genji looks up at you.

“I know, but that does not give him the right to attack you like that.”

You help the cyborg up, helping him access the damage before escorting him to the med-bay.

Meanwhile, Ramattra was sitting in his room feeling rather content with himself. The jealousy was all but rising within him the more he knew you were hanging around with his brother’s pet human. He still wants you, he needs you.

The omnic could only sit back and wait as his plan starts falling into place. He will get you back by any means necessary and if that means turning Genji on you, then he will do just that.

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KOFI

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queenoffishingandcookies · 10 months ago

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Currently considering the level of trauma that Rosa suffered in her early childhood, and a really weird headcanon(?) that my brain came up with. Specifically, her trauma pertaining to Beatrice and her siblings.

Then weird kind-of parallels between Beatrice’s incident and the destruction of her stuffed rabbit, Uu-tan, at the hands of Rudolf.

Spoilers for Banquet of the Golden Witch (Ep3 of Umineko) below.

Starting point was wondering if Uu-tan was ripped up before or after the incident. I think it was before, since she looks younger in the manga panels of Twilight, and mentions fearing the witch of the forest, but I’m not sure? In the manga, beat up as poor Uu-tan seems, I think Rosa did try to fix them, though.

I'll try my best to be somewhat coherent. Going back to 1967 for this.

Rosa…literally saw this girl she’d just met, a girl who was noticeably naive and had little concept of danger, just a little bit older than her, literally plummet over thirty feet to her death.

The lines in the VN make it clear, too, that Rosa ran down to ask if Beatrice was alright. That she stayed by Beatrice’s side for a while, shaking her corpse and trying to get her to react, all the while watching as blood and brain matter seeped from the elder girl’s broken skull and wouldn’t stop.

Beatrice died with her eyes open, too - so Rosa would have been staring down at the unfaltering literal death stare of a young woman she had literally just been speaking to, and trying to get her to move and react to see if she was okay.

The manga panels of Beatrice’s body after the fall were horrifying to look at, the first time I saw them. It makes sense, considering just how far she fell, but - imagine a child seeing that? Especially the way her fingers were bent?

I...am not going to put a photo of Beatrice's body here, solely for peace of my own mind.

Rosa was in middle school at the time. At the youngest, she could have been 12. The eldest she could have been was 15. Her birthday falls in June, but I don’t think we’re ever given any indication when in the year the incident happened.

My really morbid thought was that, maybe Rosa grew more dependent on her toys - especially Uu-tan - due to the trauma of witnessing Beatrice’s death (this is probably more likely if Uu-tan had been ripped up after the incident, but my line of thought is that Rosa still clung to them some time after trying to repair them).

It’s noted multiple times throughout the VN, especially in Turn, that there is a sizable age difference between Rosa and her elder siblings. They didn’t get along with Rosa, because she was so young and additionally, their own trauma and aspirations - if anything, they took their trauma and abuse out on her.

Krauss used to take her toys as punishment for things she didn’t remember doing, Eva would lie and trick her, and Rudolf would do both but make it ten times worse for Rosa, because Krauss and Eva were just as awful to him, and he could take it on on Rosa. And this is just the simplified rundown of the situation, doesn’t even touch on the full complexity of the layers of abuse and trauma that eventually are brought to bear their weight on Rosa’s shoulders.

On top of being unable to reach out to her elder siblings, Rosa lives and is brought up on an isolated island. She likely went to school off-island and made friends there, but it’s a known fact that Rokkenjima could be a difficult island to reach, despite its small size, even if a small amount of wind picked up.

Rosa has no close neighbors, no easy way of conversing with friends from school or visiting their houses. The closest she might have had for companions were the servants hired to work in the mansion.

This is what, similarly to her daughter Maria in the next generation, led Rosa to be reliant on the toys she owned for friends and company. Namely, her stuffed rabbit Uu-tan.

I’m not exactly sure about the scenario, but I think that Rosa only ever mentioned what happened to Genji - and that was to tell him about Beatrice’s fall. I think she was even told not to mention it to anyone else?

She couldn’t talk to her siblings about it, definitely couldn’t talk to her parents about it, so who else did she have to turn to, but her stuffed animals and dolls?

In the manga, Uu-tan literally had their head and arm ripped straight off by Rudolf. Their stomach was also torn open. It's some hardcore gore, even for a plushie. Which is my brain must have tied then to Beatrice.

In Twilight of the Golden Witch, when Rosa and Maria are hiding in Rosa's old room, Rosa actually finds Uu-tan on accident - and this is what I meant when I mentioned it looked like someone had tried to put them back together. Uu-tan's arm and head were reconnected to the body, and the stomach sewn up a little bit. Badly, as stuffing was still leaking out, some several decades later - but someone had tried to fix Uu-tan. They even had a little bandage around a leg,

My first morbid line of thought was that if Uu-tan had been ripped apart after Beatrice's death, it would have been made ten times worse by the fact that Rosa had already seen another person die from brutal head trauma, and something like seeing Uu-tan's head getting ripped off just made me think about Beatrice's fall.

If Uu-tan was ripped apart beforehand, and Rosa had tried to sew them back together, I imagined the comparison of Uu-tan's damaged body - despite the best repair efforts - and the leaking stuffing to the appearance of Beatrice's corpse post-fall.

The imagery is stuck in my brain, I swear. don't know if this makes much sense, but my brain won't drop it, so I decided to post about it. Literally has no bearing on the actual story, except for additional trauma for Rosa which...isn't good for anybody.

I'd call this self-indulgent rambling, but really this is just very morbid thoughts rambling which came to haunt me at one in the morning.

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ferigrievous · 4 months ago

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absence made the heart reckless.

you werent the lightest on your feet. growing up, you often had new cuts and bruises daily, not because you were out fighting on the streets, but because you had such a bad depth perception that you couldnt even walk straight in your own home. you had tried ‘baby proofing’ your home, hiding wires where you couldn't trip over them, covering corners with some sort of foam, but it wasnt enough. you were sure you’d trip over air if you had the chance.

you had always been the kind of person who took up space—not just physically, but in the way you carried yourself, in the way your presence turned heads and commanded attention without effort. towering over most, you moved through life with an ease that belied your strength, a force of nature in your own right. you never quite learned restraint when it came to those you cared for, touch coming as naturally as breathing. and genji—unlucky, unwilling genji—had become your favorite subject.

your relationship with him was a paradox, a constant tug-of-war between his strict composure and your relentless affection. he was rigid, a soldier of discipline and control, while you were a storm of reckless love, sweeping him into the chaos of your orbit. he liked to pretend your presence didn’t shake him, that he was immune to the way you always found a way to pull him closer, but you knew better. despite the grumbles, despite the exasperated sighs, he never truly fought back. never truly told you no.

somewhere along the way, picking him up had stopped being a joke and simply became routine. it didn’t matter if he was standing, sitting, or mid-conversation—you had a way of finding his center of gravity, lifting him as if he weighed nothing at all. maybe it was the contrast that made it so addicting, the way he was lightning itself, yet in your grasp, he was grounded, weightless.

and two days away was two days too long.

you had never been good with distance, never good at holding yourself back. space, time, restraint—things you were meant to understand as a hero, yet failed miserably at when it came to the people you cared about. especially genji.

patience and self control were, and had always been, an unknown concept to you. you loved hard, loved to the point of irrationality. you always considered yourself an affectionate person, the kind of person who hugged too tight, who held onto hands for just a moment longer than normal, who never hesitated to reach out and touch others. but with genji, that affection was magnified by a thousand.

you knew you were probably too much. people would call you clingy, call you needy, say that you were taking up too much of his time. hell, you were pretty sure genji himself had called you all that plenty of times before.

he was a victim of such affections, against his will, being subjected to hugs that were so tight it was borderline claustrophobic, being hauled off of his feet without warning, being pulled close, forced to lay down his defenses and face the onslaught of affection that you bestowed upon him.

and he would grumble, argue, protest, but never truly deny you.

you really couldnt help yourself. it was as if there was a magnetic pull, from your hands, to his skin. you just had to have some form of contact with him, linking pinkies, shoulder brushes, hugs. lifting him into your lap, sitting next to him and finding a way to bring your thighs together, finding ways to get under his shirt, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, burying your nose into his neck.

you loved to touch him. to hold him close. to pull him against your chest and bury your face against the slope of his neck, hands curled in the fabric of his shirt. you relished the way he stilled, frozen in your hold, face turned sharply away so that you couldn't see whatever expression marred his face.

and you were sure, if there was someone else in your life who loved you as dearly as he, who would let you touch him, hold him, love him as freely as genji did, that they too, would be subject to the affection. it just so happened that there was no one, and, you found, that you were quite alright with that.

the mission had been routine, a clean-up job in a neighboring city, nothing too strenuous. but what they failed to account for was your patience, or rather, your complete lack of it. the work was easy. the waiting, the stillness, the knowing that genji was out there, somewhere, while you were stuck in unfamiliar streets—that was unbearable. every second spent apart stretched unbearably long, twisting into something near-painful. you caught yourself checking your phone too often, rereading old messages as if they’d change, counting the hours until you could see him again.

and when that moment finally arrived, when you stepped foot back in your own city, it was like something inside you snapped back into place. all at once, the tension in your body loosened, that desperate, clawing feeling in your chest easing now that you were home. now that he was within reach.

you weren’t sure if it was the exhaustion of the mission or simply your natural impulsiveness, but the second you spotted him on patrol, all rational thought fled your mind. you had spent forty-eight hours away, forty-eight hours too many, and in your world, the only remedy was him in your arms, right where he belonged.

but the heart did not listen to reason. it did not heed restraint. it only knew longing, only knew the pull of affection too strong to ignore.

it only knew the path your feet took, driven by instinct rather than thought, closing the distance between you and him before you could even register the movement. and before you even realised it, your body moved on autopilot, a familiar pull guiding your footsteps through the unfamiliar territory. it was like there was an invisible force magnetising you towards genji. you didn't quite know when you had started walking, but within minutes, you found yourself cutting a path towards him, driven by pure instinct and a need to be reunited.

the city hummed around you, neon lights flickering in a rhythm you had long since memorized, the familiar pulse of home guiding your steps. your heartbeat, once restless and erratic, now beat to a steadier tune—one that quickened only when your eyes landed on him.

genji stood with his back turned, posture stiff with the quiet vigilance that never left him, even in moments of stillness. his shoulders were squared, hands resting near his swords, his gaze scanning the streets as if daring trouble to arise.

but you could see it—the exhaustion he carried in the set of his shoulders, the subtle weight pressing down on him. he had always been good at hiding it, at keeping his guard up even when no one was looking, but you knew better. you saw the tension in his stance, the careful way he held himself like a blade constantly kept at the ready. two days, and already you had missed so much.

you barely noticed the civilians passing by, the faint murmurs of conversation, the way the world seemed to fade into something distant and unimportant. all that mattered was him. and all that would ever matter would be him.

your steps quickened, but your heart was already miles ahead, racing at the thought of finally closing the space between you. restraint had never been your strong suit, and now, after what felt like a lifetime apart, it had completely abandoned you. you had half a mind to shout his name, to announce your presence in a way that would have everyone on the street turning to stare—but no, this moment was yours, yours alone.

all sense of propriety dissolved like mist under the sun. there was no thought about what others might think, no concern about the attention you were drawing. there was only a single, desperate need to be closer to him.

you didn’t call out to genji. didn’t think. your body moved before your mind could catch up, closing the space between you both in a matter of seconds.the second your feet left the curb, everything else ceased to matter. the noise of the city blurred into static, the air around you buzzing with the sheer force of your own excitement. it was muscle memory at this point—locating his center of gravity, anticipating the way he’d react before he even had the chance.

before he could turn, before he could brace himself, your arms were already around him, lifting him clean off the ground in one smooth motion.

“genji!” you laughed, holding him flush against you as you spun around. “oh, my love.”

his name left your lips like a prayer, like a homecoming, like a desperate thing starved for warmth. you didn’t care that people turned to look, that the world around you continued to move while you stood still in the gravity of this moment.

he made a sound—half-startled, half-exasperated—as his feet left the ground. his hands shot out instinctively, gripping onto your shoulders as if that would somehow keep him tethered.

“you can’t just—” his breath hitched, cut off by the sheer force of your hold. his fingers tightened against you, a fleeting moment of hesitation before he remembered himself, remembered that protesting was futile.

for a moment, just a brief, fleeting second, you could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his breath hitched as if he was fighting the instinct to react.

genji's protests were quickly silenced by your unyielding grip, your arms hugging him even closer, leaving barely any space between your bodies. genji tried to wiggle out of your grip, his muscles tensing in a futile attempt to regain control, but your hold was unyielding.

“put–,” he snapped, a hint of exasperation in his voice, his pride wounded by the display of raw strength and how effortless it was for you to have him suspended in the air. but even as he protested, there was a hint of affection in his words, a begrudging fondness mixed with annoyance. “put me down!”

your grip only tightened, arms locked around his waist, unwilling to loosen even an inch. you buried your face into his shoulder, inhaling deeply as if to ground yourself in the scent of him, the solid, familiar presence that you had missed so desperately.

you pressed a kiss to his forehead, and the moment your lips touched his forehand, genji's body seemed to go boneless, all tension and resistance evaporating in an instant. he was all but melting into your arms, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he allowed himself to relax against you. his head tilted slightly, baring his neck more for you to attack.

the sight of him, usually so controlled and composed, now completely at your mercy, was both endearing and enthralling. there were people crowding around you two, now, giggling and speaking amongst themselves, phones recording and flashing.

but you didnt care. oh, you couldnt care at all. not now. not when you were home.

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