Hii wasn't sure if you wanted sfw or nsfw so I'll do both 😋
Genji Shimada SFW & NSFW H/Cs
SFW
Has trust issues, so if you were to befriend him it would take awhile, trying to date him would take even longer (and some convincing)
But once the two of you start dating, you both would become a power couple
Loves to hold your hand, knowing that you're right next to him makes him feel safe and happy
Animal lover 100%, you bought him a puppy for his birthday and he just wouldn't stay away from it, he wouldn't even let you hold it
A big fan of cheek kisses, say if you're going to work and you give him a small kiss on the cheek, he would be blushing profusely
A music lover also, say if you're in the car and the radio was on, he'd be humming every tune that came on
If it's Valentine's Day he'd sneak into your (shared) house and surprise you with chocolate and flowers
Hear me out, fruit garden, Y'ALL HAVE A FRUIT GARDEN
Whenever the both of you sleep together, he always has to squish his face into your chest
Although he is a grown man, hes still childish as hell
NSFW
He. Is. Loud. So loud that one time your neighbors came over to make sure you weren't murdering someone
Loves to get gagged, whether it's you face-fucking him with your strap or just simply your fingers, gagging him alone might be enough to make him cum, no touching his cock needed
My boy, is 1000% a crier, especially when you overstimulate him, poor baby will be crying for you to stop, but when you do he whines and tells you "no! no! please don't s-stop!"
Although he does like having you fuck him with your strap, he prefers your fingers, he doesn't really know why, but they seem to work better
A big fan of collars, especially green, white and black ones
Will literally crumble in your hands if you call him a good boy or babyboy, if you call him either he will be on his knees ready for any request you give him
Not the biggest fan of titles, bit if it's a good day he'll call you either Mistress or Ma'am
Aftercare is a must, especially if it's over 3 or more rounds, shove him into the shower, clean him up, and back under the blanket, be sure to give praise as well!!
A/N: There's not a alot here, so take it with a grain of salt
@blerd-lines Can't wait until you update us on that short Genji drabble where the reader takes McCree to bed in front of him.
Mentioned Genji drabble here
I’m a bit tired today so I haven’t had anything written. Here’s one that I’ve been holding onto for a while.
"You sure Genji won't be angry?" Jesse asks you carefully, watching the back of your head as you place your ID on the reader.
"As a matter of fact, he will be hopping mad," you murmur with a sly smile. But you turn around and smooth down his collar. "He knows, don't worry. He was the one who confided in me that he wants to watch."
"As we have sex?" That charming grin widens.
Yours turns sharp. "No. As I ruin you and leave him salivating for my touch."
Jesse gulps, a blush spreading across his cheeks ever so cutely, but he doesn't look intimidated or scared. In fact, his pupils are blown wide, a bulge starting to tent in his pants, and he licks his lips hungrily. "Deal."
"Master?" Genji sits up from where he's lounging against the pillows, looking just as you left him. Although now he's drooled a nice bit of precum over his belly, his hard cock still erect. His face brightens when he sees McCree behind you, that wide grin turning predatory as he turns onto his front and purrs as he crawls across the bed. "Oh, Master, you spoil me."
But as he reaches the edge of the bed, leash dangling off the side, you stop him with a finger on his nose. "Oh, baby, I'm not trying to spoil you. I'm trying to punish you."
Rather than be disappointed, Genji bites his lip instead and smirks. "I have been a bad boy, Master."
Behind you, Jesse can't quite believe what he's seeing and hearing. It's one thing to be told about your bedroom shenanigans, by the green and black haired ninja no less, but it's another to be witnessing it altogether. He's tempted to join in the banter, but with him standing at your back like a bodyguard, instinct makes him hold his tongue. Something tells him he'll be grovelling for your mercy like Genji if he quipped anything inappropriate.
Speaking of grovelling...
"Oh, Master, I'll do anything if you let me participate!" Genji wails as you drag him over to his punishment chair, though the wide grin on his scarred face belies his excitement. "Master, please don't!" He giggles as you manhandle him into the chair and sit on his lap so he'll stay still. Genji likes to wriggle and squirm but he'll never buck you off. Using that to your advantage, you attach the cuffs on the arms of the chair and the chest and thigh straps. The more you buckle shut, the more he moans and bucks his hips, doing his best to rut into the vee of your legs. "Master, please~"
"Bad boys don't get rewards, baby," you simper and retreat off his lap to get his ankles. And once those were finally done you step back, admiring your handiwork - a flushed, grinning Genji whose bare cock is flexing with the beat of his heart. Oh he's so ready, if you touch him just a few moments longer he'll be begging you to let him cum. Not tonight though. Not tonight. Tonight, you will make him pay for how much he's been irritating and infuriating you today. "Bad boys only get to watch."
Genji bucks his hips and bites his lip again. "You say that as though it's a bad thing, Master."
"Compared to getting your cock in me and getting fucked by Jesse? Yes, I'd say it's a bad thing," you purr and turn around to saunter over to Jesse, who still stands stock still behind you, his huge frame blocking out the light ever so slightly. As used to Genji as you are, small frame to lithe frame, having McCree's hulking form in front of you is exciting.
"Undress me."
"Yes, boss," Jesse falls into character easily, helping you out of your clothes gently and kneeling down so he can drag your pants off you. Almost too easily. This might be something he'll think through later, but for now, he's too busy enjoying the feel of your hand in his hair, removing his hat to place it gently to the side. He's never had someone touch him so lovingly before, had someone finger through his beard and moustache so possessively yet so lovingly. He can see why Genji refuses to leave you.
Once you're completely bare, you spin around and sit on Genji's lap, ignoring the eager erection pressing into your butt, crossing your legs and lounging as though you were seated on your throne instead of your horny slave. "Your turn to strip, cowboy. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?"
Jesse reaches up and unbuttons his shirt efficiently, not bothering with seduction when he can clearly tell both you and Genji are raring to go. "Sweetheart, you can call me anything as long as it makes you smile."
"Cowboy then. You can call me boss."
"Boss," McCree moans and hurries to get out of his chaps and trousers, stumbling over his boots and actually managing to topple over. He lands with a grunt, smiling and rubbing the back of his head as you and Genji fight to suppress your dual grins. It's reassuring to see that neither of you minds the blunder and vice versa on your end. McCree takes the opportunity to shuck off the rest of the clothes on his body, but grabs his hat and pops it on his head.
Then, like something straight out of a strip show, he crawls towards you, back arched and shoulders rounded and his eyes smouldering up at you from under the brim of his hat. You straighten up and so does Genji, both of you mesmerised by the view that Jesse McCree, dreamy cowboy come to life, poses.
He crawls sensually up to your knees, dips his head so he can start at your ankles, kissing and licking his way up. Occasionally he lets his fingers roam past your legs, teasing Genji's legs as he keeps his eyes on you, coaxing your legs open and brushing his thicker beard over your skin.
"How are we doing, Genji?" You reach back and fondle his cock.
Your ninja groans and drops his chin on your shoulder, eyes locked on McCree slowly making his way to your inner thighs. "Nnngh, this is torture, Master. I love it."
"Good," you purr, your hand leaving Genji's aching cock to put both hands in McCree's hair. "How're you doing, cowboy?"
Jesse takes a break from inhaling your musk and looks up at you with a drugged gaze. "Dang good, boss. God dang good."
What filth, this party was.
You were only here because you knew someone who knew the host. Why that someone knew this kind of host, you don't know. But you weren't the sort to judge your friends like that and you did tell yourself many times you'd try a lot of things at least once. So here you were, sitting on the most comfortable sofa tucked at the side of the room, your fingers pressed into the glass of a spiked, fruity drink.
Downing that drink was the only thing keeping you distracted and keeping your face from falling into an expression of true disgust. The host had paid for special waiters--special servants--for the evening. Various attractive young men dressed in playboy bunny outfits. Playgirl outfits, then...? Fuckboys for hire, you concluded. You had no use for flirting with someone when nothing would come of it after the party. What a waste of time.
"You look like you require more," said a playful voice.
One of those pretty fuckboys was holding out another full glass of what you had been drinking. You glanced at your drink and then frowned. So it was empty. This fuckboy was a good server, at least.
You took the drink he offered and handed him the empty glass. Instead of leaving, he placed the empty glass on the side table next to the sofa and sat down. Your frown was turned on him, next. Just what does he want?
"I see you sitting here, alone." He crossed his legs with his hands between his thighs to keep a small gap. "The hostess hired us to make sure no one left the party unhappy."
"That's not your problem. I'm just here for someone else."
"Oh? Who?"
He glanced away for a moment as if he could pick them out of the room.
"A friend."
Your terse answers didn't deter the young man. Which was annoying, but his appearance was annoying, to begin with. His bright green hair, which said to you that he didn't have to work a regular job and look presentable, and his lean, strong body that would make anyone want it for their own. What else was annoying, was that the bunny ears placed in said hair were starting to grow on you. You loved how cute they looked on him and yet you wanted to rip them off his head at the same time.
If you didn't leave soon, you might actually start enjoying yourself.
"Not a boyfriend, then?"
His boyish, brown eyes smiled flirtatiously at you and his mouth curled up at one end.
"Don't," you said, holding up a hand between you as a shield.
You had absolutely no intention of flirting, like you had previously decided. Unfortunately, this fuckboy took that a challenge.
"I am not trying to be that boyfriend."
You squinted at him, just willing to hear what he said next. But only just. He bowed towards you, giving you a good view of his full pecs beneath the bunny costume. The small curves of his areolas peeking just below made you swallow.
"I had something else in mind."
"What?" you asked dumbly.
He sat up, taking your lovely view away, and the spell was broken. You blinked. He tucked his hands into the sofa cushions on the other side of him, muttering to himself about something supposing to be down there. Your frown reappeared. He found what he sought and presented the item to you.
A length of real leather. You knew because you could smell it.
"There is going to be an after party." The waiter was now speaking quietly as if he only wanted you to know. "Do me a favour and enjoy yourself for the hostess. Your reward will be having me all to yourself. Alone and quiet. Under your thumb."
His hand turned over as if he knew you would reach out and receive it. It jingled with the motion. The strip of leather was actually a leash with a clip on the end.
An image of him on the end it that leash, being pulled and falling to his knees, then grinning up at you sprung to mind. He would be so much cuter than he already was looking up at you.
You took the leash from his hand. You told yourself you would try a lot of things at least once.
for some reason loving the idea of sis shimada that just really really resents her brothers and father. Their business is very much patriarchal and so she needs to be twice as good as her brothers to be noticed. She hates how she can't make her father's eyes sparkle the same way as hanzo or genji can. She works furiously and blossoms into this beautiful, intelligent, strong woman, which causes the men in her family to become dangerously obsessed with her. but she is still so bitter towards them.
And her growth is absolutely one of those things that just hits them all in the face one day. Some clan leader or some business partner totally refuses to talk to any of them. Like, the dude thinks all three of them are fucking idiots and it’s this really important deal or bridge that needs to be built between the Shimada clan and this guy’s clan. Sister!reader comes in and saves the day, charms the pants off the guy. He loves her and makes it known that whenever he needs to correspond with them, it better be with her. What she just did was no light feat, and will affect the empire immensely, in a very positive way. All the men in her family home in on her hard at that moment and now they’re all obsessed.
I feel like the dear sub!yanderes would be so good for this. They compete for her attention, but she resents them and is bitter. So it comes to the point where they have to degrade themselves or let her degrade them in order to get any of her attention. It comes down to who’s willing to let her take out her years of frustration and feelings of inadequacy on them. Like, for the longest time, all she’d do is let them masturbate to her while she sits there working on empire stuff. Casually putting them down and ignoring them for the most part.
I'd love to see what you do with "Do you want this? Why don't you beg for it, hm?" with cocky!Morrison and needy!Genji. Totally up to you if it's set in the past or present <3
Morrison leans farther back in his chair, knees splayed wide. He has not bothered pushing down his heavy pants; just pulled his dick out from the opening in the front, idly weighing it on the wide palm of his hand.
His cheek is resting on the fist of the other hand, elbow braced on the armrest of his chair.
He watches Shimada, and Shimada looks back: unblinking, unmoving, unnerving. His dark eyes are glowing a faint red, like coals smoldering away, and sometimes Jack imagines there to be a furnace inside him; a heavy, perpetually working machine that doesn’t let the young man come to rest, and is responsible for his ever aggressive nature.
Kneeling on the floor, watching his cock - the blunt head appearing again and again from the foreskin, wet and dark and inviting - he looks a lot calmer than usual.
“Do you want this?” he murmurs, thumb moving, pulling down on his foreskin again; lifting his cock to present it to Shimada in all its glory.
He looks hungry, the metal of his jaw glinting as it moves faintly, light reflecting on the smooth surface.
“Why don’t you beg for it, hm?”
Shimada’s mouth falls open, though he is not saying a word. Morrison doesn’t think he has ever actually hear him speak. It is not of importance: his body speaks for him if he so chose.
His mouth falls open, tongue lolling out.
In the back of his throat, Morrison can see metal glinting. The bottom row of his teeth are shiny titanium. His tongue, however… that is all human. Soft and pink and glistening with the saliva that’s gathering rapidly the longer he stares at Morrison’s cock. Close enough to smell. Too far to lap at the broad tip.
If the tongue isn’t human, Angela outdid herself modelling it perfectly. Organically. He wonders if she knew what it would be used for.
He stops leaning his head on his fist, and instead uses the hand to reach for Shimada. His eyes flinch towards the movement, but he stays steady otherwise.
Morrison cups his jaw; pushes his thumb into the open, accepting mouth, idly dragging the gloved finger across Shimada’s tongue.
“You want my cock?” he murmurs, pulling himself a little further towards him, cock almost close enough to touch his lips. Shimada stays steadfast but his eyes… his eyes are almost crossing; trying to get a look. Saliva dripping from the tip of his perfect little tongue.
He wants it. He wants it dearly.
Morrison plays with his tongue just a little longer. Just long enough to show him he is not in charge: and then he slips a little closer still, indulging himself. Slapping the fat weight of his dick against Shimada’s cheeks. Smears it across the prominent cheekbones Angela had been able to reform. Beautiful.
“You’re a good boy, hm? I always get those complaints about you… people are afraid of you… but you’re nothing but a little kitty cat, are you?”
Shimada is drooling liberally, staring up at him, still as a statue until Morrison finally pops the swollen head inside his open, wanting mouth.
“Yeah,” he grunts, slumping back in his chair, eyes going half-lidded as Shimada suckles, tongue cradling what little he’s been given to play with. “Just a little kitty cat wanting some cream and loving.”
His eyes said "Let me out," but his hips said "Just touch me," bucking off the floor to press his clothed erection into your palm. You let your hand lie of its own weight on his crotch, with him trying to increase the friction by humping what little he could reach. He literally chomped at the bit, glancing from your hand to your face and back, a demand in his glare.
Touch me more.
Genji, feeling invincible and probably having sampled much of the drinks served at the party, followed you home. Along the way, he had volunteered his name, his eyes sliding seductively to you, expecting yours in kind. It turned into a game of him volunteering personal information and you giving your own answer. If you gave an elusive answer, he chuckled knowingly, assuming he could draw it out of you later. Little did he know, you had tossed out the leash and decided on a form of restraint more suitable for the arrogant fuckboy. The more confident they are, the tighter you want to strap them down.
In the present, he rolled the metal bit you had placed in his mouth against his straight, white teeth. Someone was spending money on this boy; he didn't need to work at that party. Not for the money.
Genji lifted his head, pulling on the bit attached to a leather harness around his head and a bolt in the floor. You cupped your fingers, giving him the first squeeze of his cock. His first real attention from you. His face relaxed. He sighed and lay back, the parts clanking against your hard floor. What a maluable little brat. His stomach stayed raised, his back a lovely curve above his arms and hands bound beneath. It arched further the more you massaged his length, and you began to feel the heat seeping through the clothing. You kept massaging until he was panting around the bit, the beginnings of drool threatening to ooze down his chin.
It was then that you stood. Genji sucked, trying to get the drool back in his mouth where it belonged. When he remembered to keep an eye on you, you were already cutting his outfit off with a pair of scissors. His gaze followed you without protest, and you cut into his fishnet stockings to allow you access to his most sensitive parts. He sighed again when his cock was free, cutting a lewd figure above his lower stomach.
You flicked at it. It bobbed like a toy. Genji twisted and pushed his hips in your direction, trying to help you touch his dick better.
"Stop that."
You pushed on his calf, his black heels scuffing and his ass landing back on the floor. He growled behind the bit.
"Ohhh," you baby-talked him, "don't pout. It makes you look like a cute little boy. You want me to feel like a pedophile?"
The spoiled brat was losing his patience, arms bulging at the bindings and thrashing around, getting to his feet again to try and pull himself up. The heels scuffing the floor and the clanking of the chain and bolt was music to your ears as you went to get another tool.
He was too busy throwing his tantrum to take stock of what you brought back. His legs were swept out from under him again, landing loudly on the back of his shoes. You sat between his conveniently spread legs. His thigh muscles flexed as he considered continuing to struggle. Your hand slipped under his knee, lifting his thigh, and your lips kissed the surface there. Your loving attention, the restraints, and your refusal to give in to his tantrums finally started to calm him. He finally started to sink down into subspace, you lulling him with more soft kisses along his thigh.
He gave no reaction if he noticed the lubed fingers on your other hand rub around the entrance to his asshole. With a latex glove, because who knows where this boy has been?? Your first finger penetrated him and his eyes relaxed closed.
Sufficiently worked open, you tossed the glove to the floor and held your strapon dildo to his slick hole. Which he would have known was coming if he had been an observant boy. Genji flashed his teeth as he bit down in the piece in his mouth. The muscles on his stomach flexed in slow waves as his asshole welcomed you in. He kept moving, working against your cock.
"Stop!" you barked.
More pouting. He let his legs relax to the floor. You gathered them back up around yourself.
"You can squeeze me, Baby," you said with a smile, laying a kiss on his knee.
He applied light pressure to the sides of your ribcage, not hampering the movement of your hips. You preferred to start slow. You tried jacking him off at the same time but he was naughty and thrust into your fist. You took your hand away. A drawn-out whine from Genji and you straight-up laughed. It was funny that he thought he could make demands, however weak.
The fishnets on his thighs cut into your digging fingers and you fucked him harder. You almost, almost, wanted to remove the bit from his mouth to hear his moans more clearly.
The moans soon turned to something else and his hips lifted, but not in the naughty way as before. He was trying to tell you something. Your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed, hard. His hips trembled with the denial of his end. They fell back down to the floor and he whined. Again.
He gave no indication of wanting out of his restraints and you denied him release three more times. You kept a hand on the length of his cock, to better feel it flexed against your palm. The final time, you were treated to his gargled scream, his back bowing off the ground impossibly high. God, this new toy was fun.
You drew satisfaction from the shaking his legs against your sides and the knocking together of his shoes at your lower back. He had provided enough entertainment and earned his orgasm. The next time his hips lifted, you gave him some quick, rough jerks and held his dick parallel to his stomach. He painted himself white in thick spurts. He was so loud, it was going to disturb your neighbours. If you hadn't known better, you would think his cry was from pain, not mind-blowing pleasure.
You held the toy steady as it retreated out of his red, abused hole. You stood, walked around to his head, and knelt down, your cock bobbing. The fog in his pretty, brown eyes suggested his eyeballs had just stopped knocking around in his skull. You took his nose between two fingers and moved his face side-to-side, inspecting your handiwork. The wide trails of drool from the sides of his mouth and the likewise streams of tears from his eyes. You let go and sighed.
"Look at this mess you made on my floor. And I bet you were planning on leaving right after." You paused. "Nope."
Id like to request a night with Genji and McCree please? I'd also like to know what their favorite toys are so I can tease them most effectively. Also is it possible I could have them tease each other? I love it when slaves put on a show.
Oh, the naughty boy trio! Jack, go see if you can find Genji. McCree should be in his room, but Genji is a little harder to find. Well, while he goes and hunts down our elusive ninja, come over here for a bit.
Right, their favourite toys. Let me just open up this closet here...ah-hah! Okay, favourite toys. See this little strap in here? It’s basically a strap on, but one end goes inside a hole so it can be held in place. Just put this in one of the boys and let them fuck the other and you’ve got one hell of a show. Plus both of them will be whining that they can’t use their cocks, but this strap in has been specially made to hit p-spots, so they won’t be talking for too long.
And these are vibrating cock rings. Not ones that go on the base of their cock and under their balls; these ones are frenulum rings. Basically pop them on their cocks just under their heads, making sure this vibrating bit is on the underside where they’re most sensitive. With this on, you don’t even need to jerk them off to make them cum. Add this to the strap in and I’ll be glad for the soundproofing.
Lastly, they’re enthusiastic about teasing each other. They’re also very competitive, so pitting them against each other is a fun show to watch. Stripping, lap dancing, choking the other on their cock, all that and more. Genji gets sluttier the more you degrade him, which McCree will no doubt be happy to be involved in. McCree gets sluttier the more he hears moaning and groaning, plus if he’s filthy with cum and saliva he gets even sluttier.
Looks like Jack’s not back yet, so I’ll let you go on to see McCree first since you’ll be playing in his room. Take these with you, too. They have their individual safewords but they’ll let you know if they want a singular safeword. Condoms and lube are available in their room as well as rope and other dungeon furniture that you should need.
Off you go, dear. I’ll see you whenever you leave.
Hello, Miss Amara! I'm not sure which of the boys I'd like to take for a spin, but I want to give one of them a very long night. I like to spank, peg, edge, and overstimulate, but when it's over, I want to spoil him absolutely rotten with the fluffiest of praise and aftercare. I like a sub to know and be rewarded when he's been a good boy for me. Whom do you suggest?
Let’s see, a boy who can take torture and reward in turn, who knows how to be a good boy and be rewarded for it...I’d say Genji! Yes, he’s hard to handle, but when he wants to be a good boy, he can be a very good boy.
He loves being teased and denied and spanked and fucked until he feels like his brain is leaking out of his ears. When he wants to be, he’ll be a good boy while you spank him and edge him, keeping his hips down on the bed while you touch him and tease him to your heart’s content. He’s a bit of a masochist, this one, and so will happily beg for you to keep going even after he’s crying from overstimulation. You’d think he’d beg to stop once his cock is raw and flaccid, but no, he’ll choke out through his tears that he’s okay and he can keep going as long as you want him to.
After a long, hard session, he loves being tended to and spoiled. All he wants is to be treated nicely with pets and cuddles. And above all else, he wants to be called a good boy while you give him kisses and hugs. Humans can’t purr, but he’ll come close when he melts in your embrace and goes limp against you.
