Thank you! I love all you readers too; I don’t think I could be here without all you guys ;^;
Reaper and s76′s version is here! Also, I did post-OW Genji because Young!Genji would be a slut like s76 lmao. Might have gotten too carried away with Genji’s bit but I was reading the programme for a future femdom party and got too excited. The femdom olympics isn’t an original idea btw, I took inspiration from said programme and from what I’ve seen in previous femdom parties.
Hanzo
- Hanzo is a very private person and as a result, he doesn’t like going to parties much. What you and he do is just between you and him. He does, however, follow you to parties so you can mingle and hang out with your friends. At parties where subs would be stripped down to their skin, Hanzo would be there in a plain fundoshi or a jockstrap. He feels that his cock is yours and you wouldn’t want your junk displayed, so he keeps that in his pants and doesn’t let anyone other than you touch it. In the meantime, he spends his time kneeling by your side with textbook perfect posture, setting an example for all other subs to see. He likes showing off like this; likes showing that you’ve trained him so well and that he deserves to be by your side. When he’s not kneeling by your side or serving as your footstool, he’s off making tea or fetching drinks and little plates of food. He might ask if you’d like anything but if you tell him to surprise you, he knows exactly what you like and presents you the perfect plate. Artful arrangement and all.
- Sometimes, if he’s in the mood for it, you take him for a spin. By a spin, you mean putting on a show. While not comfortable with sexual acts, Hanzo is very much up for anything else. He is, to the delight of all rope enthusiasts, the perfect rope bunny. He’s thick, broad, perfectly proportioned with the right amount of muscle to make both men and women drool. Before you begin, Hanzo will take the initiative to set out everything you possibly need, even going so far as to set up the suspension hook in case you’re in the mood for that. Red rope contrasts beautifully with his skin tone and his tattoo, and once you’re done dolling him all up, no one can deny his beauty. The harness winds around his thick torso and meaty pecs, hefting them and enhancing them until they almost look like boobs. You might even tie a couple of ropes down between his legs to showcase the deep vee of his Adonis belt and the growing erection that tents his chosen underwear. Hanzo gets so embarrassed when you lovingly caress his cock and particularly when you adjust the rope so a knot presses against the bud of his asshole. And when you do string him up, splaying him wide with one leg suspended and the other tip-toeing on the floor desperately for some purchase, Hanzo blushes deeply and slowly descends into subspace, staring deep into your eyes and forgetting the crowd that gathers around him as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
- As with most Japanese men, Hanzo doesn’t have much body hair, and what body hair he has is all on his legs. That’s a good thing for you because, when combined with wax play, means that he doesn’t have to do much preparation before parties other than shaving his pubes. This is the one time he’s okay with public nudity, mostly because he knows you’ll cover his cock and balls with wax anyway. He’ll lay out all your candles according to their hues, stupidly organised man that he is, and put down a couple of towels on the massage table and the floor to minimise the mess you’ll make. Then he’ll lie on the table after stripping on your order, arranging himself as you like. He might have his hands stretched over his head, or have his limbs bound to the legs of the table. And then? Then you can go to town on him. Pour it on his nipples and he moans quietly, biting on his lip to keep his noise to a minimum. Pour it on the base of his cock or on his pelvis and he’ll writhe like a madman. He’ll never get more than half-hard like this, but it’s such a performance that everyone is drawn to his reactions and his sounds more than his cock.
- At the end of it, Hanzo doesn’t need much aftercare in the traditional sense. He just needs some help removing the wax and then a quick rub down in the washroom – you can scrub him back at home where he feels more comfortable. Then he’ll just spend the rest of the night in your lap, fetching you both drinks and food and just enjoying hearing you talk as he dozes. It’s the only time he lets his guard down, mostly because he feels so safe around you and knows that no one will take advantage of him like this. Of course, he offers to drive on the way back and will even carry you to the car if your feet ache from your heels.
Genji
- Of all the parties that you go to, the FemDom centric ones are his favourite. Why? Because all the activities are so fucking creative, that’s why. It’s probably the most fun he’s had since his youth. The first half of those parties are the easy part; like the calm before the storm. Because he’s pretty much 75% cyborg at this point, he doesn’t bother to strip to his skivvies. Oh no, he goes one step further. Cosplay. He’ll dress up as your favourite anime (or otherwise) character, or he might go as a cat-boy, and serve you like that. You love his creativity and he loves being praised, and so every time he comes to the table to serve food or drinks and gets a little kiss to the chin, he melts and has to take a second to compose himself before he kneels down and sits to wait for your next order.
- And then comes the fun part. What he likes to call the FemDom Olympics. There isn’t much that he can strip from his armour, but he takes off what he can so he’s on equal footing with the rest of the subs. Contests of pain are common at these parties, which means a ton of flogging and a ton of ball kicking. Right up his alley. He lines up with the rest of the subs along one wall, facing it with his hands propping him up. He might have his head down or he might be staring at the wall, but either way, when he hears the whistle, he closes his eyes and grins as you let your arm fly. Stroke after stroke after stroke he takes it, lasting long after his skin turns bright red and most others have tapped out. He would do it until he turns black and blue, but luckily his pain tolerance (and masochism) is legendary and he never has to. As the other subs and dommes glare balefully at him, he’ll soak up your praise and kisses and gratefully kneel beside you as you receive the prize for winning – a beautiful, cruel looking dragon tail that he can’t wait for you to test it out on him at home.
- One time, there was an event that was affectionately called the ‘25m dash’. A fairly innocent name, if not for the fact that there would be no running involved. Instead, it’s a matter of who can ride a 10-inch dildo the longest. Oh yes, Genji has been training for this day. His ass was ready. It was a spectacle to behold, what with a room full of submissives with their dommes standing over them, counters in hand. He remembers looking up at you, eyes already hazed in arousal from you stretching his ass with three fingers and massaging his prostate. Luckily you had the foresight of putting a cock ring on him, otherwise, he would have cum embarrassingly fast. Also equally luckily, there was no disqualification for orgasming so he could ride as long as he wanted as long as he didn’t stop for more than thirty seconds. Ah, the memory still gets him going some days – the memory of putting his hands on the ground behind him for balance as he bounced his ass up and down that dildo for what seemed like an eternity. It was his favourite dildo, to boot, curved and studded in all the right places and it prodded his prostate on every downstroke. Oh, he came at least once if he remembers it right, but it didn’t stop him from completing those hundred strokes the fastest. In celebration, he came with a cry, cum spattering your legs and even the participant across him, his orgasm was that powerful.
- Unlike the other guys, Genji’s still raring to go by the time you’re ready to go home. If you’re tired, he’ll happily carry everything for you and even cradle you in his arms into the car. He didn’t have to do any of the work at the party, so with your permission, he’ll take care of you. If you aren’t, he makes sure to hurry you along and pester you until you pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless. He’s cum a bunch of times already, but there’s just something about the energy of the party that makes him super horny and pumped up. At home, under you, over you, he’ll fuck you for as long as you want and cum in you as many times as you desire. Heck, he’ll only stop when you tell him that you’re tired and oversensitive and ready to go to bed. Even then, Genji will clean everything and snuggle you in the shower, even help dry your hair and then join you in bed.
Tag: Genji
“I want you to record yourself masturbating and then you’re going to send it to me so I can decide if it’s good enough to put online. Now don’t disappoint me” with young Genji please!
“I want you to record yourself masturbating and then you’re going to send it to me so I can decide if it’s good enough to put online. Now don’t disappoint me.” Your text reached his phone hours ago and he’s read it countless times, enough that it’s almost seared into his brain at this point.
Genji has performed for you many a time, often naked, sometimes with another participant, but always with you in the room. Now, he finds himself blushing with shame and…something else as he prostrates himself before the camera, arching his back in that way that he knows you love. With sinuous movements, he slides back to sit on his knees with his fists planted on the bed between his thighs.
“Master,” he whimpers.
The bell on his collar tinkles gently with every move he makes and he blushes hotly at the sound, at how he looks like to any viewer. Submissive, vulnerable, so eager to please and ready to be fucked into oblivion. He turns around and gets on all fours again and sticks out his ass, spreading his cheeks to reveal the jewel studded plug he has embedded in his slutty hole. It glistens with lube, shining in the bright light and drawing attention to his puffy ring.
“Mmm, master, my plug slides in so easily after you fucked me today,” Genji moans, teasing the sensitive skin with a light touch, feeling the ache from how hard you railed into him not an hour ago. “I wish I could keep myself open for you all the time, plugged up and ready to be used.”
His cock bobs when he slides down to brace his chest on the bed so he can reach back to jerk his cock with one hand and toy with the plug using the other. He gyrates to the deep thrum of the music he has playing in the background, stroking his cock to the beat and showing off how heavy his balls are and how the muscles on his ass and back flex as he starts to build his pleasure.
“Can I use the stroker, Master?” Panting and groaning interrupts him and he squirms, trying to gather his thoughts. “I’ve been such a good kitty, can I please?”
Lube quickly comes into play and so does a clear stroker, the angle of the camera and his body forcing him onto his back so there’s a clear view to his now glistening cock. The jewel of the plug bobs as his ass clenches on it with every stroke of the toy, the bumps and ridges and bristles easily taking him to the edge. Genji’s soft moans thank you and he spreads his legs wide into the air to display all of him.
“Oh, Master, I wish you could fuck me right now.” His hand is ceaseless in its pumping on his cock and his plug slips out accidentally from how hard he clenches on it. Genji slips it back in and fucks himself with it, whining for your touch and your monster dildo to fill him. “Mmm, you’ve trained me too well, Master. This little plug doesn’t do anything for me now. I want your cock so fucking bad, oh please fuck me!”
Bracing his legs on the bed, he starts to fuck up into the stroker and onto the plug like a madman, moaning and whimpering and sobbing for your permission to cum. But when it doesn’t, he cries out in frustration and stills his shaking hips forcefully, “Master, please let me cum! I’ll be such a good kitty, I swear. Haven’t I done a good job, Master? Oh please-”
And yet, the camera remains silent and Genji writhes on the bed with denied orgasm. He can’t cum, but he still has to try. He can’t disappoint you after all.
I’d like to ask whichever sentence from the flirty meme for Genji. I’d like make him feel loved and cared for <3 He has this one tragic voice line in retribution about agreeing to be cybernized so that he could walk again, and I want to shower him with lots of love (°◡°♡) Thank you for your hard work!! ☆ ～('▽^人)
I chose ‘you know i love to hold your hand, but today you just look too good from behind’. I haven’t heard that voice line yet (although I haven’t had time to play retribution too many times), but damn it just hits you right in the feels. (also i should be doing my work but fuck it, procrastination is the way to go apparently.)
You’re admittedly not a fan of physical contact, so it’s rare that you meet someone else who has the same level of aversion to touch as you do. And goddammit it’s just your luck that you really really want to keep touching that person.
Genji is that fucking person. Even after he makes his peace with his body and his fate, there’s still that little part of him that shies away from touch – as though he feels like he’d dirty them. It takes months, but he comes to not only allow you to touch him, but he learns to seek you out as well. Zenyatta approves of it, partakes in it himself when he can although on a platonic level.
Of course, you’re far from just platonic touching – trust me it took a long time for you to coax the ninja into it. These days though, you just stick to holding hands, because if you can’t grope his pecs and shoulders, his hand will have to do. Genji humours you most of the time, lacing his fingers into yours and pulling it against his chest to cradle it. Sometimes he brings it up to his face as though to kiss it, forgetting that his mask is still securely fastened to his helmet. He’s squished your knuckles like that a few times, but you let it go once you see his body squirm in embarrassment and apology.
Some days, though…
Some days, you just can’t resist. Like today.
“M-master, what are you doing?” he stiffens up in your grasp, his torso and head swivelling enough so he can look at you over his broad shoulder.
You, on the other hand, just grin, catlike, and knead at what is in your hands. “What do you mean, what am I doing?” Come on, Genji, say it!
The ninja clears his throat and his hands drop from where they’ve shot up to his chest. “Why are you groping my ass?” his usually deep voice is squeaky and higher pitched than normal, turning even higher when you angle your hands so your fingers are teasing the seam of his crotch and inner thigh.
You giggle and purr at him, rolling your body and hips against him, rubbing all over him until Genji has to turn and hug you to pin your arms to your waist. “Master,” he narrows his eyes at you through the visor.
Snapping your teeth at him, you pull your arms out of his weak grasp and wrap it around so you can get back to playing with that bubble butt of his. “You know I love to hold your hand, right, kitty?”
You can almost see him roll his eyes, you certainly hear it though. “That’s not my hand, master,” he sighs but arches his back to push those fleshy globes further into your grasp anyway, secretly loving the feel of your expert touch.
“No it’s not,” you grin and kiss the underside of his jaw. “But today you just look too good from behind. I couldn’t resist.”
Finally deciding to play along, Genji pouts at you and nuzzles your cheek gently to avoid scratching you with the metal mask. “You mean I don’t look good from behind every day, master?”
Your nails dig into his ass and you hear his crystal clear whimper of pleasure. “Cheeky kitty.”
May I get “You look good while getting fucked, now smile for the camera” with young genji?
“I didn’t realise you were such a slut, my green dragon,” you purr and bounce on him, hands crawling along his lightly tanned, toned body until you encircle them around his neck.
He smirks up at you, disheveled green hair only mussing more when he tilts his head to press further into your grip. “Life is short and meaningless without the pleasures of the flesh,” he hisses and braces his legs so as to thrust up into you at your command. “And the pleasures of the flesh,” he continues with a moan when you press against the underside of his jaw, making him see stars even as he whispers out the rest of his sentence, “is nothing compared to the thrill of the forbidden.”
You laugh at the sweet yet odd poetry he spouts, your hips never ceasing their undulation even when he starts to grip your ass in an iron grip. He’s still gasping and purring from the constriction of your hands with a slack grin on his face, his cock throbbing inside you in tempo with the weak waves of the orgasm that suddenly sneaks up on you.
It is only when your mind clears slightly that you remember that you’re not exactly alone. You bare your teeth at him and you dig your nails into the sides of his unprotected neck, “And nothing is more forbidden than a son of the Shimada whoring himself out on camera, is there?”
He rumbles, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and mumbles, “Fuck yes.”
“You look so good being fucked,” you purr out, echoing a comment that you read off of a screen nearby. “Now smile for the camera.” Genji laughs breathlessly and cums at that moment, arching off the bed and letting his lips spread into a smile of ecstasy.
“Perfect.”
Day 17: Pegging w/ Genji
Needed some dom!reader after all this Cultist!Zen nonsense! Bleh!!
“When is the last time you had a dick in your mouth?”
Genji didn’t answer. He couldn’t, because his mouth was full of your favourite toy you used for him. The same green of his lights, which you took delight in. And strapped to your most comfortable harness. You, standing over his kneeling form. His body was slack, and he only kept his body as stiff as he needed to stay upright. The stiffest part of Genji’s body was his cock (mauve to match his body under his armour), which he jerked weakly and mindlessly. His hand paused at the head of his cock, and his forefinger rubbed circles into the frenulum on the underside of the head.
Greetings! If you’re still up for a request, would you mind doing 15!Genji for us, thirsty singles, with a dash of your filthy theme? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Thank you for your effort, I appreciate it! ∑d(°∀°d)
“What is that?” your incredulous voice interrupts Genji from his meditation.
“What is what, dearest?” he tilts his head, black floppy bunny ears framing his face with that move. Unmoving from his cross legged position on the cushion, he removes his mask and peers up at you innocently.
“That playboy bunny outfit,” your mouth runs dry as he unfolds himself from his position, his hips swaying seductively as he approaches you.
“Oh, this?” he tugs at the cups of the costume, pressing his elbows together as though to draw your attention to his armoured cleavage. “You like it?”
Then, in a move that absolutely floors you, he goes down to his hands and knees and crawls. His black puffy tail wags from side to side with each move he makes, emphasising the perfect globes of his bite-able, grab-able ass. He licks his lips hungrily the moment he draws level with your legs and rubs himself up against you like a cat, caressing your calves and thighs and mewling at you. “How may I serve you today, miss?” he bats his eyelashes coquettishly, rising to his feet and grinding against you at the same time. “Would you like to try our special today?”
You growl at his teasing, slapping his ass and gripping it tight, “Your special? It’d better be on the house with such abysmal customer service.”
Genji purrs and coyly drags down the cups of his costume down, “Of course, miss. Nothing less for our favourite customer.” He gets down to his knees and noses at your hip with a blush on his cheeks and a lustful look in his eye.
His words and his conduct make you smile and wrap his silken ribbon around your hand to anchor him to you, “Good boy.”
😍😍😍
For the smut meme, 30 + Genji, please?
One good thing about having Genji for a lover is that he’s usually down for anything your twisted mind comes up with. Like when you instruct him to put on a show for you, he not only goes along with you, but takes it and runs with it for the full nine yards.
How he manages to make the act of stripping out of his sweats and hoodie look so seductive, you have no idea. He tosses the articles of clothing aside, his mask and helm following soon after. Gyrating and moving to the beat of the music you have blaring in the background, he secures his favourite dildo to the chair in between your legs and smirks at you.
“No touching,” he says breathlessly, unlatching his crotch guard. It’s a hell of a request, but you did ask him to put on the show, and so you grip the seat under you.
His cock bounces out, already half hard and leaking. It doesn’t need his touch to thicken, only your gaze and the prospect of what he’s going to do for you. Genji moans and sits on your lap, grinding his erection against the silicon dildo and teasing you with fleeting touches of his wandering hands. Lube is snatched up, opened, and drizzled over both his cock and the dildo. He slicks both cocks up with his hands and by sliding them together, the resulting sound making you swear at him.
He laughs, kisses you, and taunts you as he starts to work on spreading his ass. Didn’t you wish you could touch him, wish you could drive him insane through fucking him? Dirty fantasies start to spill from his lips as he decides he’s ready for the dildo, as he angles the tip into his hole. Bit by bit, he descends upon the thick cock, his voice turning breathier with every inch that disappears inside him.
But by now, you’re starting to lose your patience. In one swift move, you have one hand around the back of his neck and the other clamping down on his hip. He gasps in surprise, his body already struggling, but you mercilessly yank him down until his ass meets the chair under you and his balls are pressed flush against your crotch. Genji lets out a strangled scream and arches his back at the sudden flash of pleasure and pain, and croaks out a ‘why’.
With a smirk, you claim his lips and start to force him to ride you. You can go along with his little game another time, right now, you want to destroy his hole.
Can I get Genji and 9 Please?
“You don’t mind if I take some photos of you like this, do you, kitty?” you tease him as your camera goes off.
Genji gurgles in response, though you think it’s more because of the dildo fucking his ass than anything you said. You sit astride his hips, enjoying the feel of his half hard cock spasming within you with every thrust of the machine. The twin sensations make Genji arch his back and strain against his binds with a cry, tears and drool dampening his face and the pillow under his head.
A giggle escapes your lips at the blissed out expression on his face, knowing that no one else would see this side of him. Not this side of him that is so happy to have their mouth jammed open with a spider gag, to be fucked to the point where he can’t articulate a single word. This is the side of him that only uses his bedroom eyes to beg for mercy, this side of him that readily degrades himself for your pleasure and amusement.
His tongue rolls out of his mouth at a particular thrust of the dildo in his ass, mild gags and coughs the only sounds emanating from him as he tries to swallow his saliva so he can breathe. It makes you smile, the confusion and hazy desire in his eyes, and you snap another photo.
“Now trace the alphabet in the air for me, will you?”
omg “One wrong move and it’s back into the cage. Am I making myself clear?” would be great with Genji if you’re up for it. He’s been a bad boi and needs to go to the time out box.
😛
Genji did his morning yoga. He stretched his arms above his head. Then he folded forward at the waist, almost putting his nose between his thighs. He made sure to do plenty of downward dogs, wiggling his rear to properly align his feet.
You sipped your coffee, then you put the cup back down, pointedly ignoring his butt pointed in your direction.
Genji tried another forward fold. He peeked between his thighs to check if you were watching.
You were not.
He planted his hands and lifted his lower body into a handstand. He gracefully parted his legs for a handstand split.
“That’s not going to work,” you muttered. You took another sip of your coffee.
“Come onnnnn,” he taunted, sinking into a perfect side split. He hooked his fingers in the square holes in the wire bars of the cage.
You ignored him some more until he rattled the cage wall.
“If you break it, I’m whoring you out to pay for a new one.”
Genji snickered.
“I will whore myself for free. For you.”
“Okay,” you said, putting your coffee aside. “On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“I get two orgasms for your every one,” you said, holding up two fingers.
He nodded. “Consider it done.”
“I’m warning you. One wrong move, and it’s back in the cage,” you warned. “Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Swatting the Dragon
Genji hated waiting for the impact of the paddle against his ass. You skimmed the rim of the paddle along a patch of synthetic skin that you hadn’t paddled yet, teasing him for what was to come next. Genji stuck his ass out against the paddle, wanting you to hurry up. He hummed a high-pitched whine.
You stepped closer and reached around his body to grip his cock tightly. You jerked him fast. He stood up on his tip-toes bent backwards, trying to escape the stimulation. Too much, and he would cum.
“No, please!” he begged.
Toad's Cave 