#blackwatch genji skin

[diverbots]

to be fair, genji without his headpieces is also bald so like father like son

That could be true but I still think Genji has a head full of hair. Maybe the ‘genes’ got to Genya lol.

[shouga-nai]

This Genji leaped over my team and zeroed in on me with the Dragonblade. It was personal.

[genjispeace]

Run - Genji X Reader

In which Genji gives into his dark desires.

tags: NSFW, fem reader? (Genji calls them good girl, pretty girl, etc. but I don't think any pronouns are used idk), knife play, rough! sex, a thing for tears, unprotected sex, filthy, dark, and dirty, "Run, and if I catch you, I fuck you"

A/N: i'm surprised I wrote this as fast as I did, but it combines some of my favorite tropes. It is also a bit darker than some of my previous works, but I do still hope you all enjoy this <3

Genji shouldn’t like this. He knows he shouldn’t, but some dark, depraved part of him adores the way your tears stain your cheeks. You sob so pretty. He’s sure it’d be even prettier if you were sobbing for him. 

“I hate you!” You scream out, the words slicing through the air. You don’t mean them, not even close. Genji doesn’t even flinch at your cruelness. In fact, his mask shifts in a way that almost looks like he smiled. He doesn’t move out of the chair in his room that the two of you are in, but you keep pacing through the room. 

“I know you do,” he says softly. You two had been on a mission together, and you ended up taking the fall for something that was both of your faults. You did it without hesitation, knowing Genji would be kicked out if he fucked up again. And yet, the vicious reprimands from Reyes still stung at your heart. You have always been good, almost perfect, at your job, and it’s something that you take pride in. 

“I told you not to take the fall,” Genji says. You bite out a chuckle, a humorless sound suffocated by tears.

“And what? Let you get kicked out?” You sigh, letting your tears fall again. It shouldn’t sting your pride this much to be yelled at, but it does. 

Genji watches your movements, entranced at your puffy cheeks and red face. You’re a tight ball of sadness and frustration, but your tears look so beautiful. A part of him wants to go to Reyes and break his nose for making you cry, but another part of him wants to bend you over and make you cry for him, the only thing you should cry for. The image in his head is enough to have him hardening in his pants, still in his Blackwatch uniform. He wonders if other parts of your body look this pretty when they’re red. 

A tinge of guilt radiates through his body. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. He knows he shouldn’t, but you seem to take over him. Since the accident, he has had hardly any desire for anybody, but you’re different. Sick thoughts, ones of making you breathless and begging, take over his mind. He wonders if you’d like it rough or if you’d like it soft and gentle, like a lover. He could do both, be both, if that’s what you wanted. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” you mutter when you notice his dark eyes tracing your body. It’s a look you can’t quite decode, and that drives you insane.

“Why not?” Genji’s voice is soft and breathy, and it sends chills along your skin. His eyes slowly drag back to your face, and the look in his eyes makes the hair on the back of your neck stand. It’s dark, twisted, hungry. 

“I don’t know what it means,” you breathe out softly. Genji takes in a sharp breath as your eyes meet his. Yours are still glossy from tears and the sight goes straight to his cock. Maybe it’s best that you don’t know what it means. Maybe it’s best you don’t know he’s thinking about how pretty you would look crying while you come around his cock. He should be more ashamed that he’s getting hard by your sobs, but he isn’t.

“You don’t want to know what it means,” he says. He’s teetering on the edge of pushing you against the wall and pressing his lips to yours. You face him and square your shoulders, eyes narrowing. 

“I think I do,” you say. He’s always been alluring to you, but nothing that you would act on. He seems tortured, like he needs to be the one to make the first move. You spent countless nights hoping he would do just that, but never had your wishes fulfilled. Your heartbeat picks up at the thought of him wanting you. Is that what that look is? “I’m having…twisted thoughts about you,” he says his words carefully, his dark eyes scanning your entire face for your reaction. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. Twisted?

“Twisted how?” You ask, taking a step forward.

Genji’s resolve snaps when he sees you step toward him instead of away when he says he’s having thoughts. He stands quickly and closes the distance between the two of you. You don’t back away, and that has his skin burning. He needs to touch you. 

“I want to fuck more tears out of you,” Genji says as he stands over you. He’s not incredibly tall, but his presence fills the entire room, leaving it thick with tension and desire. You look at him, feeling heat spread across your body under his gaze.

You smile. 

You fucking smile. The motion has Genji hardening even more. His pretty little thing likes it rough, hm? Oh, he’ll show you rough.

“Tell me to stop, and it ends,” he says, before he leans down and presses a soft kiss against your neck. You shake your head. You’re not stopping him.

“Ten seconds, pretty girl. You get ten seconds. Run, and if I catch you, I’ll fuck you so hard that all those tears will be mine,” he says against your skin. 

“You-” You start, but your words get caught in your throat. Genji gives you just enough time to say no, and you couldn’t even dream of that. You want this, him, badly. 

“Ten.”

He’s serious. Any questions you had in the back of your mind are lost and you turn to the door. You sprint out of it, leaving it swinging behind you. You hear him chuckle softly as he continues counting down. Your heart beats hard as you run through the base’s hallways, but the heat spreading to your core makes it hard to focus. It’s late enough that the hallways are completely empty. You distantly hear his countdown get closer to zero, and you scramble for ideas. You can’t outrun him. He’s faster and stronger, but maybe you could hide. You dart past a few more doors before you reach your room and sneak in, forgetting to close the door behind you. He reached zero a few seconds ago and you can hear his footsteps approaching. He usually moves in silence, so you know he wants you to hear each step he makes. You duck into your closet, closing the door behind you. Surely he won’t find you, right? Though, do you really want him to not find you? The footsteps get closer, and you take a sharp intake and watch through the barely there crack in your closet doors. Genji stands in your bedroom doorway, shaking his head. 

“Oh, pretty little thing, don’t you know to cover your tracks?” He says softly, stepping into the room and pulling the door shut behind himself. He clicks the lock on it, and you hold your breath as he starts to pace the room. He checks the bathroom first, then around the room, until he looks at the closet. Your heart stops as you swear the two of you make eye contact through the crack in the door. He steps towards you, yanking the closet door open. His head tilts as he sees you, and you take your lip in between your teeth. 

“Gotcha,” he says, and you have a feeling he’s smiling under the mask. He reaches out to you, taking a handful of your hair and pulling you out of the closet. His grip is tight, and the slight pain only builds the heat in you. You whimper in his hold, letting him stare down at you. 

He uses his other hand to pull the mask down, then uses his tight grip in your hair to push you closer to him. There’s a moment of hesitation, where he loosens his grip enough to let you push him away. You don’t, instead closing the distance and pressing your lips against his. His kiss is hungry, desperate, feral, and you devour it. He pulls on your hair enough to cause you to let out a soft gasp, which he uses to his advantage to gain access to your mouth. His tongue takes over yours, like a man starved. You whimper against the kiss, his roughness only making you wetter. 

Genji pulls away, his grip gone from your hair. You whine at the lack of any sort of contact, but your eyes widen when he unsheathes one of his blades. It’s a shorter one, nowhere near as long as his sword, but it’s still a blade. There’s a wicked glimmer in his eyes and he looks into yours, an eyebrow raised, as he throws the knife. The blade plants deeply into the hardwood, the handle out. You watch in confusion as Genji sits in your armchair, just a few inches from where he planted the blade. It sticks out in between his feet, and you frown. What is he doing?

“Ride it,” he says, leaning back in the chair. Your mouth hangs open. He wants you to… “Ride my blade,  pretty girl.”

There’s a challenge in his tone, his dark eyes watching you. Heat rises through your body at the thought of him watching you ride one of his knives, and your sex riddled brain makes the decision. You pull your pants down slowly, your wet underwear sticking to your core for a brief second. Genji’s eyes narrow in on that, and you can’t help the smile as he watches you. If he’s going to tease you, you’re going to do it right back. You drop to your knees by the blade, leaning down and taking as much of the handle in your mouth as you can. Genji groans at the sight, but doesn’t intervene. You continue to wet the handle with your saliva, running your tongue up and down the base. You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and he has to shift in his chair. He could touch himself now, but he’s holding back. 

Once the handle is wet enough, you rise and position your hips over it. You sink down onto it slowly, whining as the hard material stretches you. It’s only a few inches, but it’s thick and sturdy, and you need any sort of touch right now. Genji watches you with intent, his eyes on where you and his blade are connected. You take all of it in and sigh, letting yourself adjust to the size. 

Your shirt hangs low on you, and as you start to move up and down the blade, it falls in front of you. Genji growls, upset that his view is being blocked, and another one of his blades is quickly unsheathed. He moves with expert grace and precision, slicing through the material. The shreds of your shirt drop to the ground around you, your bra also in shambles. You shudder as he presses the blade against your throat, using it to tilt your head up. You swallow, feeling the blade against your skin. You’re not in any true danger with him. He’s an expert with blades, and you know you won’t be cut unless it’s intentional. 

“Look at me while you read my blade, baby,” he says. You nod, not trusting yourself to form words, and he lets the blade fall away. You’re close enough to touch him, so you brace yourself on his thighs as you start to move up and down on the handle of his knife. You whimper softly as you take it all over and over again, your nails digging into his thighs. It stretches you so nicely, and the fact that it’s a knife, his knife, makes you even wetter. This is a blade he has taken on more missions than you can count, and here you are riding it while he watches. 

“Does it feel good?” Genji asks above you. 

“So…good,” you say. He reaches to your chest, grabbing your nipples and rolling them between his fingers. A sharp whine sounds from your throat when he pinches both of them, and you clench around the blade. 

“Genji, please,” you mutter. You need more. 

“Please what?” Genji says, pinching so hard that it starts to hurt. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a delicious building heat. You’re so close, but you need more. 

“More…” you shudder out, your orgasm building as you continue to ride the blade. “Please. More. I need-”

Your voice catches in your throat when he leans forward and reaches in between you. His metal fingers graze your clit softly, and you buck your hips toward his hand. A light burns in his dark eyes. He pushes into your clit harder, rubbing circles into it. The motion, the blade, all of it has you falling apart. Your head falls into his lap, but his other hand balls your hair into his fist and pulls you back up. 

“You’re going to look at me while you come on my blade,” he commands. His dark eyes are full of hunger and it sends chills down your spine. You start to snap something back, but he pushes down on your clit. The sensations overcome you and you scream out his name as your orgasm rocks through you. Your head starts to sway from the strength of it, your eyes seeing stars, and Genji lets you rest your head in his lap to regain yourself for a few seconds. 

“Can’t wait to kill somebody with that blade knowing what you did to it,” he says, softly petting your hair. You clench around it. Perhaps it’s sick, dark, twisted, to be so attracted to the thought of him using the blade that’s currently several inches deep into you to kill somebody. If it is, then you are sick as well. 

“You’re going to use this blade after this?” You find yourself asking. 

“Of course. It’s my favorite blade now,” Genji says. He lifts your head up softly, cupping your cheeks. “Can you go for another one?”

It’s a stark contrast to the depraved roughness, but you nod. You want more, need more. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, his thumb running along your cheek. He helps you off the knife and stand up, even if it’s only briefly, before he pushes you down onto your bed. You land softly, and he’s on top of you quickly. He brings his lips to yours, peppering a soft kiss on them. He pulls back and you whimper at the loss of contact. 

“That desperate, hm?” He smiles as he stands. He pulls his sheathes off, letting all of his gear drop to the floor around him. 

“Don’t tease me,” you beg. Genji just smirks at you. He pulls his shirt over his head and drops it to the floor. His lithe frame is intoxicating, his lean muscles flexing as he moves. You could watch it for hours, but you know Genji has other plans for you. 

He hooks his fingers into his waistband, pulling his pants and boxers down. Your mouth waters at the sight. He’s certainly bigger than the handle of the blade, and flesh. Your core clenches at the sight, and he lets you look your fill.

“Nobody has looked at me like that since the accident,” Genji says softly, a laugh sounding through the air.

“You’re beautiful,” you say, and you hope it sounds as genuine as it is. “Truly.”

“Ah, don’t stroke my ego,” Genji says as he leans back over you. You start to say something back, but his lips connect with one of your nipples and it has you gasping. He chuckles against your skin, pressing his tongue against your nipple. You moan out his name, but it’s more of a  plea than anything else. You need him. 

“You sound so pretty,” he says. 

“Please, Genji, don’t tease me,” you whisper out in between soft breaths. He shakes his head, his dark hair tickling your chest. 

“I’ll do as I please, baby,” he looks up at you, keeping his eyes on yours as he takes your other nipple into his mouth. He takes it in between his teeth and the ragged feeling has your back arching into him. He reaches down in between the two of you, and you gasp as he drags his fingers along your core. The touch is gone as soon as it was there, and you squirm under him at the loss of contact. He brings his fingers up to his mouth,  dipping them behind his lips and sucking you off of them. 

��Fucking incredible,” he says. You hold his dark gaze, and you know you look pathetic.

“I need you inside me. Please,” you whimper out. Genji snarls, actually snarls, and pulls away from you. He’s back on you almost immediately, lining himself up at your entrance. He sinks into you slowly, the room filling with soft moans from both of you. His hands grip your hips tightly, tight enough that it hurts, but your brain is too focused on the feelings he’s giving you now. Hell, you like the pain. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says as he pushes further in. He stretches you so perfectly, the sting melding with the pleasure. He barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s pulling back and thrusting back in. You scream out, your hand balling up the blanket under you. 

“You look so good like this. At my fucking mercy, pretty girl.” His vulgar words mixed with the praise has you clenching around him, which makes a sick smile appear on his features. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, and he knows it. His metal hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing circles in it, rougher as he thrusts in. Your back arches into him at the combined sensations, and he uses the opportunity to press a soft kiss against your throat. You fall back, heat starting to build in your stomach. 

“Genji,” you say softly.

“I know, baby,” is all he replies. He keeps working you with both his cock and his hand, until you’re whimpering and falling apart under his touch. Your orgasm rattles over with you a force unmatched by anything you’ve experienced before. Your vision dots with black as you scream out his name. He continues thrusting into you, continues rubbing on your clit, continues his harsh grip on your hip. The overstimulation makes your body shake, and tears start to prick your eyes. One of them falls down your cheek and you go to wipe it away, but Genji’s hand catches your wrist.

“Let me see those tears, pretty girl,” he says. You nod, and he releases your wrist. Your hands somehow find their way to his back, and you dig your nails in hard as he continues to overstimulate you. You know your nails are probably hurting him, but he doesn’t say anything. Tears pour out of your eyes now, tracing the lines they made earlier. 

“You’re doing so good for me,” Genji mutters, his voice raspy. You look past your teary eyes to see him, his dark hair falling over his face. You reach to him, cupping his face and running your finger along one of the bigger scars. The gesture is tender, and it catches him off guard, but he loves the way you look at him. His thrusts start to get sloppy, and you can tell he’s getting close. Another tear falls out of your eye as your body reaches another climax. It rocks through you and has you clenching down on his cock, which is enough to send him over the edge. You keep clenching around him as he goes through his orgasm, his head falling to the crook of your neck. 

It takes the both of you a bit to calm down enough to move. He moves first, pulling away enough to kiss the tears along your skin. You smile softly at him. He’s the perfect mix of dark, twisted desires and soft, gentle love. He eventually helps you get cleaned up and gets you some water to drink before pulling you into bed with him. He cradles you so gently, his hand running along your hair as you rest your head against his chest. Your hand traces connection between metal and skin, sleep starting to take over. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you say softly. Your voice sounds groggy with sleep.

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” he replies. You nod, moving just enough to press your lips to the place where metal and flesh melds on his chest. He tenses, but when your soft lips press a part of him that he’s hated, he finds himself wishing your lips would touch it more often. Perhaps you’re healing him, healing his wounds.

[overwatchfics]

i saw youre doing requests! can i request dating headcanons where y/n is a blackwatch agent also dating a fellow blackwatch agent (genji, cass, moira, and reaper)? tia! <3

Blackwatch Dating HC's

Already did Cassidy's so just the rest of Blackwatch.

Genji

Not at his healthiest, but God damn his angstiness is kinda hot for you.

While he is focused on vengeance against his brother, you manage to pull him out of it or you help him vent and vow to help him out.

Genji really appreciates the gesture

When Genji is off of his vengeful Shimada bs he'd love to take you to the arcade, an old past time of his.

He's not really in it for playing to win anymore he just likes seeing the smile on your face when you're playing with him.

Anything to tear him away from his Blackwatch work.

If your a electrical engineer of any kind hell occasionally let you mess with the lighting on his body

You totally didn't use his body as a disco ball while blasting funk nope

When it's just the two of you in a private place, he shows his love through physical touch

Genji likes to cradle your face and lightly graze his thumbs across your skin

If you're lucky he might take off his mask and ask to kiss you

You're going to have to be real patient with him, after his murder he's real insecure about his being as a cyborg.

If he does kiss you he's gentle, he has a feral side that wants to go all put, but around you he wants to savor the moment and keep you there in his arms.

As far as dinners go, he doesn't really eat much... not much left of a body to sustain anyways, but he'll be more than happy to help you cook!

He's great with a knife, doesn't have to worry about nicking himself.

In the bed, Genji's a cuddler. He is semi-emberassed about it. He falls asleep on his side and wake up wrapped around you.

I liken Genji to a cat, he just rubs up against you trying to get some affection and cuddles he's too scared to ask for.

If you two are on missions together, he sticks by you, no arguments and everyone on the team knows this. Not even Commander Reyes can separate the two of you.

After long missions spent apart Genji shows up at your room or vice versa but no matter you hell take you into his arms and press his head against your shoulder.

He fears losing you as he has lost himself.

Moira

Listen, you have to be into science if you're going to roll with Moira.

Since you're a science person or an agent who operates in the science division you can expect to be working with Moira a lot

While she won't experiment on you (unless you ask) she'll ask for your participation in helping her with an experiment and analysis.

You both know it's hard to find time for either of you to go out together, so the best time for dates is unsurpsingly in the lab.

Moira will gladly do a couple silly experiments to keep moral high with various experiment such as giving a rabbit a pair of human arms, exploding goop, and some stuff they probably belongs in Area 51.

After it's been in exhausting day you two will find it easier to just walk over to whoevers room is the closest and crash there. Not before before pulling you close and kissing you. Moira looks into your eyes and wonders how you can put up with her insanity.

Blanket hugger I swear, she's not even ashamed about it

She also has the coldest feet she's so tall most blankets won't cover her completely.

Hope you don't mind being Moira's little space heater, she'll leech your warmth.

Has all of her limbs wrapped around you kind of like a spider

Loves you more than she'll ever admit.

If you're out on the field, you can bet sharing notes and observations is a must.

Since you're same department you two get to stick together

Gabriel (Commander Reyes)

Big man, soft heart.

It's lonely at the top and he loves when you drag him out of the base to do stuff.

Gabriel loves to go to the movies, horror and comedy in particular

Also gives him an excuse to have you hold his hand during some scary parts

Also adores glancing at you laughing at some dumb scene in a comedy

Always brings his heavy gray hoodie and has you wear it if the theater gets to cold. Gabe always manages to grab a picture of you in it and set it as his screen saver.

Type of man to take you out to dinner afterward, and refuses to let go of your hand.

On base you can hang with him in his room, since he's Commander his accomadations are nicer than yours.

He has a heated blanket and you can't find the heart to tell him no when he asks you if you want to cuddle with him.

Gabriel is a big man, but the way he holds you is unmatched to anyone else

He is gentle with his touch and likes to rest you on top of his chest.

His heartbeat puts you at ease and sleep finds you easier than normal.

On missions with him, it's common to get separated since he's Commander there are times where he works from a computer to strategize in comms. But the few times he's on the field you two are a force of nature.

Unstoppable really.

After long missions apart, Gabriel searches for you and when he find you he pulls you into a searing kiss and lifts you up, smiling with tears in his eyes tha you're ok.

With his warm hand in yours, tomorrow is a new day and any day with Gabe is a good day.

A/N: I already did Cassidy's for dating HC's so I did the other homies of black watch. I'm going to sleep now but I'll update the master list tomorrow.

Have a request? Drop it in the request box and be sure to check the rules!

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Voyeuristic Intentions: Blackwatch!Genji Shimada x Reader x Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy (NSFW)

Contains: Poly sex, oral sex, anal sex, slight masturbation, hair pulling, semi-public sex, spanking (done once), dirty talk, slight-voyeurism with a little surprise at the end ;)

Reyes’ office was dark, tall curtains drawn shut from the bright white snow outside glittering in the moonlight. Winds howled, pushing against the reinforced glass and metal windows that protected you from the harsh Swiss weather. It was dark overall, to be honest. Instead of the normal gray and white paint coating the walls of the rest of the Overwatch base, Reyes made it a fact to paint the walls black in his office despite the small Blackwatch wing matching the rest of the base.

Your feet squeaked against the polished marble tiles. They were a light gray to match the ceiling, contrasting the black, it made everything feel sterile strangely.

Normally it would feel like you were suffocating when you sat across from him in this office, the void black walls would feel like they were closing in on you as you would get a lecture. Now, it felt as though it was pushing them both closer to you.

Both the jingling sound of spurs and the clicking of cybernetics made your head swim. You felt hot under the collar of your Blackwatch uniform, you felt it clinging to you in ways that made you wish they would both pull it off of you faster.

You felt Cole’s hands run up your sides, fingertips digging into your ribs so tightly that you swore he could feel your heart beating through the bone cage. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, wanting to so desperately yank it off of you without fear of the consequences of a ruined uniform. That would certainly land you right back here in Reyes’ office for a stern lecture. He was behind you, his broad and brawny chest was pressed up against your back. He had his face buried in the side of your neck, his beard scratching at your skin as he pressed hot kisses to your throat and biting the columns of your neck. He was so warm, his heat made you want to cry and rip your uniform right off your body.

Genji was in front of you. Unlike Cole who was pressed up against your back, Genji gave you just a bit of room before you so you wouldn’t feel crushed. His hands were cold, you welcomed them as they traveled along your front side. From your face to your throat where he could feel your pulse racing under his thumb down to your chest and shoulders where he grabbed at to guide you forward into the empty office. His eyes were open, trained on yours, looking for even the slightest hesitation to let him know to stop.

Reyes’ office wasn’t all that furnished. A large metal desk towards the back of the room, his large and overstuffed desk chair sat tall facing three smaller chairs. They were metal with only a little bit of a padding for the cushion, it helped drill in the feeling that you were in trouble. You would rather be handcuffed in the holding cells on the concrete and metal jut out that made up the “bed” than those chairs. There were barely any hangings on the walls, just a few plaques bestowed upon him by Overwatch as well as a group photo of Blackwatch hung behind him.

All that was missing was the mug Cole comically had gotten him a while ago when you five had a mission in Houston; A big white coffee mug with the words ‘World’s Best Dad’ written on it seemingly with black crayon.

“You sure we won’t get in trouble,” you glanced over your shoulder to the tall cowboy behind you.

Cole only tutted you, knocking back the tip of his stetson, feigning being wounded.

“Darlin’, ya hurtin’ me,” he nuzzled into your hair, “ya know we’ll take mighty good care of ya.”

Cole nipped at your earlobe as he tugged on your uniform. Genji moved his cybernetic hand to your face, his cold fingers cradled your chin and lifted your head to look him in the eyes. The cyborg had removed his faceplate, revealing his full scarred face.

“And besides, the Commander is not here.”

“Yeah, probably fuckin’ Morrison in some broom closet,” Cole ground himself against your behind. “Just like how we’re gonna fuck you.”

You shivered at those words as the two gripped onto you just a bit tighter. Cole and Genji lead you deeper into the office towards the desk, Genji leaving your front for just a moment as he rounded the desk and pushed Reyes’ towering chair out of the way. Cole pushed you forward until you were pressed up against the ridge of the cold desk.

You were pushed down onto the desk only to catch yourself on your elbows. Cole wasted no time fumbling with the pants to your uniform, his large hands grabbing the belt and wrestling it off of you from behind until he was finally able to pull it off and lower your waistband and underwear to just below the curve of your ass. Cole, not being able to help himself, smacked your bare ass, a short cry managing to leave your lips before the cowboy clamped a hand over your mouth.

“Maybe we’ll save that for next time,” he smirked at Genji wolfishly.

The cyborg stayed silent as Cole fumbled with his belt, you felt Genji shift before you. The cyborg before you had removed the plate from his lower torso, revealing his erect cock now in your face. It wasn’t scarred like the rest of his body, and a bead of precum rested right at the tip slowly beading down his thick shaft.

You had leaned forward and wrapped your lips around Genji’s cock. The cyborg hissed as you swirled your tongue around his head, licking up the beads of precum that had leaked out. You had started to slowly bob your head along his length until he hit the back of your throat when you pulled back gently only to do it again. Genji placed his human hand on top of your head, fingers curling into your hair, nails biting into your scalp just enough to lightly pinch. He would sink his nails into your scalp every time you bobbed your head down on his cock, taking in his thick length more and more until you had swallowed him to the root. As you looked up, you noticed he wasn’t looking at you, instead, he had his eyes closed and his head was tilted up just a bit. His mouth was opened slightly, eyebrows twitching, and his breathing was shaky.

You heard Cole’s fly finally rip down, the cowboy’s cock hitting your bare asscheeks. You shivered when you heard him spit into his hands and stroke himself. Cole’s deep groans made you whimper against Genji’s cock.

You pulled away when you felt Cole spread your asscheeks. You whimpered at the tap at your hole and cried when you felt his lubricated head slowly penetrate through the tight hole. Genji gave you no time to catch your breath when he hoisted your jaw open and jerked his cock back into your mouth.

You could barely breathe between Genji’s cock basically choking you from the front and Cole’s cock stretching your ass from the back. Cole gave you only a moment to adjust to his girth before he started to move. It started with slow strokes, the cowboy hissing behind you as he tried to get used to how tight you were, he grabbed at your waist and dug his fingertips into your flesh.

Cole eventually got faster with his thrusts, he got more sloppy and rough with each buck of his hips. With every thrust, he would push you closer and closer to Genji, push your front into the desk even more, and jerk your legs up just a bit with each thrust to the point where you would be standing on your toes.

With every thrust from behind, you would jerk further forward, forcing you to take Genji up to the root every time.

You moaned, feeling your legs wanting to go numb. You felt static forming in your knees. Your back ached from the curve but you loved it. You don’t know how much time had passed. Minutes melted together to what felt like hours of bliss.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Cole groaned as he continued pounding away, “yer so fuckin’ tight. I can only imagine how that pretty mouth of yours feels right now.”

“Don’t stop,” the cyborg warned.

You weren’t sure who it was he warned, but you knew Cole wouldn’t let up anytime soon.

Genji’s fingers tugged at your hair again, making your back arch in a way that had Cole groaning and quicken his thrusts. You felt the coils in your core tighten up fast, you felt tight and stiff, about to tip over the edge into ecstasy.

You came with a short moan muffled by Genji’s cock. By that point, your pants had fallen to your shaking knees.

You felt Genji’s cock start to twitch in your mouth, he was groaning more, and his breathing was starting to labor until he finally came apart in your mouth.

You swallowed Genji’s salty cum, the cyborg forcing you to look him in the eyes as you did so with his fingers pinching at your jaw. You rocked in his touch as Cole still thrust from behind, you couldn’t help but screw your eyes shut when he bucked his hips and plunged himself deeper and deeper inside before you felt him twitch inside of you. You both let out moans at the warm stretch only for Cole to groan loudly, the cowboy planting a hand at the back of your head and forcing you cheek-down onto the Reyes’ cold desk.

Genji let go of your jaw to wipe away a drop of his cum that had dripped out from the corner of your mouth as Cole rode out his climax still in your ass, warmth seeping deep inside of you slowly before he pulled himself out, releasing his grip on your head in the process.

You shivered as you felt Cole’s hot and sticky cum roll down your inner thighs. The sudden opening of the door had your eyes fly open out of a mixture of shock and fear. You felt both Cole and Genji lock up, you and Cole having to whip your heads around to see the figure standing in the doorway.

Commander Reyes stood there, having now just looked up from the folder in his hands, eyes landing on the three of you at his desk and the creamy white mess. The Commander simply rolled his shoulders and lowered his brow, his lips were pressed into a tight line.

He dropped the folder to the floor by the door and kicked it closed with the heel of his combat boot, marching towards the three of you.

“Looks like you forgot to invite me to the party.”

[wildissylupus]

I've put this off for too long but here are my thoughts on the how the MW!Junker characters ended up in Junkertown;

Winston - The Tinker

Winston's probably the easiest, he just crashed in Australia after escaping the Lunar colony. Though I do think that though he considers Junkertown his home, he does travel a lot more and did actually reach out to Hammond when he saw Wrecking Ball on the news. I like to think that they are still close friends in Mirrorwatch, just living different lives. I also think Winston would still be very similar to canon, or at least he's like that with the other Junkers. With everyone else he's a bit bitter and short with.

D.VA - The Champion

D.Va is also pretty easy for me, as Junker D.Va already has voice lines with that skin and Hana in general is just an easy character to reverse. My HC is that Hana ended up in Australia after a really bad fight with the Gwishi. Unlike in canon where hiring the best gamers for the MEKA piolets, despite their age, worked immediately. It didn't in the Mirrorwatch timeline. Hana loosing D.Mon and Dae-hyun is a particularly brutal fight against the Gwishi. After that fight she ran and ended up in Junkertown. Which was good for her as Junkertown was probably the most off the grid place you can be. Most of the public think that Hana died in the same fight that took her friends. After that Hana became the champion of Junkertown. Personality wise, there is already hints in the Junker skin voicelines that this Hana focuses a lot more on mechanics. There is also hints that she's a more Han Solo like character. I also like to think that she holds bitterness towards both MEKA and her old fans, seeing them see all the heart ache and trauma she went through and choosing to capitalize off it, not only making her a soldier but also using her as a way to make money.

Genji - The Junker Ninja

Now I'm not sure if this Genji skin has voice lines with it but I'm going to go off of what information we do get, and by that I mean I'm going to look way to much into the Name Card Genji gets. So I've already talked about how I think Genji was initially a part of Talon but escaped thanks to the help of MW!Cassidy. Basically with Vengeance she went to saving Genji expecting to get a living weapon out of the situation. After Genji escapes he basically has to go completely off the grid or Talon will find him a recapture him. So he eventually ends up in Junkertown. He then meets Symmetra who replaces his prosthetics both to make Genji feel more comfortable and to make sure Talon can't track him. With the Name Card, to me he looks like he takes the role of Junker towns protector, keeping what little peace and order there is. Basically he's a Batman like character in Mirrorwatch. He would also be a lot more chaotic, basically imagine Blackwatch Genji but a little less angry and mixed with what Genji most likely was like pre-cybernetics.

Symmetra - The Innovator

Now Sym was one I was excited to get to because I genuinely think she would be a mix of Lifeweaver and Lucio, her having been taken in by Vishkar but leaving as soon as she realized that Vishkar only wanted control. Rebelling in anyway she could. There is also the fact that with the voicelines Junker Sym gets it implies that she has been in Australia for awhile, meaning she likely left as soon as she was able to. I also think that Symmetra is the leader of Junkertown in this universe, specifically with how hard light technology would innovate the technology in Junkertown. For what this means for Junkertown itself, I still think it's incredibly chaotic, but I also think that it would be healthier, more plant life being around the area, maybe even some animals too. Again the politics and general vibe would be the same. There's just more of an effort to resort the environment within Junkertown. The only thing society wise that I think would change is the view on Omnics, them being welcomed in when Sym took power.

[professionalranter31]

The factions within Overwatch piss me off, not because they exist but because even in lore it doesn’t really feel like they’re used that often beyond Talon and Overwatch

Like with Mirrorwatch most of the skins are Talon because we have so many Overwatch heroes and so few Talon heroes that the distribution is this

MW! Talon Skins

Mercy (Mythic), Tracer (Legendary), Reinhardt (Legendary), Brigitte (Epic), Ana (Legendary), Zarya (Epic)

MW! Overwatch Skins

Doomfist (Legendary), Widowmaker (Legendary), Sombra (Epic)

Three skins for the MW Overwatch

Then you get into the distribution of the heroes between the roles

The Junkers have three Tank heroes (Junker Queen, Roadhog, Wrecking Ball) and one Damage hero (Junkrat) which is wildly uneven and despite the fact that the Junkers living in a literal wasteland is the perfect setting for a Support Hero we haven’t heard anything about a Junker Support coming in the future which I feel is dumb

Then with Blackwatch they have three Damage heroes (Reaper, Genji, Cassidy) and one Support hero (Moira [it might be two because there’s some hint that Mercy used to be the Blackwatch medic but I haven’t seen any lore material for that so I can’t properly say]) with no word of they ever had a Tank, which just feels odd

Then the Shimada clan having two Damage heroes (Genji, Hanzo) and one Support hero (Kiriko) and no Tank

The Deadlock gang only technically has one hero representing them but the other does technically still represent them even if he left (Ashe, Cassidy) with no Support or Tank heroes representing them

The Shambali only has one Tank (Ramattra) and one Support (Zenyatta) representing them with no damage hero

Vishkar also doesn’t have a Tank hero, the Horizon Lunar Test Subjects only have two representing them and both are Tanks, Oasis only has one hero representing them with Moira, the Inti are only represented with Illari (like are there seriously no other people in the OW world that would step up and help Illari defend their tribe she’s fucking 18 why does she have to defend them on her own!?), Venture is the only one representing the Wayfinders Society, Torbjorn and Brigitte are the only ones representing the Ironclad Guild with no Tank, and so on

If we had a campaign or something that helped expand on these factions more maybe I wouldn’t have these feeling but they keep introducing such interesting factions with the heroes and then just not expanding on them, hell some of them have been since day one like Vishkar and yet they don’t have a map representing them

I want more heroes that expand and introduce more factions and parts of the Overwatch world but I’d also like to know more about the factions we can actually play as and since we’re not getting any sort of campaign or solo hero missions we need heroes that can actually reveal more about the factions, especially ones that fall into roles that these factions don’t have heroes in

This was more of a rant than anything but let me know what you think

Also this would help with my idea of faction buffs but I’m too tired to talk about that

[shadykazama]

Genji Shimada

So I asked my friend which Overwatch character I should do my next alphabet headcanons about and they said Genji! So I'll be doing Genji next, probably later today.

However while I was thinking about him the thought of his cybernetics came to mind and I went off on a full blown tangent about it so I figured I'd post my thoughts on how much of Genji is a cyborg before I do his relationship stuff.

This is blackwatch, Genji, I don't know if this is canon or not but for the sake of this I'm saying it is. So as far as body parts go he's definitely missing his legs knee and under. I think he's wearing armor over his thighs though, he has intact femurs. He's missing his right arm and there's some kind of internal damage in his upper chest.

His eye piece comes off seperate to his mouth piece but that doesn't mean his mouth is robotic, I just think he takes the mask part off less often. His head and heart are all intact according to voice lines and evidence from skins.

Now might I direct your attention to his canon skins. We know from the short "Dragons" that those green circles on his upper body have a release mechanism meaning they manage pressure of some kind within his body.

(We can also see there's less of them in his OW2 design so it's a possibility they got upgraded to be more efficient.)

Now I'm about to lay down my biggest actual headcanon without much evidence besides speculation and "it'd be cool" to back it up.

I think Genji has robotic lungs.

WILD TAKE I KNOW BUT HEAR ME OUT.

He can eat, heard in the voice line about him being able to handle mercy's coffee, so we know his mouth is intact, along with the rest of his digestive system. I think the mouth part of his mask is to help him breathe. I think there was major damage to his respiratory system to the point where they had to make the choice to give him mechanical replacements, hence the need to release pressure when he exerts a LOT of energy (like after his fight with hanzo in the cinematic).

He breathes in game, so we know he needs lungs. Which makes sense if most of his main organs are intact. If the main damage was to his lungs, they could give him robotic ones. And my claim of them not giving him a lung transplant is supported by the fact that Mauga was given a second CYBERNETIC heart instead of a replacement when he was critically injured.

Also in the Doomfist origin cinematic when he threw Genji into a car he started sparking and held his chest, which I know may just be "oh he's a robot of course" written off, but it'd make sense if it was his lungs!! It would put him out of a fight if he can't supply oxygen to the rest of his body. Plus it would hurt him in his chest!

Going off of this, he can definitely breathe without the mask and obviously would need to take it off to eat (he has a lot of scarring on his throat I think, and maybe his jaw) but the mask hides the scar tissue and helps regulate his breathing more naturally. Now I'm not a doctor so this next part may make no sense, and let me know if it does but maybe the mask is connected to his lungs in like a nervous system kind of way? Since they wouldn't be connected to his nervous system entirely? So when he takes the mask off he has to manually breathe. Like the mask regulates it for him so he can do it subconsciously but without the mask it's a conscious manual breathing situation.

And my only real arguments for him not having a robotic heart instead of lungs is his voice line that says "The heart of a man still beats inside of me." Which of course could be metaphorical, "I'm still the same man, just with a different body." Kind of thing, but also he just never takes off that freaking mouth piece so I was thinking it had to serve a purpose!

Lol I'll get to work on my headcanons now but let me know what y'all think of this 🙏

[thepayloadisgay]

Genji flicks the scalpel between his fingers, a gentle ting whenever it hits against the metal of his hands.

"Must you?" Moira asks, not looking up from her screen, one hand typing, the other flicking through papers, messy with her scrawl.

"Can't sleep."

"And you decided to make that my problem, I see." Idly she types, the screen becoming a blur that she blinks back into focus.

"You're the only one awake."

A sly smile as she leans back into her chair, crossing a long, lithe leg. "I'm not your substitute Angela."

The scalpel falls, nicking what exposed flesh is left on his thigh. Genji smudges the dot of blood with his thumb.

"So easy to startle the little sparrow." She watches him suck away the blood from his finger, curious how sensitive those artifical sensors really are. Moira knows in theory, of course. But there's nothing like the driver's seat.

Moira flexes her scarred hand, withered and worn, bones shaping as if already broken, veins a blackened walkway.

"You could never be her."

The bristle in his voice almost makes Moira laugh, even before the words. "Like I'd want to be. Must be exhausting being that uptight and righteous everyday." She catches Genji's eye from over her glasses. "Although," Moira rolls her two fingers idly over thumb, "there was always that small window where she was a little less annoying after a good fuck."

Fwip.

Moira pulls the scalpel out of her headrest, so close to her head she could feel its cool steel to skin. She throws it back, Genji catching it between two fingers. "You know I'm right."

He remembers the way Angela spoke of Moira. Disdain, disgust, an offense that she still breathed. But she spoke of her.

Often.

He knew they'd spent a lot of time together. Forced and necessary, their brilliant fucking minds colliding to create things Genji couldn't even comprehend. Time spent together when Genji shed blood with Blackwatch, weeks tucked away in an anonymous corner of the world, stalking and waiting, sharpening steel until he recieved the order to go.

Angel was never his, and he was never hers. But it felt like the confession of yes yes yes I'm yours always fucking yours was carved into his body, blazen on his chest, on what flesh was left.

But neither of them looked. Turning elsewhere, feeling elsewhere.

Genji slides off the counter, silent steps feeling so loud, too heavy as he walks past, glancing at the clock. 03:23.

"She doesn't even like you." He stares at the doorway where he stands. At the blank message box to Angela he's pulled up on his HUD. At the blinking cursor saying nothing. Too much.

Moira smirks, stretching her legs on the table, fucking papers be damned. "When did I ever say she did?"

[its-stimsca]

I didn't see Overwatch in your fandom list so its totally cool if you don't do this one BUT

Could you possibly do a board around the Blackwatch Genji skin from Overwatch ?

Thank you !

Wait I TOTALLY forgot to add Overwatch to my list of fandoms LMAO I used to play this game all the time!! Thanks for the req this was fun, Genji is such a cool guy

🦿 🪫 🦿 / 🪫 🦿 🪫 / 🦿 🪫 🦿

[alexiela73]

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

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

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

McCree:

Something started to bother you a few weeks ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hanzo

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

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

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

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

Hanzo was understandably upset by this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blackwatch Genji

The person who started bullying you was one of the recruits

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The rage he felt was unexplainable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[genjispeace]

Price of Love - Chapter One

In which you are forced to replace the most expensive item at a Talon auction. Blackwatch members are there under cover and they purchase you with the hopes of getting information from you. You don’t know much, but you aren’t being let go of that easily. Despite the anger you feel, you find yourself drawn to a certain ninja with red eyes that always seem to see through you. 

Notes: this is not accurate to the lore nor is it intended to be, it is purely self-indulgent. I wanted to write something with Genji so badly, so here it is. This will be in second person and I will try to avoid pronouns. However, I am not the most experienced with writing in second person, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. 

Tags: Genji x Reader, Blackwatch Genji, not lore accurate, eventual smut probably, mentions of blood, gore, death, etc.

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Flashing lights, sounds booming through speakers. Your head throbs as you start to come to. A permanent chill is over your skin and your clothes are still soaked. Something digs into the soft skin of your neck, and you reach up to feel metal. Something yanks you back and you scramble on the tile wood floor. Pain drizzles through your neck and you feel prods digging in as you are pulled. A…dog collar? The pain brings you back to your senses and a scream escapes your throat. You’re on some kind of stage, in front of an audience so large all of the faces blend together. A few signs fly up, thick numbers written on them in black ink. 

“That’s one million for bidder number seventy-three.” You turn to the voice, finding a man speaking through a microphone with a silver chain in his hand. The chain leads to you. He’s holding a leash, connected to the metal around your neck. The man finds your gaze, a sick smile spreading across his face as he yanks on the chain again. Prods dig even further into your neck and a choked scream escapes your throat at the pain. 

“Quite a set of lungs. Do I hear two million?” The man’s voice echoes throughout the room. They’re…bidding on you? Warm tears pour out of your eyes and you try to yank the collar off, but to no avail. Everything drowns out to static. You’re being put up for sale. How did this even happen? You remember ripping a painting, but this is-

“Sold!” The man calls out. The room spins around you and your temples throb. Somebody bought you? No, this isn’t right. “That concludes the semi-annual Talon auction. Thank you all for attending. Please come to the back to collect your items.”

Cheering fills the auditorium as people start to stand. The man sets the microphone down and walks towards you, wrapping the chain around his own wrist. He’s giving himself leverage against you, making the chain shorter. Gold caps cover his knuckles and another sick smile takes place on his features. His free hand clamps down on your shoulder and you wince as he pulls you to your feet. You try to speak, but your hoarse voice dies in your throat. 

He yanks on the chain again, making the metal dig in until you feel droplets of blood running down your neck. You don’t have a choice. You have to follow him as he walks off of the stage and weaves through the crowd of people. A few hands reach out to touch you, but they stop before the contact is made. Somebody whispers that you belong to somebody else now, and cannot be touched. 

The man finally stops pulling you when you reach another room and stop under a sign. Product NO. 75. 

“What is this?” You manage to blurt out. The man doesn’t even spare you a glance. “Let me go.”

“Don’t make me drug you for easier transport,” is all the man says before adding a harsh tug to the chain. He’s proven his point. You can’t go anywhere. There is no getting out of this. Another tear slides down your cheek and you wipe it away quickly. Your eyes burn from crying and your neck aches. Exhaustion echoes through your entire body. You try to blink away all of this, like maybe it is just some bad dream. But no matter how many times you close your eyes, the same packed room with white walls is there when you open them. 

The room eventually empties out, until only a few people remain. A few footsteps approach, and you can’t fight the instinct to seek out whoever it is. Four people approach you, their faces shadowed by classic masquerade masks. Your brows furrow as they start to approach. 

“Anonymity is important to Talon auctions. Not all buyers want their purchases to stain their reputation,” the man says. He must be feeling generous to give you that small hint of information, but you commit it to memory regardless. It makes sense. You lost track of what the price was for you, but you know it was well over a couple million. People with that kind of money are known, and probably don’t want the whole world to know they are buying people for…fuck, you don’t even want to think about that. 

“Akande, another successful auction,” one of the people says. All you can see of her is orange hair and pale skin, but there’s barely anything visible. Her face is covered by a mask and her lean body is covered by a suit. All four of them are wearing suits, in fact. They look like they were attending an old masquerade ball.

“Ah, yes. We had to quickly change plans because of this,” the man says with a tug on the leash. “But it seems things worked out regardless.”

“That is one way of putting it,” another masked person, a man, says. His voice is slightly low, and it makes goosebumps rise on your skin. He’s tall, they all are, and his rich brown eyes shine through the red masquerade mask. Who are these people?

“Anyway, your purchase is complete and ready for transport,” the man holding the leash, Akande, says. He hands the chain over, and the man with dark brown eyes takes it. You get a peek of his arm as his suit rises, his tanned skin calloused and scarred. 

“Thanks,” the man now holding the chain says. His grip is looser, only slightly, but it’s enough to relieve some of the pain in your neck. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as some of the pain subsides, and one of the people in front of you narrows his eyes. His mask covers almost his entire face, but you can see shining red eyes and what looks like a scar near one of them. A black head of hair can barely be seen, and his dark eyebrows furrow as his gaze focuses on your neck. 

Akande speaks a little more, but you aren’t able to pick up on any of the words. Your focus is on the red-eyed man looking over you, his eyes seemingly picking up every little detail about you. You’re suddenly aware of the goosebumps on your skin and your still damp clothes sticking to your body. You’re sure your face is red and your cheeks are covered in tear marks. God, what a spectacle you must be. You fail to notice that Akande is now gone and it is just you and these four. That is, until there is a slight tug on the leash and you are forced to follow them. The woman falls into stride behind you, whereas the other three are in front. As soon as you start following, the leash loosens again. Whoever is holding it is being a little more merciful, at least. 

That doesn’t stop the whimper that escapes your lips at the sudden shock of pain. The man who was watching you freezes, letting the other men walk past him, until he is in equal stride next to you. You glance up at him and find those crimson eyes watching you intently. His eyes soften when he glances at your neck again, only for a second, then the red turns back to stone cold. 

“I’ll get that off of you as soon as we are done here,” he whispers, and despite the muffle from the mask, you can hear him as clear as day. There’s a slight accent to his words, and his voice makes a shiver run down your spine. You try to find your voice again, but your throat feels as dry as if you swallowed cotton, and opt for a nod instead. 

Part of you wants to stop in your tracks, to put up as much of a fight as possible. This is wrong. Yet, you feel more safe with this man than you did with Akande. If any of them were going to hurt you, they would have by now, right? 

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You continue following them, the red-eyed man staying next to you the whole time, until you reach a parking garage and they lead you into a limo. The woman stops to speak to the driver, and you end up sandwiched between the red-eyed man and a man wearing a cowboy hat. The other two crawl into seats across from you, and the limo roars to life. It leaves the parking lot, and moonlight shines through the windows. As soon as you are out of view of the building you were in, the red-eyed man grabs onto your shoulders. You yelp, but he carefully turns you to face him. He tenderly reaches up to your neck, and that’s when you notice his hands. One of them is normal, but the other seems to be made of some sort of metal. You feel that cold metal trail against your skin as he loosens the collar. His touch is light and careful, but he eventually yanks the collar over your head and drops it to the floorboard. Your hands reach up to your neck and rub at it, not surprised to find blood on your fingers when you pull away. 

“Thank you,” you choke out to him. He just nods, as if it was nothing. You slide back into your seat. What are you going to do now? You force your eyes closed until it hurts, and open them again. You’re still in the same limo, surrounded by the same people. The one who had been holding the leash reaches up and pulls his mask off, brown strands of hair falling into his dark eyes. He has a little bit of facial hair, but not a full beard. The woman and the man in the cowboy hat follow suit, yanking off the masks and discarding them. Their faces are now visible, but they don’t seem to care about that. The man on your other side takes off the masquerade mask, but another mask covers the lower half of his face. You glance at him, seeing his black hair slicked back and his red eyes meet you. You shudder as he stares into your eyes, almost like he knows all of your secrets with just one look.  

“Well, darlin’,” the man with the cowboy hat finally speaks. His voice has a southern twang to it, and it’s low and rich like molasses. “The name’s Cassidy.”

He offers you a hand to shake, and you carefully take it. His touch is soft and gentle, his hand warm. He gives you a show-stopping grin and tips his hat. Clear blue eyes watch you carefully, but not in the same way the others do. He’s watching you like you are something entertaining, and his smile is so sweet it could make your teeth rot. 

“Gotta say, I’m surprised you didn’t break a billion in price. A pretty thing like you,” he whistles. “I would’ve spent a lot more.”

You can’t help the way your cheeks heat up. The red-eyed man tsks, adjusting in his seat. You notice that he moves just barely closer to you. 

“Cassidy, enough,” the woman says. “Sorry for him. He may have a saccharine tongue, but his head is oh so empty. I’m Moira.”

She doesn’t reach out to shake your hand, but she does offer you a slight smile. You can just barely see her canine teeth, and notice that they are sharp like fangs. While you think knowing their names is important, the only things ringing through your mind are questions.

“Why am I here?” You whisper. Cassidy makes a sound that is almost a chuckle, but sounds more painful than that. 

“Reyes, why don’t you take this one?” Cassidy says. The one with rich brown eyes sighs, but opens his mouth to speak again. 

“What do you know about Talon?” He says. You find yourself annoyed that he answered your question with another question, but you respond nonetheless. 

“Nothing. I had never heard of them until I was on that stage. Why am I here?” You grit your teeth as your respond. Reyes’s eyes widen slightly, but he regains his composure quickly. 

“From my understanding, you destroyed something very valuable and had to be sold in its place,” Reyes says. You shake your head. 

“That’s not…You can’t just do that! You can’t buy and sell people like that,” you have finally found your voice. You start to shake again, anger and fear filling your veins. It’s like everything finally snapped into place and you realize what is happening. You aren’t in shock anymore,  and can finally fight back. “Let me out of this car, now.”

“Hey, now, let’s not be hasty. You’re in good hands with us,” Cassidy says. He reaches out to touch you, but you move away. You fail to think that there is somebody on your other side, and moving away from Cassidy only puts you closer to the red-eyed man. You still don’t even know his name. 

“Good hands? Are you going to kill me? Are you…” your mind starts racing with the possibilities. They could do anything they want to you. You start shaking harder, your hands trembling and your teeth almost chattering. You back even further away from Cassidy out of instinct, and find yourself almost in the other man’s lap. Your back is to him, so you can’t see his response, but his touch lands on your arms. You try to move away from him too, but he holds you tighter and pulls you closer. You’re not quite in his lap, but your back is flush with his chest, and he lowers his mouth to your ear, shushing you in whispers. You don’t know what it is about him, but you find yourself calming down in his touch. His cold metal hand trails down until he takes both of your hands in his one, gently running his thumb along your skin. 

“Breathe. I promise, we won’t hurt you,” his voice is as soft and gentle as his touch is. You hear movement, but don’t respond in time, and Moira is pressing a cold hand to your forehead. Her hand turns warm against your skin, like standing in sunlight, and your head starts to feel heavy. 

“Genji, you can let them go now. They should fall asleep,” Moira says. 

“I’m not-” you start to protest, but your eyes start falling shut. You struggle to keep them open. Despite Moira’s words, Genji still holds you in his arms. You whimper as sleep starts to take over. No, you need to stay awake. 

“Rest,” Moira says. Your brain wants to ignore her, but your body can’t. You start to fall  limp in Genji’s arms and sleep takes over you.

[nitewrighter]

I'm just dying for gency content... How about matching skin fan interactions? I always thought it'd be Cool if we had some ov lines when there would be correct skins used!

Miko Mercy: So, Tengu, are you a protecting spirit, or a dangerous demon?

Karasu Tengu Genji: The former to you, the latter to our enemies, if you would have me.

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Combat Medic Ziegler: Biofeeds synced. Valkyrie suit now recording biometric readings from latest Blackwatch Cybernetic prototype. Are you ready for the mission, Genji?

Blackwatch Genji: *snarling sigh* As I'll ever be...

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Doctor Ziegler Mercy: So this is what you were running around in during the disbandment? How mysterious...

Bedouin/Nomad Genji: Well--it was only for a short amount of time! The armor just glares so much in the desert so...

Mercy: But it's so you had other looks? Do you have any photos?

Genji: *flustered* Angela--

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Devil/Imp Mercy: Better the devil you know...

Oni Genji: Than the devil you don't.

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Ice Wraith Genji: Not too cold for you, Angela?

Snow Angel Mercy: *chuckle* Never bothered me.

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Zhuque Mercy: *damage boosting Baihu Genji* Go get them, Tiger!

Baihu Genji: RAAAAARRRR!

[trrickytickle]

OVERWATCH- tickle headcanons and thoughts!

This was requested by one certain @somethingticklish! His blog is NSFW (like, extremely though) so proceed w caution hehehhahaahhah. ANYWAYS IT'S OVERWATCHING TIME!!! throwback to when I would play with my friends hahahshss.

Anyways, there's so much tickle potential in this franchise bro. YAYYYYY OVERWATCHHHH

Sombra/Olivia Colomar

-Sombra is an absolutely ruthless ler!!! Her personality and penchant for hacking and scheming make this the TRUTH- she's so freaking mean like look at her gyuys.

-As a ler, Sombra utilizes her fast typing fingers... woof, those gloves. THOSE GLOVES MAN OH MY FUCKING GOD. She relishes in her lee's laughter, and will often cackle alongside them. When teasing, she always makes cheeky comments, whether it be snide remarks about "hacking into their system" or remarking things about their reactions and her observations around them. Def cracks her knuckles, wiggles her fingers etc in preparation to tickle others.

-Her favorite lees are the ones that are hard to crack. Tough guys (....REAPER HAHHAHAHGDVHGSVHJVSJ) who show stoicism, people with an impenetrable attitude (rhymes with creeper) and Reaper. I need to stop getting carried away with this lee Reaper agenda.

-As a kid, she wasn't tickled often due to her upbringing. Her addiction to hacking made her a sort of recluse- and her manipulative personality made it hard to approach people. You'd be surprised to find that she's ticklish at all. When tickled, she has a deep, loud laugh, and she will thrash and squirm away from her lee VEHEMENTLY. She absolutely hates being tickled, but is a menace, ranging from a little troll to an absolute actual sadist when tickling others.

Cole Cassidy

-A huge switch. Uses his Southern drawl to tease and taunt his lers, and his experience with sharp-shooting to persicely tickle.

-However, there's only a select few lees he tickles, and one of those is Ashe- their tickle fights are legendary.

-He's an adorable lee, with a hearty but giggly laugh, and many reactions, will verbally protest a lot.

-BEARD TICKLES would be legendary holy shit. When teasing uses those like, southernisms like "puddin'" and like... ler Cassidy man he'd be so much fun!!

Genji Shimada

(shout-out to my real life friend who's an absolute FOOL for the cyborg- you know who you are!)

-After his reconstruction, he's only ticklish in some places- but his cyborg technology allowed for some weaknesses to be exposed.

-During his robotization, Mercy had accidentally tickled him a few times.

-Teases in Japanese as a ler- and as a lee, will express his displeasure and react to tickling in the language.

-Kiriko and Hanzo know where he's most ticklish, and Kiriko tended to take advantage of the fact while they were training. The only person with this knowledge (to a lesser extent) as well is Mercy. She's so ler for him dude.

-Not ticklish in the traditional sense. Only some things tickle him, like repairs (from Mercyyyyy) and tickling on his non-weaponized parts.

-Tickles to flirt with girls and teases them in a mischievous and bantering way. (In his player eraaa)

-His exposed armpit in the Blackwatch skin is giving me thoughts.

D.VA/Hana Song

-She is a bubbly lee. Curls up to avoid attacks, has a giggle-snort laugh and is overall a super cutie, and a typical tickle target.

-However, she is a very stubborn ler. She is super headstrong when it comes to tickling and tries to show no mercy. Teases like "Give up yet?" and uses traditional baby-talk.

-Dae-hyun and her have tickled each other at some point and she has lots of fun as a ler with her childhood friend- and in general, oh my god She loves to be a ler. Like, absolutely.

-Def teases Lucio a lot as a ler oh my god will beatbox while she uses his tummy as a turntable and all that jazz and make references to his music. Also a bratty adorable lee for him (he keeps making corny ahh gaming references in return).

-Kicks her legs around as a lee absolutely. Wears cute socks (like with strawberries and paw prints and the like) which makes this 110 percent more adorbs.

Lúcio Correia dos Santos

-He's so ticklish. When fans ask about it, he answers honestly and exactly. But when he's tickled, he actively tries to suppress his reactions and jump away. Squeals when startled.

-MY LORD TICKLISH ARMPITS

-When tracing around his tattoo, he'll do a high pitched little hihihi omg.

-Very fun ler. Loves to tickle and laughs along with his lee dude. Also a DJ... experienced hands means good tickler (I could say this 283883 more times in the hc sheet but it's so basic at this point)

Mei Ling Zhou

-Giggly as fuck, curls up holy shit. Will admit to accidentally being tickled. Laughter is very much a "hee-hee" lmao.

Mercy/Angela Ziegler

-Mercy has an adorable tickle laugh. It's that happy, light giggle that makes you just wanna keep tickling... it's healing. HAHAHAHHAHAHA

-Ticklish bellybutton. And neck. And armpits. And sides. Everywhere - but these are her worst areas.

-Accidentally tickles people when healing them thoroughly lmao. One of the only people to know where Genji is ticklish - sometimes they like to tickle each other bc I said so.

-Ler in medical situations but barely. Like accidentally grazing a cut and whatnot.

-Lee as fuck otherwise. Thrashes around so much when tickled hard.

Zarya/Aleksandra Zaryanova

-You know my favorite thing ever is a tough muscle girl who can't handle delicate touch. Well, no you don't, I just told you.

-A hearty, loud laugh. And ticklish armpits. They're exposed. And neck. And abs. Very loud laugher, and tough as well. Won't be broken under tickling, unless with those she trusts well.

//image limit :( //

Moira O'Deorain 👾

-First of all, claws. Second of all, attitude. Third of all, claws again. In conclusion, LER.

-Tickles... for SCIENCE. When experimenting on others, tickle torture was not out of the question. Knows her way around different crevices of her body, and is cold and ruthless when exploiting this weakness.

-Tickle interrogation scenarios with her though... ough

-I think if this goes on I can't post it

Kiriko Kamori 🦊

-Like her character, there are two sides to her when it comes to tickling lmao

-As a lee, she's laid back and takes it. As a ler, she's dangerous.

-Uses her Miko gift of powers and teleportation to her advantage in tickle battles with loved ones hehehe. When she was living with Genji, they tickled each other. SO. MUCH. UAUAUAUAUAU

-The castle was perfect for chasing each other around. Kiriko would probably be dissapointed that she can't really tickle him anymore though.

Reaper/Gabriel Reyes 💀

Reaper is so fineeeee I mean what I mean he's so... Anyways.... Whaaaat?

-Reaper's reputation makes him someone you wouldn't exactly want to tickle. The royal you- but that honestly doesn't include me. Tee hee hee. There's my instinct again, telling me that his bad tickle spot is his waist/sides.

-If he isn't kicking his ler in the face, he'll teleport away from them or go all Wraith form and avoid him using these smoke-and-mirrorsy attacks.

-During their time at Talon, Sombra enjoyed sabotaging (his words) their missions by teasing him with the notion that he's ticklish. She's his most frequent 'ler- he doesn't get tickled much, but she relishes in his surprising ticklishness- greatly.

-Doesn't ler- it's above him- unless provoked enough. Super ruthless.

Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe 🔫

-Ashe. Is. A. SWITCH.

-When he hadn't gained sentience, Ashe used to ask BOB to tickle her as a kid and he would comply- or try to. It's hard having clunky, mechanical hands, but he was doting and gave in. She'd laugh but fake it- it was all in good fun.

-Ashe and Cassidy both share an affinity for provoking each other with tickling. Their tickle fights are rough, scrappy and full of banter, and they absolutely love to expose each other and bicker during these occasional moments.

-She has a mean streak when it comes to tickling. Tickles her fellow Overwatch agents sometimes, and revels in it.

-Among the Deadlock Gang, tickle fights between Ashe and Cassidy would rage on- not EVERY DAY frequent, but the weakness was there to exploit.

-BOB will hold down Ashe's victims at her request.

-Very casual in her teasing and tactics but will always point out bad spots. Her skills in tickling aren't really skills. She just goes fast and is good at taunting.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Chapter 3: The Wound

“The wolf bit you, didn’t he?” ~ The Wolf Man

Its breath was rancid against his face. It stunk of old and rusty iron and meat that had been left out in the sun a little too long. It clung to his nostrils and squeezed at his throat, choking him as the pain worsened by the second.

He stared down the one golden eye glaring back at him as he reeled his foot back. Cole winced, he felt as though he had been set on fire from the inside. His shoulder and his arm burned worse than any wound he got from Deadlock.

Before he could kick again at the beast’s gaping maw, it snapped down on his ankle, tearing through his chaps and boot and piercing his skin. He hollered in agony, the beast’s jaws closed harder against his bones he swore they were about to snap all at once.

A thundering blast came from behind the beast, the monster shrieking in pain as it finally let go of its chew toy. Ignoring Cole for a moment, its one remaining eye stared directly behind it, giving Cole just enough room to see the three other members standing behind it.

Moira stood there in shock and awe at the werewolf before her, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe at the creature before her. Genji was stiff, one hand stood ready behind him on his wakizashi and the other brandishing his katana, his red eyes trained on the beast’s every move. But Reyes, he looked furious, face twisted with anger as he raised his second shotgun towards the monster standing between them and him.

It lunged at them, claws slicing through the air as Reyes fired off another shell into the beast. Shattered shell casings tore into the front of the beast, the thing yowling in pain as it batted at the Blackwatch commander, leaving it open for Genji to slice into its flesh with his katana, stabbing the blade into its skin and yanking it out. Dark blood poured from its wounds, it was slowing down, glaring around with it’s one good eye as it decided what to do next as the commander stalked closer, guns raised.

The monster batted away Reyes and had turned on its heel, taking off down the hallway, barreling past Genji and Moira as it desperately tried to flee. Genji snatched up the katana from the floor and made to go after it when Reyes grabbed him by the shoulder.

“I’m not losing another agent to that thing,” he ordered.

Reyes fumbled with his communicator, pressing all of the buttons he could, cursing to himself when all he got was static on the other end.

Moira hovered on him, eyes trained on the multiple gashes and bite marks that had carved deep ravines into his flesh. She had produced multiple bandages and healing ointments of her own creations. His head was swimming, his body felt both heavy and weightless at the same time. The pain was ramping up to the point where he could barely feel it at all.

Genji had helped the medic, wrapping up the wound that nearly crushed his ankle to dust with careful fingers.

He wanted to say something, anything at all. A stupid joke, a dumb little comeback towards Reyes, an off-handed threat to Moira to not pull any shit.

But he couldn’t. His lips barely parted as he started to pant, chest heaving and he shook on the floor.

He could only think of you, of what you would do when you would see him like this. All bitten and scratched up by some monster straight out of a horror movie.

If he survived the flight back, that was.

The thought shook him to the core just enough to fully wake him up just for a moment. Eyes fully opening, he gasped as a sudden surge of pain washed over him. He moaned in pain and grit his teeth. He felt the bites singe and burn and tingle, like acid had been poured in every hole.

The static finally cut through to Fio responding back.

“Commander! Finally got through to you-”

“You need to get as close to the base as possible. Cassidy is down, you need to get here asap!” Reyes barked. “We’re moving him now.” Reyes hung up the communicator and turned to face Cole on the floor. Cole had to admit it, he was shocked to see Reyes like this. He looked so worried about him, like a father caring for his son. “Finish up fast. I’ll radio Overwatch on the flight back, but we need to get out of here.” Moira and Genji parted from his body on the floor as Reyes came closer. “This is gonna hurt,” was he warned as he suddenly hoisted Cole over his shoulder.

Cole moaned and barked in pain, spitting out blood onto the floor as Reyes marched through the hallways, Moira and Genji trailing close behind. Darkness faded in and out around the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t feel his arm and his foot, he felt like he could barely breathe, he felt too warm for his liking.

Before he knew it, they had pushed through the giant metal doors of the facility out into the pouring rain was a sudden shock to Cole’s body. He could smell the mud and the blood cut through the wind like daggers. He heard the humming of the transport over the pounding rain.

“What the hell happened out there?” Fio piped up over the loud speaker.

“Get this thing off the ground now!” Reyes ordered towards the ceiling. “That thing is still here!”

Engines whirred and came to life. Fio didn’t even spare a moment to make sure they were secured or seated before she took off, Reyes nearly falling over with Cole still slung over his shoulder like a towel as he kept marching towards the stairs to the Medbay.

The sudden changes in light burned his eyes as Reyes put him down on the first table he walked up to. The pale yellow to now strictly white was an awul change.

Moira hovered over him again, unwrapping the bandages to now properly clean him. Reyes started to take off whatever was left of Cole’s body plates that hadn’t been carved into by that beast.

The two worked over him, Genji starting on removing his boot and rolling up his pant leg to make it easier for Moira to work.

Cole felt like he was sinking into the table, eyes heavy, it suddenly became hard to breathe.

Reyes grabbed ahold of him, shaking his non-bitten shoulder to try to jerk him awake.

“Stay with me, Cole,” he barked.

Cole.

He rarely called him by his first name.

He tried to keep his eyes open for as long as he could, wincing as they pulled his sullied clothing away from his still burning wounds.

“What do you plan on telling Overwatch?” Moira inquired.

She had produced several more bandages as well as an array of chemicals and medicine bottles.

“Golden boy can wait for a debrief,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “I have an agent on the brink of dying.”

“He won’t believe you if you tell him the truth,” Genji jutted in.

He suddenly felt the pull at his eyes, he felt his body start to wind down and grow heavy, his breathing started to slow.

Reyes grabbed him and shook him, calling for him to stay awake until his whole world had been snuffed out like a candle, leaving him alone in the darkness as he passed out.

He automatically knew where he was the moment he regain consciousness.

The smell woke him up before anything else. Bleach and whatever other strong chemicals they had used to scrub the entire room down - probably with toothbrushes knowing how strict Angela was with the medbays. It hurt his nose, he swore the hairs in his nostrils fried from it.

There was also a faint beeping in the room, steady and slow. He could hear the chatter of agents and medbay staff somewhere down the hall, but the beeping was what remained persistent.

It honestly started to hurt his head a bit.

His eyes peeled open, suddenly flinching at the bright lights above him. Flinching made the pain suddenly present, a low groan escaping from his parted and chapped lips.

He looked around his room only to find he was alone. His heart sank at the sight, it made his heart and stomach twist knowing he woke up alone in the room.

But there were flowers, a big glass vase full of daisies and lilies of the valley sitting on one of the little tables in the room. There were two chairs in the room, one had looked like it had ben sat in quite a lot and the other had a change of clothes resting on the cushion.

The room was barely decorated, the walls and floors were sterile white. The room was cold and bare.

He had been put into a white hospital gown and had tubes in his right arm.

It was only when he tried to move to sit up did he suddenly get hit with the pain. It smacked into his like a train going one-hundred miles an hour, crippling him for a moment as he gasped and cried out in pain.

He remembered what happened.

A big hulking thing chased him down and attacked him, using him like some kind of chew toy, biting him and scratching him to hell and back. Haunting yellow eyes suddenly pinned him in place, suffocating him as he felt his wounds burn.

The noise he made had sent footsteps barreling down the hall and a very familiar figure’s shadow appeared on the curtain blocking his view of the hallway.

You had pulled back the curtain.

Your eyes were rimmed red, cheeks looking tacky from drying tear tracks, you had tissues gripped in your hands. You looked like you had barely slept, a cup of steaming hot coffee was clutched in your other hand.

“Cole!” you whimpered. You put down the coffee and was by his side before he could blink. You pressed a firm, shaky kiss to his forehead, hands grabbing onto the little safety rail attached to the bed. He knew you wanted to do so much more, hug him, kiss him all over, never let go of him. “I was so worried.”

Fresh tears had started to spill over your cheeks.

He reached out his right hand to touch your hands still clutching onto the railing for dear life.

“Darlin’,” he croaked out.

You brushed the hair away from his forehead and eyes kissed the top of his head again. Your hands were cool to the touch, they felt like wonders against his blazing hot forehead. He leaned into your touch, wanting you to never let go.

“I was waiting for the transport to come back to see you but when I got there I saw you were being rushed on a gurney and Morrison wouldn’t let me see you for a few days until you stabilized-”

“Days?” His eyes were wide by this point as he pulled away. Days? He’s been out for days? “How long was I out?”

His voice was so hoarse it hurt his throat to speak.

“A little over a week, I’m pretty sure.”

He froze, he stopped breathing for a second.

A week? Over a week?

“A week? I’ve been out a week!”

He was grabbing your hand by this point, his hand crushing your fingers.

“I need to go tell Angela you’re awake-” You made to turn around but Cole tightened his grip and pulled you closer to the bed.

“Where’s Reyes?”

“He and Morrison have been going at it all day in Morrison’s office, now Cole, I need to tell Angela you’re awake.”

You had managed to squeeze you hand out of Cole���s death grip on you and watch at you hurried out of the room, leaving him all alone once again.

He awoke suddenly with a jerk, eyes flying open as he was gasping and panting. He couldn’t breathe, his head was spinning, his heart was pounding in his ears. He moved to try and sit up only to find he couldn’t. He tried to move his hands but found wasn’t able to. He couldn’t move his legs, he couldn’t sit up, he couldn’t adjust himself where he laid in the hospital bed. He did his best to angle his head down, managing to only see that his wrists and ankles were bound, thick black leather clamped around the joints connected him to the hospital bed.

He struggled against the bindings, the leather hissing as he yanked and pulled, but they refused to snap and let him go.

He cursed to himself, wondering what could have happened to result in him being restrained to this degree.

He continued to struggle, dead set on freeing himself and to find out what’s been going on.

He thrashed his wrists against the restraints until a sudden eruption of screaming came echoing down the hallway. Cole stilled, fear constricting his every movement.

There were gunshots and loud banging going on down the hall, but quickly the screams had died down until there was only one.

Someone crying and screaming as they ran down the hall he was in. He wanted to call out for them, for them to help him, untie him.

Until he heard it.

The familiar panting and snuffling following close behind the person running for their life.

Their screams had been suddenly snuffed out right in front of the door leading into Cole’s room, their scream cutting off into a gurgle as whatever it was had finished them off. Cole turned his head towards the door of his hospital room. The curtain may have been drawn but he could make out shadows behind it.

His blood ran cold as he saw a hulking form tearing into the person now deceased on the floor. The familiar, horrifying noises of a body being torn into by the monster echoed awfully in the room he was in. Cole started to shake in the bed, terrified as the beast clawed into and bit off pieces of the body. Cole saw on the floor the pool of blood growing, spilling into his room, staining the sterile white floor tiles as the red pool grew larger and larger.

Cole couldn’t help the fear growing inside of him, tears pricking his eyes knowing the beast that had tore into him and used him like a chew toy was now right outside of his hospital room, it had just killed so many more people. His breath hitched by accident, the monster on the other side of the curtain suddenly stopped feasting on the corpse to look towards the room.

It slowly uncurled itself from the body on the floor and stalked towards the room. Cole could smell how rancid the beast was from where he was cowering in his bed.

It suddenly tore open the curtain.

Fur caked with blood and its body riddled with bullet holes. Yellowed teeth stained red and its claws were still dripping from the massacre it had just caused.

The one yellow eye staring right down at him.

He couldn’t run, he couldn’t protect himself, he could only just die at the hands of the monster before him.

Cole shouted for help, he struggled against the bindings that seemed even tighter now.

The beast lunged at him.

Cole sat up with a shout, hands grabbing onto his person as he pat himself down. He suddenly started to cough and heave, grabbing onto his shirt as his eyes opened, frantically looking around the room he was in.

He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing immensely when he saw he was in his own sleeping quarters. The familiar gray metal walls are covered in posters and whatever dumb little wall decorations he had collected over his time here. The hardwood floors were protected mostly by a big area rug and his clothes were thrown haphazardly onto the floor from before the mission. The bed he laid in had the sheets all twisted up messily from his tossing and turning, the red and black checkered flannel comforter had been thrown to the floor sometime during his rest. It smelled of you, sweet and homey, something that would always calm him down.

He was safe.

He brushed the sticky strands of hair out of his face, wiping away the sweat that had gathered on his forehead. His heart was still racing, he felt woozy, there was a bubbling in his gut and it was not comfortable at all.

He still couldn’t get the look of that one eye looking at him. Soulless, an acidic yellow color, with barely any pupil and no humanity in it. It was going to haunt him for the rest of his life, wasn’t it?

Cole threw his legs over the edge of the bed, taking a moment to gather himself before attempting to stand with how dizzy he suddenly was. He had been in the med bay for almost nine days. Both Angela and Moira could not understand why he was out for that long, chalking it up to it all being shock-induced with no other way to describe it. He was ordered to be on bed rest for a few days and then he’d be put right back to work again.

He stood on wobbly legs, doing his best to walk over to his bedroom in as straight of a line as he could while walking like a newborn deer.

He flicked on the bathroom light switch and winced at how bright it was. He was still so sore, his body ached something awful. He walked over to the sink and braced himself against the porcelain countertop, gripping the cold edges as he looked at himself in the medicine cabinet’s mirror.

He looked awful. His skin was pale, the hearty tan he had was now something that didn’t look normal. The skin under his eyes was dark, his face looked sunken. His eyes were bloodshot, making the honey brown of his hues to look as dull as dirt.

He had turned on the faucet, allowing cold water to pool in his hands before bringing it up to his face, washing away the sweat and worries. He scrubbed his face, his neck, and his hands with cold water until he finally felt at least somewhat clean before he looked up into the medicine cabinet mirror once more.

He was a little thrown off by his appearance. Yes, he looked ghostly and all, but that was just a part of the process of healing he was told. But he was shocked mostly at his facial hair and his hair in general. His haircut Reyes would normally bark at him to keep up with its length; it was one of the first things Reyes had made a change to when he had practically adopted Cole (that and he had the poor boy eat more since he was a stick). Cole had managed to allow himself a curtain cut as the longest he could get under Reyes’ strict codes. The back was way longer, he could grab all of it in one hand. The front was way too long as well. And his face, the hair was way too long. He had just gotten a trim and a shave before he had left, why was it all so long now?

Cole ran a hand along his chin and jaw, brushing at the mixture of long hair and stubble growing in confusion when he felt his stomach turn. He felt suddenly hot, his throat tightening and his mouth growing moist.

Before he could do anything else, he dropped to his knees and spewed out whatever remained in his stomach into the toilet bowl… For the third time today.

That was the pattern: He would eat something, pass out to nap, wake up and vomit to only repeat the process.

Cole spit into the porcelain bowl, groaning to himself as his chest and stomach screamed at him from the inside.

“Can’t keep anything down, cowboy?” you questioned from the doorway.

He felt your hands on his back, rubbing soothing circles into his tense muscles. It felt like a gift from heaven.

“No,” Cole spit into the bowl again, “it’s the third time today.”

“Do you want me to get Angela?” Cole shook his head, placing his forehead against the lid of the bowl, enjoying how cold it was on his still-burning forehead. “I’ll bring you some more water and meds, and if you’re still not doing well by tonight I’ll take you. Okay?”

Cole glanced back at you in the doorway. You were in your full uniform. Morrison had you running around all day today, but the strike commander decided to finally give Cole a break and allow you to stay in all day with Cole tomorrow free of any calls or orders.

It was going to be heaven tomorrow, spending all day in bed with you.

“‘M fine, pumpkin,” Cole mumbled, turning his head back into the toilet bowl to spit up the remaining bile.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”

You pressed a kiss to Cole’s forehead before taking your leave.

Cole stood from the toilet and rubbed at his face, groaning as he felt his body ache all over.

Flushing the toilet, he rinsed his mouth out. As he turned to leave, he caught a glance of himself in the full-length mirror against the wall. There was a speck of blood on his left shoulder, staining through the gray of his t-shirt. Cole cursed to himself and peeled the shirt off immediately. His entire left shoulder and bicep up to his elbow had been wrapped thoroughly with bandages and medical tape. His entire right ankle was wrapped the same way where he was bitten. The deep scratches were stitched and bandaged too. He had been healing for nearly nine days at this point and his shoulder was still bleeding?

Lo and behold, there were a few red specks on the front of the shoulder wrappings.

Cole peeled off the bandages, accidentally taking some of the bicep bandages with it. He was shocked at the sight of his healing wound.

It was a rainbow of colors he had never expected to see before. He’s seen bites from animals before when he was in Deadlock, gang members always pissed off the coyotes and snakes around sure, but their wounds never healed like this before. Just around where the fangs pierced his skin were divots etched in, the skin was very dark, almost like a dark purple bruising that slowly faded into a pale yellow. It was so dark he swore it nearly looked black. When Cole touched where the wound was, he was confused when no blood was on his fingertips. Nothing had leaked open, no blood was flowing from his body. In fact, the wounds were all healed up on his shoulder, sealed and everything. Surely it would leave a scar on his body, but what is shocking him like this is that it was fully healed. It’s only bruised still.

Cole ripped off the rest of his bicep bandages, brows pinching together when he saw it was the exact same thing as his shoulder. No blood, no open wounds, and no scabs still healing. Just smooth, healed skin that was just bruised heavily.

Cole pulled off the bandages at his hips and what he could get off of his back where he got clawed into only to freeze. They have completely healed just the bite marks, yes, but this time there was no bruising to be found. Not even a scar where he was sliced into, just skin that matched perfectly with the rest of his.

He could only stare at himself in the mirror, utterly shocked and confused. He would never heal this fast.

Angela had to have given him something. Moira had to have done something to him.

Why else would he heal like this?

Cole backed away from the mirror and made to turn into the bedroom when he nearly bumped into you, spooking himself and you in the process.

“Hey, you’re standing up pretty well,” you commented. You were about to hand him a couple of painkillers when you looked directly at his bruised shoulder and arm. “What happened to your arm? Why did you unwrap it? It’s still healing-”

“It’s sealed,” Cole interrupted you.

He guided a finger along the new divots in his collarbone and the muscles of his shoulder to show they were no longer bleeding or raw. You looked completely shocked as you had to set down the glass and pills.

“What happened out there?” you suddenly asked. “What did Talon do, what did they have that could do something like this. Reyes won’t give me an answer, Moira is just always locked up in her lab and I don’t know where Genji is. Morrison doesn’t even know and that’s what is terrifying to me. Talon had something that can do something like this to a person?”

“I don’t even think it’s Talon’s,” Cole touched at his bicep.

“Then what-”

You were cut off by Cole’s door opening, and Reyes marching in. He only looked between the two of you with a stack of folders tucked under his arm as always.

“Put a shirt on, Cassidy, Morrison wants a talk between us all about what happened.”

“(Y/n) comes,” Cole protested, snatching up a (mostly) clean t-shirt.

Reyes looked back to you only to be met with a defiant stare only to look back at Cole.

“Morrison wants it only between us and him. I’m sorry.” He shifted the folders under his arm and looked back at you. “When he’s done with us, I promise I will inform you on what happened.” You couldn’t but sigh through your nose, knowing it was a near-empty promise Reyes could not keep due to Morrison being even stricter. Protocols and bullshit rules about higher-ups and whatnot. “Come on, Cassidy, best not keep the golden boy waiting too long.”

Cole spared a glance back at you, eyes with worry before following quickly behind his boss.

The room was cold and dark, barely any light poured into the room from the hallways when Cole walked in right behind Reyes. It was the grand meeting room that he had only had the “gracious” offer of being allowed in when Overwatch received a grant from the European Union about a year ago. They had to groom the hell out of Cole to make him look just presentable enough to stick him behind a bunch of Overwatch agents in their brand-new shiny armor.

Genji was already there, standing against the wall inside of the room, Moira was not far behind the two either. She looked as though she hadn’t slept well the past few nights. He wanted to pipe up and ask her what was wrong (or even what the fuck she did to him) but his throat tightened before he could speak.

Morrison stood at the end of the grand table, back turned to the four as he looked at the papers in his hands. His shoulders were squared and tensed, he didn’t make a single move to acknowledge them as they entered. He flipped a page over in the folder, back still to the agents.

Classic Morrison. The flag pole is stuck so far up his ass that he’ll spit freedom as far as he can hock it. It’s always about business and duty and war with this man, ever since he was arrested and stuck in that cold holding cell. He was always undermining Reyes and all of the work he puts in for Blackwatch. Hell, he’s seen and heard Morrison try to ruin Blackwatch just to make his own image appear to be greater. What more could he want? He was the one successful super soldier and he had to rub everyone else’s noses in the fact that they pumped him full of the right chemicals.

The tall curtains had been drawn over the grand windows overlooking the Swiss Alps, casting the room in a blanket of eerieness. The carpet, Cole could smell it the moment he stepped through the giant carved doors, was freshly cleaned, making the room smell of flowers and a hint of bleach. The long rows of fancy wooden and cushioned chairs were all perfectly spaced apart and cleaned and pushed in just enough. The Overwatch runner that normally ran the length of the table was suddenly absent, something Cole knew was weird.

“Sit down,” Morrison’s voice cut through the air cleanly, “all of you.”

Reyes seemed the know the drill with all of this, nonchalantly sitting towards the middle of the lengthy table and put down his folders full of papers. Moira sat across from him, tired eyes looking at the back of the strike commander’s back.

Genji moved when Cole did, walking on opposite sides of the table. Cole sat down next to Reyes and Genji with Moira.

Morrison didn’t look back from the paperwork in his hands.

“Thirty-four of my agents went into those woods, and thirty-four ended up dead,” Morrison didn’t even bother to turn around to speak to them face-to-face. “Agents that I had to send there to recover the bodies of my deceased agents counted dozens of Talon agents strewn about, dead as well. All of the bodies were reportedly not killed by gunfire by the other party, but by animal attacks.” Morrison finally turned around, tossing the papers he had been looking at onto the meeting room table. Photos of mutilated corpses and animal prints in the mud as well of the breaking down facility scattered across the table before them all. Morrison planted both hands against the polished oak wood of the tabletop, brows lowered and nostrils flaring slightly. “What the hell happened at that base?”

[wildissylupus]

here was my theory on the timeline

In Eichenwalde, Reinhardt didn't listen. He kept rushing in. He lost an eye and everyone died. He left that battlefield believing it was because none of them were strong enough.

Adhabu Ngumi, seeing the Overwatch group lacked anyone big and strong, decided to join them once he took care of the Omnic Crisis in Africa.

Torbjörn died on that mission in Istanbul. Angela took this personally, and Brigitte grew up despising Overwatch for failing to save him

The Hashimoto clan hired Reinhardt to help kill the Shimada clan. They kept Hanzo and cast Genji adrift, putting him in a ship to Australia. They also trained Kiriko.

Satya was on a plane that crashed over Australia. She used what hardlight tech she had left and became a high ranking Junker, as did her new armored ninja friend.

Overwatch was unable to help in Canada, leaving Sojourn embittered and vengeful.

Adhabu found the young Akande Ogundimu, and trained the boy to be his successor, having saved him from his potential attacked Akinjide Adeyemi. Akande quickly became a powerful force of good for Overwatch.

Cassidy never ended up with Deadlock. Instead, in Mexico, Overwatch found a young Sombra, and took her in.

Angela and Tracer both joined Blackwatch, tired of the Overwatch's incompetence. Unfortunately, Gabriel was a harsh boss, no one ever being enough to help him, Tracer too weak and Angela too merciful.

Talon captured Ana instead of Amelie, gaining a deadly sniper. In turn, Amelie stepped up after Ana killed Gèrard and took her eye.

Zenyatta went with Ramattra that day. His face was damaged, leading him to use a new face with a singular eye.

Without a hacker to cover his tracks, Mauga quickly brought Baptiste back to Talon, where they brainwashed him into the elite assassin Scorpion.

When Overwatch fell, Angela made sure Gabriel didn't make it without issue, leaving him hospitalized in a coma. She and Tracer joined Talon, who had also employed Reinhardt, Brigitte, and Sojourn, as well as a reprogrammed and upgraded Bastion unit. Angela quickly took over Talon, showing no mercy, now leading the terrorist organization fueled by Vengeance.

Ok this, is amazaing, it makes sense and I'm honestly already invested in a story like this. It's a really good concept for a general Reverse or "What if" universe.

The shitty thing is the only character in that timeline that actually fits the concept of a mirror universe is Reinhardt. I'm gonna be honest and also say the Doomfist one is also highly likely cause sometimes in a mirror universe some minor characters do stay the same so the story makes sense.

I'm probably going to make my own timeline for this universe at some point but I'm going to wait for the game mode for this event to come out cause I know damn well that there is going to be interactions for that.

But for now I'll share what we can guess and what is confirmed about this universe.

Ana most likely shot out Amelie's eye in this universe, either it was an assassination attempt pre Amelie joining OW or it was after Amelie joined. However there is another explanation for Amelie's eye.

Amelie's eye could also be a stand in for Moira's experimentation in this universe, as Amelie's other eye is still yellow when they are originally a black/brown, and the scare on her chibi spray is more similar to either a slashing scar or a surgical scar.

Tracer killed Ramattra in this universe, meaning the Alive cinematic still happened. It also means that, most likely, Mondatta and Zenyatta run Null Sector.

Echo's Stealth/Camo skin seems to be her MW skin as new voice lines have been added. That and the addition of a Talon Athena implies that Mina Liao joined Talon.

That's all I can say for now cause I don't have the skins (yet) and no one posts anything apparently, but I'll post updates as soon as I can.