photoshoot :^)

O AU.Genji can be the perf omega. I mean,canonically,he’s the one that was spoiled rotten by papa Shimada(and Hanzo). Alpha Hanzo takes care of the empire with Omega Genji being his deadly partner is just my jam

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssss

spoiled omega!Genji being v cute and pretty and deeeaadly. He prefers sitting on his big bad Yakuza bro’s knee though and get fingered and told how gorgeous he is.

What happens in your shimadacest abo verse, do you think??? I don’t think Hanzo would kill Genji on his family’s orders. Does Genji behave to protect a possibly pregnant Hanzo? Does Genji convince Hanzo to run away with him? Does Genji get seriously injured in the process and the both of them get picked up by Overwatch? What does OW think about their relationship? Maybe OW comes to take down the clan and instead meets these two who aren’t leading willingly?? Who knows man

those are good questions and I like where they’re leading :O I think they would pretend like they weren’t brothers and the others in the ‘Watch obvs know who the two are but don’t tell them that they know.

They don’t give too much of a fuck, especially since Hanzo gets them dragon babbies. I don’t even know how it works but I want him to be filled with Genji’s eggs so that’s how it’s going to happen *claps hands imperiously* *just wants Oviposition tbqh*

Bro. My dear. Please write something about the Alpha-Omega Shimada bros by that anon…a switch flipped, I can’t turn it off. OTL

yooo ❤ darkness ahead 😀 dem poor shimada brooooos :O (aw hell yah)

tw: shimadacest

The door opens and Hanzo scrabbles to get out. His gut is burning up, limbs feeling like they don’t belong to him. He’s never felt anything like it and he fears he’s going to die. He doesn’t want to die in a little closet behind his father’s office.

It’s hard to see anything after the darkness of his tight confines – he blindly crawls towards the light and the commotion. He can hear Genji screaming abuse and the grunts of men fighting. Someone kicks Hanzo’s shoulder hard. He whines, the pain amplified by his heat – everything feels so much.

His hips hunch; then push back against the floor into lordosis. His hakama are wet and clinging, shoulder throbbing from the kick. He’s going to die. He’s going to burn up from the inside.

And then – a heavy weight falling onto him and the sound of the door being locked down again.

Genji floods his senses; his smell – hormones flying from his agitation; his voice – screaming indignantly, fists pounding against the door of the closet.

Hanzo whines and Genji freezes.

–

They are as far away from one another as possible. Their toes are still touching, and Hanzo wants to cry his eyes out. Genji has been deathly silent for a while; only his breathing getting continually louder. A soft, wheezing panting on the edge of a panic attack.

Hanzo’s hand crawls forward until he feels his little brother’s fingers. His skin feels clammy and blessedly cool. Hanzo wants to press Genji’s hand against his sweating brow; wants to curl against his chest.

–

It feels like an eternity for the two young men but it couldn’t be more than half an hour until Genji is pulling Hanzo close, sweaty hand shoving down his pants, fingers sliding through a ridiculous amount of slick.

They’re feverish; out of their minds with lust. When Hanzo feels Genji’s fingers press against the loose, swollen muscle – ready for mounting and knotting and breeding – Hanzo keens pathetically, cock jerking in the tangle of his clothes.

Genji croons at him – the primal Alpha need to calm him down. Get him comfortable. Make him forget they were locked in a small closet during Hanzo’s first heat because of their father’s kneejerk reaction to his oldest son’s gender.

“Pretty omega,” Genji coos, fingers pumping in with wet, squelching sounds, nose pressing beneath his brother’s ear. “Just calm down. Just calm down. I know what you need. Going to give it to you. Just like all those other pretty little omegas. I know what you need…”

He will mount his brother. Make Hanzo turn around and get him to present for his own flesh and blood, forehead bumping against the wall, breath fast and whimpering in the thick, bad air of the closet.

He’ll drive in deep on the first thrust. Hanzo feels ready for it. More than ready. He’s so ripe; sucking him in, fingers squelching in the slick he’s producing.

“’M gonna breed you up so well,” he promises in a soft whisper, licking the back of his brother’s neck. He can taste the salt of his sweat and feel the fever roll off of him in waves. He feels drunk; everything is spinning in the darkness and he lists to the side before he manages to get an arm out and brace himself against the door of the closet.

The Omega before him is shivering, tilting his ass up; begging for it with the sweetest little music.

Genji couldn’t say whether he still knew who Hanzo was when he finally pushed in and rutted deep.

*stares at inbox* *weighs the pro and cons over whether to write oviposition shimadacest/genyatta first or some a/b/o shimadacest with them poor boys getting forced onto another*

the decisions I have to make.

tho oviposition genyatta with his fucking orbs sounds p good rn….

… all sounds good tbh… fffffaaack

But what if Hanzos an omega and his father is so dissapointed… at least Genji is an alpha. But daddy Shimada cant possibly have his eldest son and heir getting fucked – or worse, impregnated – outside of the family now can he???

are you telling me daddy Shimada waits until Hanzo’s heat hits and then locks his two boys in a room and waits for the miracle to happen. is that what you’re telling me you horrible horrible Nonnie

*sweating intensifies*

yo! small Shimadacest beneath the cut! Please don’t read if you are not comfortable with that.

Based off of this pic by @ch4tte after asking for permission 😀

“G-Genji!”

Hanzo sounds so horrified, and when Genji peeks over his shoulder, he’s sitting there frozen in shocked indecision. Like he still can’t believe his little brother was lewd enough to let him watch his fingers slip around and into the flushed little slit of his opening.

His hands, Genji notices, are clamped around his cock, as if trying to shield it from view – or maybe he just needs to hold on to something for comfort while he shamefully stared at his little brother’s ass; the way it opened up around his experienced fingers; the round, soft sack of his balls swaying just beneath.

Because he hadn’t… stopped watching, that is. Hanzo liked sounding scandalized and horrified with Genji’s every action. He liked being indignant, because being contrary to Genji meant being the older brother. The more responsible one. At least in Hanzo’s mind.

It didn’t make him look away from his brother’s lewd display, however; and it didn’t make him stand up and leave the room, telling Genji he would not play along with his quick, little idea.

The thing was, that Hanzo obviously was intrigued. He leave because he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay and watch and see how depraved his little brother could get.

“I think I’m ready,” Genji pants. His head feels hot and his sight is swimming in and out of focus. They both groan when he pulls out his fingers and they hear the resulting wet pop. Hanzo looks mortified and turned on from the wet, little sounds – the soft gape of his brother’s hole – and Genji can see how he’s practically strangling his cock. The poor tip is already flushed dark.

“C’mon. Now or never.” Genji wriggles his ass; tries to make his hole wink for Hanzo. He’s not sure Hanzo would even see it. He was staring at him but had a slightly glazed expression in his eyes that seemed to be far away.

“Onii-chan,” Genji wheedles. He goes down onto his elbows and arches his back down. He can feel the cool air of the room against his wet hole and it is as exciting as it is uncomfortable. He is shivering and needy and even though he tries to not let it show, it is embarrassing to have his older brother stare like that.

He kind of wants to reach back again; at least curl his fingers around the soft swell of his balls and shield them from Hanzo’s scrutinizing, intense gaze.

Genji wonders what it would take to finally get Hanzo to do it – whether there even was something that would succeed – when suddenly there is movement behind him and a moment later he nearly gets pushed flat onto his face by his brother’s body draping across his back.

Genji wants to laugh and jeer in excitement – he doesn’t say anything. Hanzo’s cock has found his hole with sheer dumb luck, the very tip slotting against the wet gape of his slit.

Hanzo – apparently shocked by just the small contact – involuntarily jerks his hips forward, sliding in a couple centimeters that spread his little brother around the flared tip of his cock.

Genji can’t breathe. Hanzo is panting above him like a little, scared bird.

“I-It’s okay,” Genji stutters breathlessly. His ears are ringing. He thinks he needs to soothe Hanzo and calm him down and – Hanzo is jerking again. Fucking forward into his brother, his balls touching Genji’s. He’s in to the hilt and Genji can feel the gentle burn of the stretch warm him down to his toes and up into his belly.

Hanzo is hunched over him, forehead pressed against the nape of his neck; a high, almost scared whimpering sliding from his throat.

Genji involuntarily thinks about the ‘official’ Hanzo. The one that sat pretty and unreachable to his father’s left side, surveying the table with aloof intelligence.

It was hard to reconcile him with the creature rutting into him with little, harsh jerks of his hunched hips. Genji loved to know that he was the only one that ever saw his brother like this.

Hot headed. Clumsy. Drowning in his own body’s need.

“G-Genji,” Hanzo stuttered. Genji could feel his arm curling around his hip, hand curling against his chest and holding on for dear life. For comfort.

Genji struggled back onto his hands, pushing up his brother’s weight lying heavy across his back.

Hanzo’s cock was a big, warm presence inside his belly; rutting rabbit quick and setting his nerve endings on fire.

“Brother!” Genji whined, elbows shaking and belly tightening with fire.

Hanzo was fucking like the devil was behind them. His face, mashed into the nape of Genji’s neck out of embarrassment, felt almost unbearably hot.

Genji wondered excitedly if he would hold on long enough to make Genji come as well – or whether he could make Hanzo suck his balls afterwards while he jerked off onto his face.

He was sure he would be able to talk his big brother into it. Hanzo always pretended like he hated Genji’s ideas – but in the end he went along with them every single time.