Tag: zenyatta/genji

3rd Batch Ko-Fi Fics: 10th Fill

Zenyatta + Mondatta + Genji – Zenyatta unwittingly finds himself in midst of a dragon worshiping cult. Drugged and helpless he is to deliver their God’s eggs.

Zenyatta feels like he’s in a dream – though he can’t make his mind up whether it is a good one or a bad one. He is woozy, can’t quite keep his eyes open, his body feeling feverish and… full.

Like he is stuffed with cotton from the inside out. His shoulders ache, but he can’t roll them to alleviate the pain.

“Calm,” a voice murmurs behind him, and a body presses against his back. He wants to ask ‘what?’ but he only groans long and drawn out. He can’t remember what happened to him. Only that he’d been celebrating with these people; eating and dancing and drinking whenever one of the smiling faces presented him with a cup of fruity, cool liquid.

“Don’t be afraid,” the smooth voice tells him, soothing, shushing Zenyatta’s faint thrashing with big, dry hands that he uses to pet up and down his sides and then across his belly which feels especially full and hot.

When Zenyatta’s head lolls forward, he makes a sound of distress. His belly is hugely distended and round, firm like a pregnant woman’s stomach. Before him, a sea of people that he hadn’t noticed starts shifting and murmuring. He can feel their excitement. Can almost taste it on his tongue.

The man behind him hugs him gently. “No harm will come to you. You are very precious to us – you bear our God’s children, after all.”

Zenyatta groans. With the pressure across his belly from the hug, he is suddenly aware of how desperately he has to expel whatever they pushed into him. He stares at the sea of faces pointed in his direction and squirms, weak as a kitten – and then he sees something move even farther behind the onlookers. A huge, serpent-like shape shifting and undulating, luminous green eyes watching him…

And as the person at his back starts to lower him down, his bindings giving and allowing for the descent until he is perched just-so on his knees, snippets of memories – or a wild, chaotic dream – come back to him. A huge creature cradling him with short, strong legs against a smooth, scaled belly. A long serpent-tongue tickling across his pate as the slippery, long cock of the beast slips out and drags along his belly.

Being filled and filled and filled as he weakly comes again and again and again until he passes out…

Zenyatta cries out when the first thing inside him shifts down into his passage. His brain is still muddled with whatever they used to drug him with, the sea of faces swimming in front of his eyes as he helplessly follows his body’s imperative and starts to bear down.

“P-Please,” he whispers weak, chest heaving, cheeks burning with shame. “N-No…”

“All is well,” the voice at his back whispers soothingly. “You do wonderfully. You are a perfect mate for our God. Are you not proud?”

Zenyatta throws his head back with another hoarse cry as the widest part comes and goes, the round object slipping out of his confused, overheated body. He can’t hear it hit the ground. The man behind him must have caught it beforehand, standing and lifting the object in his hands high above for everyone to see.

Ecstatic murmuring greets the sight but is overshadowed by the low rumbling from the back. A sound like rolling thunder as the shadowed creature moves more agitatedly. Zenyatta has the distinct feeling it is pleased.

He has a short glimpse of the object in the tall man’s hands, body going hot and cold as he recognizes a large, faintly green egg – and then his belly contracts in pain, sweat breaking out all over his body as he follows along and bears down.

The man hastily puts the egg into a softly cushioned basket to the side, then kneels back behind Zenyatta’s weakly struggling form.

“Perfect.”

awww ye 😀 a smol dragonfuck + bit of brofuck after @bonebo gave me the idea :3c we’ve also been talking about how the dragon brothers were separated during Genji’s capture and how Hanzo is probably searching for his bro… which is not included here but might be at another time :3c monster bro fuck seems right up my alley :3cccc

also see this as a small appetizer for the upcoming brofuck compilation :3cccccc

Genji’s appearance: he’s basically a larger than average human with a long tail and dragonlike hindlegs

Zenyatta and Mondatta, while usually perfectly content with each other’s company – more than content, even – found themselves in the peculiar situation of being lonely after their move to Japan.

The house Mondatta had bought was big and beautiful; it was easy to feel at home in such a gorgeous scenery, nature practically at their fingertips – not able to stop staring at the soft sway of tree branches in the wind or the lively splash of the carps in their pond whenever they ventured close enough because the fish were intelligent and spoiled and neither of them had the heart not to throw them a few crumbs whenever walking by.

Still, it was surprisingly, almost disconcertingly empty feeling. Too big for two quiet, peaceful men.

It was easy to come to the conclusion that they needed to find a pet to occupy their time – have something to shower with love and affection other than each other.

And then they had met Genji.

.o.

“You will have no problems, will you? I will only be gone for a few hours…”

Mondatta has folded his tall frame almost in half, leaning above his brother still nestled in their bed. His long, smooth hands have framed Zenyatta’s face, keeping it tilted up for small, affectionate kisses against his soft lips.

Zenyatta is pliant for the treatment even though his brother’s constant worrying has him mildly annoyed. His arms are curled around Genji’s massive head lying on his slim chest and keeping him pinned to the mattress.

“Of course,” he murmurs against Mondatta’s mouth, feeling the constant swipe of his thumbs slowly come to a halt. “Genji will keep me company and be a very effective bodyguard for any eventualities.”

His hand pets down the rough fur on top of Genji’s head which in turn is trailing down in a stiff ridge along the dragonling’s spine and to the very tip of his long, strong tail. Genji rumbles behind the muzzle they still keep on him, going cross-eyed with pleasure.

Mondatta looks unsure for a moment longer, then nods and presses one last, chaste kiss against Zenyatta’s mouth with a wet little smack.

“Message me if anything is amiss.”

.o.

“G-Genji… hah… n-no…” His voice tilts up at the end, making his demand sound insincere and questioning. Not that the pet would have understood. Genji doesn’t make a sound; he simply pushes in deeper, his breath hot and humid, fanning against Zenyatta’s balls as he nudges between his legs.

His muzzle is lying to the side, forgotten after Zenyatta had carefully taken it off of him – seduced into it by Genji’s soft, docile cooing and the sweet glint in his eyes.

He’d all forgotten about the mechanics of the mask; how it had filtered all those interesting smells to not get the big dragon distracted, but oh how quickly he had gotten reminded.

Genji is gentle enough, he supposes; his large claws having carefully sliced Zenyatta’s thin leggings apart to get at the tender spots underneath, his long, strong tail whipping about and knocking over expensive furniture and pretty decorations.

Zenyatta hides his face behind his hands, moaning low and mortified, the sound choking off rather abruptly when he feels Genji’s tongue; long and serpentine as it slithers around his balls and then his cock, the split tip carefully, curiously tickling across the rosy glans.

“Genji!” he whispers against his fingers, scandalized, eyes going round with surprise as the huge dragon huffs and lets off of him just to crawl further up, large body easily blanketing him.

He can see their reflection in the dark screen of the large TV. He can’t believe Genji was doing this to him in the middle of the living room; with all the big windows, in the middle of the day…

Genji looks like he is grinning. His jaw is open, long, long, long tongue out and tickling the back of Zenyatta’s neck. His teeth are looking razor sharp, but he doesn’t seem inclined on using them any time soon. If any, he looks content with the situation.

And why should he not? He has his Master below him, warm and deceptively eager – nothing in the way of his…

“Oh…oh- o-o-… OH! G-G-GENJI!” Zenyatta grunts, rocking forward, arms curling around one massive claw right next to his head, eyes large and disbelieving at the wet nudge against the cleft of his ass.

In the reflection he can see the rough ridge of fur along Genji’s back stand up in excitement, his back curling into an arch, hips hunching down – and there it is again; the hot, wet drag of… of Genji’s… of his…

Zenyatta’s mouth drops open into a perfect, little oh. He is rooted to the spot, body hot and conflicted, staring at the large paw next to him, the sharp greenish claws digging into the expensive hardwood floor Mondatta had installed all over the house.

He feels the undulation of the large body above him, and again the dragon’s cock nudges against him; a brand along his skin as Genji is seeking, and seeking, and finding…

It is, impossibly enough, like his cock is having a mind on it’s own; carefully tickling long the cleft like the long tongue had done – and only when Genji rumbles, low and near-purring does Zenyatta realize he is moving into the touch; ass lifting, back forming a pretty little cup as he angles up into the creature…

His chest spasms when the tip catches against his dry rim, then glances off again. Despite having actively angled himself for it, he is surprised when Genji actually manages to find the target.

“Genji,” he whispers, smooth cheek pressing against the dragon’s strong arm. Zenyatta was no short man, but the pet was even larger; long and muscular and so very capable of getting its way if it would really put its mind to it.

Another swipe of the tail and another crash of the furniture.

Zenyatta’s ears are pulsing with the shame of it all when he feels Genji’s wet cock dribbling along his crack, the sensation making his hole clench and then bloom open, greedy and eager…

“Genji, no,” he says, whispers it, cheeks cherry red, smooth, nearly concave belly fluttering… everything inside him screaming Genji yes.

And then the pet hunches down once more, tongue out, lovingly tickling against Zenyatta’s ear, tasting him as his cock finally finds the target and he rocks in, the tip tapered and wet but still not enough for Zenyatta’s unprepared body.

Before he can cry out in alarm, however, another voice cuts through the air.

“Zenyatta!”

Zenyatta looks up, staring at the reflection in the TV – first at himself beneath Genji’s bulk, mouth hanging open, ass tilted up… then at Genji, maw stretched into an unmistakable grin as his body moves, humping, fucking… not getting deterred by the fact that Mondatta is right there at the door, his face a visage of shock, the folders he had been holding in his arms strewn across the floor.

“Z-Zenyatta!” his brother exclaims again, a little panicked lilt to his usually calm voice as he stumbles over, hands fluttering from Genji to his brother, seemingly unsure of what to do, as Genji fucks and crams his hot, thickening cock into the younger of his Masters –

And Zenyatta can’t do much; can’t explain himself because there is nothing to explain, not when his ass is on fire and his gut is so full with Genji’s cock sliding in deeper and deeper and deeper with seemingly no end in sight. He wonders if Genji will try to fuck right through his belly button, and the thought almost makes him forget the pain of his rim having to stretch around the pet’s cock.

He can hear the cracking of the floorboards as Genji stems his strong hind legs against it, long claws dug into the wood to get better leverage to fuck his Master – but most of all he can hear himself, positively wailing as his brother finally cups his face like he had done only hours before, thumbs so soft and soothing against his hot cheeks.

“Calm… Calm, Zenyatta,” Mondatta whispers against his lips, pressing little suckling kisses against them as Genji steadily works away on top of him, breeding his Master up almost gentle, his tongue still there, dragging against all the smooth, warm skin – and then curiously slipping between their lips.

“Everything is going to be fine, Zenyatta,” Mondatta murmurs, his own cheeks a dark red, eyes bright with… Zenyatta does not know what. He is petting across Zenyatta’s bald head, thumbing across the grid of dots above his eyebrows.

“Just… just let him take his fill… it will be over soon,” he croaks. “Just let him use your body…”

Zenyatta hiccups, wrenching his arms away from their clutch on Genji’s arm and throwing them around his brother’s shoulders; holding on for dear life as he got fucked by their pet, his cock chubby and pink between his smooth thighs.

Hearing his brother talk like that is doing things to him, even as Genji keeps dicking him deeper, still having more cock to cram into him, filling his intestines to an intense degree – to a point where Zenyatta is sure he had to push into his stomach sooner or later…

“Just let him use you,” Mondatta whispers into his ear, rubbing at his shoulders, both brothers getting rocked by Genji’s strong little thrusts into Zenyatta’s body. “I will rub you down later… take care of your body…”

Zenyatta groans, eyes slitted in pained pleasure, staring at their reflection in the screen and jerking in horrified lust as he sees the swell of his belly; pushed out like he is pregnant as their pet labors away above him.

“Oh… oh my,” he whispers, turning his head away, cock swinging between his thighs, dripping little pearls of pre-cum onto the floor. His rim is still burning from the intrusion; so very swollen and sensitive feeling, but he doesn’t think Genji is anywhere near done with him.

He doesn’t think Mondatta wants him to be anything near done with him.

The Dance

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Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Implied Reapyatta, implied Genyatta
Warnings: dub/noncon mentions (non-graphic), power imbalance

Summary: Gabe wonders what the young Shimada lord has planned for the visiting performer. 

Notes: requested by @cyberrat ❤

Gabe wonders if the dancer knows he will not be leaving tonight, consumed as he is by the task at hand.

His hazel eyes draw thin, and the gold paint beneath each catches in the low light as he weaves his body to the chiming of the orbs encircling his body. There is something otherworldly in the way he moves, like magic, but Gabe doesn’t believe in magic. Yet, if he stares at the outline of the monk’s body hard enough, he almost sees something: an afterimage, a trick of the eye like an illusion on the horizon.

He flows to the swelling accompaniment of the other monks, drums and shamisen joining the chimes, and his motions intensify like a fight, a koan incarnate, skirts and belts rippling as his spins and arches, steps so slight and practiced he floats.

Lord Shimada watches with polite interest, but the young master slouches forward, chin cupped in his palm, calloused thumb pressing his lower lip. His pupils shine, large and dark, and a telltale flush dusts his high cheekbones. Gabe has seen that look before.

He doesn’t blame the young master, but he does feel sorry for the monk. Untouched, he guesses, raised in the mountains five thousand kilometers away, though the monk looks his mid-twenties. A sweet, uninitiated bauble to amuse for an evening; the young master grew bored with his conquests quite easily.

Gabe straightens in his black suit, clenching his hands in front of him. When the finale comes, will the young master cheer uproariously, showering the warm-skinned dancer in praise? Will he woo him with promises of wealth and power and pleasure? He imagines some monks are immune to such flattery, but no one is infallible, and new, unknown attentions might sway him. Gabe hopes, for his sake, it does.

The young master does not take rejection lightly.

The monk may refuse. Gabe may be ordered forward to retrieve him for whatever the young master desired. It would not be the first time. He would use his guns for this one, the orbs’ rotations beautiful but dangerous, whistling through the air like bullets.

He would restrain the monk, careful, so careful to leave him unharmed. The young master cut off the last guard’s arm when he was sloppy. Gabe hopes he would come easily, after, allow his robes to be slipped his body. He would lay back for Gabe on the silken sheets of the bed, spread his long, supple thighs, let Gabe tease his fingers inside him until he is wet and soft and mewling.

Gabe bites his lip. The monk could be hard, cock straining, dripping pearls against his lean, trembling stomach, or flaccid, ignorant of his own body, or perhaps too frightened. It would not make any difference to the young master; what he lacked in restraint he made up in skill. He would bring the monk to heaven sooner or later.

Gabe shifts as the music ebbs, dick pulsing, trapped down the leg of his suit. He can’t help but let his thoughts linger as the monk arcs in a sinuous line; Gabe’s hands would overshadow his waist if he held his hips. He rolls his lower lip into his mouth and bites, shakes his head.

The young master would never grant such a request, not when his own interest shown so plainly on his face, in his posture, in the thickening curve between his legs. Gabe hopes as the monk sinks into a low bow, music fading, that the young master will let him watch.

it’s so good???? thank you so much??? fuck…. fuuuuck…. exotic dancer Zen… fuck yes… yes yes yes yes yes a thousand times

Hmm. For NSFW, Zenyatta using his power to hypnotize someone else into screwing him. SFW, I don’t know for writing, but I’d love to see how/if the other characters are any different.

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Zenyatta whispers, and the incantation filters through Genji’s mind like music through water, distant and otherworldly. His master’s forehead glows, each pinpoint of light soft and dazzling, matching the ethereal shine of his eyes. He breathes out, and the words cease. Then there is nothing.

Zenyatta opens his eyes. Genji stares back at him, wide and unseeing. Then, a shift: his student sighs, eyelids drooping, pupils dilating, ringed with gold. He grins.

“Hey, there. I haven’t seen you around here before.” Genji murmurs, eyes tracing over his master, flickering to his orange garb, hesitating for an instant on Zenyatta’s bare chest.

“Genji?” Zenyatta murmurs. The hairs on his neck prickle. This is not the first time someone has stared at him with such open interest. That the attention comes from Genji is.

“Oh, my reputation precedes me. All good things, I hope.” Genji purrs, leaning forward, hand settling high on Zenyatta’s thigh. “That’s what I’m known for. Being good.”

Over the years, Genji had divulged his past to Zenyatta, things he wasn’t proud to admit. Gambling. Drinking. Sleeping with anyone that caught his eye, especially if it displeased the clan. Zenyatta thought this exercise would help Genji come to terms with his past. To think this is who his student was, who he might’ve met, in another life. His chest tightens.

“What’s your name?” Pressure on his face refocuses him on the now. Genji slides the pad of his thumb along his lower lip, cupping his chin so gently, like Zenyatta is fragile, like he doesn’t want to startle him.

Zenyatta exhales, soft and low, face heating, eyes downcast. He tells him in a hushed whisper.

“Zenyatta.” Genji repeats, inches from his master’s face. Monk. Tekhartha. Master. Genji has never called him his given name. “So pretty. It suits you.”

–

Zenyatta cries into the sheets of his bed, the smell of incense and sex filling his nose. Genji twists his fingers inside him, teasing around something that makes Zenyatta’s body tremble and his insides quake with pleasure.

“Right there? So sensitive.” Genji moans into his ear, pressing his dripping cock harder against the soft muscles of Zenyatta’s thigh, rutting while he fucks his master with his fingers. Zenyatta’s own cock hangs heavy and fat between his legs, precum dripping into the sheets.

“This can’t be your first time. Holed up in a monastery with a bunch of men? I bet you are quite popular.”

Zenyatta moans, broken and wanting like he’s never known, hips pressing back for more, but Genji continues to graze that spot inside him that keeps him weak and helpless. Open in a way he has never been with his student, like he’s always wished to be. Wonders if his Genji wants this too, but it’s so hard to think, so hard to feel anything but those fingers teasing him until his toes curl and his thighs flex and he’s, he’s –

Crying out, when Genji withdraws his fingers, circling his swollen hole before shifting behind him, the warm press of something more substantial nudging against his body. Genji shushes him, each word lancing new sick pangs of want through his bones.

“Easy now.” Genji whispers, one hand grasping Zenyatta’s hip, steadying him. “Let’s see how many times you can come for me, Zenyatta.”

Blue Pink Silver Gold – Balenae – Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 2/9
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta
Characters: Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Hanzo Shimada, Tekhartha Mondatta
Additional Tags: Young Genji, Shambali Zenyatta, Fluff and Smut, Genji is a Little Shit, Good brother Hanzo, Genji catches feelings, a lot of feelings, eventually, versatile lovers, Car Sex, Robot genetalia, Zenyatta is a low-key goober, Mondatta tolerates him, Self-Indulgent, Lots of Sex, Genji you are shameless, That’s a monk, Existential Nonsense, so many metaphors, how did this happen, someone send help, Clan Shimada: Your source for emotional constipation, Making up shit about Omnics, Making up shit about the Shambali
Summary:

Genji Shimada expects to be bored out of his damn mind when Hanzo allows the Shambali order to stay in the Shimada family temple for a month while they’re visiting Japan.

He’s wrong.

THIS STORY IS SO GOOD

PLEASE PLAESE PLEASE READ IT!!!!

Blue Pink Silver Gold – Balenae – Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]