Author: demialwrites

Day 17 v.2 – Collaring

“I am going to make you mine,” Genji said.

“I’m already yours,” you said sleepily. Contentedly.

Your legs relaxed open and fell to the bed from his waist. If Genji was a cat, he’d purr smugly. His cybernetics whined quietly as he bent down kiss up your neck and place a kiss on your cheek with a soft smacking sound. His lips tickled up your skin, little bursts of happiness mirrored inside.

He continued to rain kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle and squirm. He was supremely happy with the heavenly haze he put you in. He had made love to you until he coaxed your body to its peak and watched you light up with pleasure.

Then he chose to stick close until you will inevitably come down from your high. You were safe and emotionally anchored with your master, so close. You put your hand to his bicep and held on.

Genii smiled and rolled over to your side and continued to gaze at you with his warm, brown eyes. You plastered yourself to his side out of habit, tucking your knee up across him.

“So needy,” he murmured.

He stretched a hand towards the bedside table, seeking your present. It was with some trepidation that he took the thin strip of black leather in his metal fingers. You wouldn’t refuse. He had no reason to worry.

“I have something for you.”

A smile overtook your face.

“Really?!”

“Yes,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You stretched your neck, offering it up for the collar. Once it was hugging your skin–and you tugged on it to check it wasn’t too tight–you instantly felt safer. Relief. You had found a place you belonged. You curled tighter against the solid presence of Genji’s body. His hand was a comforting weight on your back.

Day 17 – Collaring

This isn’t collaring in the traditional dom/sub sense, but how could I not write something for the hybrid au? Reader is the hybrid, but it’s up to you what kind, and whether McCree is a baddie or not.

“No!” you shouted.

“C’mon,” your new owner, Jesse said. “It’s fer your own good.”

Jesse McCree had you caged against the floor of your new home. He straddled your waist, without actually applying pressure. Being gentle, but firm. You kept your hands around your neck, blocking his attempts to put a collar around your neck. It was leather, the colour matching his favourite chaps.

The sentiment was lost on you, who wanted freedom. You kicked your legs against the floor and bucked. Jesse oof’d as your stomach bumped his crotch.

“I only want to take care ah you,” he insisted.

“I don’t want to be taken care of!”

You shook your head wildly. Wiggling onto your side, you put your forearms to the tile and start scrambling.

“C’mon now, you’re not a worm…!”

You got a couple feet away before he grabbed your waist. He slid you back towards him. Your shirt rode up, and you squeaked on the cold tile. Jesse put his knee to your back, along with some of his weight. Your whole front was pressed to the ground. Your adrenaline spiked, and you thrashed.

Jesse was considered a fantastic shot for a reason, though. He predicted your movements before you made them and took a shot. Your movements died down when you felt the soft underside of the leather hugging your neck.

“Let me know if that’s too tight for ya,” he said, standing up.

You stared at his boots as he walked away from you, wondering if you could really get away from this one.