An Unlucky Encounter

You stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus to work. It was late. Again.

The cars driving by dwindled to none. No one was on the sidewalk as far as you could see. It was one of those moments where you could hear the silence. You got bored. Fidgeted. You scratched your arm and let your mind drift off.

A couple of arms wrapped firmly around your waist. Along with a couple of sharp penetrations into the side of your neck. So fast that you didn’t react at first.

You panicked, but a wordless voice told you to calm. That everything was fine. It quieted your flight or flight instinct. It told you that you had a need to be mated, which you panicked at some more. You didn’t feel that way a few seconds ago. The voice weighed down your limbs, making struggling less and less possible. Your body was a little too warm, like you just had some alcohol. The warm, disarming buzz you usually get, but it settled deep in your cunt instead of your chest.

Your head sagged down, giving you a view of a pair of black-armoured arms. The mystery attacker pulled you, so that the backs of your sneakers were dragging along the grass. You could do nothing about it. He let you, face-down, onto the ground with your cheek on the grass. He fondled your ass, giving you a hint as to what was going to happen next.

“No need to be afraid. I never take long.”

You didn’t recognize his accent, so it gave you no clue as to who he was or where he was from. Next to you, he discarded what looked like a belt. It had the symbol for ‘oni’, demon, on it. You couldn’t even work your eye muscles to open your eyes wide at that. What a day this was, that you should meet a mythical creature, and that he was going to do god-knows-what to you on top of that.

He pulled down your pants and panties. It felt like the whole world could see your shining slit, starting to leak slick, even though only the demon could see. He arranged you nicely, so he could keep a good view of said slit and your perked-up ass. He slid a finger up your slit towards your ass, then pinched a cheek. You couldn’t even clench your muscles in an attempt to keep him out.

“You look beautiful.”

The demon was so pleased with you, his prey. How you looked, the position you were in. If you were a meal, he would devour you. In fact, he considered putting his mouth to your pretty cunt, but he didn’t think he had time. No, he only had time to satisfy his need. To tame his length, straining at the front of his black pants. He immediately dragged them down to let his cock free.

He played with your slick, pressing in one clothed finger. He curled it inside, feeling around, then pulled it out and stuck in two. He pumped the two fingers, causing your cunt to ooze more slick onto his digits. Satisfied, he took them out.

You didn’t know what was doing during that pause, until he started moaning softly. Swearing to himself. He was playing with his ass, pumping his two fingers in and out of his hole. Getting off on you lying there, helpless and for him to take advantage of. His cock bobbed upwards as he laid eyes on your slick cunt, ready to be violated. The demon fingered himself until he couldn’t take it anymore. Until he needed right now to stuff his cock inside you and use you as a human fleshlight.

He quickly wiped his fingers on his pants. His thighs shivering with need, he lined up his hard cock with your cunt. With his other hand, he spread your butt cheeks to let him in. Right then you wanted to kick and scream and flop violently, but you couldn’t.

The demon emitted a long groan as his hips met yours.

“You have no idea what a relief this is,” he explained. “Maybe I should thank you.”

Those were irritating words, and to make it worse, he started moving inside you. The venom from the bite had prepared you fully, relaxed you open for his use. You felt no pain, just a warm, stiff invasion by his cock.

You tried to dig out, and hang onto, your panic and fear, which were buried under a thick layer of pleasant mental fog. It was to no avail.

The demon grabbed your shirt collar. He dragged you up, back towards him. His tongue drew a stripe up the side of your neck, causing a pleasant shiver. His chest pressed into your back, he held you against him.

“You like that? Hmmm?” he growled quietly.

Then he stuck his open mouth to the bite marks he created earlier, sucking some of the blood out of your veins. He ended the sucking with a cleaning swipe of his tongue over the wound and sat back to chase his end.

His gloved hands held your hips in place so he could drive into you from behind at his leisure. Fast or slow. He did speed up to edge himself a little, approaching the finish. He whined, then stopped. Each time, you hoped this was the end of this whole ordeal, but he built up speed again, his pelvis pat pat pat-ing against your rear.

“Do not worry,” he breathed during a slower period of thrusts, “I won’t leave you lying here, in a state of undress for everyone to see.”

That promise was odd. He could have just not dragged you here in the first place, then he wouldn’t have to redress you. You pondered this, ignoring the hand caressing a trail up your back beneath your shirt and the laboured pants of the demon behind you.

You couldn’t ignore your own pleasure building in your core, your cunt fluttering around his cock traitorously. Welcoming him further inside.

He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the ground on either side of your ribcage. His cock slid firmly along the front of your walls, doubling the heavenly feeling and forcing small, whiny moans from your part lips.

“I knew you liked this,” was the low growl.

His deep, yet youthful voice, coming from above, startled you partially out of the fog you were in. As soon as you starting moving, the demon dove down to deliver another bite. This time, closer to where your shoulder met your neck. You groaned from the pain, unable to cry out or protest. His tongue tickled the skin just below his teeth, slurping any blood streaming from the twin wounds.

Just like that, you were subdued anew. You couldn’t move again. The mental fog thickened, to be chased by your orgasm. Your hips twitched, belying the powerful orgasm taking your body. Only your inner muscles were unaffected, squeezing down on the demon invader’s cock. He held you down with his teeth until he joined you in his own end. By some small grace, you couldn’t feel the gush of cum he was spurting into you.

The demon remained at your neck for a moment, gathering himself. He pulled his fangs out, shut his mouth, and licked his lips clean. He also pulled his length out of you, leaving some of the mess to leak out in its wake.

He inched up your panties and then pulled up your pants. An oddly considerate gesture, even though he said he would do it. He rolled you over to face the sky. You thought you might get a glimpse of his face, but he had pulled a scary mask over it. He waved his fingers at you and left.

After the demon left, another entered the area. The two had nothing in common in appearance, except their faces. The second demon was the elder brother. He had been chasing his younger brother for 300 years.

He lifted his nose and sniffed the air, confirming that he was on the right trail.

He sniffed again.

His nose led him in a certain direction, and he almost tripped over you still laying there, unable to move.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 5

You arrived home. In the bedroom, Genji followed you like an obedient puppy, with his eyes and his steps. You stripped down for him to see and crawled onto the bed on your back. You beckoned him over and pointed to the space between your legs.

Genji roughly and hastily removed his clothes also. He climbed on the bed. Without you having to ask, he applied his mouth to your heat. He took a long, probing, meandering lick from the bottom of your entrance to your clit, then closed his lips around your nub to suck. Deciding that this needed to continue, you closed your thighs around his head to keep him there and rocked into the sensation.

Genji was a good boy and didn’t stop until you came. He had earned his fuck, so you let his head go.

“Stay sitting up,” you ordered.

“Whatever you desire,” he tried to say seductively, “uhhhhh, Wife…?”

“Mrs. Shimada.”

He heaved a breath. “That is still weird for me, being married.”

That didn’t put a damper on his need. He inched closer on his knees, seeking your cunt with his cock. He slid inside you, fitting perfectly with minimum stretch. He dug his fingers into where your hips met your thighs and moved slowly, rocking on the mattress gently. Respectfully.

“Faster,” you said, growing bored of this.

The slap between your bodies became more audible. His mouth fell open as he panted. He looked down, and through lidded eyes, saw your body tensing and relaxing as waves of pleasure gently overwhelmed your core. While you were lost in that, he snuck his hand over to rest it on your inner thigh. His ego inflated a bit each time your thighs flexed and your lower body arched up to seek more of the pleasure he was giving you.

His cockhead skimmed the sensitive spots on the front of your walls. And just as you planned, the position allowed you to roughly palm a breast and also rub your clit. You couldn’t trust him to handle your pleasure just yet.

“Don’t stop until I’m done,” you told him with a trembling voice once you had your half of this in control.

Been given his task, he shut his eyes. His tongue peeked out of his lips as he went hard into your heat. The bed shook, and you let your moans pierce the air.

Sleeping with Genji once, and then deciding you would sleep with him again thereafter for the sake of baby-making, opened the floodgates. A flood of cum, that is. Genji either conveniently forgot what the outcome of unprotected sex was, or he warmed up to the idea of having a little one. You seriously doubted it was the latter, judging by the way he took any opportunity to do the dirty. Anywhere. Almost every erection he got was satisfied by sex. He coaxed you down off your high horse, and you opened your legs for him in the back seat of one of the family cars. You bent over the sink in a single-occupant bathroom at the restaurant he took you to. During dinner at home, if you were amenable, he cleared all the servants out. He scooted over to sit underneath you. You sat on his dick but ignored him to eat your dinner.

“But I want my wife!” he protested, his hand seeking your clit.

“And I’m hungry!” you said, pulling that hand away.

That’s not to say that he was in control. Anyone looking him in his blown irises or watching him palm his throbbing cock through his pants as mere foreplay could see that his current mistress was lust. If he was an animal, he would have been fixed at the vet long ago. But he was also obedient, backing off when you turned around and warded him off with a single finger to his little nose.

“Not right now,” you said.

His fingers crawled up his face into his hair, and he growled, but he fucked off. To take care of his own need or whatever it was he did.

Genji had energy to burn off. Each muscle was restless, each atom of his being vibrated. He couldn’t believe what happened next; he put on his dusty sparring gear and went to the dojo to train. The Genji before marrying you would have just slunk off to find another willing orifice to sink his cock into. Or take one himself.

Presently, Genji was feeling pretty good about himself until Hanzo ended the sparring session with a decisive shout.

“You need to calm down!”

Hanzo was in awe, and a little shaken, by the ferocity with which Genji had been claiming victory lately. Each time you shut down Genji’s advances, he turned around and took it out on Hanzo. He channelled his energy into his second-favourite activity, combat. Fighting was as much play as flirting and fucking to him. In this way, Genji felt more in control of his life. Because you kept him in check. Your control was his control. If at any point, sparring and training weren’t enough, he returned to see if you had changed your mind.

“Please. I have been a good husband,” he begged, voice breathy but whiny.

He knelt in front of your seated figure, his out-stretched arms clinging to your hips like a man drowning. Drowning in his lust. His hands were a respectful distance from your heat. His mussed hair, leftover sweat, and puppy eyes gave him a neglected look.

Imagine being Blackwatch’s sex slave though?? Like they have you tied up and gagged in a particular room on the base and throughout the day they all take turns releasing their anger and frustration out on you. They would all be super rough and not give any fucks about if it hurts you or you don’t want it, it only turns them on more. Also if they’re feeling like it they’ll all take you at the same time. Like hot damn I can’t be the only one who would sign up for that with no hesitation.

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The boys celebrate their missions well done, or even their mission that was far less than easy by disappearing into a special part of Blackwatch base, drinking, and fucking you senseless. They don’t even bother talking to you. Just treat you like a set of holes they can fuck their dicks into. And if they do talk to you it’s just so they can tell you how much of a fucking slut you are, a bitch made for taking cum. They’ll use you to tears and then use you some more because the only thing that matters is their satisfaction. 

HOT DAMN IS RIGHT!!! asdlkjaldkass

H/Cs of Genji catching fem!reader pleasuring herself without him. Would punishment ensue?

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Hiya! Sorry for the late response! Genji would totally punish his s/o for pleasuring herself without him around, how dare she??? I hope you like this :3 – Syl.

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– What you expect when he caught you pleasuring yourself while he’s not around? No sex for a week? Worse. He will punish you like there’s no tomorrow.

– First he will have you tied up, both hands bonded to the head of the bed and both legs far apart.

– He will think the suitable punishment as he enjoys watching you struggling and apologizing for what did you do. Then it hit him, if you really need to pleasure yourself that you couldn’t wait for him to come home, that’s what will he give to you.

– He will slowly approaching you with dangerous glints on his eyes. Slowly touching you, building up the tension on your core, heating up the fire inside your body.

– Both hands on your breast playing with your nipples while mouth on your sensitive part, twirling around your sensitive bud. He’ll use his hand, mouth, tongue–everything to make you cum slowly.

– You came hard right on his mouth, but he doesn’t move a bit. His mouth still on your part and it begin to annoys you. You moves your hip around as a signal for him to let go. But he still attached there. In fact, he put two fingers inside you. You screamed in pain and pleasure, he keep thrusting his fingers on you.

– When you came for the second time, he stops for a while and put a massive vibrator inside you as replacement of his fingers and turn it on highest level. “You desperately want to pleasure yourself, I will give it to you. Now you have to cum as many as I want or I will not touch you for the rest of the week”

– The vibrator ramming and digging inside you, earning moans and pant from you. Genji’s still thumbing your little bundle of nerves.

– When you cum for the third time, Genji use your cum to lube the bottom hole and put an anal beads inside. You screamed in pain but Genji quickly gag you with his scarf.

– Your head begin to feel light and your eyes can’t focus anymore. “Not yet, (y/n), not yet. I’m sure you can handle this”, the only thing you see now is Genji’s sinful smile that will keep you up all night.

Flash Fic – Reaper

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Thank you for your commission! Here’s what was supposed to be a 1000 word fic of Reaper submitting to reader. It’s turned into a bit of a monster but I’m too attached to it to cut. Enjoy!

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Gabriel is used to being the biggest man in the room, both physically and in rank. He’s used to looming over his subordinates and his partners and watching them lower their head before him. It’s not quite a boost to his ego, but he doesn’t lie when he says that he feels comfortable being looked up to. When he says that he’s so used to being in control that it fits like a well-fitted glove.

Perhaps it’s because of his skin, his beard, the almost permanent bitch face he sports, but he’s used to being looked at in fear, in apprehension. He doesn’t like it. But he’s used to it. Used to the way they’d quiver before him in submission, waiting for the other shoe to drop whenever he wills it. To an extent, he likes the rush of power; the feeling of having them at his mercy, whatever it may be. He’d lie if he says a rush of warmth wouldn’t fill him when he’d see their skin bruised and reddened from his impassioned grips and slaps. He’d lie if he says he didn’t grow hard when they’d whimper and beg. Beg for him to fuck them harder. Beg for him to take away the last vestiges of power from them and render them weak-kneed from how hard he uses them. He’d lie if he said it wasn’t how he loved for the longest time.

But death does a lot of things to a person. Not in the least change them fundamentally, mentally, physically. He feels angry now, unable to control his emotions and his body as he wreaks destruction upon those he used to call comrades. Friends. Family. So now, years on from the last time he drew breath, Reaper yearns for something different than he knew in life. Now what he wants is so foreign to him that he hasn’t the slightest clue how to go about finding it. What he wants isn’t what he’s used to. Isn’t something he thought he’d ever find.

Quietly to himself in his loneliness, Reaper wonders what it’d be like to be held so tenderly that he might melt in an embrace. What it’d be like to feel so safe that he can close his eyes and rest for the first time in what feels like forever. What it’d be like to be tamed with a single hand to his chest and a soft pair of lips to his bristly cheek. He would curl in a corner around a lumpy pillow, hood drawn over his head and over his eyes, thin blankets cocooning him, and imagine that instead of scratchy wool it was a warm body holding him securely. That instead of a pillow that smells of musty mothballs, he’d be clutching at the clothes of someone who would protect him from the world that seems to be out to ruin him in every way. It feels like a pipe dream to have someone who he would allow that much power over him. He’s not one to let go of control, of his strength. But in his undeath Reaper has had much time to think and he wonders if that is what he needs. For someone to know how to protect him and to hold the reins for a little while as he lets go and just exists. Instead of his bare existence now, living from day to day and praying that it might end. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. Maybe…maybe someone who makes that decision for him would finally lead him off his path of self-destruction and sorrow.

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Ahhhhhh, very nice. Very nice, indeed. Are you getting better at writing?? Lately, I’m not a huge fan of mixing emotion with Reaper, but this got me. Maybe because it’s sub!Reaper this time, and that’s different. 👌 Perfect!