“I want you to record yourself masturbating and then you’re going to send it to me so I can decide if it’s good enough to put online. Now don’t disappoint me.” Your text reached his phone hours ago and he’s read it countless times, enough that it’s almost seared into his brain at this point.
Genji has performed for you many a time, often naked, sometimes with another participant, but always with you in the room. Now, he finds himself blushing with shame and…something else as he prostrates himself before the camera, arching his back in that way that he knows you love. With sinuous movements, he slides back to sit on his knees with his fists planted on the bed between his thighs.
“Master,” he whimpers.
The bell on his collar tinkles gently with every move he makes and he blushes hotly at the sound, at how he looks like to any viewer. Submissive, vulnerable, so eager to please and ready to be fucked into oblivion. He turns around and gets on all fours again and sticks out his ass, spreading his cheeks to reveal the jewel studded plug he has embedded in his slutty hole. It glistens with lube, shining in the bright light and drawing attention to his puffy ring.
“Mmm, master, my plug slides in so easily after you fucked me today,” Genji moans, teasing the sensitive skin with a light touch, feeling the ache from how hard you railed into him not an hour ago. “I wish I could keep myself open for you all the time, plugged up and ready to be used.”
His cock bobs when he slides down to brace his chest on the bed so he can reach back to jerk his cock with one hand and toy with the plug using the other. He gyrates to the deep thrum of the music he has playing in the background, stroking his cock to the beat and showing off how heavy his balls are and how the muscles on his ass and back flex as he starts to build his pleasure.
“Can I use the stroker, Master?” Panting and groaning interrupts him and he squirms, trying to gather his thoughts. “I’ve been such a good kitty, can I please?”
Lube quickly comes into play and so does a clear stroker, the angle of the camera and his body forcing him onto his back so there’s a clear view to his now glistening cock. The jewel of the plug bobs as his ass clenches on it with every stroke of the toy, the bumps and ridges and bristles easily taking him to the edge. Genji’s soft moans thank you and he spreads his legs wide into the air to display all of him.
“Oh, Master, I wish you could fuck me right now.” His hand is ceaseless in its pumping on his cock and his plug slips out accidentally from how hard he clenches on it. Genji slips it back in and fucks himself with it, whining for your touch and your monster dildo to fill him. “Mmm, you’ve trained me too well, Master. This little plug doesn’t do anything for me now. I want your cock so fucking bad, oh please fuck me!”
Bracing his legs on the bed, he starts to fuck up into the stroker and onto the plug like a madman, moaning and whimpering and sobbing for your permission to cum. But when it doesn’t, he cries out in frustration and stills his shaking hips forcefully, “Master, please let me cum! I’ll be such a good kitty, I swear. Haven’t I done a good job, Master? Oh please-”
And yet, the camera remains silent and Genji writhes on the bed with denied orgasm. He can’t cum, but he still has to try. He can’t disappoint you after all.
Tag: dom!reader
Reinhardt – orgasm control, orgasm denial, edging
“Stay still.”
Reinhardt whimpers and stiffens, forcing his legs straight on the bed in an attempt to stop his hips from humping the air. Between his ass cheeks a plug buzzes away, while a vibrating cock sleeve encased the head of his cock. Metal clips adorns his hard nipples with the chain attaching them held in his teeth. He’s tearing up, dried tear tracks staining the sides of his temples and the pillow under his head.
I’d like to ask whichever sentence from the flirty meme for Genji. I’d like make him feel loved and cared for <3 He has this one tragic voice line in retribution about agreeing to be cybernized so that he could walk again, and I want to shower him with lots of love (°◡°♡) Thank you for your hard work!! ☆ ～('▽^人)
I chose ‘you know i love to hold your hand, but today you just look too good from behind’. I haven’t heard that voice line yet (although I haven’t had time to play retribution too many times), but damn it just hits you right in the feels. (also i should be doing my work but fuck it, procrastination is the way to go apparently.)
You’re admittedly not a fan of physical contact, so it’s rare that you meet someone else who has the same level of aversion to touch as you do. And goddammit it’s just your luck that you really really want to keep touching that person.
Genji is that fucking person. Even after he makes his peace with his body and his fate, there’s still that little part of him that shies away from touch – as though he feels like he’d dirty them. It takes months, but he comes to not only allow you to touch him, but he learns to seek you out as well. Zenyatta approves of it, partakes in it himself when he can although on a platonic level.
Of course, you’re far from just platonic touching – trust me it took a long time for you to coax the ninja into it. These days though, you just stick to holding hands, because if you can’t grope his pecs and shoulders, his hand will have to do. Genji humours you most of the time, lacing his fingers into yours and pulling it against his chest to cradle it. Sometimes he brings it up to his face as though to kiss it, forgetting that his mask is still securely fastened to his helmet. He’s squished your knuckles like that a few times, but you let it go once you see his body squirm in embarrassment and apology.
Some days, though…
Some days, you just can’t resist. Like today.
“M-master, what are you doing?” he stiffens up in your grasp, his torso and head swivelling enough so he can look at you over his broad shoulder.
You, on the other hand, just grin, catlike, and knead at what is in your hands. “What do you mean, what am I doing?” Come on, Genji, say it!
The ninja clears his throat and his hands drop from where they’ve shot up to his chest. “Why are you groping my ass?” his usually deep voice is squeaky and higher pitched than normal, turning even higher when you angle your hands so your fingers are teasing the seam of his crotch and inner thigh.
You giggle and purr at him, rolling your body and hips against him, rubbing all over him until Genji has to turn and hug you to pin your arms to your waist. “Master,” he narrows his eyes at you through the visor.
Snapping your teeth at him, you pull your arms out of his weak grasp and wrap it around so you can get back to playing with that bubble butt of his. “You know I love to hold your hand, right, kitty?”
You can almost see him roll his eyes, you certainly hear it though. “That’s not my hand, master,” he sighs but arches his back to push those fleshy globes further into your grasp anyway, secretly loving the feel of your expert touch.
“No it’s not,” you grin and kiss the underside of his jaw. “But today you just look too good from behind. I couldn’t resist.”
Finally deciding to play along, Genji pouts at you and nuzzles your cheek gently to avoid scratching you with the metal mask. “You mean I don’t look good from behind every day, master?”
Your nails dig into his ass and you hear his crystal clear whimper of pleasure. “Cheeky kitty.”
Prompt Masterlist
Don’t think I’m going to post the meme fills to my ao3 since they’re all pretty short. Still, for easy reading I’ve compiled all of them into this masterlist right here. They’re organised by fandom, then by character in alphabetical order.
Will try to update this masterlist whenever I can.
Current as of: 17/4/18
May I get “You look good while getting fucked, now smile for the camera” with young genji?
“I didn’t realise you were such a slut, my green dragon,” you purr and bounce on him, hands crawling along his lightly tanned, toned body until you encircle them around his neck.
He smirks up at you, disheveled green hair only mussing more when he tilts his head to press further into your grip. “Life is short and meaningless without the pleasures of the flesh,” he hisses and braces his legs so as to thrust up into you at your command. “And the pleasures of the flesh,” he continues with a moan when you press against the underside of his jaw, making him see stars even as he whispers out the rest of his sentence, “is nothing compared to the thrill of the forbidden.”
You laugh at the sweet yet odd poetry he spouts, your hips never ceasing their undulation even when he starts to grip your ass in an iron grip. He’s still gasping and purring from the constriction of your hands with a slack grin on his face, his cock throbbing inside you in tempo with the weak waves of the orgasm that suddenly sneaks up on you.
It is only when your mind clears slightly that you remember that you’re not exactly alone. You bare your teeth at him and you dig your nails into the sides of his unprotected neck, “And nothing is more forbidden than a son of the Shimada whoring himself out on camera, is there?”
He rumbles, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and mumbles, “Fuck yes.”
“You look so good being fucked,” you purr out, echoing a comment that you read off of a screen nearby. “Now smile for the camera.” Genji laughs breathlessly and cums at that moment, arching off the bed and letting his lips spread into a smile of ecstasy.
“Perfect.”
“Oh look at you being all flustered…I’m sorry, but you’re not allowed to cum for another week, at least.” with hanzo? Though I wouldn’t make it a week, I’m not that cruel, more of a gentle soul. Maybe a few hours or days :p
You’re kinder than me :p I’d probably do what the reader does in this fic *insert devil horns*
Chastity is something of a punishment for the both of you, you think as you ride Hanzo’s magnificent cock with a satisfied smile on your face. He doesn’t get to touch his cock, but neither do you, and that’s the best part of him aside from his hands and his mouth and his tongue and- well. You miss his cock, simple as that. Of course you let him out every night just to tease him for your sadistic amusement, but he doesn’t get the pleasure of your pussy except on the weekend.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this cock,” you moan and dig your nails into his chest as you rock your hips back and forth. “So perfect,” at your lustful groan he whimpers and tugs you down to his chest so he can kiss you with desperation dripping from his lips, “Made just for me.”
“Will you-” Hanzo licks his lips and clears his hoarse throat, “Will you let me cum tonight?”
The hope and desire in his eyes is intoxicating, the scrambling hands and hungry mouth on your body driving your pleasure to its tipping point. With a fulfilled cry, you orgasm and rut yourself against his cock to prolong your long awaited pinnacle, reveling in his tortured pleas as you slowly come to a halt.
“No! No no don’t stop-”
You slick your hair back and lift yourself off of him despite his iron grip, raising your hand to clamp down on his throat until he lets go. “Poor baby,” you coo without remorse as you watch him inch back from that blissful edge. He’s red in the face with frustration, his jaw stiff from clenching his teeth so tightly and the tendons in his neck are so pronounced as he watches you stroke his cock tenderly.
“Please?” he begs breathlessly in Japanese, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he spots you dragging over a bowl of iced water with your free hand.
“Nah uh,” you shake your head and tap his nose mockingly. “Look at you being all flustered.” Hanzo also starts to shake his head, although so does his body in a full-bodied tremble. “I’m sorry, but you’re allowed to cum for another week, at least,” your innocent grin is punctuated by his quiet sobs as you gently ice down his cock so you can fit it back into its cage.
“But-but it’s been a month!” A month since his last proper orgasm. A month of slowly driving himself insane with desire and want and you.
“Too bad. But since you’re so eager, let’s make that two weeks. How about it?”
“No, you’re not allowed to wear anything today. And no, I’m not closing the curtains.” with Gabriel Reyes please?
“No, you’re not allowed to wear anything today.”
Gabriel clenches his teeth as you throw his shirt into the hamper. Nipple clamps quickly takes the place of where the fabric used to be, biting down on his sensitive flesh when you pull on them. A soft gasp escapes his lips with the addition of small weights on the ends of the chains, his nipples stretching and burning as the weights pull them down.
“Not your pants, not your underwear.”
His sweats follow his shirt, revealing a decorative cock ring that only emphasises beautiful girth and shape. He blushes, dark skin flushing bright red when you twirl your finger for him to turn around. On instinct he bends over and spreads his cheeks wide open, feeling his well-used asshole wink at you. The humiliation of the position sends his heart aflutter and he immediately looks at the huge windows behind you.
You notice it and bite his cheek, flashing him the huge butt plug in your other hand even as you quip, “And no, I’m not closing the curtains.”
He gulps, trembles as you rub his hole and slide two fingers in from the start.
“My perfect slut,” you whisper and tease the rim with the cold plug. “Open up~” the glass easily slides into him with the aid of a copious amount of lube and Gabriel can’t help but let out a moan so whorish it makes his blood rush to his cheeks again. He whimpers as he stretches over the widest part, then moans when he slides closed around the neck of it, leaving the hooked base of the plug pressing against his perineum.
“So pretty,” you kiss his heated cheek gently, then you slap his ass to hear his choked grunt. “Now back to work.”
“Yes, master,” he croaks and lets his weak knees buckle under him.
Anyone requested Hanzo in 6?
Who knew that Hanzo would look so good in a sweater. Of course, it’s a sweater with an open back. Anything that reveals his archery trained shoulders would make him look good.
“I should make you wear this every day,” you moan into his ear as you scratch lines down his back. Hanzo whimpers back at you, his own hands clenching into fists by your head as he rocks back and forth to fuck you as best he can with a dildo spearing his ass.
“Th-then,” a gulp and he clears his throat shakily, “I won’t be able to leave your quart-ah!” He yelps as the dick in his ass hits his prostate head on, causing him to rut against you and the dildo feverishly until you tug his hair to get his attention.
You smirk and kiss him gently, clamping down on him hard in a juxtaposition that makes Hanzo swear softly. “That’s the point,” you answer him, gliding your palm from his marked up back over his painted shoulder and to his exposed pectorals which you grope generously. “Wouldn’t you like that? Being at home, waiting for me like a good boy with all your bits exposed, ready for me to play with anytime I want?”
Hanzo wheezes at the fantasy you put to him, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his immediate desire to nod and say that’s what he wants too. But you know him too well and you tug and tug at the sweater until it’s deformed and hanging off his frame like a stretched piece of knitted wool. “So pretty,” you coo into his ear as he picks up his pace again, urged by your tightening legs. “Such a pretty toy.”
Hanzo with smut meme #27?
The new Overwatch is very different from the old organisation, you think, watching as Winston and Lena usher everyone onto the beach. It’ll be fun, they said. It’ll be nice to see what kind of bathing suits everyone wears, Hana said. It’ll be nice to have the rest of the young agents bothering someone other than you, you said.
And Hanzo really doesn’t want to wear a swimsuit of any kind, he said. Too bad, literally everyone said, and convinced McCree and Genji to force the archer into something.
Now you just expect him to turn up in a pair of cutoff shorts or swim trunks or something, but apparently your dragon isn’t that lucky. He skulks over to you with his head down between his shoulders, trying to hide his bare legs behind you as the rest of the team charges ahead onto the pristine sands.
You laugh and snap the elastic band of his speedos and grope his ass, “My my, your brother has taste.”
Hanzo snarls at you in a disgruntled fashion, “This does not cover anything!” He snatches your wrap and knots it around his waist.
Unwilling to be deterred, you grin and lock your arm around his neck to drag him off to a building – changing rooms from the look of it. He sputters when you push him into a cubicle and rip the fabric away from him, revealing his impressive bulge and well built thighs. The cut of the speedo is flattering to his muscled physique, allowing his adonis belt to draw attention to his growing erection.
He blushes at your inspection but does not cover himself, just as you trained him, and instead falls into a parade rest. Bowing his head, Hanzo clears his throat nervously, “Do I not look ridiculous?”
A grope at his ass, a squeeze of his now half hard cock, and you grin lecherously at him, “Not at all.”
Can I get Genji and 9 Please?
“You don’t mind if I take some photos of you like this, do you, kitty?” you tease him as your camera goes off.
Genji gurgles in response, though you think it’s more because of the dildo fucking his ass than anything you said. You sit astride his hips, enjoying the feel of his half hard cock spasming within you with every thrust of the machine. The twin sensations make Genji arch his back and strain against his binds with a cry, tears and drool dampening his face and the pillow under his head.
A giggle escapes your lips at the blissed out expression on his face, knowing that no one else would see this side of him. Not this side of him that is so happy to have their mouth jammed open with a spider gag, to be fucked to the point where he can’t articulate a single word. This is the side of him that only uses his bedroom eyes to beg for mercy, this side of him that readily degrades himself for your pleasure and amusement.
His tongue rolls out of his mouth at a particular thrust of the dildo in his ass, mild gags and coughs the only sounds emanating from him as he tries to swallow his saliva so he can breathe. It makes you smile, the confusion and hazy desire in his eyes, and you snap another photo.
“Now trace the alphabet in the air for me, will you?”
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