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The Imperial Soldier – MexicanCarolina – Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

mexicancarolina:

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Genji Shimada/Reader, Genji Shimada & Reader, Genji Shimada/You
Characters: Genji Shimada, Angela “Mercy” Ziegler, Ana Amari, Lena “Tracer” Oxton, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Hanzo Shimada, Sojiro Shimada, Moira O’Deorain
Additional Tags: Female Reader, Alternate Universe – Historical, World War I, Slow Burn, Telegrams, Nurses, Nurse!Reader, Blood and Injury
Summary:

1917. You are a young nurse that takes care of the soldiers from the Triple Entente that are stationed in safe areas during World War I. You see soldiers come and go by as they recover or die, but destiny as it is, ties you to a soldier from The Imperial Japanese Army after finding he snuck inside the hospital in the middle of the night.
(There are some historical unconformities, but I’m trying my best)

The Imperial Soldier – MexicanCarolina – Overwatch (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Day 5 – Feet

Well, being stepped on.

Amelie mock gasped. “Did that sting?”

Yes, it did. The black, sandal heel on the bottom of her foot felt like a gouge into your soft skin. Soft, from her buttering your skin with lotion and salves after the last session.

She had just one shoe on the middle of your back and pressed it down once. Testing. You lay on the floor, of course. Only the floor was fitting for such a naughty girl. You dug your fingernails into the carpet at the heel cutting gently into your skin.

Amelie put her weight on her foot to left the other off the floor. You groaned quietly, some of the air being pushed out of your lungs. You could still breath easily, however. The toe of the strappy heel hovered delicately in the air. The sniper’s side curved inward prettily, stopped at her waist, and flared out in shape of her hips. She held all these parts perfectly still and graceful, as if mid-step in a dance.

She didn’t lift her arms above her head, though. She stared, unblinking and uncaring down at your naked body with her yellow eyes. You, the naughty one, in sharp pain.

Not that she cared. And that’s what made your clit pulse. You wouldn’t have minded if she pushed the toe of her shoe into your pussy, but she wouldn’t. The shoes cost too much, she said.

“I don’t know why you enjoy this. I suppose that makes you more pathetic,” she said with a deceptively pleased lilt.

She wasn’t pleased; she was amused. A tiny smile curved her lips. It was something you lived to see, because it was so rare. But you couldn’t see it right now. Still, were high on being beneath her feet. At your countess’s mercy.

Amelie muttered to herself in French, purposefully so you couldn’t understand, disappointment dragging her tone down. Suddenly, she lowered the other shoe onto your back. She towered, rigid-backed, over your prone form, claiming you anew after your transgression. She lifted the glass of wine into the air before her, swirling the liquid. She ignored your presence to sniff the aroma that met her delicate little nose. Treated like the dirt on the floor you were, your thoughts trailed off pleasantly.

Amelie rocked back on her heels, making them cut into you again. They were going to leave red marks in your skin, and you loved that. Because she was going to smooth lotion on your back after, with as much love as she could muster in her cold hands. She purred to you praising words while she did so. It was amazing how caring she could be, for a literal cold-blooded killer.

Could I ask for something fluffy with alpha reaper being protective over his pregnant omega? If you don’t mind!

a-b-overwatch:

“Meat and potatoes today~ It’s gonna be a good day~!” You giggled softly and shifted your bag on your shoulder, continuing to hum the silly tune under your breath.

“Aren’t you adorable.”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” Turning your shining eyes to the tall, dark figure beside you, you gave him your signature bright smile and linked your fingers with his.

“Damn right I wouldn’t.” Gabriel’s eyes crinkled at the corners in the way that you knew so well, and you knew that he was smiling beneath the cotton mask that hid the eroded flesh of his cheek.

“But are you sure you don’t want me to help with the groceries, sweetie? We bought a lot of stuff today.” You glanced down and fixed the numerous grocery bags with a determined look in your eye, brows furrowing the longer you stared at it.

“No, no.” Gabriel cut off your train of thought before it could leave the station, giving your hand a little squeeze. “It’s nothing your alpha can’t handle, mi alma. I don’t want the both of you,” He took this moment to glance at the swell of your belly, a tender glimmer in his crimson eyes. “to strain yourselves.”

“Aww, pleeease? Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t help!” You gave him a pout and your best puppy eyes, tugging lightly on his arm.

Gabriel threw his head back and laughed, the rich sound warming you from your head to your toes and prompting a smile of your own. Pulling his hand away to wrap an arm around you, he nuzzled your cheek and let out a little huff.

“It’s alright,
cariño,” he murmured. “As your alpha and your mate, it’s my job to protect you.”

Kinktober Day 1 – Inflation

I had been writing this before, and I figured I’d finish it and have it count for two days since it’s long.

A cold, leather-clad hand shook your jaw.

“Wake up.”

You blinked slowly, coming to. The wheels inside your head were starting to turn as the gravelly voice kept talking.

“I get the job of warming you up,” Reaper said. “I volunteered for this, you know.”

Reaper’s white mask loomed over you in the dimly-lit room. Then you remembered. You and Genji had been captured by Talon on your scouting mission. There wasn’t supposed to be as many soldiers as there were, and Reaper certainly wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Wha-”

Reaper wasted no time applying his gloved palm to your throat to stop you from talking or screaming. You thrashed against the leather cuffs holding you to the exam table, but all you got was were aches at your wrists and ankles and probably some bruises for your trouble. Reaper, meanwhile, was palming one of your breasts with his large hand. The claws were too cold for comfort.

“I’m a good lover. I know what the ladies like.”

Reaper was laughing at you with these words. He palmed your other breast, keeping a hold on your throat. Your chest heaved to meet his touch as you tried to take in more air.

“See?” He chuckled.

He made a mockery of foreplay, tickling down your stomach with dancing, dull claws next. Goosebumps went up your arms at the chilling touches. You strained once more when he got closer to his goal and playfully tugged on some of your pubic hair.

He laughed again.

“I love it when they struggle,” he purred. “You’re making this fun.”

His eyes flashed red at you in glee through his mask as he loomed over you. You, his toy for the moment.

“I’m a gentleman,” he said, bringing his free hand up behind his mask. He took a claw in his teeth and tugged the glove off. You felt vomit rising in your throat at his twistedness.

His pale hand, also a kind of mockery of the honey brown it used to be, dove between your thighs.

“Maybe…you like this?”

He pinched your clit hard, and your eyes scrunched in pain. Too much.

“I’m also a good observer. Maybe this?”

Two of Reaper’s fingers rubbed at your clit, gently jostling the fleshy nub back and forth. Your cunt clenched below.

“I’m being inconsiderate, sorry.”

He switched to rubbing you with a thumb, and the two fingers dove deeper and found your cunt.  Considerate as he claimed he was, he forced a single finger in dry. Then the second. You stared at the ceiling, trying to mentally check out.

Reaper didn’t like his toy not participating. He increased the weight on your throat, while increasing the stimulation to your clit. You panicked, sucking at air. Your consciousness faded somewhat, replaced by a rush. Next thing you knew, you were clenching around Reaper’s fingers. He chuckled quietly, pleased.

“Let’s do that again.”

Those words put dread in you.

Reaper choked you again and again. By now, you were making a mess around his knuckles. Your pussy welcomed him inside by loosening up. He kept saying, “You’re lucky I’m not allowed to fuck you myself,” which was confusing and a small consolation.

The repeated choking robbed you of your ability to think too hard. You forgot you needed rescue. It was just you, Reaper’s thick fingers, and his hand on your throat. Each orgasm was a nice little vacation from the soreness of being played with for far too long.

In the haze, you thought you saw Reaper jerking himself off with an arm stuttering below your view. You certainly heard his belt jingle.

After you had stopped struggling for a while, Reaper got bored. He moved on to what he was supposed to be doing. He said something about Shimada women married into the family manifesting a temporary dragon guardian to protect them while pregnant with a blood Shimada. It should have registered with you as an important detail, as you had been here to scout out where they were holding the captured Genji, but you could barely focus. You heard “dragon” and “pregnant”, that’s about it.

Reaper disappeared from sight to grab something. He held up a thick syringe, filled with white fluid. He tapped the needle with a claw. With his bare hand, he inserted a finger into you, holding you open to allow the syringe to push in without sticking into your inner walls. You didn’t know what was going on until room-temperature liquid starting filling your womb. He didn’t stop pushing the plunger until your lower stomach started to balloon outward. The constraints stopped you from touching the bulge. It pressed down on your bladder.

“There. Moira said that should be enough.”

You heard a hint of amusement in his voice.

“You probably want to pee after all that. We have to keep you healthy,” he sneered.

He freed you, pulled you off the table, and lead you to a nearby bathroom with a hand to your shoulder. In a daze, you let him. Just moved your feet. It was awful that Reaper watched you go, but you managed it. Under his gaze, you were afraid even to inspect your stomach with your fingers. It still bulged with Genji’s cum. Peeing relieved on a little of the pressure.

“C’mon,” Reaper growled when you hesitated to wipe.

It was humiliating, being led through the hallway again, naked. You couldn’t see the eyes of the cronies you passed by, but their helmets turned in your direction.

He stopped you in front of a door, and it led to a small room. It had a simple bed and a desk, like some kind of jail cell. He pulled you into the room, with you going willingly. He took a pair of handcuffs out from underneath his coat. You were cuffed to the wooden leg of the bed.

“Kinky, huh?” Reaper said, referring to the handcuffs. “I’ll come by later for more fun.”

You didn’t want more fun. You wanted a bath. And you wanted to know why the fluid–probably Genji’s semen now that you thought about it–wasn’t leaking out. You were stewing in your thoughts while Reaper left and locked the door from the outside.

You were still stewing when a voice spoke to you. It echoed gently in your mind.

You whipped around and back, searching for the voice.

Down here.

You tentatively looked down, not sure what to expect after all the bad treatment you had just endured. There perched an ethereal snake-like creature on your thighs. It had short legs and a proud head, unlike a snake. Its body had a natural curl, and you saw a pair of tiny nostrils on the end of its long snout. It glowed yellow, casting its light on your face.

You heaved a breath, and exhaled, realizing that Talon’s experiment worked. You shuddered at the thought of an army of female Talon soldiers, all with dragons. You just stared down at the creature, not sure what to say or do. It crawled closer, resting its front paws on your bulging lower stomach.

You don’t want to remain handcuffed to that bedpost, do you?

You shook your head in surprise. What?

“No.”

I am in your head. You don’t need to speak out loud. This is why I know your current predicament.

Your face twisted into utter confusion. The spirit dragon had to explain that its kind was born ready to defend their mistresses, or else not many would survive, before you would stop staring at it dumbly.

It is logical, it insisted.

It dove into your body, disappearing.

“What the fuh-”

Hush and listen.

You sat still, waiting.

Pull on the handcuffs.

You frowned.

Just listen to me.

You tugged gently, expecting nothing. However, the wood creaked. Spurred on, you tugged again, and the wood splintered.

With your handcuffs freed from the bed, you had a new issue: the handcuffs themselves.

You stared at the chain between them. /Should I…?/

Try it, the dragon said.

You wrapped your fingers around the chain and started to pull. You pulled as hard as you could, not expecting much but metal to cut into your fingers. Instead, the chain snapped, and you fell backwards onto the floor.

Now that you see the strength you possess, you must not hesitate, or it could mean your life.

You still had doubts, but the dragon was making sense now. It helped you force open the door. There were no guards outside. Strange that they didn’t think you were worth it. They had made a mistake.

You wandered out into the hallway, planning to find Genji and see if you could use your newfound strength to rescue both of you. It felt like a fool’s hope, but crazier things had happened to you today.

You stared down the hallway. Where do we go?

That is up to you. But I do sense one of my brethren back the way you came.

You did not like the idea of returning to the part of the base where Reaper did what he did to you. But it made sense that other medical rooms would be grouped together, and that Genji would be in one of them.

A patrol did come by. Normally, you would have no chance against them. With the dragon helping you, you overpowered them with the element of surprise alone. You knocked them to the floor, and they struggled to get up.

Hit them harder, the dragon told you when you hesitated.

The guards didn’t get up after that. The incapacitated guards let you wander the halls with less fear.

You used your training to avoid more pairs of guards. That much you could do. The dragon remained silent. You really thought you would get lost and needed some help. A map or something. Pretty soon, though, you came to some hallways that, unfortunately, looked familiar.

A game of hot and cold with your dragon sensing Genji’s dragon, and you found the door that let to where Genji was being held. You forced the door open like before, and there he lay, on an exam table. The proud, slick ninja out cold like a coma patient.

Genji was unconscious, probably so he wouldn’t make any noise. No gag was in his mouth. A tube connected to a hidden slot in the side the of his abdomen. You recognized it from some of the worse-off agents in the med-wing before. It supplied all the nutrients and water needed if your face was so banged up, that even a feeding tube was inadvisable. Except this time, they were using it to minimize excretions from Genji’s body. Lower down, there was a mechanical dildo thrusting in and out of his ass, most likely stimulating his prostate.

Wow, Moira, you thought to yourself.

That made the fleshlight milking his cock look almost humane in comparison. Another tube led out of that, serving as both a catheter and also a collector for sperm.

You grabbed handfuls of your hair, not sure where to start first. You needed to get Genji out of this situation. You could find the release for the metal constraints easy enough. You’d used those before. But as for the medical stuff…you were less experienced.

Thankfully for you, Moira was arrogant and, therefore, careless. You found the program controlling the other contraptions still open and waiting for input on a nearby panel. You accidentally woke Genji up first.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic!” you told him.

He was calmer than you expected. He whined quietly instead of yelling, but still writhed from the outright pain and soreness in various parts of his body.

“Wait! I’ll figure this out…” you said, turning your attention back to the console.

The program would only stop the devices from moving, and you had to pull them fully from Genji’s body yourself.

“Okay, here we go…”

You removed the tube from his abdomen no problem. Then you went to the mechanical toy in his ass. Genji’s hands flew up to cover his bare face.

“Just…do it,” he said, voice shaking.

You pulled on it steadily, not as slowly as you would have liked. You didn’t have that much time. The pained noise he made was difficult to hear, but the fleshlight needed to be done next.

You grimaced at the red, mottled flesh under it, clearly having been worked beyond Genji’s comfort. The length itself contracted, evidently Genji was a grower. He hissed as it did so. It was quite painful. He rolled over awkwardly to put his feet down and promptly clattered to the floor, his body making an awful racket.

“Oh, no,” you said to yourself quietly. He couldn’t walk.

Hey, hey. I need your help with this. Think we can lift this guy together? you thought at the dragon.

You already have my strength, it answered.

That was enough for you.

ok but like what if the reason genji rebelled a lot was bc he had a girl that he had been friends with since he was little and started to get a huge crush on but found out her and sojiro were secretly having sex and he just can’t believe his dad betrayed him like that so he goes and does whatever he can to piss off his dad, especially when he hears they’re dating and she might become his new wife? and then he hears ppl talk about sojiro and her maybe having a baby and he completely loses it

1800areyouslapping:

What is one day while Sojiro’s away Genji sneaks into their room (she’s moved in!) while she’s sleeping and hates fucks her. Or he has her join him for some tea or drinks under the guise of reconciliation, but Genji either drugs her drink and uses her while she’s asleep knowing she’s off the pill, or he gets her so drunk that she’s convinced or too inebriated to fight him off. He fucks her all night with the full intention of getting her pregnant with his baby before his father can get her pregnant with his own.   

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.

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

thegenjicorner:

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.