Day 22 – Cuckolding

Genji can be so serious sometimes. One moment, playful to the point of annoyance, but as soon as it was time to train, he was too busy for you. He put his foot down, even in your time of need. It was just sex, he pointed out. Ironic for him to be saying so. You held fast to his leg as he tried to leave, you being dragged along the carpet as he walked.

“I must be ovulating or something, c’mon! Don’t leave me here with just my toys!” you pleaded.

“Anyone who calls themselves my love can do without me for a small time,” he teased.

You whimpered and whined, and he still left, walking out the door saying, “Jesse’s free.”

You sat up, your interest piqued.

He was attractive enough, in his rough-and-tumble way. He was polite enough, in all the times you interacted with him. It was enough to light the fire, and you approached him with your problem. He could solve it, with a whole pack of condoms.

Jesse was single right now, and so he grinned at the chance. You shed your confining clothes, to his impressed whistle. Next, he tried to initiate some foreplay. The tickle of his facial hair and his hot, roaming hands just made you want to scream for him to get on with it. Your thighs gripped him tight, drawing him in, and he had to pry you off to get room to penetrate you.

“You sure Genji won’ mind us goin’ again?”

“He’s a big boy. He’ll be fine,” you grabbed the top of his mussed hair and pulled him closer. “Let’s go! Don’t stop until I say.”

The slick mess that your sex was, his cock slid right in from behind. The previous rounds had you stretched perfectly for his thickness to fit. You melted back down onto the bed in relief. You weren’t complete without something stuffed in there.

“You’re insatiable, eh?” he asked, pulling his hips back to set a slow pace.

You meet his suffocatingly lustful gaze with as blank of a look as you can manage. You didn’t come here to flirt.

“You’ll do,” you replied, lying back down.

“Aww, c’mon. I know you thought about me before now. Maybe when the ninja’s dickin’ you down, a few thoughts a’ me sneak in there….?”

The amount that Jesse talked, it was exhausting. But your cunt was a ravenous mistress and the cowboy was tasty enough.

“Wouldja look at me,” he drawled, “reduced to a fucktoy.”

“You don’t sound unhappy about that.”

He snorted. “Maybe I’m into it.”

You closed your eyes and let soft pants out of your mouth. Jesse’s hips made equally soft slaps against your rear.

“That was just a trot, Honey,” he purred. “Are you ready for a gallop?”

You burst out laughing and swung an arm behind to give him a smack.

“Don’t ruin it with your cowboy jokes! And yes, fuck me harder.”

With a hand gripping your hip, he fucked into you faster. You arched your hips back, offering your cunt up for him to pound.

“Fuck, you need this don’t you?”

You can’t find the word to retort, so he continues.

“Speechless, this time? My cock fucked the words outta you?”

Maybe. You don’t care to correct him. The sound of your bodies colliding is shameful, and you live for it. It’s the right stuff to have the pressure building for another peak. Jesse continues to ramble with his dirty talk. All of the stimuli blends together near the home stretch, and he keeps going like you told him.

You reach back to squeeze his thigh, and squeak out, “Harder!”

He finds it in him to do so, still bragging to no one. It’s enough to end it, and you shout as he fucks you through it.

He’s puffing on a fresh cigarillo while you’re trying to pull your senses together.

“Again?” he asks.

“I thought you were nervous.”

“Being killed for good pussy isn’t the worst way to go.”

Day 21 – Food Play

Hanzo had to have a few drinks before he felt comfortable enough to do this, but he did it! He was proud and yet embarrassed.

You arrived home to find Hanzo with that blush across his cheeks when he was doing something out of his comfort zone for you. It was somehow adorable and alluring at the same time. He wore the blush because he stripped naked, decorated himself like a dessert, and lay in wait for you. Hanzo was not one to do things half-assed and drew what he thought was a pretty good one-piece swimsuit up along the front of his body with the can of cream. On his nipples, he dropped cherries. Then he sprinkled shaved chocolate all over the whole thing and lay down on the table like a man-sized dessert.

You couldn’t believe your wide eyes. Your feet walked you towards the table, your hands covering your mouth. You always told Hanzo that he looked good enough to eat, with his smooth and perfect skin. With the soft rise and fall of his carefully trained muscles.

Now, with him only in boxer briefs, it was clear he expected some naughty times, but you leapt onto the table without taking anything off.

“Oh, god…”

You breathed the words like a prayer to the heavens and straddled Hanzo’s hips. You sat your sex right on his crotch, so you felt any movement as it happened.

Your appetite got the better of you, and you licked a path up the whipped cream, gulping the rich and sweet topping as you went. You wiped your mouth off, licking the excess off your hand. Hanzo quirked a brow at your poor table manners.

“You’re as voracious as ever,” he observed.

“You’re the one who left yourself on display.”

You had to know if he enjoyed the warm tickle of your tongue up his body. Swallowing the cherry, you dove down to one of his pecs, seeking his nipple. You found it under the pile of melting whipped cream, sweet and pert. A hard nub, which you sucked on, hard, right away.

Hanzo cock stirred against your sex, a hardening lump pressing upward. You ground down, encouraging. A glance up to his face told you it was working. His severe, brown eyes were unfocusing, and his black eyebrows drifted upwards.

For a man like Hanzo and all his cleanliness, he was begging to be messed up with that pretty face of his. Crawling forward, you gave him a big, sloppy kiss. You pulled back to admire your handiwork. The thick muscle of Hanzo’s tongue wiped the whipped you smeared around his lips.

“Taste good?” you asked.

“Mmm,” he confirmed.

You hummed. “I’m hungry for something else…”

You backed off, because you felt Hanzo was near full hardness and needed to suck on it.

“An appetizer, perhaps…?” he offered.

“Nice one,” you said patting his thigh and praising his attempt at a joke. Next, you sighed happily, peeling down his boxer briefs to let his cock free. “You know I like unwrapping you like a present.”

His cock was as fat as his muscular tits, and you enjoyed swallowing it down. His hips jumped off the table, and you with him, hanging on and still sucking. His hands, which lay trained to his sides until now, gripped the edges of the table. You suck and suck, until you swallowed a more bitter and salty cream. Then you returned to licking Hanzo’s body to cancel it out.

Day 20 – Hot Dogging w/ Dirty Talk

“Up, Baby, up!” you ordered, tapping the underside of Reinhardt’s butt cheek.

He corrected the position of his rear, it rising higher in the air. You could see from behind that his enormous package hung between his legs. A good boy keeps his cock on display for his mistress. You grasped your strapon and stroked it, as if you could feel it. Your hand was between his thighs then, tugging on his cock and his balls, like you were milking a cow. You didn’t want any milk from this cock just yet. Not yet. You didn’t put his dick away in a cage for two weeks just to let him cum without some fun on the way.

“Such a good man,” you praised. “Not once did you touch yourself, hmm?”

“No, Mistress,” he was quick to answer. He lived for the purr of your voice when you were pleased with him.

“I just love hearing you say that.” Your voice was seductively-fragranced honey in his ear. “Call me that again.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

He grunted softly at each touch, especially to his cock. You barely got your hand around the whole thing, but he felt it all the same. His white hair stuck out in all directions in cute little spikes. His good eye was glazed and lips parted. You held complete sway over this man, twice your size…or more. His meaty ass looked so juicy, you just had to slide the strapon between them. It was perfect, how it fit between the two little mountains of muscle. You moved your hips up and down, admiring the lovely slide.

“What if I just did this to you, My Pet? Maybe you don’t need to cum tonight.”

The poor, neglected man could not stand the teasing. He backed up into the dildo, whining–as much as his deep voice really could. “Mistress, please. Have pity,” he begged, the last two words he forced from his lungs. Like a dying man, needing your cock pounding his ass to continue living.

Your firm hand bounced off his left cheek. His cock jumped at the slapping sound.

“This is your last warning before I put my dick away, and you get none,” you said.

“How could you be so cruel?” he whispered, almost to himself.

This was the good stuff, that tortured plea. Seeing the formidable, honourable, man hunched and prostrate as much as his frame would allow. He may be trying to convince you to give him some slack, but it made you just want to turn it up a notch just to see what would happen.

You stood up on your knees and draped your body on his back. You growled in your throat, revelling in the warmth of his body and the pretty scars that cut across his back. Evidence of his eager participation in honourable battles. The strapon was still between his cheeks, but this time pointed downward. You made humping-movements, the head of the dildo sliding downward and poking his scrotum. Still teasing.

Reinhardt whimpered, feeling it was going to be a long night.

Day 19 – Cock-Warming

You were the kind of tired, yet horny, where you wanted some dick, but didn’t want to go through the whole activity of sex. Genji couldn’t resist you wanting his dick, either. He was supposed to be meditating. It was important that he keep up the habit.

Some begging with your eyes, and Genji easily relented. He acted like he was doing you a favour, but you know he’d love you to keep his cock warm. He sat you on his lap, with your back on a pile of pillows. His legs crossed beneath your butt.

You lay back with your legs open. Genji’s cocked was tucked inside, joined to your love at your most intimate parts. By all appearances, you were ready to get fucked, but you lacked the energy. He inched his seat back and forth, getting comfortable. You let out a pleased moan at the gentle tugging at your entrance.

“You have to be a good girl,” he said, waving the two fingers sprouting from his fist at you. “Don’t move.”

You could hear it in his voice that he knew you wouldn’t keep still, and that it was funny already to him. Just having his thickness inside you, pushing your walls outward, filling you up, it was building the heat down inside for you. You needed just a little movement. Just a little, but you didn’t dare even wiggle in case Genji took away his cock. Your inner muscles squeezed his cock almost of their own accord.

“Ah,” Genji scolded, opening an eye.

As if he wasn’t enjoying it, too. You squeezed him again just to be contrary.

Genji gazed down at you, in your defiant and horny state. “I can see this was not going to work.”

He put a hand to your stomach and pulled his half-hard cock out. Too quickly, to your protesting cry of his name. It didn’t hurt, but you felt like you’d been revved like a lawnmower.

“Sorry,” he murmured. He put both hands on you. “Just let me,” he maneuvered you onto your side and lay behind you, “move you….”

You lay there, waiting for him to figure himself out. He lifted your leg and thrusted his cock into your cunt with several movements. It was stiff enough for him to work it in. You whined, arching against him, getting the stimulation you wanted.

“Don’t get too excited.”

Genji closed an arm around your body and pulled you closer. His breath warmed your neck. You were snug and safe in your love’s arms, but teased by his stillness.

“But, Baby,” you whined.

“Sleep,” he told you.

Fine, you thought, but not really annoyed.

You both went quiet. You amused yourself by squeezed down on his cock and feeling its hardness fluctuate within you. You did this for a while, humming to yourself. Genji was enjoying himself, the gentle hugging of your sex around his cock. But every time he started dropping to sleep, you jarred him awake.

“Let me sleep!” Genji suddenly groaned.

Day 18 – Role Reversal

Usually, Hanzo would be the one who was getting you out of trouble. An arrow usually sprouted from your foe’s neck just before he fatally shot you. Then Hanzo would scold you for letting it get that bad.

Him being an Overwatch agent was a thorn in your side, but at least you were alive. You never thanked him in the moment–did he fucking deserve it with that attitude?!–but you were later. When you drifted to sleep, thankful you could sleep.

This time, someone else’s arrow ironically found itself buried in Hanzo’s side. The way it jutted out, and the blood flowing out of the wound, was alarming. You remembered your first aid and bandaged around the arrow, not pulling it out.

Hanzo lay on the ground. What you gave him for the pain knocked him out. He wailed quietly whenever something you did hurt, but he was quiet mostly.

Maybe it was the blood loss, because suddenly Hanzo flew up into a sitting position like a puppet brought to life. He cried out indignantly, angry that he was in pain and not knowing why or remembering.

“Knock it off!” you loudly whispered.

You forced him down by the shoulders. He was weak enough at the moment that you could. God knows the man was stronger than you. He couldn’t be making a fuss right now, when enemies could be around the corner. Pulsefire could be heard in the distance. Far enough away that you weren’t worried. /If/ he stayed quiet.

Maybe he had a bad reaction to the pain medication, because he refused to stay down. His hands batted at you, trying to keep you off him. He mumbled angrily. It was maddening. He knew better. If only he was in the right mind.

Eventually, you lost your temper and climbed on top of him to use your weight to your advantage. Hanzo took your hand clamped down on his mouth as the right time to wrestle.

Really, it wasn’t.

He grappled with you, his hand on your wrist and another around your waist. He was trying to flip the both of you, but he was weaker for the moment. He a very rude thing next. He bit your hand.

“Ow!” you cried out and sat back.

Right onto his raging erection. As if this couldn’t get any more ridiculous.

He took advantage of your surprise and did flip you this time. He pinned your hips down with his bulge against your sex. By the look in his eyes, he was far away, taken there was by lust. But this was not the time.

“No!” you shouted, abandoning caution.

A rapist, Hanzo was not. He looked kicked in the puppy. Then he flopped down next to you onto his back.

“Why?” he asked weakly.

You face-palmed, wishing rescue would hurry up.

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.

Day 15 – Human Furniture

Your human footstool, Hanzo Shimada, was getting miffed after a half hour of serving you. He kept still, but he trembled with indignance. You smiled.

“We’re not done.”

“Have pity on your elder,” he muttered.

You scoffed. That was pretty much whining for him. You wished you could see the indignance on his face under his loose hair. It shined orange in the light of the fireplace beyond his bent figure. It was just a bit messy, so like him to have hair that was never truly messy.

“You’re not that old,” you said, tapping your heel.

His back felt hard. Your poor pet was stressed, as usual. His muscles were tense all along his back. So when you dug your heels into the firm flesh between his ribs, he moaned. He closed his mouth, and you kept rubbing at his back. He hummed deeply over and over, his head sagging. His body gently rocked with your efforts until your thighs got tired.

Hanzo was considerably more relaxed by the time you were done. You took your feet off his back, and he made the softest of grunts.

“What’s wrong, My Dragon,” you cooed.

You felt down his side with your toes, then underneath to his chest. He hummed when you got his nipple.

“Do you like that?”

He grunted again. You took his stiff nipple between your big toe and second toe.

“Say it.”

“I like it.” He said it quicker this time.

You gave him the merest of tugs. He rewarded you with a deep keen. It was then that you noticed his thick erection, filled out and waiting.

“Roll over.”

He did so, his stomach rising and falling with deep breaths. You put the bottom of your feet to his stomach just to feel the softness before moving on.

“Good boy.”

You put your feet to his cock. Rubbed them up and down his shaft. You watched his face as you did so. His expression betrayed him.

“Do you want me to not stop?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said, his hot, sensitive flesh bobbing between the sides of your feet.

“Then say it.”

He stubbornly puffed under the stimulation of your soft soles.

“Say it!”

“Don’t…don’t stop,” he said, the last word coming out broken.

Day 14 – Asphyxiation

You needed something, and you knew you could get it from Genji. You drew him to your room. He thought you needed a quick fuck, to blow off steam, like he did.

The Blackwatch agent, and ninja, was really getting into it when you pulled his hands to your neck. He searched your eyes for confirmation, his eyes flitting between them. You stared back, hard, and wrapped your legs around his waist. He bit his lip, returned the glare, and squeezed with his human hand. Your lips parted reflexively as you drew in more air to keep it flowing. His pace, momentarily slowed, picked up again. The bed resumed rocking, and together with the heavy breathing, made a kind of lewd music setting the mood.

“I didn’t realize you were into this,” he said. “You don’t look the type.”

You nodded, the movement partially hindered by his grip.

Hips slammed into your rear, stinging slaps and the clacks of Genji’s wires against his upper back. He growled, and slammed against you harder, pushing you an inch across the bed with each thrust. His fingers closed tighter around your neck, just like you wanted. You were going to get just what you wanted. To go out yelling, “fuck,” on the end of his dick.

Your mouth opened wide, gasping for air and Genji’s cock pushing pants from your lungs. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth. Genji smirked and leaned down to suck on your tongue, his soft lips pulling on the slick muscle. Then he sat back again. Sweat pooled between you on the bed, soaking the sheets. His fingers slipped against your flesh with it, his grip weakening.

Your hand flew up to hold it in place.

“Harder,” you rasped.

Your voice didn’t sound like yours. Another’s voice asked for him to choke the life out of you. Genji’s eyes hardened. When before you could see the intoxicating lust in them, now they were blank. He boarded the windows to his soul, the look he wore just before a kill.

His fingers and thumb pressed harder into the sides of your neck. Your vision shrank, the edges closing in, darkening. In the back of your mind, Genji kept thrusting deep into you. He was a muddle of blurry shapes. Your lips twitched, feeble attempts to ask him not to stop. You used all your remaining strength to hold his hand in place around your neck. The five-fingered anchor sinking you down into the oblivion that beckoned.

You finally seized against the bed. Genji let his eyes roll back, revelling in that he could still satisfy someone, even with this body. He got his release, and you got yours, your soul leaving your body.

He searched your eyes again. He found nothing and began shaking your body in a panic. Still no response, so he shook harder. He yelled for help, fat tears streamed down his cheeks.

Day 13 – Gags

This one wouldn’t stop, so I had to cut it off awkwardly, or it’d be a full fic. Gotta save some energy for tomorrow!

You did not appreciate being gagged. And with one of your own scarves, too. It was easy to forget that Hanzo was creative like that. Devilish, like his brother. He wore a faint smile as he left you there, but it was obnoxious enough to you.

You didn’t mind being tied to the chair. Arms bound behind you, and your ankles bound to the chair legs. It was not being able to speak your wants that frustrated you.

Genji started the sweet torture first. His cool fingers tickled up your sides. He traced invisible shapes from your middle to your chest with his fingertips, pointedly avoiding your breasts. Made them faintly ache to be touched, too. Then he left.

Jesse came by next. He stood with disinterest in his posture and on his face. He went through half a cigarillo, just admiring your needy expression from afar. Too far. His body was hot compared to Genji, and you needed the heat. He didn’t touch you. Oh, he touched himself, though. He put one boot on the chair next to your knee and jerked his thick cock in your face, not letting you touch. He watched you watch his hand, him pumping himself rough and fast, showing you what you weren’t getting. He wiped his cum off on you with one sloppy swipe on your stomach.

That pissed you off, and you glared and struggled. He chuckled, his eyes crinkling, and left, too.

Genji came back, this time with a vibrator. You watched him warily. He slipped it inside your cunt, which had begun to stain the chair with a small patch of slick. He held the vibrator against your front walls and turned it on to a high setting, making you jerk and arch. You rode the stimulation with rolling hips. The vibrator stopped just before you came.

You screamed behind the gag, trying to tear yourself from the constraints.

“You would not be here in this predicament if you weren’t such a brat,” Genji told you.

He left the toy you inside you and took the remote with him.

“They never clean up after themselves,” came Hanzo’s clear, deep voice ten minutes later.

He cleaned you up gently, wiping off the dried cum with a warm, wet cloth. He removed the toy from your cunt, noting your needy expression as he did so. Your cunt clutched at nothing.

Hanzo wasn’t going to be the one who was going to take pity on you. He did cut the rope binding your ankles to the chair. He lifted your open legs to sit under you. He reached between you to pull his pants down to reveal his cock. Your cunt flexed again at where this was going.

Hanzo bounced you on his cock without mercy, your head thrown back and your legs flailing the entire time. Hanzo was chasing his own end without regard to yours. Genji may have used a toy on you, but Hanzo was using you as his toy. He put his hand to your throat. Not to choke, he just liked to hold you to his lap. He gritted his teeth and grunted, driving into you with short thrusts. As soon as your legs stiffened at his sides, he sped up just a bit more. A crescendo of moans, and he came, a powerful spurt of his cum shooting up into you.

He left you limp and spent. Hanzo didn’t clean you up, because he loved to see the evidence of his claim on you drooling out of your punished cunt onto the chair.

“Let me add to that,” Jesse purred, the words announcing his return.

You eyed him from beneath your sweaty hair on your forehead. You were tired but wired all the same. Your lower belly ached so badly for release.

Jesse didn’t free you from the chair like you were hoping.

“Warm me up a bit, please,” he said, holding his half-hard cock in one hand.

With the other, he made space between your lips and the gag to slip it in. You sealed your mouth around it. He drew his hips back and then thrust in slowly, considerately.

“So tight…that I think I might just…”

Jesse changed his mind on fucking your properly and fucked your face instead. He held your head in place with a gentle grip on your hair and used your mouth. Drool leaked all over your chin. He panted above you.

“Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah,” he chanted softly.

He pulled out at the last second to let his cum land between your legs, on top of Hanzo’s mess. Some of it dripped down your clit, making you whine pathetically. No one would let you cum!

The three of them watched you dozing. They stood in the next room with your back to them.

“What did you do to her?” Genji asked.

“Nothing you would not have done,” Hanzo said.

Genji laughed. It was true.

“Go make her beg you to stop,” said Jesse.

“Will do,” said Genji.

Genji walked into the room, removing his crotch plate. His synthetic cock revealed itself. You were going to get to cum, alright. You were going to cum until you wanted to beg Genji to stop, but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t hear you behind the gag.