Tag: noncon

Good Brothers

It was your birthday, and your older brothers took you out to the club to celebrate. To a VIP room with all of Genji’s most charming and fun friends.

Hanzo was doing his best to relax with a drink his hand. He sipped it, but clearly, his mind was elsewhere. Genji was talking to the person seated to next to him or texting on his phone. Both wore slick attire, with button up shirts just tight enough to show off the muscles from regular training. Hanzo let his lovely, black hair down from its tie, which you played with, running it through your fingers and giggling, with a light blush dusting your cheeks. Hanzo returned your smile faintly; it was contagious You were a few drinks in and feeling attractive in your dress. This wasn’t the best time you ever had, but you were glad to be out of the house and with your brothers. One on either side, and they never left. It was sweet.

“Hanzo, I don’t feel so well. Did I drink too much?”

One look at your dangerously drooping eyelids, and he went stiff in alarm. He grabbed his brother’s sleeve.

“Genji! Something’s wrong!”

Genji also looked you over. Then he turned and sneered at his friends.

“Alright, who drugged my sister? Did you think I would not notice?!”

He quickly rose from his seat and growled at all of them to get out. It was time to take you home, where you would be safe.

Hanzo was cradling your head upright, assuring you that you would be okay. You were with your big brothers.

Genji got up and went to the door. He checked the hallway to make sure everyone else had gone. Then he came back, closing the door quietly behind him.

“They are gone,” he said conspiratorially to Hanzo, a hint of lust in his deepened voice.

Hanzo glanced at you, but you were gone. The roofie was doing wonders. Even if you heard Genji, it was too late. Hanzo hummed lazily, nuzzling your neck. He inhaled your feminine scent, a mix of your body wash, hair products, and your personal odour from your hair.

You were a heavy ragdoll, not human at all, but that didn’t deter them. They had their groping and squeezing hands all over you immediately. Genji pinched a nipple, and that drew a quiet whine. They traded looks, and that started the game of how much noise they could get from you without you waking.

They spread your legs and fucked you hard, taking turns and earning them choked whines. Not to the point of cumming. They just wanted to whet their appetite, before sinking their teeth into the soft spots along your body. To inflict bruises. They weren’t terribly worried about being found out right now. They had always wanted to know what little sister felt like, and now was the time. They branded you with bite marks around your neck and shoulders. Fingertip-shaped bruises on your hips, thighs, and ass. By the time they were done with your nipples, you’d think they’d fall off. Biting and pinching hard, making you cry out, girlish and shy-like.

Genji was pounding away at your cunt when Hanzo said, “Think she’s a virgin?”

Genji paused his thrusts.

“Well, considering the white panties we pulled off her–cute!–maybe.”

Hanzo thought of the best idea yet.

“Roll her over onto her side,” he said, making the gesture. “Let’s make her first time a good one.”

Genji pulled out and rolled you over, your cheek smushed against the padding of the couch and your mouth open slightly. Hanzo took his place at your back, Genji at your front.

“You are cruel, Hanzo.” Genji grinned.

Hanzo yanked your dress up farther. He bucked his hips and stuffed his cock in your cunt to gather some of your natural lube. Then Genji replaced Hanzo’s cock with his own, pumping your cunt at his leisure. Hanzo held your cheeks spread with one hand and prodded at your asshole.

You hummed a long protest, sounding a lot like, “Noooooo,” as Hanzo slid inside your tight tunnel. Once he made it as far as he could reach, he lifted your knee.

“How is it?” Genji asked.

“So…tight,” Hanzo groaned.

Genji hummed in reply. He kissed your lips. Then he squeezed open your jaw and stuck his tongue inside your slack mouth. Since he was eighteen, he had wanted to know what it was like to make out with his sister. This wasn’t ideal, but it was still hot.

Hanzo held your body down as they both used you for their pleasure. A tangle of legs as they bounced your limp body on that club couch. Hanzo’s eyes rolled back and his lids dipped. He let his dick guide his pace, sloppily thrusting inside your messy asshole and cheeks.

You started to moan quietly and rhythmically. Genji bit his lip with a smirk.

“What a good sister,” he praised lewdly.

He brought a hand down to tickle your clit, seeing if he could make you cum. The ragdoll came alive then, your back arching a bit. He rubbed harder and harder, painfully, until you arched further, and he felt your virgin cunt clamp weakly around his length.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” Genji breathed, squirming with the effort of keeping his orgasm at bay.

“Just finish already,” Hanzo said.

He had already pulled out and was giving your ass a few parting squeezes.

“Fine.”

Genji pounded your poor cunt until he stilled inside, twitching and cumming inside.

They stood up, their flaccid dicks still hanging out of their pants. You lay there, used and stuffed with their cum for them both to admire.

“Hmmm. Why didn’t we cum on her chest?”

“Good question.”

They sat back down to mouth at and grope your body until they could get hard again.

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

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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.

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

Sojiro gets really sick of Genji’s behavior and sexual advances on women. One night Sojiro is really on edge and Genji disobeys a simple command, so Sojiro just snaps and tells him to suck it. This is totally out of the blue and has never happened before and Genji is just “???????? Wtf no?????” And next thing he knows, Genji has his dad’s dick in his mouth, tears in is eyes, and is begging for forgiveness. :3c

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Sojiro berating him and taking his time to cum no matter how much Genji begs him to cum as fast as possible. Genji thinks if he says he’s sorry enough that Sojiro will suddenly just let up on his punishment for being such a disobedient son, but Sojiro’s not having it. He’s going to fuck his mouth to completion and he’s going to cum inside of his mouth and make Genji swallow his seed. Maybe the next time Sojiro asks him to do something simple he’ll think twice about having an attitude. 

Yandere!Genji x Scarred!Reader

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A yandere!Genji, BW!Genji, commission for Anonymous! You’re a reader with a scarred face. Genji sees himself in you, sees beauty where you see ugliness and is determined to make you see what he sees. 

Non-con, More like heavy Dub-Con, Mirror Sex

Steam rolled out of your bathroom like movie smoke in a pinnacle, dramatic scene. Soft yellow light flooded across your small dorm. You stood fully naked. Inticing a rush of blood to leave his head and flood his crotch. The mad rush was quelled, but only slightly when you slipped on a robe and started towel drying your hair vigorously. When your arms grew tired, you used the towel to clear out a circle of steam from the mirror and disappeared to hang the towel up. His mind races and his heart pounds against his ribcage until you come back. 

Life is so much better, so much more livable when he has an eye on you.

Genji crept open your closet door a little more. He loomed and watched you fuss over your discontented face in the mirror. An explosion on a mission, a few months back now, left permanent damage on your left cheek. Scarred tissue blanketed your neck, caressed your clavicle. Mercy prescribed you a solvent that you had been applying religiously. When she gave it to you, she made no promises. Unfortunately, not even the prodigy doctor could get rid of scars; Genji intimately knew of that, first hand.  

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StepDaddy!Reaper x Step!Daughter

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A commission for Anonymous ♡♡♡♡♡ You’re the stepdaughter of Reaper. You used to know him as Gabriel Reyes, the man your mom fell in love with. But life happened. Now he’s the Reaper, and he doesn’t like the way you dress. 3k

Noncon, dubcon, spanking, slut shaming, dubious use of tentacles, pseudo incest, smut. 

Reluctance weighted down your feet as Reaper dragged you away from the conversation you were having with a Talon superior. An in-depth discussion of upcoming mission specifics would have to wait; it wasn’t in your best interest to protest. No matter how much your stomach twisted at the feeling of his clawed hand curled around your arm, his gruff voice in your ear stating that he needed to have a few words with you.

His disembodied voice gave you violent body shaking chills. For a man so big both in stature and in muscle, with his heavy boots, and being a man who uses the loudest weapons, Reaper sure could be dead quiet when he wanted to be. You hadn’t seen him coming, and neither had your superior.    

The superior had teased in a whisper, “Dad’s mad, huh?” and you glared back at him for the comment. Not only because you knew that he was, in fact, mad (mad about what you weren’t sure at the time), but because you hated thinking of him that way. There may have been a point where you were happy, even loved having him as a stepfather. But that was a long time ago. When Overwatch was still intact, and he was an entirely different person.

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