Tag: smut

Day 4 – Crying

You adopted the two cat hybrids as brothers. The staff at the shelter hesitated at that but agreed with you when you made the decision.

Genji took an instant liking to your home, excited to be adopted. The only issue he had was trying to climb everything to find all the good hiding spots and perches. He also required regular trips to the prosthetics professionals who specialized in cybernetics. He was a special needs boy.

His brother, Hanzo, preferred to lounge in your lap and watch Genji warily. He wasted no time asking to be groomed, or he groomed himself when you weren’t around. He was polite when he asked for grooming tools, but it was clear he was also going to require a fair amount of time and attention.

A week later, another issue cropped up. You saw why the shelter staff hesitated.

Hanzo was grooming himself, as usual, and putting his hair into a man bun. It had to be just so. Sleek. No stray hairs sticking out. Genji attempted to help by using his rough tongue, perfecting for slicking down hair, to help groom his brother. Hanzo pushed him away and hissed. Genji brushed it off and came to headbutt you as a request for laptime. He was heavy, with all his metal parts, but you let him settle there, nonetheless.

Genji kept trying to groom Hanzo. To cuddle him. To even just lay near his brother and purr. Hanzo got up and left to another room in the house each time.

You were wracking your brain, trying to figure out a solution for this, for these two hybrids you didn’t know very well. Then their behaviour changed.

They hid more often. You thought, well cats just hide, so perhaps they’ll come out. Then they didn’t sleep with you on the bed. Normally, they slept on either side of you. Occasionally elsewhere; it was really up to them. Their absence had begun to worry you when you a yowl woke you in the middle of the night.

You got up immediately to check on your kitties, to make sure it wasn’t them. Sadly, you found Genji curled up in a ray of moonlight, trembling. You knelt down next to him.

“Hey, Baby?” you asked gently, touching his side to get him to roll over and show you his belly. If his body was causing him pain, you wanted to know.

He curled tighter, whimpering. A low growl sounded from elsewhere in the room.

“Hanzo?” you asked, lifting your head to look around.

He didn’t answer, so you turned your attention back to Genji. After some coaxing, he uncurled to reveal what he’d been protecting.

He had, in his fist, his fully erect cock. His stroked it tentatively, his visor turned away from you, refusing to meet your eyes.

Ahh.

You closed your hand around his cool, cybernetic fingers, urging him to stroke harder. His grabbed your wrist.

“You don’t have to,” he said.

You took your hand away for now.

You found Hanzo elsewhere, also hunched over a large tent in his pants, his needy cock beneath. He seethed, stubbornly refusing to touch it.

You tried to talk him down.

“Hey. Hanzo. You’re in a rut.”

He nodded. Okay, you were getting somewhere.

“You need to take care of it, don’t you?”

He shook his head furiously, shut his eyes, and pressed his face into the carpet. You sat down on the floor some distance between them, trying to figure out again what you were supposed to do. They were refusing your help, and you hoped it wasn’t because they thought you were going to take them back to the shelter just for getting their ruts at the same time. You had a pair of prideful boys on your hands.

A loud sob shook Hanzo’s body. His tail flailed unhappily behind him.

“Okay, here’s what I’m going to do,” you announced to them. “I’m going back to bed. I’m going to be naked and willing. If you want help taking care of your problem, come join me.”

You only had to wait a few minutes before your boys showed up to climb into bed.

They started out rutting against each thigh, sorely needing that first orgasm to clear their minds and get some relief. They started round two by fussing over who got to enter you first.

“Behave,” you warned. “or you both can get out.”

You were stuffed with, and covered in, their cum before the night was over. You left them in the bed the next morning, the two of them snuggled up to sleep in.

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.   

The Wet Dragon Ch 2

Moira saw how much you enjoyed collecting data the last time. She said yes when you asked if you could repeat your ‘experiment’ to see if you could replicate your results.

Genji was absolutely done the first time. So you had to take it up a notch. You strapped him in extra tight on the chair this time, so you could get closer and taunt him more.

He resisted wetting his seat better this time. He gave you low growls and spat demands at you. The spoiled son of a powerful, rich man coming out, protesting the way you were humiliating him. He pulled on the constraints with all his enhanced strength. The metal whined and bent as he strained, enraged and unnaturally red eyes flashing.

It was terrifying, except this rabid dog was on a leash. With a muzzle. Impotent rage.

You were out of the chair, standing in front of him, but saying nothing. It was a reversal of roles when Genji was normally the silent one in any given situation. He, angry that you were smug, and sometimes slipping back into his native tongue, rambling and spitting words.

You lift a leg and, resting your heel on the chair between his thighs, you prodded his bladder with your big toe.

“Take that away from me, you pathetic assistant,” he demanded.

He called you pathetic, but who was the one who was about to pee himself?

After that session, after you forced the urine to flow from his flaccid dick with your weight on the ball of your foot…Genji decided he had had enough. He had sobbed again. In the mirror after (he hadn’t meant to look up), he saw bloodshot eyes and a ruddy nose, streaming with snot like a child.

He spun around and stalked away from the sight.

Then it hit him how he could turn the tables. It was perfect. If you wanted him to piss, he would. But this time…on you while you were asleep.

The image had him tossing his modesty plate to the floor and pulling on his dick with his fist. He huffed and puffed, while the blood pounded in his cock. He came quickly into his hand and then decided when he would pay you a visit.

Genji waited in the shadows outside your door. He had to will his erection to soften before going in. He made quick work of the lock, as any trained ninja would. He slipped inside the door, sticking to a modest crouch as he moved.

A few blinks of his glowing eyes, and they adjusted to the total darkness of your quarters. He remained still, allowing silence to settle and your even breathing to reveal itself. You were, indeed, asleep. He moved to your bed. Your mattress creaked alarmingly loud as he stepped on it.

Genji was standing above with his feet in either side of your ribcage. You slept soundly, unawares, and on your back with your arms splayed near your head.

He gazed down at you with a ghost of a smirk growing on his lips behind his mouth guard. His cock stirred again, and he had to spend another minute getting it to go soft again.

Genji unlatched his modesty plate and bent down to place it on the bed without disturbing the mattress. He wanted both hands as he aimed his dick at your chest.

It was disgusting, what he was doing. Lewd. But it was no worse than what you had done to him. And twice, too. In his defence, he was about to pay you back only once. He gripped his soft dick in his fingers and released a stream of urine, which pattered softly on your pajama-covered chest. Not pissing too hard, in case it went everywhere. No, he wanted it only on you. So you would wake up in a smelly puddle of his piss. Try explaining that to your boss when you’re late to work.

Genji had to halt the stream when he started to get hard again.

You hadn’t stirred at all, so he thought he would jack off onto you next. He shuffled his feet an inch to get a better footing.  He beat his dick hard and fast, not wanting to stick around for too long.

The dizzying pressure rose fast in his lower belly. He prayed the rapid, wet schlicks of him pulling on his cock didn’t rouse you, because he couldn’t stop. A small groan slipped out he climaxed. The thick strings of semen landed on your upper chest.

The orgasm cleared his mind, and he gathered his modesty plate quickly to leave. His cock pulsed weakly, asking for another round as he left with the knowledge that you were going to wake up covered in his wet and sticky filth.

This request is born of my frustration that there’s only OW animated porn for men! Especially male POV! Please can you write mun’s choice of OW boys with a fem s/o who wants to record a video of them fucking, with the s/o on top so it’s her POV? Which ones would be into it? Who would ham it up for the camera?

imagine-this-overwatch:

i feel u tho

I feel like McCree and Genji would be your best bets. 

I feel McCree would act out for the camera more, though, and really amp up that sexy cowboy persona. Genji would likely request that you keep his face out of the shot. Otherwise, he’d do a pretty good job sexing it up for the camera. He’d probably make an effort to really moan like a whore to make up for the lack of face. 

Being on camera gets McCree off pretty quick, whereas Genji still focuses on pleasuring you above all else. McCree kind of talks to you/fucks you like you ARE the camera and does what he does in order to please his audience rather than just you. For Genji, it’s just the usual sex, just with a camera thrown in so… yeah it’s that. 

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.