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.

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.

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

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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.

Flash Fic – Reaper

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Gabriel is used to being the biggest man in the room, both physically and in rank. He’s used to looming over his subordinates and his partners and watching them lower their head before him. It’s not quite a boost to his ego, but he doesn’t lie when he says that he feels comfortable being looked up to. When he says that he’s so used to being in control that it fits like a well-fitted glove.

Perhaps it’s because of his skin, his beard, the almost permanent bitch face he sports, but he’s used to being looked at in fear, in apprehension. He doesn’t like it. But he’s used to it. Used to the way they’d quiver before him in submission, waiting for the other shoe to drop whenever he wills it. To an extent, he likes the rush of power; the feeling of having them at his mercy, whatever it may be. He’d lie if he says a rush of warmth wouldn’t fill him when he’d see their skin bruised and reddened from his impassioned grips and slaps. He’d lie if he says he didn’t grow hard when they’d whimper and beg. Beg for him to fuck them harder. Beg for him to take away the last vestiges of power from them and render them weak-kneed from how hard he uses them. He’d lie if he said it wasn’t how he loved for the longest time.

But death does a lot of things to a person. Not in the least change them fundamentally, mentally, physically. He feels angry now, unable to control his emotions and his body as he wreaks destruction upon those he used to call comrades. Friends. Family. So now, years on from the last time he drew breath, Reaper yearns for something different than he knew in life. Now what he wants is so foreign to him that he hasn’t the slightest clue how to go about finding it. What he wants isn’t what he’s used to. Isn’t something he thought he’d ever find.

Quietly to himself in his loneliness, Reaper wonders what it’d be like to be held so tenderly that he might melt in an embrace. What it’d be like to feel so safe that he can close his eyes and rest for the first time in what feels like forever. What it’d be like to be tamed with a single hand to his chest and a soft pair of lips to his bristly cheek. He would curl in a corner around a lumpy pillow, hood drawn over his head and over his eyes, thin blankets cocooning him, and imagine that instead of scratchy wool it was a warm body holding him securely. That instead of a pillow that smells of musty mothballs, he’d be clutching at the clothes of someone who would protect him from the world that seems to be out to ruin him in every way. It feels like a pipe dream to have someone who he would allow that much power over him. He’s not one to let go of control, of his strength. But in his undeath Reaper has had much time to think and he wonders if that is what he needs. For someone to know how to protect him and to hold the reins for a little while as he lets go and just exists. Instead of his bare existence now, living from day to day and praying that it might end. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore. Maybe…maybe someone who makes that decision for him would finally lead him off his path of self-destruction and sorrow.

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Ahhhhhh, very nice. Very nice, indeed. Are you getting better at writing?? Lately, I’m not a huge fan of mixing emotion with Reaper, but this got me. Maybe because it’s sub!Reaper this time, and that’s different. 👌 Perfect!

Don’t Stop Ch 4

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Genji braced himself against the headboard, with arms above his head. You weren’t fucking him that hard, but he still needed to ground himself by touching a solid object. You have one hand on his stomach armour, and your other’s fingertip flicked at the tip of his clit. Then you pushed down with the heel of your palm against the whole area, putting your weight on that hand. You used the momentum of your thrusts to rock your body and rub it at the same time.

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A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 4

He did end up taking you for ramen. That seemed like his one weakness, besides sex. When the food arrived, he went quiet and focused only on eating. He barely spared a glance at the cute, young serving girl. It was nice to have some quiet time alone with him. Then your phone beeped with a text message.

He only tolerates you because he wants to fuck you.

“Who is this?!” you blurted out angrily.

“Show me.”

You let Genji see the number. He squinted at it.

“It’s Aoi.” His sister.

“Ahhhh. Do you believe me now?”

You leaned on the wooden bar with your elbow to regard him, waiting for an answer.

“What do you want me to do? She is as stubborn as Hanzo.”

“She’s harassing me, Genji.”

“She is just… She is just jealous that you get to go out, and she doesn’t. Ever since our papa has been in danger, he won’t let her go far.”

Aoi was in a jealous, indignant rage. She got into her papa’s collection of sake, the bottles he sometimes shared with Hanzo. She was hurting over a lost time where she was close to her brothers. Now they were moving on with their lives. Hanzo trained and met with the elders all day. Genji got fucking married. Aoi wasn’t even allowed to leave the house to find her own company. All she did was study accounting to help with the clan’s finances. Which she was good at, but you can only stare at numbers for so long before getting lonely. The bottle and a half of sake convinced her that was it was totally okay to send you nasty texts, since lashing out at Hanzo or Genji wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Another text: You just wanted our money, you whore.

Genji sighed and texted his sister, telling her to stop it. He promised to take her some takeout.

Not unless some fucking freedom comes in that container, she replied.

You enjoyed the ramen, but when you were finished, you weren’t happy.

“I don’t want to go home,” you said, shaking your head. It was odd to call the Shimada castle your home, but the point was, you felt unwelcome there while Aoi was on the rampage.

Genji felt the need to entertain you. “We could, uhhh…go to the club. We are not dressed for it, but it won’t matter since you’re with me.”

That was half a boast and half a fact. The bouncer gave Genji a nod and didn’t bother to look you over. He assumed you were Genji’s latest conquest, not the other way around.

This was Genji’s area of expertise. His stomping grounds. It became apparent pretty quick that you would have to make it clear to everyone that Genji didn’t belong to them and this club anymore. He belonged to you. Genji took you to the bar first to introduce you and get the first drink of the night.

You waved the hand that had your wedding rings in greeting. The bartender assumed you were cheating on a spouse with Genji, not married to him.

The bartender gave him what you considered an unnecessary compliment, and you grabbed Genji’s crotch under the bar. His eyes flew wide open. The bartender gave him a weird look, then went back to work. You massaged his package gently, feeling it harden in your hand. He may have bucked slightly into your touch. Genji took you to a booth, and another club-goer, perhaps an old friend of his, couldn’t keep her cleavage to herself. Genji started to flirt with her, but you cut him off by nipping at his ear. He gasped, his cheeks turning pink. You took his hand to hold.

You felt up him lots more, squeezing his inner thigh, slipping your hand in his shirt, and kissing his neck, before he lost patience with you.

“You won’t let me do anything without driving me insane.”

He sat next to you in the booth at the back of the club, glaring at you, but with lust softening the edge of his stare.

“I’ll give you something to do. Get me a drink, please.”

He did, and it amused you to watch him walk about with an obvious tent in his slacks. He came back with the drink. Once he sat down, you slid over into his lap and got comfy. Genji sighed with the little relief he got relaxing back and pressing his cock into your rear. You rocked gently back and forth, Genji almost purring from the steady stimulation. An hour of that, and he could cum. Instead, you pawed at the side of his face.

“We should go back. Your sister can’t still be mad. Or awake.”

Genji eyed you sleepily, then sat up with you. He called one of the family’s personal drivers to come get you both. A black, nondescript car arrived after a short wait, and you both got in.

“That was a fun night,” were glad to admit with a smile at your new husband.

“I am happy to hear it,” Genji replied.

He used a knuckle under your chin to guide you towards him for a deep kiss. He tasted bitter, sweet, and salty from the ramen and the drinks. It came to a natural end, and you dipped forward to whisper to him about what a good boy he was. Each word set his world spinning faster.

“Please,” Genji said, grasping your thigh with his hand. Fingers dug into the flesh there. “I need it.”

“Need what?”

He pulled your hand over to palm his erection.

“Wait until we get home. I’m not some tramp who fucks in a moving car.”

He made a frustrated noise and let go of your hand.

“Hey.” You ran a finger down the top of his thigh. “Let me remind you that good behaviour gets rewarded.”

Genji blushed deeply in the darkness of the car. He was really glad no one else heard him agree quietly.

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.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 3

Not only did you decide you would make the best of it, you felt better when in control. Control of him. But you didn’t want to tell him that yet. Not only were you afraid he’d react badly and stop obeying you, it was personal. It was admitting weakness. Genji accepted your answer. He was a bit too wrapped up in himself to dig deeper, anyway. You could use that to your advantage if need be.

That night, you were both invited to dinner. The official reason was to celebrate your one month anniversary with Genji, and the unofficial one was that his father wanted to see his son.

“I hope there’s food I like,” you said to him on the way to the dining room.

“How are you so always so cool about these things?” he complained.

“What things?”

“All things. Being here. I still do not understand.”

“No one’s going to care to hurt the wife of the non-heir.”

“I guess that’s true.”

You glanced at his face. He always looked a little put-out with you when you spoke. As if he didn’t expect you to have your own mind. Then you could picture it, long lines of blushing high school graduates falling for his charms five nights a week. Little girls who didn’t know better. Well, that wasn’t you. Far from it.

“Did you seriously hope I would be some airhead maiden that you could do whatever you want with?”

“No one told me anything about you,” he admitted. “You could have been.”

You raised an eyebrow at him to say, You idiot.

“Stop it,” he said.

He pouted at you. With his ridiculously thick, dark eyebrows and his cute, little nose. You pinched said nose between your knuckles.

“So cute,” you cooed. “No.”

Dinner went smoothly. Mostly. You were well-trained on how to be respectful to those above your station. The rest of the time, you threw comments at Genji about how you liked the food. He wasn’t as pleased.

“I wish it was ramen, actually.”

“Take me,” were the words that almost leapt off your tongue. That would be a date. No, not yet.

“You should take your new wife out for some,” Mr. Shimada said to him.

Your mouth dropped open. Genji looked to you.

“Would you want to go?”

You picked your jaw up off the table and said, “Yeah, I would.” You thanked Mr. Shimada for the suggestion.

“It was nothing,” he said.

The dinner continued to flow. Except…you kept noticing your sister-in-law shooting glares at you between comments to Hanzo and her father. You’re not sure why. Genji was not especially close to her, and she had the looks that could kill any man or woman she wanted. And the training to back it up, you had heard. She couldn’t have been threatened by your introduction into the family, could she?

“Such a good husband, asking me if I wanted to go instead of agreeing for both of us,” you purred into Genji’s ear as he ate dessert.

You leaned closer, pressing your soft breast into his arm. You pretended you were just having a private conversation. Really, your fingers were walking along his thigh, seeking his flaccid dick. Hoping to make it less flaccid.

“Gross,” a feminine voice said loudly.

Everyone looked in her direction, and you snatched your hand away.

“Sorry,” said the sister, glancing around at the table, “I am just not a fan of the texture of custard. No offence.”

“She did it on purpose!” you exclaimed to Genji back at your room.

“Why?”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“She doesn’t know you well enough to decide that.”

“I guess,” you absentmindedly, considering that he was right.

You undressed for bed. Genji sidled up next to you while you brushed your teeth. He kissed up your shoulder, fondling one of your breasts. He gave you his most charming smile, super cheesy, and one of his eyebrows twitched upwards. It was adorable how he thought it would work on you.

“Did my sister ruin the mood…?” he asked.

“Oh, you mean…? No, fuck her! I’m going to give you that hand job.”

You rinsed your mouth out with a loud spit, then pushed him towards the bed. You were tired, so you pulled him on top of you. You couldn’t resist getting a few kisses in with your freshly-cleaned mouths. Genji had been good lately, been keeping it in his pants. He rutted against your pelvis with his clothed length. You raised your hips to lock your legs around him, to guide him to rubbing against your nub instead.

“Keep going, keep going,” you murmured in between kisses.

The hand job was forgotten in favour of rutting against each other until a wet warmth blossomed in the front of Genji’s underwear.

A Dog Needs a Leash Ch 2

The bitter smell of weed crept into the bathroom and into your nostrils. You sighed and left the bathroom.

“Is this how you’re going to deal with this?”

He lounged on the bed, a bong placed on the bedside table for the maids to deal with.

“You think I wanted a wife…?” he asked with a bitter smile.

You hopped on the bed, onto his lap. You aligned your heat with his package. Genji put his hands on your hips. He couldn’t help it; he wanted to touch you. His fingers were gentle, waved back and forth against your skin. He would have been firmer, but he was too far gone. Couldn’t concentrate. His dick rose on its own, pushing the front of his boxers against your sex. He did nothing about it, but you didn’t want him to. Arousal was enough for now.

You bent down over him, with your hands on the bed on either side of his face.

“We’re married now,” you said. His lips twisted into a sneer, and he looked away. “I’m going to be faithful to this marriage and so are you.”

“And if I am not?” he asked, still not meeting your eyes.

“Then you’re getting punished.”

Genji turned his head to stare at you, dazed. “What…”

He was too slow to stop you from crawling forward and depositing your sex on his face. He spoke in surprise, his lips and breath tickling your labia. You leaned back to let him speak.

“What was that?” you asked.

“No, no…come back.”

His gaze was glued to your sex, which shined with slick. You had left a damp spot on the front of his boxers after you moved. You returned to your seat on his face. He mouthed at your lips and clit. You sighed and started to roll your hips.

Genji ran his fingertips firmly over the tent in his boxers. His cock hardened further beneath the fabric. He eventually pulled his cock out of the hole in the front to get off on your soft parts on his face. You had no plans to move just yet, and he wasn’t in a hurry.

You both spent the good part of an hour on a slow build of pleasure in your lower bellies. Genji came on his stomach, then drank in your slick as you orgasmed quietly.

“That was a punishment?” he asked with a smirk when you got off.

“You would have rather had sex, right?”

You tossed him a towel from the bathroom to clean up.

“I had no idea it was an option.”

“Behave, and it will be,” you told him. You stretched lazily, getting the kinks out of your muscles from sitting in one position for so long. “You’re so good at oral, though. It pleases me.”

Genji barked laughter at your wording. But he would see. You laid down the law, piece by piece, the next few weeks. If he behaved, he would get pussy. If he didn’t, you pinned him down with said pussy. He couldn’t resist, either way. Neither could you, especially when he had a habit of walking around your shared suite shirtless or less. He didn’t seem to like wearing clothes.

When Genji slipped up, when he cheated, you slept in the guest suite. You didn’t let him touch you. You made such a fuss about it, that word got back to his father. He sat you down and asked what was wrong. You would have liked Mr. Shimada to put his son in his place instead.

You explained about what Genji did to upset you.

“He is a free bird,” Mr. Shimada replied, brushing off your complaint.

“Well, it’s not good enough,” you stated, holding your chin high.

Mr. Shimada laughed and wished you luck with that. Though, he did see Genji after. Who came sulking back to you.

“You were scolded?” you asked with a smirk.

He sat on the bed, and you sat on his lap. He held you, putting his cheek on your shoulder.

“Yes,” he huffed. “He wants me only in our bed.”

“Ha!”

“…because he wants us to have babies.”

You exploded into laughter. You don’t know how Genji didn’t see this coming. He sulked harder.

“You don’t want sex?”

“I do not want babies,” he muttered.

“I’m sure your father wouldn’t mind if we waited.”

Genji wasn’t ready to raise children, anyway, but you didn’t tell him that in case it bruised his ego.

“Get tested,” you told him, wiggling in your seat.

He swore softly as your ass brushed his crotch. He glared stubbornly back at you.

“Get tested, and I will, too. Then we can fuck all you want.”

Genji doubted it would be that easy, but you showed him you had a habit of sticking to your word. Your test came back clean, and you showed him the paper to prove it. His came back positive, but nothing incurable.

“Seeeee? Maybe being married won’t be so bad. We’re already behaving like a team.”

His reply was thoughtful silence. Then he glanced at you suspiciously.

“Why are you so okay with this?”

Good question. You didn’t ask for this, either. You had to leave your family. You lived with strangers now. Strange servants, too.

“I decided I couldn’t fight it. I might as well make the best of it.”

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Embarrassing sex stories with Gabriel, McCree, Jack, and Genji

Gabriel

It’s been ages since Gabriel has touched you, and he’s practically devouring you upon the desk in his office. He couldn’t summon the effort to drag you to your shared rooms. Hungry for your touch, he pins your hips against his and whispers desperately against your skin.

The two of you work yourselves into a frenzy and Gabriel reaches into a drawer to grab a few condoms. He tears one open with his teeth and moves to snatch it out of the packaging when it slips out and it falls onto the office floor.

You stare at it, then at him. Gabriel stares and shrugs, then he reaches for another one. He rips it normally this time, eyes squinted in concentration, but he squeezes the bottom too hard and it pops out and onto the ground. Again.

You’re laughing too hard and he’s too exasperated to try again and the both of you go to bed.

It’s something you laugh at for a long time to come, and he decides to get you birth control so he can avoid opening condoms again.

McCree

He’s fucking you hard and rough in the shower, pinning you against the wall with your legs thrown over his arms. Jesse’s panting and marking you up as he pulls his hips back, the head of his cock resting against your entrance before thrusting back in. his bite makes you writhe in his arms, moving away from his cock unconsciously just as he pistons his hips forward.

The head of his dick impacts the cold tile wall and Jesse swore it took off an inch before his member bent painfully in half. Immediately, he dropped to his knees and croaked in pain, his face turning red and his cock purple.

You scramble to your feet and hurry him to Angela after throwing some robes on. She heals him up all the while scolding the two of you for being so careless and trying to stifle her giggles at the same time.

Jesse’s so mortified he can’t even look at you without turning red, but he can’t run seeing as he’s still hobbling from the pain.

Jack

The one time you told him to be more commanding with you, Jack took it rather seriously.

“Strip, soldier!” he barks and you jump, body snapping to attention. A quip of ‘Sir, yes sir’ in an equally militaristic fashion almost escaped your lips from instinct alone, but you managed to curb it and throw your clothes off in a frenzy.

It was going well, save for that hiccup, at least until you were sucking him off with your back to the wall. “Watch your head!” he snarled and pulled back his hips, about to stuff himself down your throat when you dive to the ground, hands covering your head as though protecting it from shrapnel.

There was silence then, and Jack finally piped up when you buried your face into the carpet and refused to get up. “Maybe we, uh, shouldn’t do this commanding thing in the bedroom,” his voice is sheepish as he peels you off the floor.

You mumble a near unintelligible reply in turn, sticking your head into his chest as he gathers your jelly-like body into his arms.

Genji

It’s his first time after getting his new body, and the two of you sit on his bed feeling each other. Your hands tangle into his hair as you kissed him hungrily, but stop when his pained hiss interrupts you. Turns out some of the cables at the back of his head wound around your wrists and pulled when you moved.

You apologise and continue, until you reach his crotch and stop in your tracks. There is no visible seam or latch to remove it, and Genji has told you in the past that his genitals are fairly intact. You stare at his crotch, fingers dancing over his hips and between his legs, but come up with absolutely nothing.

He takes pity on you and reach for the near invisible latch near the bottom of his pelvis and pulls. Freezes, then pulls again. His eyes widen and he curves his head down to see why it wasn’t unlatching.

You put your head down there too to see if you could help. In the end, you two spend almost fifteen minutes trying and failing to open it before you give up and run to Angela.

It turns out that Genji just had to think about popping the latch and it would come loose. The sweet ninja couldn’t meet your eyes for the longest time, and both you and Angela can’t stop giggling whenever you see him.