Having Hanzo as a sub is almost like having a wolf on a leash.
Aloof but affectionate, so protective that he becomes jealous if you’re distracted when he comes to cuddle/seeks your attention.
Tends to sit at your feet when you’re at your desk, sofa, etc.
This man happily massages your feet for you when you come home, kissing up your calves as he does so.
Can perceive your moods easily and serves you beverages or snacks to appease you or make you happy.
Like tea if you’re stressed; sweets if you’re sad; alcohol if you want to celebrate or your favourite food when you feel homesick.
Likes to have you cuddle into him if the both of you are lounging on the bed/sofa.
Shows off his archery or swordsmanship whenever he nails a new move or technique.
You know this man would flex his muscles and stretch his arms if he knew you were watching. A little like preening under your attention.
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Secretly likes puppy play (hence the wolf on a leash) and having a tail butt plug in him as he putters around the house.
Would spend his entire life eating you out if he could. Loves tracing yours and his names on your clit.
Shibari is a must, and he loves it when you use the ropes around his body to manhandle him into position.
His weakness is trying to keep still as you play with the head of his cock. This is perhaps the best way to get some funishment in because this boy cannot stop his hips from jerking when you play with his piss slit.
Hanzo is generally pretty quiet in bed save for panting and groans and quiet moans, but if you want to make him scream, squeeze his balls and nibble lightly on the head of his cock after he’s cum. I guarantee you he’ll choke and cry out and scream his pretty little heart out.
Starts to beg very prettily only after you deny him countless times.
If you run your hands through his hair and hug his head to your chest after sex, he’ll be putty in your hands.
Junkrat, Genji and Lucio with dom fem s/o. but guy feels uncomfortable enough to use safeword. Cue comfort and cuddles.
Junkrat
He giggled even as he pitched the idea to you, of trying to burn his energy through flogging.
You had raised a brow at the time but agreed. It wasn’t the strangest thing he had ever asked of you, but perhaps it was the tamest. So you went about strapping this flaming giraffe-rat to the St. Andrews cross, the both of you giggling as he fit the frame completely.
While you laid out your implements, you piped up that a blindfold might help him drop into subspace, especially since it was his first time. Jamie seemed to tense a little, and you could see the apprehension on his face as he tilted it back to eye you out of the corner of his eye.
The hesitation was obvious, and you opened your mouth to say that wearing a blindfold wasn’t really necessary, but he beat you to it and grinned in that maniacal way.
“Let’s go for it, luv,” he giggled. “I’m all yours!”
A smile crossed your lips and you slipped the simple silk blindfold over his eyes, tying it gently in a knot behind his head.
(This man is a giraffe so you end up climbing over his back to secure it.)
As you warmed him up, you could feel him relaxing bit by bit, until his jittering slowed and he was nearly slumped over in the cross as you began to pick up speed and strength.
The thicker floggers had the meat of his shoulders a warm red, contrasting well against the golden tan, so much so that you drew close to drag your nails over it.
You whispered in his ear gently, caressing the throbbing flesh and muttering praises.
So good, you’re so good Jamie. So obedient. You look so good taking my whip.
He pants and giggles, his mouth trying to form words. He shivers under the scrape of your nails, the sensation heightened by the ache of his muscles.
Then you decided to stop playing around and picked up a slender whip, cracking it in the air by his shoulder. Jamie tensed, and you eyed it sharply, unsure of whether it was because of the sound or something else. But as he remained quiet and he relaxed, you let out a relieved sigh.
You check in with him, and he gives you the go ahead with a thumbs up and a cheeky grin on his face.
“C’mon darl’, you ain’t done yet, are ya?!”
You scoff playfully, and immediately snap your wrist to land a sharp blow to the meat of his shoulder blade. Jamie jumped with a yelp, and began to tremble.
Another blow. Another snap. Another.
Soon welts began to form on his back, light and barely visible.
Suddenly, Jamie shook uncontrollably, his prosthetic clattering on the wood floor and you freeze, arm still reared back.
“A-Aussie!” he gasps and you toss the whip into your toybox, darting over to press yourself against his back. You supported him against the cross, fingers deftly undoing the knot of his blindfold.
You call his name loudly, one arm going around his waist even as the other released his hands. He slumped against you, his body still twitching and his chest heaving as though he were hyperventilating.
Whispering reassurances, you guide him to the ground and tug over a blanket you keep nearby for this very purpose. Quickly, the blanket was wrapped around the man and you cradled him in your arms.
You shift and sit with your back to the cross, Jamie between your legs and burrowing himself into your chest. The whole time, you mutter nonsense to him, about Soldier being paranoid about checking for mines in the track field, about Winston and his insane addiction to peanut butter, anything you could think about.
Soon, Jamie relaxes completely and his breathing returns to normal.
Quietly, you wonder if you should ask what that was about.
Luckily for you, Jamie pipes up on his own.
“M-maybe the blindfold and whip weren’t – uh – weren’t the best combo,” he stutters quietly.
“Bad memories?”
“Kinda.”
You don’t pry any further. So instead you nudge him aside to snag a water bottle you kept nearby, urging him to drink. Jamie did so with halting sips, hands wound tight around the plastic. He might have gotten over the panic, but the fear was still there.
So with a flick of your fingers, soft soothing music filtered into the room from the small stereo by your bed. You mutter quietly to him that he was safe now. Here, in your room, in your arms, he was safe.
And so Jamie let out a soft sigh and burrowed deeper into your embrace.
Yeah, only a drongo would dare to attack him while his mistress watched over him.
Genji
You were sure you had asked him if he was sure about a thousand times now.
Rope you could do. No problem. Hell, you could wrap that pretty neck in rope in the time it took for him to draw his shuriken. No, rope wasn’t the problem.
The knife he offered you definitely was.
Take a cyborg ninja who had nearly been hacked to death, tie him up, and threaten that scarred skin with a blade, and you potentially had a disaster on your hands.
He laughed off your worries though, telling you that he had done this countless times in his youth.
Yeah well, that ‘youth’ was a long time ago, you reminded him. He hadn’t tried anything like it since he received his new body, and there was no telling how he would react.
This aggravating man only sidled closer to you and teasingly told you that your ropes would have to hold him fast then.
You know what, you’d teach this smug ninja a thing or two.
So that’s how you ended up in bed, Genji under you with his arms secured behind his back in a prayer formation. His legs were spread and tied to the bed posts, and his waist pinned to the mattress by a combination of your weight and the thick cords running over his flesh and under the bed frame. Yeah, he’d have to strain to get out of this one, he wiggled his brows at you.
You rolled your eyes in response and picked up the kunai you pilfered from his stash. Twirling it around your fingers adroitly, you catch the gleam in his eyes as he locked gazes with you.
You leaned down, tracing his sculpted lips with the flat of the kunai. How twisted it was, you began, that a man like him so loved to be vulnerable before one who wielded a blade. As you dragged the tip across his ruined nipple, you could feel his erection stiffen beneath you.
A pretty pet, meant for pain, for pleasure…your pleasure. As you spoke, you increased the pressure and scraped at unblemished skin, cooing at the white raised lines you left in your wake.
Mmm yes, all yours to do with as you wished. If you wanted to mark him permanently as your property, you could. His heart thudded beneath your palm, and his lips fell open to emit soft pants. With every scrape, his hips juddered beneath you. With every soft exhale that chased the slight pain, he whimpered.
Then, as you angled the kunai over his heart, you caught a sudden surge of panic in his eyes. Mere seconds later, you felt his chest begin to heave as he fought to drag air into his lungs.
Your safeword fell from his lips a heartbeat after, and you quickly tossed the knife away.
Gently, you tell him to breathe and concentrate on you as you reached for your safety scissors. Every action you took was accompanied by a soft reassurance, from snipping away his restraints, to pulling him atop of you, to stroking his hair softly to calm him.
The remnants of the rope were brushed aside, and you pulled the comforters over the two of you, wrapping him in warmth to bring some sensation back into his trembling body.
You kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly. His hands, though weak, grasped at your shirt to pull you closer.
Genji burrowed his head into your neck, taking deep breaths to inhale your scent. It grounded him, calmed him, and you both stayed quiet as he slowly came back to himself.
It took a while, but then you could feel him start to nuzzle into your neck. A sign that he had pulled himself out of whatever memory he had sunk into.
Quietly, you ask him if he wants to take a walk in the gardens, and his nod made you smile. You roll the both of you out of bed, away from the blades, the rope, the smell of sweat and fear.
With your hand clasped in his, you led him into your backyard, where he dropped down onto the grass and pulled you with him. His heart still pounded under your hands, and you slowly wrapped yourself around him again, muttering quietly.
“I’ve got you.”
Lucio
You think Lucio’s beginning to regret asking to cum.
When you began, the singer was gleefully begging and writhing in his bonds, your hands working their magic on his painfully hard cock.
After all, you had forbidden him from orgasming or even stimulating himself while he was on tour.
So when he had the chance to have your hands wrap around his needy cock, he, needless to say, jumped on it.
With his hands and ankles secured to his thighs, and his knees held apart by ropes, Lucio couldn’t wriggle too far even if he wanted to.
Oh, you were so sure he wanted to.
A small anal plug was nestled into his ass, vibrating away at his prostate. Another vibrator was tied to his balls, and a cock ring fastened to the base of his penis.
The slick sounds of your hands gliding up and down his shaft, combined with the buzzing of the vibrators and his whimpers and moans drew him ever closer to release.
He begged, begged so hard and so pitifully in that beautiful voice.
“Please please let me come! I’ll do anything!”
Ah, you remind him, he’s already doing something.
He shakes in his bonds, mouth open to groan as you slow your strokes again. Again he begs, and again you set an irregular pace.
Until finally, you think you’ve had enough of teasing him, and you quicken your strokes.
Lucio almost screams in thanks as you bring him to the edge. Your thumb flicks across the head, gathering the pre-cum that’s already flowing steadily, and press deep into his slit. That sends him over, and his eyes almost pop at the orgasm that rips through him
He shudders, you tighten your grip. He writhes, you increase your pace. He screams, and you laugh in his face.
Soon, his jerks are involuntary as you use both hands to wring another orgasm out of his poor cock. Semen splashes over his chest, overlaying the seed from his previous orgasm. The contrast of cum against his dark skin is one you adore, and you smear it over his firm belly even as you continue to squeeze his cockhead.
Lucio was almost breathless at this point, as you took your pinky and dip it into the slit of his cockhead, stretching it. His hips jerked and he pushed his ass deep into the mattress as though to escape your grip, only to push the toy deeper against his prostate.
It was like being stuck between a wall and a hard place, he groaned out almost unintelligibly, his hands clenching and unclenching at his side.
Oh yeah? You would show him being stuck.
So you brought your head down and swallowed him deep, the cock ring keeping him hard even as his energy flagged.
The singer’s jaw dropped in a silent shriek and his back bowed sharply as he came for the third time.
You kept your pace up, refusing to let him go until a stuttered word reached your lips.
His safeword.
You let up immediately, hands wiping themselves on the sheets before you reached for the vibrator and plug, turning them both off.
Lucio’s sigh of relief was nigh imperceptible as you slowly ease the plug out and remove the cockring and vibrator. You let him relax for a moment more, then began the slow process of untying him, careful not to touch him more than necessary.
The column ties came away easily, and you massaged his ankles and wrists gently, coaxing his blood back into his extremities. His quiet thanks made you smile, and you kissed his cheek as you undid the ropes holding him to the bed.
Manoeuvring his limp limbs into a more comfortable position, you wiped him down with a warm, wet cloth, taking great care to avoid being too rough with his deflated cock and sensitive balls.
The man was almost dozing at this point, still stuck somewhere in subspace and dreamland, but you wedged yourself between him and the headboard and pulled his head into your lap. Even if he was sleepy, you weren’t going to skimp on his hydration levels. Almost like a child, he sipped at the cup you offered him, propping his neck and head with your body.
Only when the cup was half empty do you take it from him, shifting to move his body between your legs so he could rest his head on your belly.
“Doing ok?”
“Yep,” he piped up quietly, turning to bury his head into your stomach.
Good, you thought, and tugged the blanket over him and snagged a book from the bedside table. And with a hand tangled in his dreadlocks and another resting on his back, you felt him drift off as you begin to read aloud.
Genji still had two weeks of his punishment left. He was cranky. Pouty. So was Hanzo, because he had to cover Genji’s half of the woods at night. During the day, he slept like a grey stone decorated with a red and black tattoo. You couldn’t wake him for sex or affection or anything! He just grumbled and rolled over. You didn’t even see the white light of him opening his eyes. You sighed and went to work.
When you came back, you walked in on Genji emptying his seed onto Hanzo’s face while he slept. Genji heard you coming and put a finger to his lips. He smirked and waved his hand over his brother’s face, doing away with the mess.
You shook your head at him. You couldn’t believe his behaviour. He wouldn’t take his frustration out on you, just in case you were thinking of jumping on his dick. So he took it out on the one whose idea it was to leash and collar him in the first place. You were going to ask Hanzo what to do about Genji’s behaviour after he woke up. But then you thought…you could use this to your advantage. You made Genji promise he would do anything you wanted as soon as Hanzo left to patrol the woods or you would tell on him.
Hanzo got up, and you pretended to get ready for bed. The knowledge that you were deceiving him squirmed around inside you like weasels trapped inside a bag, demanding to be let out.
Hanzo left. You returned to the bedroom where Genji was waiting.
You took each step purposefully and slowly, with a gleeful grin. Genji was going to be your playtoy, your doll. You slid your tongue along the bottom of your top set of teeth. Genji visibly inhaled and squirmed on the bed a bit.
You approached the bed, and he tried to maneuver you onto his lap. He tugged and flirted and told you that it’s where you wanted to be.
“I do, but,” You didn’t care to finish the sentence for him. “Just lay there.”
You sat first on his leg. You were going to rub your clit all over his body. His thigh was perfect to grind against. You gripped the inner thigh just belong his package. You dug your fingers in until he squinted in pain. Genji cajoled you some more, but you ignored him and slid back to press your entrance to his kneecap.
You had your fill. You smiled down at Genji, getting his hopes up. You took the waist of his pants between two fingers and delicately, excruciatingly slow pulled downward. You inched your mouth towards his cock. Genji inhaled, expecting some head. You licked up the underside of his shaft instead.
Genji inhaled again in frustration, a squeak of a whine escaping his lungs on the way out.
You pressed Genji’s cock up against his stomach. He was hard, straining. He had to watch you go to work every day, devoid of his cum, and now his head was swimming with anticipation. You cupped his erection, running your palm upward, giving his head a teasing squeeze, pushing some precum out of the slit. Then continuing up his chest to his neck. You slipped your fingers underneath the collar and turned your palm, twisting the leather. It tightened, cutting into Genji’s neck.
He involuntarily tries to take a deep breath, and his cock tapped against his stomach. You had his attention. Using your other hand, you pulled his black pants down just enough to reveal his light grey testicles. You slid your clit against the soft, wrinkled skin. Genji sighed shakily.
“Fuck me,” he tries to demand.
It comes out quiet enough that you can pretend you didn’t hear and ask him to repeat himself. Genji chooses not to say it.
That’s what you thought.
You tease him some more by taking your time to touch him. You jerk his dick a few times. You caress his pale cheeks. Stick your fingers in his mouth, forcing him to open wide awkwardly to avoid piercing your skin with his red fangs.
You amuse yourself by planting kisses on his lips while he tries to breathe.
It was when you had Genji’s cock neatly tucked into your cunt that Hanzo come home early.
“What are you doing?”
Genji’s lips spread into a grin. You freeze, looking at Hanzo, because you know what you did. He morphs back from his human form into a demon with a snarl curling his lips and his white eyes squinting in anger. You weren’t in danger. But if you didn’t placate the elder brother, he would sulk and grunt at you for days.
“Not only do you coddle him-”
“Hanzo, I was taking advantage of him, I swear! It wasn’t for his benefit.”
Genji digs his nails into your hips, making your lower body twitch around as you try to stay still.
“Stop it,” you order him with a whisper, pushing his hands away.
Hanzo wasn’t satisfied with your bullshit answer. “Why was I excluded, then?”
You’re scrambling for an explanation. “Um, um, um.”
He took a step forward and crossed his arms.
“Is it that he’s more fun?”
“No! You’re,” you do some quick thinking. Maybe some compliments will help smooth things over. “You’re so nice and rough. And you last forever.”
“Longer than him?” Hanzo asks, pointing at Genji. His nose twitches indignantly.
“Ummm, yeah,” you reluctantly admit.
“Wait,” Genji cuts in. He leans his upper body up on his elbows. “Are you saying I don’t satisfy you?”
“No, that’s not it!”
“Looks like someone else has been naughty,” said Hanzo.
He glanced at Genji, who looked wary. Hanzo reached into his shirt to pull out a second collar.
“I had this in case Genji tore his off.”
Hanzo was halfway through his sentence before you understood what was about to happen. You scrambled from Genji to the edge of the bed, but he caught you with his hands around your waist, easily. He pulled you, and you fell on your back.
Hanzo appeared next to you at the side of the bed. He sat down.
“I assure you, My Beloved,” he said. He wrapped the leather collar, velvety soft on the inside, around your neck. “This is only temporary.” He shot a quick sneer at his brother with his sharp, white canines on display. “No leash. You were not as naughty,” he told you.
Genji glared back at Hanzo, shaking his head.
Hanzo’s cheeks twitched as he fought off a smirk. “I see you are already ready for me.”
Genji gives you a firm squeeze on the shoulders, holding you in place. Hanzo stripped his clothing off.
“Ruin her,” Genji said.
Hanzo took hold of the sides of your hips. He rubbed warm circles with his thumbs. How he managed to build up the tension with all-white eyes staring into yours and no irises to pin you with, had anticipation tickling up your entire being. It left behind your limp, obedient body.
This was already going too slowly for the other demon brother.
“Hanzo-”
“Do you want to switch places with her?!”
Genji cringed backwards from behind you. “No,” he said, disgusted.
Hanzo shot him a quick smirk, You couldn’t handle it, anyway. He shuffled forward, wedging his knees under your thighs. He took his cock in hand and slid it in, since you were already open from sitting on Genji just before. He pulled your legs around his body to hook in the notches of his waist.
He leaned in close and bared his fangs to you. “Are you ready for your punishment?”
You barely got a nod in before he tightened his grip on your thighs and started thrusting into your slicked pussy. Hanzo’s stomach muscles rolled with each thrust. His lips opened an inch to allow him to breathe heavily, already losing himself in how your were tight around his cock. Yet he also kept himself in control. This was your ‘punishment,’ after allm Genji amused himself by watching your writhing hips and screaming mouth for a few noisy minutes. The slapping of your bodies echoed off the bedroom walls. Then Genji inserted his fingers in your wide-open mouth. Like a well-trained pet, you closed your lips around his fingers and sucked.
He pressed a little deeper. You gagged and spluttered. You wouldn’t be struggling to take his fingers like this if Hanzo wasn’t fully occupying you with this cock, Genji thought.
“Don’t be so rough, Hanzo,” Genji chided.
“You have said before,” he paused to growl viciously and redoubled his efforts to thrust into your heat, maintaining eye contact with his brother, “that’s how she likes it.”
The realization appeared on Genji’s face before he gave a toothy grin and chuckled. Hanzo remembered the first time they took you to their home in the woods. He closed the distance between them, leaning over you, and returning Hanzo’s glare.
“You are coming along nicely, Hanzo,” he purred.
They broke eye contact to lock lips for a passionate moment. It stretched on until Hanzo pulled back away and gave him a meaningful look that also stretched until Genji caved.
“Alright, alright,” he muttered.
Hanzo gave you a breather while Genji took his place kneeling over your chest to present you his cock. A dribble of precum dangled in front of your lips.
“Be a good girl…”
You glared at him, but your head was hazy with pleasure. You were easily won over, and your lips parted an inch. Genji took a mile and pushed the rest of the way in until the head hit your tongue and smeared precum across it on the way to the back of your throat. You were used to this. You swallowed once before relaxing your throat and letting him inside. Genji smiled, seeing your lips stretched around his thickness.
What seemed like hours passed, long segments of time punctuated by the wild twitching of your hips when Hanzo forced you to orgasm, because he knew just how to rub your clit by now. Whether you thought you could handle it or not, that wasn’t his concern right now.
It was Hanzo’s opinion that Genji shouldn’t get his turn. Genji’s reverent petting of the strip of leather around your neck was enough. The younger demon was in love with the idea that you had matching collars, and babbled almost feverishly about it while fucking your mouth. Hanzo got tired of listening to this quickly.
You had had enough punishment, he decided. He hooked two thick, strong fingers into Genji’s collar and twisted his fist, much like you did earlier. But with much more force. He even pulled Genji back, forcing his back to arch, and sank his fangs into Genji’s shoulder. His cock slipped out of your mouth, and his head fell back onto Hanzo’s shoulder. He loudly moaned his release into the ceiling, warm spurts of seed landing on your face. Hanzo, likewise, moaned into Genji’s neck. He was cumming inside you, warming your insides.
Genji continues to lean against Hanzo, panting and coming down from his high.
“Hanzo.”
Hanzo bites down harder, and Genji yelps.
“But I like that,” he playfully reminds Hanzo.
Hanzo takes his teeth from Genji’s skin and pulls out of you gently. Genji gets off you. He laughs at your gelatinous state, sweaty, dazed, and splayed on the bed.
“Look at this mess you made, Hanzo. Now I am going to have to clean it up.”
“Like you mind.”
“I don’t,” Genji boasts.
He takes long laps, consuming the sticky pile of cum. You watch him, not about to do anything else. Hanzo is smoothing his hair back. They’re about to leave you to rest. That’s when you can’t help the arrogant words that come out of your mouth.
“Is that it?”
Get stops mid-lick and lifts his head to stare you down.
“That was a mistake,” he said.
Genji turned to convince to Hanzo to lay into you again, but he was one step ahead.
Hanzo firmly shoved Genji aside. The elder brother’s grey facial features were set in grim, determined lines. His eyes belied his desire, glaring brightly. He flipped you over, knocking some air out of your lungs with an ‘oof.’
Hanzo’s cock fits perfectly. Slides into place like a worn key belonging to an equally worn lock. You’re sore down there in the general area, but you don’t care. He’s enough of a gentleman to start slow. And deep, to make sure you feel all the texture of his cock sliding against your abused and sensitive insides.
Hanzo gives you one quick thrust as a warning. You whine and reach a hand forward, as if to crawl away. His hand, strong and thick-fingered, hooks into the collar and tugs. It chokes a bit.
“No,” you said, leaving your mouth open and tongue peeking over your bottom lip.
“Then sit still.”
“Hanzo, Hanzo!” Genji’s voice comes from behind and to the right of you. “I have an idea.”
“Let’s hear it. This one has earned it,” he says, referring to you.
He slows his thrusts to the gentle speed from before, giving you some relief. If not for the collar, you would be melted into a human puddle on the bed at his knees.
Genji runs his hand up your side. Evidentally, they had finished their discussion and agreed to his plan. Whatever it is. Hanzo lets go of the collar and removes his cock from your heat. That’s confusing, and Genji distracts you by taking your face in his hands. He nips at your lips with his dull front teeth, seeking entrance. You share slow, deep kisses, strangely romantic for the hard-and-fast demon. He pulls your arms around his shoulders, looping his own around your waist. There’s some wiggling, but he ends up underneath you, with you straddling his hips. The heat between you is mounting, the two of you grinding against each other. You push your breasts against his chest, seeking stimulation for your erect nipples. Hanzo only interrupts to lift your hips, spread your parts, and insert Genji’s length into you. You sit back somewhat to ride Genji in earnest, but Hanzo pushes you back down. Okay, you’re totally up for more making out.
Hanzo catches your hips as you’re mid-ride on Genji’s cock. You tense up something fierce when something slick and warm prods between your cheeks. A lot of complaining on your part, and a lot of promising to go slowly and gently on Hanzo’s part later, and he is pushing his erection into your ass.
You don’t deny the pleasure you feel at being filled and stretched in two sensitive places (your mouth doesn’t count). The nerves lining both orifices are lit up, and they fluttered involuntarily around both shafts. Giving them gentle, welcoming squeezes.
“Hold still,” Hanzo reminds you sternly.
Genji’s eyes wander around the room in boredom. You’re tense, annoyed. You slip your fingers in his collar and twist the leather carelessly, taking it out on him.
Also, you know he likes it.
“You’ve always been one of the tougher humans,” Hanzo remarks when he is all the way inside you.
He says that, but you’re afraid to move. You’re frozen in place and fisting your other hand in Genji’s black shirt.
He takes in your expression, and is the actually the one to say, “We may have gone too far.”
Hanzo grunts. “Really?”
You’re shocked. Then angry.
“No,” you say, smacking Genji’s chest. “Fuck me! Just…gently.”
Hanzo is smiling, but you don’t see it. He complies. You can’t believe you feel the sensations you are in the place they are coming from, and it has you sinking mindlessly down onto Genji’s chest. He soon joins Hanzo with own gentle upward movements. Your hand is slack inside Genji’s collar. He lets it go, because right now everything is okay. He’s still got his dick in you, after all. The heavy breathing from the demons, the quiet moans from you, and the gentle smacks of their bodies on yours. It all has you cumming quickly, with you having no choice in the matter.
Your mind blanks. You’re vaguely aware of them still using you for their own ends. You hope they finish soon. They do, and they remove themselves from you slowly and with care.
Hanzo makes plans to visit the bathhouse in his human form and then go charm your boss into giving you a day off first thing in the morning.
“She better be in the middle of a restful sleep when I get back. No more rounds.”
And with that, Hanzo was gone. Genji murmured to himself spitefully.
“I can take care of someone in more ways than one.”
You didn’t hear him from the ringing in your ears. Genji didn’t seem to notice and took one of your face cloths, wet it, and wiped the sticky remains from your body. He took care, lifting your legs or rolling you over when he needed to, not making you move at all. That’s not to say he didn’t flick gently at your nipples or squeeze the swell of your buttcheek when his hands passed by them. He was still Genji. You grumbled at him, and he laughed softly in reply.
Then it was time for Genji’s teleporting ability to come in handy. He grabbed a bucket from the house and went to work stealing bucketsful of water from hot springs in the woods. The Shimada brothers didn’t usually like to stoop to serving others, but he was pleased with his ability to get the water back before it cooled. With the bath ready, he lifted you into it. You could feel the perfectly warm water already sapping your remaining strength and replacing it with a heavy sleepiness.
“Soap,” you stated wearily, holding out a hand.
Genji placed a bar with his favourite scent in your palm. Then he went to the bed to wind down and eventually sleep on it. It was daytime, after all. You went to work cleaning your sweaty self. You think you got everything.
Turns out you fell asleep in the tub. Hanzo came home, found you slipping down into the water, and woke you up by yelling at Genji.
They were both grumbly at each other. But they listened to you when you said you would like to sleep between them.
Oni Genji’s lover would have to be fearless, stubborn, and not take any of his shit. A weaker s/o would be seen as a pet rather than a mate, and as powerful as Genji is, he wants his partner to be strong enough to defend their rank. That he chose you, a human, to be the mate of a powerful demon speaks volumes about how strong you are.
Strength of will and compassion are key among traits that Genji appreciates in you. He loves that you aren’t afraid of him and that you understand where he’s coming from. As a fairly young Oni, he does not harm the innocent and instead punishes evildoers to atone for the deeds he committed in his human life. If you can look past the monstrous visage and love the broken soul underneath, Genji will be yours forever.
He appreciates the simple things in life, like dozing in bed with you in his arms, or even sitting in the garden drinking some coffee in the morning. He doesn’t do grand gestures of affection any longer, and he prefers to show his adoration in smaller, subtler ways. He doesn’t want to paint a bigger target on your back, even though he’s fairly distant from Oni society.
Oni Genji will attempt to prolong your life through linking souls with you and cashing in favours from higher ranking Oni. He refuses to lose you after waiting a century to finally find you.
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Although he knows he cannot impregnate you while you’re human, he can’t help but cum in you every chance he gets. Genji won’t cum on your face or stomach and refuses to pull out even if you beg him to. No condom for him either since he can’t contract or pass on STIs.
He’s very rough with you all the time because he knows you can take it. Be it wrenching you from the bed to pin you face first against the wall or pulling your legs over your head to expose you to his roaming tongue, you better be ready. When he’s impatient or angry, he’ll do the bare minimum to get you ready before he penetrates you roughly. His cock is ridged and barbed in an inherently inhuman way, and is enough to make you cum hard even without his wandering hands.
Fighting and wrestling turns Genji on like no other. He expects you to struggle and fight him as you fuck. Bite him, scratch him, roll his over so you can wrap your hands around his neck while you fuck him; it’ll only rile him up more. He’ll definitely return the favour, marking your neck, shoulders and chest in a motley of bruises and scratches left from his fangs and claws.
Aftercare is a big thing for the two of you after such a wild bout of sex. Slow, sensual healing brings the two of you back to earth, making you fall deeper in love with him. He’ll slowly caress the marks he left on you, and before you fall asleep you can see him cup his hands over your bite-marks with a tender smile on his face.
Hi, lovely! ❤️ Since you didn’t specify an “era”, I’m writing this from the perspective of post-Overwatch, after he’s made peace with himself. Thank you so much for being patient while I finished this up. Hope you enjoy! NSFW below the cut!
It was overwhelming, having to process what was about to happen. To cope, you had a laser-focus on your father. His face. His expression. The slightly pursed lips and intense stare into your eyes as the officiant spoke. You don’t remember what they looked like. You said the words Genji told you to. You barely got them out in your dream-like state. Then all of a sudden you were done, and you threw the officiant a quick smile in thanks as Genji led you back out. You tightened your grip around your now-husband’s hand. A glimmer of hope and a thrill at eloping after tossing your life aside made your stomach do an excited flip. You both got back on the plane to Japan.
Genji’s first choice was originally Nepal. The peaceful village at the foot of the mountain where he lodged with Zenyatta at one point. It was home to him. The villagers wouldn’t have judged. They would have helped. But he knew in his gut that wasn’t the best place for you. There wasn’t much in the way of medical facilities, and Japan was home for you. It used to be for him, too. It felt like a lifetime ago since he lived there.
Arriving at Narita Airport, Tokyo, he felt himself fall back down into the dark place he was in while part of Blackwatch. He felt judging eyes on him as he led you through the airport. He wished people wouldn’t stand so close as you collected your baggage. He almost lost it when the customs agent gave him hassle over his Nepali passport. He even wore clothing to look less suspicious, but it didn’t help.
He was clearly Japanese, why did he have one of those? the agent had wondered.
Genji bore this to get you inside the country. Once inside, he took you to a tourist hostel because it was cheap. He checked you in as husband and wife under a fake name. With Genji’s face mostly covered, no one could easily ascertain the age difference between you.
Genji had meagre savings. He spent most of his money keeping you fed. You fussed over his health. That he was obviously stressed, and you hadn’t seen him eat. Your hormones surged, and you tried to comfort him with quick and dirty blowjobs.
“Wives take care of their husbands,” you told him, pulling his dick out in the hostel room.
It’s not that your father didn’t want you to. He was just consumed with guilt that he did this to you. Got you pregnant. And he had to take you out of Overwatch just because he couldn’t keep his urges under control. But the way you furiously rubbed your clit while sucking his cock had him cumming so quickly. Your father bit down on his lip, keeping a lid on his groan. He did feel better after you swallowed, but he excused himself to buy a pack of cigarettes to further de-stress. Smoking was an old habit that he swore he would never start again. But here he was.
Your father had told you that he went out to eat. He promised he would get some food in him. You relaxed yourself by admiring the view of Tokyo. Genji picked a good hostel. The room was small, undecorated, but it was cute. It gave the impression of no wasted space with its two sets of simple bunkbeds, small sofa, and smaller table with chair. The outward-facing wall was itself an impressive window. The streets directly below were lined with stout, angular office buildings. Orange cranes were spread all over the city. Seems a lot of construction was being done. Skyscrapers jutted out against the sky in the distance. Night fell, and they were all lit up. It was amazing.
Genji returned, but he didn’t make a noise until he spoke your nickname, unconsciously using his ninja skills.
“‘Tousan?” you said, turning around. “Did you eat?”
“Yes.”
It was the truth. Still, his eyes were sunken, darting away every so often, looking for intruders that he knew weren’t there. The corners of his lips curled downward more sharply than before.
There was something unspeakably upsetting about it. You relied on your father for so much of your life lately. Love, sex, food, shelter. Comfort. You don’t know where you’d be if he couldn’t provide those things. Genji read your face before you could hide how you felt.
He took a step toward. “We will be fine.” He offered his hand. “Come on. Do you want to walk around a bit?”
You gave him a small smile and walked with him to the elevator. You chatted on the ride down about being back in Japan. How it felt familiar for you but still sorta weird.
“Oh! Let’s get sushi!” you exclaimed, when you got to the street.
Genji chuckled.
“Let me find some work first.”
“Sure, ‘Tousan.”
Your father wrapped his hand around the far side of your head to pull you in for a kiss on your cheek, giving you that tiny, uplifting thrill. My daddy loves me.
“Don’t let anyone hear you call me that,” he whispered.
Oh, right. You were supposed to be man and wife. But you took a step away and spun around, holding your arms out. “Who? There’s no one here.”
You had him there.
You were quiet, looking around at the tiny shops lining the street. Genji took the opportunity to pull his cigarettes from his pocket and light one.
“That was one habit I never picked up,” you said.
“Good girl,” he said, exhaling smoke out the side of his mouth.
“You’ll quit for the baby?”
He nodded.
“This is just until we find our footing.”
You nodded back.
“Hey,” you said after a minute of silence.
“Hmm?”
“Do you wear that, uhhh, cover,” you gestured to your lower body, “when you wear pants? Or do you go commando or whatever?”
“I am wearing it. Why?”
The end of the cigarette lit up orange as he inhaled through it.
“Maybe you shouldn’t…”
You walked closer, fell to your knees, and pawed at his thighs pleadingly.
“Can I suck it again? Daddy?”
Genji eyed you. He should have said no, but you just wanted to help. He shouldn’t push you away.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he said, while loosening the plate keeping his cock tucked away and safe. He pushed his pants down just enough.
His cock was half-hard already from your words. He held your chin and fed his cock into your hungry mouth. Your daddy saw the glaze come over your eyes and started to thrust lazily into your mouth, taking hard drags on the cigarette. Panting the smoke out his nose and pursed lips.
Genji’s public kink made this quick and easy. He made the face that signalled his end, and you eyed him triumphantly with the ego-boost one gets from victories over their parents. You swallowed his cum, then made a face, tongue hanging out. Gross. He chuckled and took you back to the hostel.
You couldn’t escape the smell of smoke within the confines of the elevator. You stepped away and lightly punched his arm. Then shook your hand, because that stung from hitting his armour.
“’Tousan, you stink.”
You expected a quip back, but he deflated and apologized softly. You raised your eyebrows.
“That’s all you got?”
He gave you a ghost of one of his usual smirks.
“I may be your husband, but I am also your father. It’s early bedtime for you, with no blowjobs for dinner.”
You giggled. “Really?” He really just said that?
“Really.”
“Alright, then,” you said, rolling your eyes.
Genji pulled you close as you left the elevator to head to the room.
“You seem to think that you can get away with much since we got here,” he growled quietly, but not terribly unkindly.
“’Tousan,” you whispered back meekly. “We don’t have to hide our relationship here,” you explained.
It was freeing. You’d been poor before. You could handle that. Hiding your true feelings was worse. He stopped you just in front of the hostel room door. He made you face him, looked into your eyes with his concerned, dark ones.
“We do have to hide. Tracking is one of the basic skills of an assassin. I am surprised your uncle hasn’t found us yet.” Genji unlocked the door and went inside, with you following. “In fact, we should move on tomorrow.”
“But-”
“No!” he all but yelled. Your father saw how dejected you looked. That was the closest he had come to yelling at you. “You don’t understand,” Genji continued. He hugged you to his body. “Sorry about the yelling. I’m stressed.”
The embrace blissfully stretched on and melted any stress from both your bodies. After a few minutes, you squeezed his waist.
“Daddy, you know what relieves stress…?”
He groaned.
“I raised a slut.”
You nodded wholeheartedly. “You did.” This was his fault.
He sighed. “What I must put up with…”
You got grins and aroused growls from your father when you suggested he take you pressed against the window. He discarded his crotch plate onto the carpet. His hips ground against your ass as you leaned with your forearms against the large window. You gazed at the city surrounding the hostel, lit up and alive in the night.
“I needed this,” he breathed. “You are right.”
Still grinding, his cool hands ran up and down your sides. They reached your breasts, squeezing them hard in big handfuls. Making your breathing heavy.
“Daddy, I needed this, too.
You needed that connection only created by lovemaking. A dick in your mouth isn’t the same as a dick in your cunt, not by far. With that, you took off your top and bra. Your father pulled down your bottoms and underwear, you stepping out of them. He ran his hands down your body one last time at the sight of you standing naked at the window for the whole city to see. Admiring the curves of your silhouette.
The warm, slick tip of his cock poked at your ass cheek.
"Daddy needs a favour,” he asked, gripping your hips. “I need you to take me without any prep.”
“Go ahead, Daddy.” You rubbed your ass back against his bobbing erection subserviently.
“I’ll go slow, My Beautiful.”
You looked back over your shoulder to watch the concentration as he spread your cheeks to fit the head just inside. The tip thrust shallowly in and out, getting you used to the stretch. You caught yourself from melting to the floor. Genji worked his way deeper inside you. You whined a bit from the stretch, but you made sure to mutter, “Don’t stop.”
Genji set a medium pace once he was satisfied with the depth he reached. Your expression was sleepy, listening to the gentle tap of his hips against your rear.
“I love you, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
Genji pulled your hips back, making you stand on tip-toes or fall. He was in love with your curves and nudity glowing in the light of the room against the darker backdrop of Tokyo.
“This is your new punishment. Stay standing until I’m done with you. Or if you cum first. I’m not a mean daddy.”
The window had multiple smudgy handprints on it from multiple attempts to find balance and also reach your clit. Your tense, shaky thighs were ready to give in, but you hadn’t finished yet.
“Daddy,” you pleaded, breath fogging the window in a small circle in front of your face.
“Cum, and we can stop, Beautiful.”
You groaned and let your forehead rest against the glass. How Genji could remain composed in such a situation, you didn’t know, and it wasn’t fair. It never was, but you loved it. Lived for this. Even if Ojisan found out, you’re not sure you could stop.
Genji pushed forward, wrapped his arms around your body, and thrust hard into your cunt. Your father finally showed how this was making him feel. A few low and husky moans escaped his chest before he slammed his mouth shut. Straining and gritting his teeth, “Come on, now, Beautiful Girl. It’s your bedtime.”
“No,” you squeaked.
He pushed you flush against the glass, pounding into you. His forehead rested against your shoulder. The sweat coating your body stuck you against the window. And lucky it did, too. Your feet and legs went to jelly, and your arms dangled at your sides.
“I…said…cum…”
You arched back against Genji’s body, tensing all over. He cried out as your cunt squeezed his length. His warm seed coated your insides, dribbled down a bit on your inner thighs.
You fell back onto his chest, and he caught you.
“That was better than usual,” he murmured. A few quiet, intimate moments passed before he helped you upright. “Bathtime!”
You gave that a long, drawn-out whine.
The baths were separated by sex, and you couldn’t go together. You got dressed and took a change of clothes with you to the bathing facilities. They had the more traditional way to wash yourself with the low stool and the bucket. You preferred the shower with a curtain to block out any stairs from the old ladies currently bathing. You didn’t need anyone to see the cum leaking out of you. You skipped the large, hot bath as well, assuming Genji would want you back to the room asap. The hot shower had been a such a relief, you almost cried. Heading back to the room, you could think of nothing else but going to bed.
Tomorrow, you had to leave the hostel and its pretty view. You took one last look at the bright, yellow-dotted office buildings. Everything was so far away. It made your current problems seem that way, as well.
Oh, dear anon, you’re speaking my language here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I had to do a little research on yonic massage to make sure I understood it correctly, so I hope it’s what you were looking for!! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ Thanks for being patient while I worked on this ❤️
Genji tries to teach his female SO a little bit about meditation, but she’s having some trouble. So, he suggests an alternative approach… NSFW below the cut!
Imagine you’re fast asleep. Settled all snug and warm in bed, snuggling with your darling doggy McCree. However, he’s having trouble sleeping. He’s restless but he doesn’t know why. He tosses and turns, only feeling somewhat comfortable when pressed up against you, yet he still can’t get himself to sleep. He decides to burrow himself under the covers and rest his head on your stomach. He takes a moment to listen to you breathe and this seems to calm him for a bit until he catches a whiff of your scent. Trapped under the covers, your natural scent was much stronger and McCree couldn’t help but let out a pleased growl when he got a good whiff. His tail gently thumped against the bed as he inched further down, wanting to smell from the source.
McCree gets down to your clothed sex and licks his lips in anticipation before pressing his nose against it. His body trembles as he takes a deep breath in, eyes rolling back as he lets out a relieved sigh. You smelled so good. McCree chooses to settle there, keeping his nose pressed against your crotch, his tongue occasionally darting out in an attempt to taste you.
He isn’t quite sure when he fell asleep, but he did. With his face nestled between your legs. He wakes up to find you hugging his face with your thighs, and you won’t let him go until he makes up for all the teasing he did to you last night.
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