Tag: sub!reader

Day 17 v.2 – Collaring

“I am going to make you mine,” Genji said.

“I’m already yours,” you said sleepily. Contentedly.

Your legs relaxed open and fell to the bed from his waist. If Genji was a cat, he’d purr smugly. His cybernetics whined quietly as he bent down kiss up your neck and place a kiss on your cheek with a soft smacking sound. His lips tickled up your skin, little bursts of happiness mirrored inside.

He continued to rain kisses all over your face and neck, making you giggle and squirm. He was supremely happy with the heavenly haze he put you in. He had made love to you until he coaxed your body to its peak and watched you light up with pleasure.

Then he chose to stick close until you will inevitably come down from your high. You were safe and emotionally anchored with your master, so close. You put your hand to his bicep and held on.

Genii smiled and rolled over to your side and continued to gaze at you with his warm, brown eyes. You plastered yourself to his side out of habit, tucking your knee up across him.

“So needy,” he murmured.

He stretched a hand towards the bedside table, seeking your present. It was with some trepidation that he took the thin strip of black leather in his metal fingers. You wouldn’t refuse. He had no reason to worry.

“I have something for you.”

A smile overtook your face.

“Really?!”

“Yes,” he replied, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

You stretched your neck, offering it up for the collar. Once it was hugging your skin–and you tugged on it to check it wasn’t too tight–you instantly felt safer. Relief. You had found a place you belonged. You curled tighter against the solid presence of Genji’s body. His hand was a comforting weight on your back.

Day 17 – Collaring

This isn’t collaring in the traditional dom/sub sense, but how could I not write something for the hybrid au? Reader is the hybrid, but it’s up to you what kind, and whether McCree is a baddie or not.

“No!” you shouted.

“C’mon,” your new owner, Jesse said. “It’s fer your own good.”

Jesse McCree had you caged against the floor of your new home. He straddled your waist, without actually applying pressure. Being gentle, but firm. You kept your hands around your neck, blocking his attempts to put a collar around your neck. It was leather, the colour matching his favourite chaps.

The sentiment was lost on you, who wanted freedom. You kicked your legs against the floor and bucked. Jesse oof’d as your stomach bumped his crotch.

“I only want to take care ah you,” he insisted.

“I don’t want to be taken care of!”

You shook your head wildly. Wiggling onto your side, you put your forearms to the tile and start scrambling.

“C’mon now, you’re not a worm…!”

You got a couple feet away before he grabbed your waist. He slid you back towards him. Your shirt rode up, and you squeaked on the cold tile. Jesse put his knee to your back, along with some of his weight. Your whole front was pressed to the ground. Your adrenaline spiked, and you thrashed.

Jesse was considered a fantastic shot for a reason, though. He predicted your movements before you made them and took a shot. Your movements died down when you felt the soft underside of the leather hugging your neck.

“Let me know if that’s too tight for ya,” he said, standing up.

You stared at his boots as he walked away from you, wondering if you could really get away from this one.

Day 13 – Gags

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So tight…that I think I might just…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Genji laughed. It was true.

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

“Will do,” said Genji.

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

Day 9 – Bondage

“Awake, Slave?”

A voice with a soft volume, but an edge to its tone, brought you to better awareness.

Genji nudged at your shoulder with his foot.

“You need to provide your services,” his voice grew louder as he descended onto one knee beside you, “to your master.”

The cloth gag in your mouth meant you didn’t have to answer with the proper words. With proper respect. You lifted your cheek from the rug, then let it back down. Genji was walking around your body to near your hips.

He lifted a foot and let it rest on your ass cheek, near where your hands were tied behind your back. His applied more pressure, pressing the green knobs on the bottom of his feet into the thick flesh. You twitched your muscles, the knobs causing discomfort.

“Fine. I won’t,” Genji said, disappointed.

“Still,” he mused, “you are only worthy of being at my feet.”

They appeared in front of your nose.

“Kiss them.”

He can’t be serious.

Yet, you did. You worked your lips around the gag and reached them out to give his grey ‘toes’ a tentative kiss. What dirt you were, on the floor. You lay waiting for your master’s next order, a warm haze settling on your mind.

“Again.”

And so you did. He could have ordered you forty times to kiss his feet, and you would have mindlessly obeyed. Applied your lips all over the front where the cute little cleft was.

“Let’s see if you will go farther…”

Genji had you suck on his artificial ‘toes.’ When he pulled his foot away, a string of saliva was attached. You whipped your tongue out to lick it clean.

Genji chuckled. “You are dirty.” He crouched next to you again to whisper. “But you like it that way, don’t you?”

His words turned you on and made you feel sick at the same time. Yet, you were excited when he stepped between your legs and nudged them apart with his feet.

You closed your eyes and sighed. He was petting your sensitive entrance with the toe of his foot. It felt so good that you could ignore the sick feeling. Your cunt lubed itself quickly. You heard the lewdness of his stimulations and tensed up around his toes.

“Slave,” he warned.

Genji was about to scold you, but hearing him speak to you at all was enough for you to be more at ease. You relaxed around his intrusion. He resumed the petting.

“You are doing well.”

Genji sounded pleased with you, and it when to your head. Without using it, you rocked your hips back against his foot, seeking more of the sensation.

“Ahhhhh,” the air escaped his lungs as a lustful sigh. His modesty plate thunked to the floor. “You are such a good slave. I deem you worthy of my cock.”

Sadly, Genji took his foot away. It was soaked with your wetness. Genji knelt between your legs. He pulled your hips up into position. He gave himself a few quick strokes at you laying there, just for him to use.

Genji gave short thrusts into your needy cunt, working his way inside.

“Do I give you purpose, My Toy?” He exhaled, your soft and warm heat engulfing his cock in the best way. “You exist just to please me, don’t you?”

You groaned, feeling complete while filled by your master. Genji started slow for a few thrusts, then picked up speed. The lewd sounds were louder now.  You clenched around his cock at hearing them.

“You…please me…”

Genji’s voice was strained, breathy. He was speeding towards his end. His hands hit the rug on either side of you. He rutted into you hard, his body curved over yours. You screamed moans into the gag, soaking it with drool.

Genji took a hand off the rug and slipped it under to ravage your clit, forcing you to cum with him. He swore to himself as your cunt squeezed his cock rapidly.

He sat up and pulled out. Fingers spread your cheeks to let him see you stuffed with his cum.

“Hey. Hey,” Genji said softly. He caressed all the skin he could reach. “Are you alright?”

You hummed long and half-heartedly, totally spent and sweaty. He laughed at your sorry state and rose to free you and take care of you.

Day 5 – Feet

Well, being stepped on.

Amelie mock gasped. “Did that sting?”

Yes, it did. The black, sandal heel on the bottom of her foot felt like a gouge into your soft skin. Soft, from her buttering your skin with lotion and salves after the last session.

She had just one shoe on the middle of your back and pressed it down once. Testing. You lay on the floor, of course. Only the floor was fitting for such a naughty girl. You dug your fingernails into the carpet at the heel cutting gently into your skin.

Amelie put her weight on her foot to left the other off the floor. You groaned quietly, some of the air being pushed out of your lungs. You could still breath easily, however. The toe of the strappy heel hovered delicately in the air. The sniper’s side curved inward prettily, stopped at her waist, and flared out in shape of her hips. She held all these parts perfectly still and graceful, as if mid-step in a dance.

She didn’t lift her arms above her head, though. She stared, unblinking and uncaring down at your naked body with her yellow eyes. You, the naughty one, in sharp pain.

Not that she cared. And that’s what made your clit pulse. You wouldn’t have minded if she pushed the toe of her shoe into your pussy, but she wouldn’t. The shoes cost too much, she said.

“I don’t know why you enjoy this. I suppose that makes you more pathetic,” she said with a deceptively pleased lilt.

She wasn’t pleased; she was amused. A tiny smile curved her lips. It was something you lived to see, because it was so rare. But you couldn’t see it right now. Still, were high on being beneath her feet. At your countess’s mercy.

Amelie muttered to herself in French, purposefully so you couldn’t understand, disappointment dragging her tone down. Suddenly, she lowered the other shoe onto your back. She towered, rigid-backed, over your prone form, claiming you anew after your transgression. She lifted the glass of wine into the air before her, swirling the liquid. She ignored your presence to sniff the aroma that met her delicate little nose. Treated like the dirt on the floor you were, your thoughts trailed off pleasantly.

Amelie rocked back on her heels, making them cut into you again. They were going to leave red marks in your skin, and you loved that. Because she was going to smooth lotion on your back after, with as much love as she could muster in her cold hands. She purred to you praising words while she did so. It was amazing how caring she could be, for a literal cold-blooded killer.

Could I have a fem!sub!SO and dom!Genji with some kitten play? Maybe with some collaring, leashes and praise / loving humiliation (if that makes sense)?

ivymarquis:

K I’m not gonna lie, I got no freaking
idea how to accurately write petplay or
humiliation so like… there was an attempt.

Pairing; Genji x Reader

Porn to Plot Ratio; Plot? What plot?

Word count; 333

Tags; Kitten play, humiliation, praise

Summary; Being a well respected professional in your work life is fine and all, but there’s comfort in handing the reins over to someone else.

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Your Lady

You knelt where you belonged, next to your Dame’s chair as she sat at the kitchen table. Pastries decorated the surface. You leaned against the side of her leg, gazing up at the side profile of her pretty face. Her adorable little nose and lovely, red hair. At your warm touch, Brigitte glanced down at you with a small smile on her lips and brighter smile in her eyes. She rubbed your upper arm and went back to eating, shoving the last bite of her semla in her mouth and chewing. Her eyes closed in bliss, and you smiled at her happiness.

“We should have gotten more!” boomed Reinhardt across the table. “Zis will not be enough.”

“As if we can’t just get more,” said Brigitte.

“I could get some if you want, Meine Dame,” you offered.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, waving away your offer. It was just nice that you offered. She takes a small plate from the table and leans over to place it in front of you. “I know you like the ones with jam.” She then handed you a small fork. “No need to eat like an actual dog, Sötnos." 

The plate had a sweet bun on it, cut in half and filled with a thick layer of whipped cream and jam under the cream. You angled the fork to cut a piece off the pastry. Whipped cream squeezed out the sides when you applied pressure. You made an effort to stuff the messy piece into your mouth.

You reached up to your face to wipe the whipped cream off.

"Mm-mm,” gently scolded Brigitte.

You lifted your cheek towards her, and she sucked the cream off with sweet, noisy kisses and loving hums.

“Ah, young love,” gushed Reinhardt.

Brigitte straightened up in her chair to regard him cheerfully. “I’m still surprised you’re okay with this.”

Reinhardt scoffed and bit into his cinnamon roll. “Habeenuz duhzen’t bohzer me,” he said, chewing.

“Ha!” She grinned and flung her ponytail over her shoulder.

“Besides,” he continued, “zere’s nothing wrong going on here.”

Meine Dame: My lady
Sötnos: Sweetnose

The Dragon’s Naughty Pet Ch 2

@poutypanic 

You opened your mouth to receive Hanzo’s cock, but he tutted at you. He leaned forward, bent at the waist, so that his cock was out of reach. The shadows made his brown eyes look black. But they still shined ominously at you.

“You did not say it.”

He made you ask for it, and you loved that. You shifted in your seat again, more restlessly. Hanzo hadn’t even touched you properly yet, but you were already squirming for his dick. You already had that ache, wanting him to shove you to the floor and fuck you deep as he could until you screamed right here in the hall.

“Hanzo…”

You struggled to form a sentence, dumb from your need. Also, because you were hoping Hanzo would think for you.

“Yes?”

You saw the beginnings of a smirk at the side of his lips.

“I want it,” you said. “I want your dick.”

“Good girl.”

He smiled for real. This was the first thing you had done that pleased him. You had to see that smile again, as if your life depended on it.

“You have earned one lick.”

You whined. He was holding back on purpose. He gently applied the head of his cock to your lips, and you opened them. You licked the slippery and warm skin of the head. Hanzo smiled wider, some white teeth showing through.

“I have waited all day for this.”

“Then, Master, can I have it?” You swallowed, correcting yourself and being more specific. “Can I have your dick?”

Hanzo sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, considering your request. You hoped it tempted him greatly.

“No,” was the word that dashed your hopes. He took a step back, his face returning its previous stern self. “I changed my mind on the oral sex. Take off your pants and panties.”

There’s no way Hanzo would skip right to a dicking, but you tripped over yourself pulling your pants down. You threw your panties against the wall. They fell heavily from how wet they were. You turned around and stuck your ass in the air for him. If this wasn’t what he wanted you to do, you would hear about it. Your stomach was doing excited flips at potentially being punished again.

“Convenient. That is exactly how I want you.”

Not what you expected to hear, but maybe your previous thought was right. Your fingernails dug into the carpet as you teased yourself with imagining the head of Hanzo’s cock pressing against your cunt.

Hanzo startled you out of your dirty thoughts with a light tap to your behind.

“I want you to beg for me.” He next down on one knee to your immediate left, cock erect against his thigh. “Give me your best performance. If I deem it good enough, I will grant you what you desire.”

“And what do I want, Master?”

His hand left his erect cock to pull your hair back again.

“You’re my filthy pet. I know what you want,” he said. Then he leaned in so that his breath tickled your ear, making his voice the only sound you could focus on. “You want to skip the formality of a bed and have me fuck you right here.”

You groaned while he still held your hair, and your head, up. He straightened back up.

“I grow tired of waiting.”

Your master was impatient. You sighed, put out.

“Master,” you whined, “I want you to fuck me.”

Hanzo’s hand came down on your left cheek with the same force as the last slap he gave your face. You had earned that for holding back.

“Again!”

You frowned. You flexed your needy entrance and took a breath to say it louder.

“Master! Fuck me!”

Hanzo slapped your ass again, this time on the right cheek.

“Stop whining!”

“But Master,” you attempted with a more assertive voice.

Not enough.

“I suppose you do not want me tonight.”

Hanzo got to his feet, his dick bobbing with the movement. He walked down the hallway into the house proper.

“No, no, no, Master. Please.”

You weren’t above crawling after him at this point. You caught up to him and took hold of the hem of his pants.

In a blurr, Hanzo whipped you over onto your back. The impact knocked the thoughts from your mind, and you let them go. Hanzo got down on his knees.

He was unapologetically rough. He forced your legs open and back until you yelped in pain and then stopped. He fell onto his hands with his knees under your thighs, keeping you pinned down. You let your arms lay to your sides. All the blood rushed from your brain to your core. You lay helpless, ready to receive Hanzo’s dick.

“I will take pity on you,” he quietly seethed, “since you cannot seem to go without.”

“Yes, Master,” you confirmed obediently.

Hanzo’s fat, erect length lay between you, on top of your wet, needy core. Instead of inside of you. The top rested against your clit teasingly. You took a deep breath and willed yourself not to wiggle against him.

That got harder and harder to do because Hanzo lowered his lips to your. breast He sucked gently, savouring the softness of your dark skin, and still not fucking you, and the heartbeat between your legs pounded. You needed more.

He moved to the other nipple, grazing your hard peak over and still not fucking you. Your fingers shook.

I’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgoodI’mgood, you babbled to yourself inwardly.

He suddenly bit down, and you cried, “Master!”

“Beg for me, pathetic pet.”

“Yes, Master,” you sobbed.

You couldn’t believe your eyes when Hanzo lifted himself up just enough to penetrate your depths.

Hanzo pounded you into the floor. You let out every moan, scream, and sharp whine from jolts of pain, because if you didn’t, he would stop. He would leave. He’s done it before. You clenched on his cock as if to keep him there, and a gasp cut through the air, interrupted his steady stream of heavy breaths. Then his eyebrows came back together as he concentrated on his assault of your cunt.

“CUM!” Hanzo yelled, reaching back to smack your ass.

You let go of a yell that you hoped the neighbours heard. That your master could make you cum so hard and on command. Hanzo’s legs shook around you as your cunt milked cum from his cock.

You both panted together as he rested his cheek on your shoulder. You hesitated, but then hugged his head to you.

Then let go when he got off.

You uncurled onto the floor. Your limbs hit with heavy thuds, and the aches in your body made you groan. Hanzo knelt next to your limp body. He gathered you into his arms.

“You take the pain so well,” he said softly, “I am proud of you.” He tenderly kissed your forehead. “You were perfect.”

He got to his feet and walked down the hall to the bathroom to take care of you. Hanzo ran you a bath while you sat on the bathmat and kept a hand on his back for emotional support. He didn’t expect responsiveness from you besides the odd quiet question about what you wanted. How the temperature of the water was and which bath bomb you wanted.

You climbed into the tub and got acclimatized to the hot water. Hanzo turned to leave to get you a glass of water, but you stopped him with a hand on his arm. He let you weakly pull him into a hug. He rocked side-to-side with you until you felt secure enough to be left alone for a minute.

Christ, I just want Scion Hanzo to spank me till my ass is 50 shades of red and then finger my wet little cunt with his gloved hand.

1800areyouslapping:

Same, tbh. 

“What… have I told you about mouthing off?” Hanzo standing at your back, drinking in your precarious position, demands an answer of you. Voice low, a growl, and hot liquor laced breath in your ear as he yanks your hair back with a tight wrap of it around his fist. Your back arches, hands desperately clinging to the desk for balance.   

“Not to do it?” you answer. A bratty grin spread on your face, heavy breathing, and chest straining against the fabric of your dress shirt. With your skirt shoved up around your waist and your panties stretched across the middle expanse of your thighs, Hanzo is easily able to bring down a swift open palm onto your right bared ass cheek.

“That just earned you five more.”

You groan at the thought. You’ve already been informed that it’ll be five spanks for every eye roll, five for every sarcastic comment, and five for every time you distracted him with unnecessary finger brushes across his crotch, all the times you fiddled endlessly with the watch on his wrist while Hanzo was trying to be professional. Whispering “daddy” in his ear was the last straw, an inappropriate bulge formed at the zipper of his pants in front of important company, and abruptly you were being dragged off to be taught a lesson.

How can you be expected to help yourself? No mortal man should be allowed to look that good in a suit, carrying all the power like it was tailored to fit him.

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