The girls are appalled by how the men talked about them but Alucard and Trevor Overhear them talking not so clean themselves…So they get back at them with a little surprise.
“You’re going to put that inside of you and I’m going to keep the remote and give you pleasure whenever I feel like it. Maybe even tomorrow when you’re having that meeting you’ve been planning for the past week.” Fuck, he loves you so much.
It’s a good thing that the majority of his clan thinks he’s a shameless playboy and hedonist. After all, not only is it true, but it’s the only way he can get away with things like wearing a vibrating butt plug to a meeting with a local drug dealer. For some reason, a few of his enemies think that it’s frightening how he’s so willing to come to a meeting while cum-drunk – something about being fearless and daring and some bullshit that Genji doesn’t quite care to remember.
He sits gingerly and crosses his legs, something that the dealer is grateful for. Those tight pants that the younger Shimada son wears leaves nothing to the imagination, and that’s discounting the wet spot forming on it.
“Get to the point, quickly now,” Genji drawls and waves his hand, his body twitching every so often. God, this plug is amazing, he thinks with a slightly hazed mind even as he listens to the dealer talk about his bottom line and some protection fee.
The dealer is twitchy as well, though for an entirely different reason. He sputters and repeats himself while Genji remains ever calm despite the burning of pleasure in his gut and his crotch. The stark difference remains when the dealer is finally dismissed with a careless flick of the wrist, leaving the dealer alone in the room while Genji and his posse of bodyguards exit the building.
They escort him to his car, leaving him to climb inside shakily on his own. And when the door closes behind him, the ninja rests gingerly on one buttcheek and turns to see you watching him with a mischievous glint in your eye and a remote in your hand.
“Had a good meeting, my sparrow?” you purr, cranking the dial on the remote higher just as the car lurches forward. He falls onto the plug and arches his back with a high pitched moan when it jabs directly at his prostate.
“Fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck-” he whimpers and writhes his hips on the leather seats, legs spreading as wide as they can in his tight pants. The wet stain on his crotch grows larger and larger, turning the fabric almost transparent when Genji cums with a startled yelp. He rubs his thighs desperately, trying not to touch his over sensitive cock, trying to ride the crest of his slowly dying orgasm without falling onto the floor.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” your smile turns diabolic as you gently dab at the spot, pretending to help him clean up. Your sparrow chokes back a loud groan and grips you tight, unfocused eyes trying and failing to clear up.
Uhhh I felt like doing a bit of an AU :p Genji is Reader’s pet cyborg assassin. Also this turned out longer than it was supposed to be (and also not nsfw because that’s a fic and a half) sorry 😡
“Are you disappointed in me?” Genji whispers quietly, face downcast as he kneels before you. He is coated in blood, coagulated flecks of it chipping off of him as he reaches up to shuck his faceplate and helmet. The proud ninja looks cowed before you, shamed eyes locked on your boots instead of your face as he normally does.
You close your eyes at the carnage and move to his shoulder, where you grip him hard to tug him to his feet. “Get up,” you murmur quietly, pulling him away from the carnage and into your waiting drop ship. It’s heavy – the silence between the two of you, only relenting when the doors slam shut behind you and the engines whine as the ship jets the two of you back to your compound.
Genji is mum and doesn’t make an effort to break the silence, instead opting to sprawl against your legs. To bury his head against your belly as though to hide from the world. His ‘breathing’ evens out, soothing you and your own frayed nerves as you consider why he fears your disappointment. But even as you contemplate it, you don’t say a word until you have him safely ensconced in your personal quarters.
“I’m not disappointed in you,” your whispered words make him finally raise his dark eyes to yours, his body pliant as you tug him under the spray of your shower to clean him off. You know he doesn’t like you touching him when he’s still covered in gore, so you turn around to leave him to clean himself.
Much to your surprise, he stops you with a gentle hand on your wrist. The usually snarky assassin has his jaw clenched tight, though his grip remains loose as he pulls you in with him, clothes and all. You resign yourself to your wet clothes and shuck them quickly, while Genji activates the pressure jets that remove most of the blood and bits off of him in the time it takes for you to strip to your skin.
Now bare and wet as he is, you mould yourself to his back and hug him securely. The mobile pieces of his armour shift and press against you harshly, but both you and he ignore it as Genji leans back into you with an empty sigh. It is a while before either of you speak, and this time it’s Genji who cracks first.
“I should not have lost control.” His eyes are mournful as he turns around to look at you. “I should not have- You should have put that chip into me.” He speaks of the one thing that would make him a true cyborg assassin, the perfect tool for any who seek to use it. The one thing that would turn a human into a soulless machine with the press of a button.
You close your eyes mournfully and touch your forehead to his. “And what would that achieve?”
Genji swallows thickly and buries his head into the sodden crown of your head.
“I have no use for a collar that takes away the decision to serve me, to stay loyal to me.” Your words make his lips twitch ever so slightly, and upon seeing it, your own mirror it. “You obey me because you want to.” You kiss his scarred brow, caress the scratched surface of his back and armour. “You better yourself because you want to.” Your kisses descend until they press against his trembling ones. “You work to please me because it pleases you too.”
A soft whimper is muffled against your mouth and you sigh peacefully, feeling his arms circle around you until you’re engulfed in his strong embrace. “That chip is like a choke chain,” you hiss, digging your fingers into his waist until he can feel it through the synthetic flesh. “And I don’t need a choke chain, do I?”
Genji moans gently and pulls away from you with a misty stare and a tremulous, fragile smile on his face. “No,” he breathes, dropping down to his knees before you. “No.”
Your hand travels over his brow and slicks back his hair. “I don’t need that chip. You pulled yourself out of that bloodlust the moment I told you to. That you lost control means nothing to me, only that you obey me no matter the state you’re in.”
A look of understanding and peace falls across your assassin’s scarred, handsome features, and he presses a kiss against your wrist reverently. “By your will,” he moans, his palm covering your other hand as it descends to cup his jaw lovingly, “I am yours. Forever.”
Civilian AU because I can ;p Also Hanzo is a bit of a dick in this one, whoops
You’ve known for a while that your neighbour has been lusting after Hanzo. Your archer suspects it, though he’s sure that nothing will ever come of it. You, though, know better – after all, they signed up for your dragon’s archery lessons even when they have zero interest in the sport. Of course, you don’t think they’ll have the balls to try and schmooze up to him, not when you’re as intimidating as your lover.
Your possessiveness amuses and arouses Hanzo, and while he will never do anything to truly break your trust, he does flirt with danger when he stirs up that side of you.
“The curtains are always open,” he says to you one day as you’re lounging on the sofa with him. “Do you think they watch me through it? Hoping that they catch my attention?”
You freeze, your eyes slowly roving over to him with an unreadable emotion that makes him swallow thickly. Your book is set down in due course and you gently tangle your fingers in his hair to draw him close. “Are you trying to make me jealous, Hanzo?” you murmur, an edge to your tone. “We both know that you will never give them that satisfaction.”
He smiles slowly, coyly, and presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Will I?” Fingers tighten in his hair and Hanzo has to quickly bite down on a moan before it slips from his lips. I got you, he smirks internally when you haul him up by the hair and drag him to the very window he’s been talking about.
You rip off his shirt and his sweats impatiently, growling in his ear, “
Bend over the windowsill so I can fuck you and you can look outside and smile at the neighbour.” His cock bounces against his belly as he complies and spreads his legs open in eagerness, his thighs trembling as he feels you grope gently at his balls and ass.
He watches you in the reflection of the glass, uncaring if your neighbour actually sees the both of you or not. But he has to try and rile you up anyway, just because he can. And because he wants a fucking so rough that he can’t walk tomorrow. “And if they’re watching?” he groans as you wrap your hands around his neck and his cock at the same time.
“Then they can fucking watch and wish they were me,” you hiss and clamp down on his throat, feeling more than hearing the moan that wheezes past his lips. That day, Hanzo indeed gets his wish and has to call out of work in the morning, cancelling his archery class. The bruises and marks on him don’t fade when he does stumble into the range to start his lessons, and while he takes the ribbing from his colleagues like a good sport, it’s all worth it when your neighbour shows up to class with a red face and a refusal to speak to him or even have eye contact.
Hanzo smirks inwardly and wonders if he can convince you to do that again.
Sorry, couldn’t really fit this into the Doomfist fill bc there’s no way that man isn’t an alpha. So here’s pretty Lucio instead 🙂 Pardon the title, it’s my tired AF mind putting random words together.
Lucio – Not Knot, Knot Not
He trembles over you, hips stuttering as he loses his rhythm. His head buries into your neck with a cry, the dildo in his ass gaining speed as his own falters. There’s too much! Too much sensation, too much pleasure, too much everything! He needs-!
“Please! Please knot me!” he whimpers desperately into your sweat and tear soaked skin, teeth nibbling at you as he fights to get a hold on himself. He can’t cum yet! You haven’t-!
But you don’t care about that. You order him to fuck you harder, eyes glowing, and hit a button next to you. The knot in the cock inflates, tying him and the pressure immediately causes him to orgasm. Lucio screams with his head thrown back, hips bucking into yours. Cum floods into you on the third thrust; he bucks a few more times before he stops to jam himself as far inside you as possible.
He pants loudly, eyes dazed. He can’t concentrate, can’t form thoughts when your pussy grips him so blissfully. In fact, it’s massaging him, contracting and relaxing like you’re- Oh fuck!
His orgasm triggers yours and you orgasm around his still throbbing cock with a soft cry, your arms tightening around him until he’s caged in your body with your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. With your climax, your lips close tighter around the base of his cock until he’s gasping with the pressure. He’s so full and he feels like you’re engulfing him entirely.
“P-please-!” Lucio’s not sure what he’s begging for, if anything at all, but all he knows is that the feeling of you clenching him so tightly is going to make him cum again. His balls draw up against his body and he has to gasp as he cums again, this time lesser than before but still filling you up.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’m dripping with your seed,” you hiss in his ear as your pussy locks him inside you. “Don’t think that just because you don’t have a knot means you can escape.”
Lucio can’t do anything but whimper and twitch his hips helplessly. That knot in his ass and your pussy around his cock is quickly turning his entire body and mind to mush. Fuck, he didn’t even think about leaving but now that he knows you’re not going to let him go? That’s the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
Your hands distract him quickly, nails biting into his back and ass and that cock in his ass whirs to life again, thrusting and pulling on the ring of muscles in his ass until he’s breathless and about ready to cum again.
Under him, you giggle at his unseeing eyes and drooling mouth, at how he’s just about ready to collapse onto you as he’s forced in and out of your pussy by the machine. At how he cums with a weak moan and throws himself against you reflexively to shove his cum as deep into you as he can.
With gentle hands, you throw his dreads over his shoulder and cradle his head against yours as you coo into his ear. Only a few more orgasms to go before you can let him go.
Lucio wheezes pathetically, his cock hardening again inside you. He thinks you might fuck his heat right out of him tonight.
Thank you! Sorry for the wait, but here are some headcanons/prose things for you!
Lucio – Prostate Milking + Overstimulation
Lucio loves loves loves it when you milk him, particularly after a long dry spell where he isn’t allowed to cum at all. There’s just something about you pulling all the cum from his balls without his control that drives him mad.
His favourite position to be milked is on his hands and knees on the floor. Bondage optional, but if you tie him up, make sure to put a spreader bar between his knees and to tie his hands way over his head. The feeling of being spread open for your gaze and having his own face on the floor does something to him. Something that takes him nearly to the edge and he has to beg for some time to collect himself before you continue.
Two fingers is the sweet spot for Lucio, partly because it’s like a tease of the stretch he can take and partly because he loves it when your other fingers rub at his perineum. Slow circles and rubbing on his prostate makes him wiggle and pant for more, but finger fucking him makes him rock his hips back and swear under his breath.
“Oh god, oh god fuck yes! Right there! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!” Lucio has the sweetest moans and even when he’s swearing he sounds so precious that you keep on fucking him even after he’s starting to scream.
“Yes! YES YES YES oh god keep fucking me! Moremoremoremore~!” When he fucks himself on your hand, his movements are so graceful even during such a filthy act. His hips roll hypnotically and the muscles on his back ripple under his smooth tanned skin. So much so that maybe you would be tempted to mark up his back, just to show who he belongs to.
Ah, but Lucio’s favourite part is yet to come, because when he finally faces that precipice, he begs you in his shrillest voice to let him cum. “Oh please let me cum! Your fingers feel so fucking good, oh fuuuuck please let me cum!” His cock is throbbing by now, a red hot brand that slaps against his belly with every rock of his hips.
When he cums, it’s with a loud scream of your name and desperate bucks of his hips that cause your fingers to slip out of him. He whimpers at the loss, wriggles his hips to coax you back, and then sighs in rapture as you stuff three fingers into him and grab his cock with your free hand.
He’s screaming, pleading, praying as you set his body aflame with desire and pain. He can’t cum anymore, he’s done, he’s tired, he can’t-!
But he can. He must, because you don’t let up until Lucio is literally trying to crawl away from you and your magic hands. Cum, white and sticky, coats the floor under him and floods his senses with the musky scent of sex. It smears on his belly, his thighs, as he struggles and writhes around in overstimulation. He shrieks as you focus on his prostate and the head of his cock, entire body stilling and locking up as pleasure assaults his mind again.
Mouth left agape, he drools onto the floor and cries silently, his form shaking with weakness even as he orgasms one last time. His cock is raw and half-hard, his ass puffy and slick, and his balls twitched as the last of him cum is drained from him.
Unfortunately, his ordeal is far from over. Surely that puddle of cum could be bigger, couldn’t it?
Changing things up a little by calling McCree ‘McCree’ instead of ‘Jesse’.
It turns you on how much McCree loves fucking you from behind. How much it gives him the illusion of control when in reality you hold the reins – literally. The leather of his leash is pulled taut over your shoulder, forcing him to blanket himself over you and fuck you that way in order to prevent being choked by his already tight collar.
“May I cum, master?” he groans through heaving pants in your ear, his legs trembling from the two orgasms he already dumped into your hungry pussy. “Oh god, I can’t-!” His arms shake on either side of your shoulders and his elbows buckle, inadvertently putting more weight on you that you bear graciously.
Laughingly you oblige, twining your hand in his thick hair to drag him to your lips. To swallow his drunken cries as your own orgasm milks his for what little is left in his clenching balls. You don’t feel the warmth of his orgasm now, not through the seed that coats you inside and out, that slides down his own thighs from how hard he’s been fucking you.
Thoroughly winded, McCree slumps on top of you carefully, still trying to brace his weight on his trembling limbs to avoid crushing you to the bed. He barely groans when you pull yourself away slowly, mind already hazy and his vision darkening.
Unfortunately for him though, you’re not done with him yet. You guide his weak body onto the bed and roll him on his back, tucking a pillow under his now heavy head. Then, with him all comfy, you straddle his face and tug at his collar to get his attention, what little he has left to give, that is.
“You’re forgetting something, doggy,” you murmur, stroking his hair with your free hand as you lower your cum slick labia onto his lips. “Lick up the mess you made.”
McCree moans his acknowledgement and sluggishly wraps his arms around your hips and thighs to bring you closer, his clever tongue cleaning up and around your aching hole.
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