A cute, needy, submissive boy whines and whimpers as he pleases himself in front of the listener. He’s enjoying himself, certainly, but the one who his body burns for is what is he really wants. He pleads with them, the craving for their touch is simply too much to ignore…
…and the listener obliges him.
Contains: Ambiguous listener (contains a mention of listener being “hot and wet” tho), cute moans, begging, a lil bit of sobbing, powerful orgasm, one of my favorite audios in a long long time.
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(Here you go! I hope you like it. I haven’t really delved into Tokoyami’s personality much so he might be out of character. I’m sorry)
-Tokoyami and you had been dating for a little over five months. You had met his parents and two baby sisters. Yet he had never met your family.
-He knew your parents were out of the picture and he wasn’t one to pry. He knew you had an older brother that took care of you and loved you. But you rarely mentioned him.
-He should’ve guessed from the similarity in your quirks. Large wings, feather like telekenisis. But he hadn’t.
-Not until Hawks showed up at his doorstep to pick you up one night. He almost had a heart attack. The number 3 ranked hero was standing at his front door, and asking for you no less.
-“Hawks, i told you i could fly home myself!” You pout. Small fluffy dark purple wings slouching against your shoulders. The hero merely offers his signature smirk.
-“Awh, come on Y/n. I just wanted to meet your boyfriend!”
-Despite the heroes cheerful exterior his aura was anything but pleasent. Hawks seemed to be almost hostile towards Tokoyami.
-Which is how he wound up sitting on the opposite couch from the hero. You were sitting beside him, holding his hand for reassurance. Your brother could be a bit…intimidating when he wanted to be. His big brother mode kicking in at the worst times.
“So, you guys been dating for long?” Hawks questioned leaning back against the couch. His wings hanging over the bakc similair to yours. However your dark purple feathers were ruffled. One wing slightly flared behind Tokoyami protectively.
“Only five months.” Tokokaymi was trying to keep his responses curt, short, and respectful. He didn’t want your older brother to get the wrong impression of him.
“And y/n was willing to stick with you for that long, huh? She usually skips out at three months,” Hawks snorted. Your jaw went slack at your brothers accusation. That wasn’t true! That wasn’t true at all! You never got a chance to voice your dissaproval though. Tokoyami had beaten you to it.
“That’s incredibly disrespectful of Y/n. I doubt she would be so shallow.”
You saw a flicker of amusement in Hawks eyes and realized what he was doing. He was trying to test weither Tokoyami would actually stand up for you. You dissaproved of your brothers tactics. This was stupid and even down right cruel!
“Not if it’s truthful. Are you really going to stick by her? She’s pretty flighty when it comes to commitment.” Another attack on your reputation. You gritted your teeth. Your grasp tightening on Tokoyami’s hand. However the bird quirk boy took it as a sign of discomfort than anger. While Tokoyami prided himself on his level head and cool temper he wasn’t about to stand by when you were being called into question. You were his girlfriend. His other half. If someone was attacking you, even only verbally, he wouldn’t hesitate to be your shield. He stood up abruptly. Catching your brother off guard in the moment. Dark shadow hung behind him, glaring down the winged hero.
“If you’re only going to tear Y/n down i’m going to have to ask you to leave my home. I will not tolerate the way you speak about her. I do not care if you are a well respected hero. You will apologize to your sister!” He demanded harshly. Hawks eyebrows rose as his lips drew into a thin line. He was impressed to say the least. Tokoyami hadn’t hesitated or let him continue on with his lies about you. He had stood up after only a few seconds. Few boys had ever dared to speak up. Yet this one had defended you straight off the bat. Hawks broke into a grin, clapping to signify his defeat. Tokoyami’s brow furrowed in confusion at the man’s actions.
“I like him! He’s willing to fight for you. You did great, kid! Passed the test with flying colors.”
“Hawks, you’re such a jerk!” You snapped, crossing your arms over your chest in fury. Your brother could be such a moron!
“Test?” Tokoyami muttered under his breath glancing back at you. Your cheeks were flush with embarassment. You couldn’t meet his gaze. Would he hate you after what Hawks did? It was a dumb way to test Tokoyami’s loyalty to you. It was hurtful to you as well.
“Yeah, i was seeing if you’d be willing to protect Y/n. I can’t always be around to protect my baby sister. I needed to know she has someone who can watch her back. You know, like a hero,” Hawks chuckled ruffling your hair. You swatted at his hand. Still angry about the whole situation. Realization dawned as Tokoyami gazed at the two of you. Hawks had set him up. All to see if he had the guts to try and take on a pro-hero. It was rather illogical, but it did make sense somewhere along the lines. Dark shadow relaxed as he moved to his smaller form. Hovering close to you and still keeping an eye on hawks.
“I see, it was a test.”
“Yep! And you passed. But just because you did, don’t think i’m willing to let you get away with anything. Especially if i come home to find you two-“
“HAWKS!” You shouted smacking him square in the face with your wing. Tokoyami couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his beak as he watched the two of you. It was evident that Hawks cared about you. In his own demented way. And you seemed to care just as much. Maybe the two of your families could get along.
“I’m just saying! I understand you’re both young and sometimes hormones kick in,” Hawks continued.
This Valentine’s Day, join me for a story of a cancelled date that goes very, very right!
Date night plans are suddenly cancelled when the listener answer’s their door dressed to kill…stockings, heels, and a smirk that says “I hope you’re ready to get pounded into the mattress!”
Contains: Fem!Listener, a steamy hallway make out session, listener revealing a rather large strap on, fingering self for listener to prep for pegging, pegging, being spanked when touching self, pillow biting, little bit of overstim, a sweet finish.
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“I want you to record yourself masturbating and then you’re going to send it to me so I can decide if it’s good enough to put online. Now don’t disappoint me.” Your text reached his phone hours ago and he’s read it countless times, enough that it’s almost seared into his brain at this point.
Genji has performed for you many a time, often naked, sometimes with another participant, but always with you in the room. Now, he finds himself blushing with shame and…something else as he prostrates himself before the camera, arching his back in that way that he knows you love. With sinuous movements, he slides back to sit on his knees with his fists planted on the bed between his thighs.
“Master,” he whimpers.
The bell on his collar tinkles gently with every move he makes and he blushes hotly at the sound, at how he looks like to any viewer. Submissive, vulnerable, so eager to please and ready to be fucked into oblivion. He turns around and gets on all fours again and sticks out his ass, spreading his cheeks to reveal the jewel studded plug he has embedded in his slutty hole. It glistens with lube, shining in the bright light and drawing attention to his puffy ring.
“Mmm, master, my plug slides in so easily after you fucked me today,” Genji moans, teasing the sensitive skin with a light touch, feeling the ache from how hard you railed into him not an hour ago. “I wish I could keep myself open for you all the time, plugged up and ready to be used.”
His cock bobs when he slides down to brace his chest on the bed so he can reach back to jerk his cock with one hand and toy with the plug using the other. He gyrates to the deep thrum of the music he has playing in the background, stroking his cock to the beat and showing off how heavy his balls are and how the muscles on his ass and back flex as he starts to build his pleasure.
“Can I use the stroker, Master?” Panting and groaning interrupts him and he squirms, trying to gather his thoughts. “I’ve been such a good kitty, can I please?”
Lube quickly comes into play and so does a clear stroker, the angle of the camera and his body forcing him onto his back so there’s a clear view to his now glistening cock. The jewel of the plug bobs as his ass clenches on it with every stroke of the toy, the bumps and ridges and bristles easily taking him to the edge. Genji’s soft moans thank you and he spreads his legs wide into the air to display all of him.
“Oh, Master, I wish you could fuck me right now.” His hand is ceaseless in its pumping on his cock and his plug slips out accidentally from how hard he clenches on it. Genji slips it back in and fucks himself with it, whining for your touch and your monster dildo to fill him. “Mmm, you’ve trained me too well, Master. This little plug doesn’t do anything for me now. I want your cock so fucking bad, oh please fuck me!”
Bracing his legs on the bed, he starts to fuck up into the stroker and onto the plug like a madman, moaning and whimpering and sobbing for your permission to cum. But when it doesn’t, he cries out in frustration and stills his shaking hips forcefully, “Master, please let me cum! I’ll be such a good kitty, I swear. Haven’t I done a good job, Master? Oh please-”
And yet, the camera remains silent and Genji writhes on the bed with denied orgasm. He can’t cum, but he still has to try. He can’t disappoint you after all.
I chose ‘you know i love to hold your hand, but today you just look too good from behind’. I haven’t heard that voice line yet (although I haven’t had time to play retribution too many times), but damn it just hits you right in the feels. (also i should be doing my work but fuck it, procrastination is the way to go apparently.)
You’re admittedly not a fan of physical contact, so it’s rare that you meet someone else who has the same level of aversion to touch as you do. And goddammit it’s just your luck that you really really want to keep touching that person.
Genji is that fucking person. Even after he makes his peace with his body and his fate, there’s still that little part of him that shies away from touch – as though he feels like he’d dirty them. It takes months, but he comes to not only allow you to touch him, but he learns to seek you out as well. Zenyatta approves of it, partakes in it himself when he can although on a platonic level.
Of course, you’re far from just platonic touching – trust me it took a long time for you to coax the ninja into it. These days though, you just stick to holding hands, because if you can’t grope his pecs and shoulders, his hand will have to do. Genji humours you most of the time, lacing his fingers into yours and pulling it against his chest to cradle it. Sometimes he brings it up to his face as though to kiss it, forgetting that his mask is still securely fastened to his helmet. He’s squished your knuckles like that a few times, but you let it go once you see his body squirm in embarrassment and apology.
Some days, though…
Some days, you just can’t resist. Like today.
“M-master, what are you doing?” he stiffens up in your grasp, his torso and head swivelling enough so he can look at you over his broad shoulder.
You, on the other hand, just grin, catlike, and knead at what is in your hands. “What do you mean, what am I doing?” Come on, Genji, say it!
The ninja clears his throat and his hands drop from where they’ve shot up to his chest. “Why are you groping my ass?” his usually deep voice is squeaky and higher pitched than normal, turning even higher when you angle your hands so your fingers are teasing the seam of his crotch and inner thigh.
You giggle and purr at him, rolling your body and hips against him, rubbing all over him until Genji has to turn and hug you to pin your arms to your waist. “Master,” he narrows his eyes at you through the visor.
Snapping your teeth at him, you pull your arms out of his weak grasp and wrap it around so you can get back to playing with that bubble butt of his. “You know I love to hold your hand, right, kitty?”
You can almost see him roll his eyes, you certainly hear it though. “That’s not my hand, master,” he sighs but arches his back to push those fleshy globes further into your grasp anyway, secretly loving the feel of your expert touch.
“No it’s not,” you grin and kiss the underside of his jaw. “But today you just look too good from behind. I couldn’t resist.”
Finally deciding to play along, Genji pouts at you and nuzzles your cheek gently to avoid scratching you with the metal mask. “You mean I don’t look good from behind every day, master?”
Your nails dig into his ass and you hear his crystal clear whimper of pleasure. “Cheeky kitty.”
“I didn’t realise you were such a slut, my green dragon,” you purr and bounce on him, hands crawling along his lightly tanned, toned body until you encircle them around his neck.
He smirks up at you, disheveled green hair only mussing more when he tilts his head to press further into your grip. “Life is short and meaningless without the pleasures of the flesh,” he hisses and braces his legs so as to thrust up into you at your command. “And the pleasures of the flesh,” he continues with a moan when you press against the underside of his jaw, making him see stars even as he whispers out the rest of his sentence, “is nothing compared to the thrill of the forbidden.”
You laugh at the sweet yet odd poetry he spouts, your hips never ceasing their undulation even when he starts to grip your ass in an iron grip. He’s still gasping and purring from the constriction of your hands with a slack grin on his face, his cock throbbing inside you in tempo with the weak waves of the orgasm that suddenly sneaks up on you.
It is only when your mind clears slightly that you remember that you’re not exactly alone. You bare your teeth at him and you dig your nails into the sides of his unprotected neck, “And nothing is more forbidden than a son of the Shimada whoring himself out on camera, is there?”
He rumbles, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and mumbles, “Fuck yes.”
“You look so good being fucked,” you purr out, echoing a comment that you read off of a screen nearby. “Now smile for the camera.” Genji laughs breathlessly and cums at that moment, arching off the bed and letting his lips spread into a smile of ecstasy.
Needed some dom!reader after all this Cultist!Zen nonsense! Bleh!!
“When is the last time you had a dick in your mouth?”
Genji didn’t answer. He couldn’t, because his mouth was full of your favourite toy you used for him. The same green of his lights, which you took delight in. And strapped to your most comfortable harness. You, standing over his kneeling form. His body was slack, and he only kept his body as stiff as he needed to stay upright. The stiffest part of Genji’s body was his cock (mauve to match his body under his armour), which he jerked weakly and mindlessly. His hand paused at the head of his cock, and his forefinger rubbed circles into the frenulum on the underside of the head.
Hanzo has always been a quiet lover, though there are times that you manage to claw a soft moan from his throat. He chalks it up to living in a conservative household with paper thin walls. You understand, but hell if it doesn’t rankle you that you could be hearing those heavenly noises if he were to just unhinge that cut jaw.
Well, luckily, there’s a solution. Spider gags.
Pretty, pretty Hanzo with his yellow silk ribbon in nothing but his bare skin and that gag, lying on your bed with his legs spread and his eyes begging you for your touch. Truly, you don’t think it can get better. But it does.
The moment you touch him – anywhere – he whines and whimpers like a whore. His tongue dances in his mouth, tries to stifle his sounds to no avail as you pinch and roll his nipples and lick his cock. He yelps when you teasingly mouth his balls, moans dirtily when you bite his inner thigh, and lets out the loudest groan yet when you take his cock down your throat.
And when you finally take pity on the maddened archer and his bobbing, leaking cock? Whimpers, keens, breathy moans – you orgasm from his sounds alone and it only makes him even louder.
You don’t think you can go without the gag now, and while Hanzo can’t exactly beg to differ, he thinks he can’t either.
“Would you like some sugar with your tea, miss?” Reinhardt bends over at the waist to offer you your teacup atop a silver tray. His beefy pecs are almost bulging out of the small cups of his grey and blue costume, seeming to nearly fall out with every breath he takes.
You smile at him and take the cup from him, your free hand rising to caress the globe of his toned ass and the attached bunny tail lustfully. “No, no sugar with my tea. Although…” Taking a sip, you point to the floor by your feet, indicating for him to kneel. “I could use some sugar.”
He laughs and sets the tray on the side table and adjusts his ears as you fiddle with them. “You’re incorrigible, miss.”
Now that he’s at a more comfortable height, you sling your legs over his broad shoulders and flick the bunny ears again. “With you as my playboy bunny?” You lick his lips seductively, leaving him to lean in for more when you pull away, “I can’t resist.”
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