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Kinktober Day 8 - Licking/Biting/Marking

Uta No Prince Sama - Ranmaru focus (dubcon), Camus relationship mentions

Warnings - Dubcon, cheating, pressured overall, afab, uhhhh idk that's probably it, emotional turmoil?

Why did you choose that bastard? Why did you choose him when he had hurt you and made you cry the first time you ever met. You had told Ranmaru yourself that night that you hated Camus for his true nature, and you never wanted to see him again. So why, in the end, had he gotten to have you as his girl when Ranmaru was yearning so deeply? Bastard.

Ranmaru had been thinking of nothing but this since you and Camus had begun your relationship months ago. And for some reason this evening as you sprinted towards Camus's room post shower, the camels back finally broke. Maybe it was the way the towel hugged against your curves? Maybe it was the amount of skin showing? Maybe overhearing you sing cutely as you bathed had just put such longing in his heart he couldn't take it anymore. But before you knew exactly what was happening, your back was against the wall and a hand was on each side of your body, blocking you from escape.

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"Why are you with him?" He cut straight to the point, "What happened to hating him? To shit talking him together and then leaving stupid pranks around to mess with him? I can't…" he ran a frustrated hand through his hair before slamming it back into the wall next to you. "I can't  think of anything but being with you. Of what we had and what we could have. I'm not like this y/n and it's pissing me off." His hands formed fists and he dropped his head against the wall too. "I just want to be with you like he is… talk with you like he does… touch you like he does…" 

You had no idea what to say, stumbling over little attempts at apologizing - even attempts at comforting him maybe? But you just didn't know what exactly to do, and either way he didn't seem to absorb any of it. You were suspicious of his feelings, especially when he was so offended at you agreeing to date Camus. But even still you were sure he'd gotten over those feelings by now. It grew quiet and his words hung heavy in the air. You were both breathing unsteadily, charging the air between you with warmth. You weren't sure what you wanted to happen, but finally it was Ranmaru that broke the silence. 

"You'll stop me right?" He managed to whisper, voice shaking with frustration and longing as his hand moved away from where it pinned you and started to explore whatever bare skin it could find. Your arms, up your shoulders, thumb rubbing little circles against your collarbone that had you biting your lip to hold back the whimper you knew you shouldn't allow yourself to give him. 

You would stop him, you should stop him. The towel wrapped around you felt transparent as his eyes trailed down to take you in. His hand followed suit, palm grazing just so lightly over your chest and running down to your exposed thigh. His face buried against your shoulder with a hungry growl, "God you're soft…" His fingers were just as hungry as his voice as he kneaded your thigh like dough.

You needed to find your voice for something other than weak gasps. You needed to tell him to stop soon. He was growing hard against your thigh and you were worried Camus would smell his cologne entangled with your fresh shampoo. His hand had made its way to the back of your thigh, pulling it up onto his hip and pressing his clothed erection against your distinctly bare pussy. You couldn't breathe.

Ranmaru clicked his tongue in annoyance as he looked at you like this, completely vulnerable for his whims. He knew it wasn't like you at all, and he didn't have much time left on his side. His tongue ran over his lips as he looked over your neck, there were marks there, love bites from your damned boyfriend. He wished they were his, he wished he had left them. "He's got you labeled as his own, hasn't he? Damn him." Some of them were obviously new, and that set him off more. You had kind of shaken your head, but he just scoffed at this, eyes narrowing.

"I know him. These are symbols of ownership. Well… I won't let him keep you all to himself." He took a second to pick a spot, carefully selecting a hickey that still looked fairly new. "You'll know now… when he looks here, so satisfied with himself… this is really mine. I'm taking it." He hesitated, but no words had sprung from your lips of actual protest, so his mouth claimed the bruise. He sank his teeth into your neck causing a sharp gasp and a buck of your hips against his. He'd lock that feeling away in his mind for a long time, his cock twitching with need between the two of you. 

His lips pursed, sucking the bruise on your skin darker, reigniting it, but in his name now. His hips began a slow grind against yours as he did so, rubbing the fabric of his jeans against your bare pussy and causing a distinct stir of need in your stomach. He let go with his lips, tongue coming out to draw heavy purposeful licks against his work. He pulled back to look at it, a smirk on his lips. He was getting too cocky about this, and you knew you couldn't let it go any further. As he went in for another round at your love bites you cut in - 

"R… Ranmaru you… you have to stop." You heard yourself speaking, and though you knew you were thinking it, you didn't remember putting enough willpower behind it to say anything. "I… I'm with Camus. We can't." Your voice was shaking as much as your hands as they met his chest, trying to put up a resistance. 

"You're lucky I'm still a good guy… or you'd be mine tonight, princess." His voice was sad, still frustrated, but as he pulled back from your neck there was a sigh of resignation that said he knew it was coming anyway. "I can tell you liked this, but I know you're a good girl too." He released your thigh and backed off, just enough to give you an escape path, but his hand was still against the wall to pin you on one side. "Go on. Run on back to that bastard…" 

"R… Ranmaru-san I… " you just couldn't find the words, looking down at your hands for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yeah." You started to duck out from under his arm, but before you could he caught your chin in his hand, pulling you in for a kiss. You were stunned for a second at that, but you did manage to push him away. You gave him a stern look. "You're playing with fire, Ranmaru."

"I'm just getting a taste of those sweet lips before they get wasted on a guy like that." He tried to play it off coolly, turning away as you wandered down to Camus's room in a daze. As soon as you were out of sight he leaned back into the wall, cursing at himself and running a hand roughly into his hair in frustration. "Fuck… what am I going to do?" 

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New [Used] X Reader Writing Blog

Hey guys, so tumblr is a bitch and blocked my blog from kinktober last year and instead of doing anything about it I let it sit forever and now they wont unblock it SO... I made a new blog for this october and hopefully this one will last more than 5 minutes. I've already reposted my couple things I wrote from last year on here and plan on doing some ;) writing soon so feel free to follow to keep an eye out over here.

Fandoms are generally all over the place but I have a couple of mainstays I'll probably keep looping back to which include

• Overwatch

• Uta No Prince Sama

• Is there really anything else right now

• Probably not

• Like 1 Fortnite fic where Vendetta eats Reader-chans ass

Most writing is going to be 18+ because that's what is on the label. If I write something for a fandom with younger characters they will be in an 18+ AU/Future... world for them. I will try and include some kind of set up which will establish they are not the same as they are in canon. But right now all the characters I want to write are canonical adults anyway so this might not even come up.

My Ao3 is

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I don’t have a faq. All you need to know is that my meat is huge and i’m sexy as hell

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It’s spooky season and Ive got a spooky list for y’all. OCtober Shipping will be a positive Inktober inspired event for the usual selfship/selfinsert crowd and for everyone else to participate in some OC x Canon themed fun.

Rules are quite simple! 1. This event is for Original Character and Selfinsert shipping with canonical fictional characters. 2. Be respectful, friendly, and have fun!

There is no specific media or tools required. You can draw with whatever, you can write, you can make moodboards, whatever works best for you!

There is no requirement to do every day, you may pick and choose if you so please.

If your creation does not match another’s creation for that prompt, it does not mean you interpreted it wrong. It’s all about how the prompts uniquely inspire you.

OCtober Shipping 2019 starts October 1st, folks are encouraged but not required to tag their works with OCtoberShip2019 

Reblogs are welcomed and encouraged.

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Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

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Kinktober Day 11 [2018 Repost]

Zenyatta x AFAB!Reader - Object Insertion

So I just had this idea in my head so I uhhhhhh wrote it. Zenyatta is hard af to write so I think the last bit is kinda rushed but... I'm callin it finished. Also it is heckin late it took forever to write. Also we are just gunna pretend the orbs work that way for uhhhhhhhhhh storage

Warnings/tags - Object insertion, public sex, pre-established relationship, technically you're in a poly cause I might do more in this set, lots of lovey dovey. Reader has a vagina. If its requested I might make a AMAB version but for now this is it.

You felt a tap on your shoulder, pulling you out of the methodic task that was washing the dishes for your little family. Looking over your shoulder you saw the familiar scarred face of your lover, looking much poutier than you were used to. A smile broke across your cheeks as you cut the water back on, running a plate under and continuing your work. “What's the matter~” you asked with a little coo.

Genji wrapped his arms around your middle, nuzzling into your neck in his childish way. It made you giggle. “Master is out of sorts today. I am worried. He faltered during training. He seemed unsettled during his morning meditation. Now it is time for evening meditation and he still seems disturbed… I'm not sure what to do but I think you should go see him.” He sighed and buried his face further against your skin, grumbling.

“And what do you think I could do about it?” you asked in ernest curiosity. Finishing the last few plates and tucking them into the drain board. You cut the water and turned in Genji's arms, catching his lips in a little peck before he hid away in your chest instead. “I'm not even his pupil. I can barely meditate I doubt I could help him to focus.”

“Hmm” he hummed, fingers tracing along your sides a bit in little circles as he chose his words. “Earlier… when he faltered it was because you walked by… and I saw him gazing at you before when we took lunch… I think he'd rather be with you today.” The pout in his voice was more obvious. You laughed and wrapped him up in a hug.

“I'll go see him, if it helps you feel better. I'm sorry you can't bring him back today.” You planted a little smooch on his head. “I probably won't be able to either so don't beat yourself up.” He seemed comforted at your hands petting up and down his back before you broke away. “We forget how much he's been through. He has a lot to think about some days. I'll report back. Keep your phone handy!” you called as you walked off, hearing him agree before distracting himself putting up the still wet dishes. He always had to keep busy.

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There was a little gazebo just outside of the home you stayed in with your two companions. Well, where you stayed most of the time, when they weren't called to Overwatch business and being whisked all over the world. It was peaceful and small, simple. You wouldn't have it any other way. Anyway, the gazebo was normally where you would find Zenyatta if he was meditating. Today was no different. He was floating, peering out past the vine wrapped railing at the sky.

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at seeing him there, backdropped by vines and the late afternoon’s setting sun. Your second, though normally less active, lover was always such a sight to behold. Though when you and Genji showered him in compliments he never seemed to quite understand it. A bird landed on his shoulder and you smiled, they always just… flocked to him. You began to approach again, going in to lean on the railing.

“Do I seem so ill rested today that Genji sent you to check up on me?” You hadn't even made it to the railing when he spoke up, you were kind of surprised he noticed you coming. “He was in quite the huff earlier when he left. Sometimes I wonder if I've truly taught him anything.” There was a smile on his voice that made you do the same as you entered the gazebo, sitting on the bench.

“You know he just worries about you.” you replied with a grin, “And he's jealous because he thinks my presence is what you need to calm down.” The silence that spread after that sentence was thick, and your eyebrow raised as you gazed at the omnic before you.

“I'm not sure…” he finally replied, a hand ushering one of the birds using him as a playground to climb on his finger. He observed it as he chose his words. “He is right that my mind is lingering on you. I feel a particular loneliness today that is not like what I normally experience…” His voice trailed off again, absentmindedly stroking the small bird on his hand.

Your cheeks went a bit pink, but at the same time his words tugged at your heartstrings. You could see why Genji was so worried today. Though you were still learning the subtle nuances of both of your lovers, you felt like you had grown close to them rather quickly. So the fact you hadn't noticed a problem at lunch made you feel… guilty. “Well I'm here for you Zenyatta… if you need anything?” your voice was unsure. “If you need me…”

Your tone made Zenyatta turn his attention to you, floating over and offering the bird for you to pet. You accepted gladly, and the two of you peacefully gave it attention for a minute before it flew off. Zenyatta took both of your hands in his own and leaned forward, touching your foreheads together with a pleased sigh. “I… am already more relaxed, now that you are with me.” he assured, leaning to bump his faceplate cutely against your lips.

You kissed back, naturally, giving a few little pecks along the line of his lips and not helping a bashful little giggle. He got to you so bad, he really did. Every moment spent with the two of them made you giddy and free and in love, but when it was just you and Zenyatta together there was another level of just… schoolgirlish glee. Especially when there was intimacy. ‘I'll make it up to Genji later’, you thought as you draped your arms over the tall omnics shoulders. “I'll stay with you as long as you need to stop feeling lonely.”

“How very kind.” he replied, hands resting at your sides calmly. “I will gladly accept your offer. Please, sit with me.”

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At least an hour passed between the two of you, holding hands, brushing kisses against each other, and cuddling in the cool evening breeze as the sun descended and night took over. You had just started realizing it was probably time to take care of dinner when Zenyatta guided you to sit up from where your head lay in his lap as his meditated on the gazebo floor. Something seemed very serious about his demeanor now, though of course his expression did not change. “What is it?” you questioned as you moved to sit cross legged beside him.

He shook his head, taking your hands and pulling you to crawl into his lap instead. You attempted to protest but soon he had you straddling his legs, arms wrapped around your waist and holding you close. “I think I want… this.” Zenyatta nuzzled his face in against yours, and within a few minutes you were pressing little kisses between the two of you. His fingers stroked up and down your spine slowly, eliciting little shivers that made you question if he was actually pushing this in the direction it seemed like he was. It's not that you hadn't been intimate before, but it usually wasn’t him who pushed, and it usually involved your third party.

You were more embarrassed than usual as his hands trailed over you, taking in every curve of your form. You knew it was coming but were still surprised when his hands found your backside to rub, and even more so when he moved to your chest. “Zen… Zenyatta!” you gasped as his hand began to knead at your soft mounds, and there was an audible hum of a smile from him. His hands worked slowly and tenderly, massaging your chest, thumbs pressing and teasing your nipples through your clothes.

“Y/N…” he replied, voice sounding like he was musing on something as he worked your chest. “You are so beautiful… Human pleasure is such a simple thing to achieve. I love seeing you like this. You look so happy when I touch you.” Your face was burning now as he lavished you with his hands and his words. “I wish I was capable of more sometimes… I want you to feel my feelings when I…” he trailed for a moment, hands stopping as well as he looked away. “I worry, y/n, that you cannot feel my desire when I kiss you.” He began to move again.

You tried to wrap your mind around how to properly respond; it's not like you hadn't worried this was something he had thought about before now. Though it was a little hard to pull your head away from his hands, “Zenyatta I… I don't feel that way at all… I'm almost s…” you pressed your hands to his with a little huff, making him pause again. “Believe it or not I understand what you're trying to convey perfectly. Do you think I would love you so much if I couldn't feel it returned?” You leaned in, tracing little kisses across his face and shoulders, absolutely peppering him.

You could tell he was getting embarrassed. “Y/N…” he stuttered, all but physically blushing. “I love you.” You didn't have time to reply as the monk redoubled his efforts. He went from massaging your chest to rubbing your sides, your hips, your ass. His fingers brushed over the fabric between your legs from behind, long fingers rubbing up and down your slit through the thin fabric of your pants. “May I touch you?” You found the question a bit redundant since you were already giving in to his attention but you nodded, which made him press more firmly against your heat.

It didn't take long for you to find out what he really meant, his thumbs hooked into the waistline of your pants and underwear. He drug them down to your knees, exposing your arousal to the cool night air. You shivered, but his fingers quickly found their way to your clit, rubbing gently to work you up. “Zen… Zenyatta~” you breathed, nuzzling your face into his neck. Soon he had you panting, and his other hand joined the first. Deciding you were wet enough he slipped two fingers inside of your now dripping core. “Mmm~ Y… you seem kind of… impatient today.”

He hummed an agreement against your ear, little kisses bumping against the side of your face as he concentrated on getting you ready. “I am… eager to pleasure you. My love.” Your hands tried to wander, to catch him up to you in terms of arousal. “Not today. I would like to watch you… for now. I just want to please you.” He chuckled at the noise of disappointment you made, tucking in close to your ear with his voice low. “Please let me.”

How could you refuse a request like that? It took a bit of effort with him working on you relentlessly but you managed to make things more comfortable for the two of you by slipping a leg free of your restrictive clothing. And somehow more embarrassing you pulled off your shirt, completely exposing your body to your boyfriend and the elements. The increased frequency of his movements told you he enjoyed the view, as well as the addition of a third finger curling sweet come hither motions against your insides.

You were panting and moaning, riding his hands now and whimpering his name to spur him on. Before you could reach your climax though, his fingers stopped. There was a moment of confusion where you started coming down, leaning back to look at him, wondering if something was wrong. He was looking away, taking a moment to speak up. “Y/N… do you… trust me?”

“Unconditionally,” you answered without a thought. Your hips tried to insist he get back to work, but you felt his fingers slide out with the kind of perversely wet noise that made you blush down your chest. He took hold of your hips, and without much warning you felt something far too large pressing to your entrance. Eyes wide, you tried to look down and see what was happening.

“I promise I will not hurt you, y/n.” You felt whatever was pressed to you change in size, shrinking down considerably. It was… curved? And ridged? Like something that had been carved. It felt familiar. You didn't have much time to suss it out though because it was pressing itself inside of your soaked entrance. You cried out softly, covering your face in your hands as what you now recognized as a ball was inserted into you. He wasn't in contact with it physically though so that could only mean… your suspicions were confirmed by a second ball pressing in behind the first.

“Your… your orbs?” you asked from behind the hands clasped over your mouth.

“Do you… not like it? I can stop if it is too different from human consummation.” His orbs hesitated inside of you, feeling warm and cozy nestled inside of your aching heat.

“It… might take some getting used to.” you admitted, adjusting your position over him to widen your legs and give him more room to work. “But please continue.”

“If you grow too uncomfortable, let me know.” he offered, hands sliding down to knead at your ass. He pulled your chest firmly against his, watching your embarrassed face with longing. His hands slid down enough to spread your entrance open, the two orbs beginning to slide their way in and out, fucking you gently in tandem. It was an odd feeling, but the patterns on the metallic orbs rubbed against every ridge of your insides on their way in and out. This was nothing like any way you had ever been fucked before, but as you got used to it it was more than pleasurable.

You didn't even notice at first when he added a third orb, but suddenly you were feeling much more full when he pushed inside. You had no idea when you had started holding onto the posts behind his back but you were, gripping tightly as you melted over him. Then you felt even more full, and his orbs pushed deeper than they had been before. In fact they seemed to have piled up deep inside of you, and you were sure there were at least four.

They began moving again, but different than before. Those orbs rolled circles around each other inside of you, stirring you up in a way you had never even imagined feeling. Every inch of the deepest reaches of your insides was being rubbed down simultaneously by his orbs, and it was almost too much to bare. Zenyatta was almost worried about the way your body shook against his as you were pushed quickly into your orgasm. You cried out against him, legs locking up almost painfully as pleasure rolled through your body. “Zenyatta! Zenyatta zenyatta~” you muttered over and over again as you came.

While keeping the orbs going inside of you through your orgasm Zenyatta pet your back and sprinkled you with little kisses. “You're so beautiful Y/N. Letting me watch something so wonderful, the faces you make when you're so deeply pleasured… I wish to see them more often. Can you feel how badly I want you? How much I love pleasuring you?” He was teasing in his own way, but also so completely sincere.

He slowed the orbs movements as you came down from your high, pulling them from you with embarrassing little pop sounds. They were discarded to the floor with your clothes, and Zenyatta easily moved your body so you could rest against him. He pet your hair, whispering soothingly to you as still had the occasional aftershock of pleasure wrack your body. You were in a state somewhere between absolute bliss and passing out, to be honest, and the loving aftercare was doing it's best to send you quickly to sleep.

However, soon you realized you were cold, and despite the extreme trouble it was going to take to get there, you needed to make your way back inside the house. Plus, you could smell that Genji had cooked, and you were going to need a warm bath and something to eat. “I love you, Zenyatta” you told him as you forced yourself to sit up, pulling your shirt on over you head lazily. You leaned in and gave him a kiss before sliding your panties back on as well, just enough to be decent for your trip into the house.

He looked more than pleased with himself, and much to your humiliation, he was covered in a mess of your cum. “I love you too, y/n.” As you were now off of him he collected your dirty things, floating higher and helping you to your feet. “Lean on me,” he offered, giving you an arm and escorting you back to the main house.

You were greeted by the most flustered looking Genji you had ever seen, and it occurred to you he probably heard quite a bit of that. Hell, a couple of square miles around you probably did, too. Luckily, the population was scarce. Genji’s face grew even redder at his master’s appearance. Zenyatta followed his pupil’s line of sight this time, finally noticing what a mess he was and chuckled.

“What is it?” you asked, experiencing way too much tension in the room for someone who just wanted a nice long soak in the tub.

Zenyatta chuckled again, motioning to the stains on his lap. “It is not often I have to do laundry.”

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Kinktober Day 2 [2018 Repost]

Syo Kurusu x Reader - Begging

Contents - Bit of bdsm, bit of femdom I guess? Idk it's pretty damn vanilla

Notes - Couldn't think of anything all day then I wrote this on a whim. Syo is a little hard to write -0-

Syo looked up at his partner with the reverence of a man in church. They were absolutely radiating off an energy he could never have put into word or song. They were experimenting today, something he was always more than ready to engage in, but he hadn't expected it to go this… well.

“You know you're my cool strong guy right?” they had come to him, looking absolutely adorable and making the big pleading eyes that always got to him. “Would it be okay if… I tried being dominant this time?”

He had to admit his mind had wandered to things like that once in a while but… it wasn't in his character right? He was the guy who loved cool and strong stuff. So he usually wound up taking the lead in the bedroom. Or intimacy would fall somewhere in the middle, with equal give and take. But he had never let this partner take the reins. God he wished he had sooner.

They were above him in some tight fitting piece, showing off every little contour of their body and driving him absolutely insane. He wanted nothing than to put his hands all over them but unfortunately one of their little experiments was a nice thin rope keeping his arms behind his back.

He couldn’t help but whimper as they removed their hand from where it had been teasing his cock for a few minutes now. “C… come on ___-chan~. Y… you can't just stop like that.” He complained, back arching after their hand. He wasn't exactly close yet but suddenly leaving him hanging was one hell of a tease.

“Ahhh, what's wrong Syo?” they asked, crawling over him and attaching their lips to his neck. He melted at the attention. It was an area often kept off limits because of his career, somewhere easy to spot markings. That made it all the more sensitive for him when they did go for it. The way their tongue drew itself across his aching skin had shivers crashing their way down his spine in seconds. “It seemed like I needed to amp it up a little~”

Then his mouth was filled with their tongue, tasting the sudden burst of confidence in the sloppy kiss that echoed in the room between them. Kisses were traced down his chest, skin he'd never admit was so sensitive being covered in little nibbles. When their fingertips grazed his cock again now he bucked his hips, absolutely dying for release. “_____, p… please. Come on… are you having t… that much fun?”

The little smile on their face as they nodded told him there was no way they weren't going to do this again. “Do you need to cum now Syo? Did that do it?” He bit his lip, which was responded to with another mess of a kiss. “Mmm… Ask me for it~ Beg for it~”

“Beg?!” he responded with a yelp, incredulous to their request. They giggled and brushed their fingertips over the head of his cock. His hips bucked again, “Shit! F… fine!” he was blushing so dark, not meeting their eyes at all. “P… please let me c-cum, ___.” A mutter.

His partner leaned in, “What did you say? Could you repeat that for me?” Their look was so falsely innocent that it make his cheeks turn even darker at the obvious rouse.

“I said… Please. Let me get off…. For you… And then… I'll make you feel good.” he managed, glancing at their face. His cock twitched at the bounty of mischief in their eyes.

“That's what I thought you said~” they teased, wrapping their hand around his cock to finish him off. “And don't think I won't hold you to that.”  

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Kinktober Day 1 [2018 Repost]

Deepthroating - Reaper x Reader (Overwatch)

Contents - Dubcon, noncon, extortion, blowjobs (obviously), open ending, gender neutral reader, generally neutral reader like they just kinda take it because this was supposed to be SHORT, it was not short, uhhh bondage

Notes - I havent written an x reader in like 3 years and I've never written Reaper so uhhhhhh yeah here we go kinktober day 1 I normal dont like writing in this person but it was a rough start I hope you guys like it. Under a readmore because its dirty dirty stuff guys

“So they're sending amateurs after me now, hmm? No respect.” A growl reverberated through the air of the room, only barely registered by your ears. “Wake up!” a man's deep voice snarled, a pointed blast from his shotgun spraying the wall not two feet away. The sound brought you out of your half aware stupor with a start. Your eyes were open now but you could barely tell a difference, the room black as could be save a faint red glow from two specks floating before you. Reaper.

There was a vague memory, you were on a stealth mission using something not too different from Sombras tech. Which is how he was able to spot the signs of you being there so easily. Being wacked in the head with a gun as big as your arm wasn't the worst thing you had ever experienced, but from headache pressing down on your skull definitely wouldn't recommend it to anyone.

Reaper could of course see perfectly fine in this darkness, his mist filling more of the space than you'd ever know while he thought about what to do with you. It didn't take much struggle to feel the ropes around your middle, your… bare middle. He smirked at the look of surprise on your face as you realized your situation. Stripped of tech, mostly bare, and tied to the lower bedframe of some unfamiliar building. You were utterly defenseless, of course you struggled against the restraints anyway.

“There’s no point. Do you really think you're going to slip away from me?” He was right but you wouldn't admit it. He loved that defiant look. “You think I'm going to let you go? A little sneak manages to get this far into our base and I'm going to let you walk away unscathed?”

“If you don't let me go Overwatch will be on this place within hours" you spat, pulling again at the ropes like it would matter. It did to you, to show him you had fight, but it didn't to ropes. He was chuckling your words. “They will be! They’re probably already on their way, having not heard back from me yet!” His laugh grew louder, and you grew angrier. You went to spit back and he cut you off with a grin in his voice.

“Well I guess I'll have to figure out what I'm doing with you quickly than.” Those little red dots where suddenly much closer. He gripped your face, moving it back and forth like he was appraising something. “Don’t suppose you'll make this easy and just tell me what they sent you to do? Actually we found transmitters. That part isn't too hard to figure out. But why now? Even that isn't too pressing a question. Which makes you…” he paused, light narrowing in an expression you could only guess from his tone to be delight. “...Expendable. Poor little grunt.”

You swallowed hard at his words, forcing a break in eye contact. You didn’t want to seem like the thought made you scared but… you were at the enemies mercy. The balls of light disappeared, an increased pressure and then the sound of his rattling breath in your ear clued you in. He was far closer than you would have liked. “Are you scared, little spy?” he breathed against you ear and sent a shiver straight down your spine. “The good news is, you've got a cute face going for you. So maybe we can get out of here today with just a warning. Go back and tell your idiot commander that using our own tech against us is a fast track to dead rookies like you.” he had pulled back now, barrel of his gun resting on your chest. “Got it?”

You did not question it for a second, nodding easily to his words. Passing on a message was definitely at the lowest on your list of bad things that could happen. “I… I'll pass the message" you managed through dry lips, but you were waiting for the stipulation. There had to be one.

“Good, good.” he growled, and you could tell he stood up. There was some clinking, then the distinct sound of a zipper that told you you were about to meet that stipulation. “But I can't send you back without a little punishment, can I?” Reaper stepped forward, and with a heavy thud you heard his guns hit the ground a few feet behind him. Along with a falling of fabric that was probably his coat. As little as your eyes had adjusted you could see his arm moving now, slowly pumping something almost impossibly large not that far from your face. “I mentioned before that you had a cute face, didn't I?”

Before you could respond two clawed fingers were pressed to your lips, an impatient growl coming from the large man in front of you. You wouldn't part your own lips but it wasn't hard for Reaper to push them apart, both hands working to make you open up nice and wide for him. You could feel those claws pressed to the back of your jaw as he jammed the two fingers in, the metallic caps keeping you from biting down as the head of his cock pressed between your lips.

“There now pet.” He growled, moving his hips to slowly drag his tongue across the surface of your tongue. It was painfully slow, dipping a little deeper each time and soon the movement was enough to make you want to gag. Just from the almost tickling tease at the back of the tongue. “Lick it" he commanded at the first sign of discomfort, pressing his claws into the skin of your gums until you complied. You had only been at this maybe a minute and it was getting messy, unable to swallow the spit quickly producing with each lick of the top of his cock. He was more than pleased with the slow languid movements of your tongue as you tried to accept the reality of what was happening. “Keep it up" he adjusted to tangle his other hand into your hair, pulling at the headache that was already settled there.

The whimper of pain you made was pleasing for him and he tugged your head into a slow bobbing motion, dipping his cock slowly deeper into your throat. “Fuck… that's good. You've got a good little mouth. If I move my fingers are you going to bite? You know I'll make this worse in an instant if you do.” You shook your head and immediately regretted it. ‘What the hell was /he/ counting as worse?’ you wondered, because as soon as his fingers pulled away his cock was several inches deeper and pressing to the back of your throat. Your throat spasmed from the sudden change and you fought the urge to throw up.

He was chuckling again and you couldn't breathe, he pulled back with a slick noise and you swallowed as hard as you were breathing. “You sound beautiful like that pet.” This depth for his cock was the new norm as he thrust into your waiting mouth. Your mouth was already sore from this, stretched past what you could normally have taken. And there was still so much left, as soon as you dared pray he would be satisfied with this he would push for more. Your tongue lapped and struggled against his cock what it could but there wasn't much room for anything in your mouth but his thrusts. But you wanted to keep him happy so you could be released.

There was the start of a lightheaded feeling from the frequent loss of breath, around your mouth sopping with a mix of drool and now a workup of precum. You felt disgusting but at the same time he was started to awaken a feeling between your legs you were more than ready to deny, but some of those little moans of protest had begun to turn to lust. And mixing with his urging you on with groans and little compliments, sometimes in a language you didn't speak, you couldn't deny that this was turning you on too. Noticing your shifting tone Reaper buried one steel toed boot between your thighs, forcing you to rub against it as he pulled your body to bob up and down on his cock.

“You're a good little slut aren't you? Enjoying being used like this.” he chuckled, “Take a deep breath~” the warning was brief, and you didn't have near enough time to following it as he plunged his cock down your throat to the hilt. The whole room trembled with his moan as he rested there, your throat going insane around him as you fought throwing up and the desperate lack of oxygen all at the same time. You wished you could scratch at him, tell him he was going to kill you like this. But you couldn't, and the way those two little lights started down at you he knew anyway. There was a disgusting ‘gluck’ noise as he pulled out, enough to humiliate you as you choked to catch your breath. His hand was stroking that monstrous thing that had just been buried in you when you managed to open your eyes and you could hear how pleased he was.

“You took that so well, my little puta~ Catch your breath. We're almost done" he assured her, voice as close to loving as he could ever get. Especially loving for something that was a punishment. After your breath caught up he took a minute to appraise your appearance like this, hair in tangles, wet from nose to chest with every bit of drool he could drag from you, and his foot still pressed tightly to your aching sex. “I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about keeping you, pet. Open up.”

You did as he ordered, though your eyes had narrowed into a glare despite the fact you were beginning to come apart in front of him. “You won’t keep me. Overwatch will---” You attempted in defiance, but he simply shoved his cock past your lips to shut you up. A hand was returned to your hair and this time he made quick work of it, long deep thrusts pulling normally disgusting noises from your throat that only seemed to encourage and entice him further. Your head was absolutely spinning as he fucked your throat like it was made for it, drowning you in his cock over and over. Your mouth and throat were slick with his precum as he worked himself up, twitching needily in your throat and letting you know your punishment would soon come to an end.

He pulled back enough for you to take one glorious breath before his stomach was mere centimeters away from your face. One hand braced himself on the headboard, the other manipulating your movements as he fucked your throat raw with shallow bucks of his hips. Curses spilling from his lips as his cock gave a heavy twitch and then began unloading deep in your throat. “Fuck, little spy… what a good hole you are… shit…” his coherence was lost for a moment as he heaved a sigh, pulling out and leaving a trail of cum spurting out in his wake. You choked when you could breathe again, throat filled with nothing but his seed when you so desperately needed air. You felt a few more shots hit your face and wondered just how much cum this man produced.

You were coughing up mouthfuls onto the floor, and the disappointed tone to his hum as he watched you was a signal the honeymoon was coming to an end. He put a finger under your chin, lifting it so you could look him in those strangely amused looking little points of light. He clicked his tongue to let you know you had done something wrong, a thumb already starting to press back between your lips.

“Oh my poor little spy, didn't you know you're supposed to swallow?”