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Hello there! I’m Diana, and I’ve found my way back to writing once again (⁠＠⁠_⁠＠⁠;⁠)

Here is what I will and won't write! Please respect them!

1. Pairings: No canon character x canon character pairings, no original character x canon character pairings. This is strictly X Reader (⁠~⁠_⁠~⁠メ⁠)

2. What I Won’t Write: I won’t write content involving scat, vomit, vore, bestiality (excluding monsters such as werewolves, dragons, etc.) , extreme gore, incest, or anything of the like. (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) 

I will not write for: Torbjorn (I just hate him I'm sorry), Winston, or Hammond. Anything involving Bastion or Orisa is a gray area and strictly platonic regardless of reader's age.

3. What I Will Write: I’m willing to write fluff, smut, angst, and even some dead dove scenarios—just none of the above-mentioned things. Headcanons, anything original you might have, Yandere, and things of the like are also on the table! /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\  Any content involving minors is STRICTLY platonic. 

4. Trigger Warnings: I will provide trigger warnings if requested or if the content might be sensitive. (Such as non-con, self harm, disorders, and other things)

5. Gray Areas: Certain things can be written if you request them, However there will be no sugar coating most of these themes. This includes non-con, abuse, Stockholm syndrome, or other mental/physical harm. If you request them, you are requesting the reality of it. Not a romanticized version. 

6. Regarding character sexualities: To me, all characters are bisexual until proven otherwise. Therefore 76 will be exclusively male (he/him/they) readers, Pharah and Tracer will be exclusively female (she/her/they) readers. Anyone else with a canonical sexuality will only have fics to represent that! Everyone else is free game ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

 Feel free to make requests or ask for headcanons! I'll get to them when I can! Requests can be specific or nonspecific, it doesn't matter!

Yes you can ask for omnics (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Edits made: Fixed spelling errors, forgot about tracer (⁠ب⁠_⁠ب⁠)

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The Talon base was eerily quiet at this hour, save for the occasional hum of machinery and distant echoes. You knew Reaper would be coming back from his session with Moira soon, and the tension in the air felt almost palpable.

You two had been working together for a while now, both in the field and as partners. It was a delicate balance—Reaper's lifestyle and the unspoken need for comfort because of it. One that you were happy to provide.

The door to your quarters creaked open, catching your attention and revealing Reaper's silhouette in the dim light of the hallway. His usual black attire was slightly disheveled, and you could see the telltale signs of fatigue and strain. His shoulders were slumped, and body tensed, and he seemed reasonably on edge.

Then again, when was he not?

"You're late," you said softly, rising from the couch where you had been waiting. You met him at the door, carefully reaching up to remove his mask. He was more than tired. He looked exhausted. Small, thin lines of smoke fell from between his lips and out his nose with every breath, a rather common side effect of Moira's recent treatment.

"Rough night?" You asked, despite already knowing the answer.

And of course, he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he brushed past you and headed straight for the couch, where the light from the television cast shadows on the walls. "It was nothing," he muttered, though the weariness in his voice was clear.

You followed him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked, gazing down at him sympathetically.

Reaper shook his head, though he didn’t shrug off your touch. He was usually a master at masking his emotions, showing nothing more but anger or indifference to everything and anything, but the weight of the day just seemed to pull at him more than usual. "No need. Just—just tired."

Understanding, you didn’t press further. Instead, you settled beside him. "Let’s just relax tonight. Watch a movie?" You offered, already grabbing your remote.

Reaper grumbled but didn’t protest. He let you lean on him, your warmth a stark contrast to the coldness of his usual attitude. The movie began, a classic, rather sappy film that you knew would be soothing—a choice made more for comfort than for entertainment.

As the film played, Reaper’s body slowly relaxed. The tension in his shoulders eased, and he let out a quiet sigh. You leaned into him a bit further. Resting your head on his shoulder, fingers brushing against his side.

Reaper remained mostly silent, though his usual scowl had faded into something softer. Occasionally, his fingers would brush against yours, and though he didn’t speak, you could tell that he was glad you were here.

The movie was nothing particularly special—a familiar choice designed to ease the mind and soul. Reaper’s breathing gradually grew more even, and he found himself relaxing into the warmth of your embrace. The darkness of the room seemed to swallow his worries, the flickering light of the screen casting gentle patterns that danced across the walls.

Despite his attempts to appear indifferent, he really did care for you— even if he wasn't the best at showing it. For once, he didn’t feel the need to keep up his angry facade. Instead, he allowed himself to relax.

As the movie reached its end, Reaper’s usual harsh and cold facial expression was temporarily replaced with a semblance of tranquility. You, ever perceptive, noted the change and simply squeezed his hand gently.

"You okay?" You asked softly.

Reaper’s voice was low, almost a whisper. "Yeah. Thanks."

It wasn’t much, but it was enough. In the stillness of the room, Reaper found a rare and precious moment of peace—a break from the relentless chaos and anger of his life. And for now, that was enough.

The movie credits rolled, and the screen faded to black, leaving only the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light in the room. Reaper remained still, his gaze fixed on the darkened television. The familiar tension seemed to creep back into his posture, as if the peace of the evening was slipping through his fingers.

You noticed the change and gently broke the silence. "You know, you don’t always have to carry everything alone. Sometimes it helps to talk about it."

Reaper shifted slightly, his voice a low murmur as he responded. "I’m fine. Just tired."

You sat up and did your best to look him in the eyes. "It’s not about being fine. It’s about having someone who’s here for you."

He didn’t meet your gaze, his eyes fixed ahead. "I’m used to handling things on my own. It’s what I’m good at."

You understood. You really did. Though not to his extent— no, that was a peeve of his. People pretending to understand completely when they've never been through it before. But you understood in your own way. "I get it. But remember, it’s okay to lean on others sometimes. It doesn’t make you weaker; it just means you have someone who cares."

Reaper’s posture remained rigid, though he didn’t pull away from your touch. He simply nodded, the silence stretching between you. His usual defenses were still up, and he wasn’t ready to let them down. It wasn't your fault. He was always like this after a session with Moira.

You took a deep breath and offered a small, reassuring smile. "We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready. Just know that I’m here, no matter what."

Reaper’s gaze softened ever so slightly, though he didn’t say anything more. He allowed himself to stay close, accepting the quiet comfort you offered without fully acknowledging it. Or at least, pretending not to.

He cared for you more than anyone. For obvious reasons he didn't show it too much, but you knew. 

Though, it was different tonight. Slowly, Reaper laid with his back on the couch, unfortunately forcing you to stand. At first, you thought this was some sort of dismissal. So to say you were surprised when he pulled you close to him was an understatement. 

But you got the hint when he made room for you. You slowly climbed on top of him, your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around you. You listened to the unique rhythm of his heartbeat. If you focused, you could hear his breathing.

You wouldn't have it any other way. This was perfect. 

Just the way it needed to be.

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The night was warm but strangely quiet, the heavy silence smothering the air like a suffocating blanket. Only the faint whisper of the wind broke the stillness, threading through the trees and rustling the tall grass.

You had gone too far into the woods, chasing the stories that haunted your village-tales of a spirit that prowled the forest.

You had been warned- no, commanded- countless times since you were a kid not to stray too close to the woods. Not to test the wrath of the demon that lurked in the shadows. But something had driven you deeper into the forest. Curiosity. An urge to know if the stories were true.

As you walked alone beneath the dark trees, a chill ran down your spine. You felt a presence. Someone else. Something else.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him, standing just beyond the reach of the moonlight, his tall form covered in a ghostly blue glow. He was silent, lost in a world of his own. Yet there was something unmistakably predatory about him, like a beast lying in wait. It made you tense.

He alone was nerve wracking, a suffocating presence that filled the air with a heavy sense of dread. You could practically feel the heat of anger that radiated from him, like a force that made your heart pound and your knees weak.

As if sensing you, he turned his head slightly, revealing his face fully in the dim light. His features were sharp and unforgiving, his eyes glowing with an ungodly light that sent a spike of fear straight through you. Horns jutted from his skull, his tusk-like fangs poking through his lips as he spoke.

"Leave," he said, his voice a low growl that seemed to vibrate in your skull. "Leave now, or face the consequences, human."

You took a step back, fear tightening around your chest like a vice. Your foot caught on a root, and you stumbled, crashing to the ground. Pain flared in your ankle, and you gasped, clutching at it. But when you looked up, dread settled into your gut. He was no longer standing where he had been.

Panic surged through you as you tried to scramble to your feet, but a cold, invisible force yanked you back down, pinning you to the ground.

You had taken too long. 

The shadows seemed to twist around you, alive with a dark energy that pressed against your skin like a thousand undead hands.

"Foolish," his voice whispered from the darkness, closer now, more menacing. "You should have listened. Humans never learn."

Before you could scream, the shadows swallowed you whole, and everything went black.

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When you awoke, the cold was the first thing you noticed, a biting chill that made you shiver. You were no longer in the forest. You laid on a cold, hard surface, your wrists bound tightly with rough rope. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the dim light, and you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Stone walls surrounded you, the room sparse and bare, with only a single flickering candle casting long, twisted shadows on the walls.

You tried to move, but pain shot through your wrists where the ropes bit into your skin. Panic set in as you struggled against your bindings, your heart racing in your chest like a wild drum. The air was cold, damp, and carried a metallic scent, like rust or old blood.

"You are awake," came a voice from the shadows, low and deep, filled with a chilling calm that made your blood run cold. Your breath caught in your throat, and you turned your head to see him standing there, watching you with those piercing, glowing eyes. Hanzo himself. The spirit you now regretted looking for.

He stood tall, his skin glowing with that same eerie blue light, his eyes cold, and yet burning like flaming coals.

He wanted to see the terror etched into your very being. His expression was one of disdain, his lips curling slightly as if the very sight of you repulsed him.

"Where... where am I?" you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible, thick with fear.

"You are in my home," he replied, his tone flat and emotionless. "A place where no human was meant to tread. You sought me out, did you not? Now, you will learn the price of such foolish curiosity."

"I-I didn't mean to intrude," you stammered, your voice shaking. "I-I was just curious!"

"Curiosity." he spat, the word like a curse on his lips. "That is what drives you humans, isn't it? Always poking your noses where they do not belong. It is what got you here, after all."

Your mind raced, desperate to find something, anything, to say that might save you. "Please," you whimpered, your voice trembling. "I didn't mean any harm. I-I just wanted to know if the stories were true... if you were real."

His eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer, looming over you like a dark cloud. "And now you know," he replied, his voice cold and empty. "I am very real, and so is my hatred for mortals like you."

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear clawing up your throat as he leaned down, his face inches from yours. You could see the sharpness of his features, the lines etched into his skin, glowing faintly with that unearthly light. "Why do you hate us?" you dared to ask, your voice barely a whisper. "Why do you haunt those woods?"

He was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Because," he finally said, his voice low and filled with an ancient bitterness, "you mortals are treacherous. You are selfish, cruel, and full of lies. My soul is bound by betrayal and blood. I will not rest- no, I refuse to rest until your kind has thoroughly paid for what it has done."

A wave of terror washed over you as his words sank in, and you felt your courage slip away, replaced by a cold, paralyzing fear. There was no reasoning with this spirit, no pleading for mercy. You were trapped, a mouse caught in the claws of a merciless predator.

"You are afraid," he said, his voice almost mocking now. "Good. Fear is the one thing you mortals understand quite well."

You trembled, tears welling in your eyes, your body shaking. There was no escape, no way out. He was right. You had brought this upon yourself. You should've listened. You should've never gone to those woods. Curiosity killed the cat, and right now, you were the cat. 

"You will remain here," he said, his voice cold and final. "Until I decide what to do with you." Hanzo's voice lowered further, mocking. He was grinning as he spoke. "You may try a prayer if you so wish. But your deity isn't listening right now." 

He straightened, his glowing blue skin casting shadows on the walls as he turned away, leaving you bound and helpless. A prisoner. The last thing you saw before he vanished was the cold, unfeeling glow of his eyes.

The silence after Hanzo's departure was suffocating, thick with an unseen weight that pressed down on your chest. The only sounds were your own shallow breathing, and the faint rustling of the rope as you struggled, desperate to find some way out of the bindings that bit into your skin. Your body trembled, your mind spinning in a vortex of fear and hopelessness.

The room was dark, the single candle flickering, casting shadows on the cold stone walls. The air was icy, your breath coming out in ragged gasps, clouding in front of you as you tugged fruitlessly against the ropes. You winced as the sharp fibers tore into your wrists, pain shooting through your arms. Tears stung your eyes as the cold, hard reality of your situation sank in deeper.

Hanzo had left you here, alone in this desolate space. There was no mercy in him, no shred of humanity that could be reasoned with. His words echoed in your mind, heavy with disdain: "Humans are treacherous... selfish, cruel, and full of lies."

You could see it in his eyes: the centuries of rage and betrayal that twisted his spirit into something dark, something monstrous. The faint blue glow of his skin had seared into your memory, a terrifying reminder that this was no ordinary man. He was a demon, bound to the earth by vengeance. And now, you were trapped in his grip, just another victim to suffer at the hands of his wrath.

You were terrified. 

And yet, as you thought about him further, you did nothing to stop the sudden heat that was pooling in your stomach from going between your legs.

You forced yourself to calm down, though your heart continued to race, hammering against your ribs. You couldn't think clearly with the panic choking you. Your breathing slowed, the pain in your wrists becoming a dull throb as you pulled at the knots binding you. But they held firm, unforgiving.

The cold was seeping deeper into your bones, and as your body began to shake from both fear and the biting chill, you realized just how hopeless this was. There was no escape. Even if you could somehow get free from the ropes, there was nowhere to run. You didn't even know where you were. You were far from anything familiar or safe.

You didn't know how long you were down there, waiting. You had no knowledge of the passage of time. It felt like hours. Yet it could've been minutes. 

Maybe you'd try that prayer after all. Try and reach some divine light. Maybe to at least get your soul somewhere positive.

Assuming he didn't take it.

A strange, eerie sound broke the silence-a low, rumbling growl, almost like the wind, but too deliberate to be anything natural. Your blood ran cold as you realized it was coming from somewhere in the room. Your eyes darted around, heart pounding, as the shadows on the walls seemed to deepen, shifting in unnatural ways. The sound grew louder, more menacing, until it felt like it was surrounding you, pressing in from every angle.

Then, from the darkest corner of the room, a shape began to take form-a vague outline of something moving within the blackness. You froze, terror gripping your chest as you stared, unable to look away. Slowly, the figure stepped forward, the blue glow of Hanzo's skin revealing him once again. But this time, there was something else there, a glint in his eyes that you couldn't place.

"I have decided what to do with you." his voice rumbled, low and dangerous, filled with the same hatred that had haunted you from the moment you saw him.

His glowing eyes bore into yours, freezing you in place as he moved closer, his footsteps silent, predatory. The air in your lungs felt frozen. You didn't dare to breathe. 

His skin, that beautiful blue, seemed to flicker like a dying flame, casting ghostly light across the room.

"I have seen countless humans, all of them the same. Desperate, pleading for their lives, only to betray the moment they sense weakness. You are no different." His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "Tell me, what makes you think you deserve to live? Why should I not end your pitiful existence right here?"

Your throat was dry, fear choking any response you might have given. The words would not come, trapped beneath the weight of his presence. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, his cold breath ghosting over your skin. "Answer me," he demanded, his voice laced with a venomous edge.

"I-I don't..." you stammered, your voice weak, trembling. "I didn't-"

"Do not lie to me," he snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. "You are all the same. Filthy humans, always lying, always thinking you can escape what you deserve."

You could feel his rage building, the air thickening with the weight of it. His fingers twitched, and for a moment, you thought he might strike you, end you with a single blow. But instead, he straightened, pulling away from you, his eyes still locked onto yours with a cold glare.

"I should kill you," he said, almost to himself, as if weighing the decision in his mind. "It would be so easy. But no... not yet."

Your breath caught, the faintest flicker of hope daring to rise within you, only for it to be snuffed out by his next words.

"No, you will suffer first," he continued, his voice low and filled with cruel satisfaction. "You will learn what it means to be trapped." he growled, moving closer as he leaned into your neck. You could feel his oddly cold breath on your skin, making the hairs on your neck stand up.

"To feel the weight of despair. And when you are nothing but a shell of your former self, when you have begged for death, then maybe, just maybe will I kill you. But for now.... I would much rather use you to feed."

You very briefly wondered what he was talking about. At least, until you felt something strangely warm run along your neck. A long, wet appendage that made you shiver. The heat you pushed down a while ago suddenly came to the forefront of your mind, recognizing the feeling before you could even properly process it. 

A gasp was torn from your throat as it ran another line along your throat, and you finally processed what it was. His tongue. 

Hanzo chuckled when he saw your reaction to your sudden realization, but didn't stop. In fact, he helped himself to a nip of your skin. It wasn't a full force bite like you prepared yourself for, but it stung nonetheless, breaking the skin and bleeding just a bit. Hanzo licked your neck, not in apology, but to have the metallic taste of your blood on his tongue. 

You whined, but bared your neck in submission. You wouldn't dare retaliate. Not against a demon. 

Plus, the aching between your legs was getting really insistent. 

When the wound stopped bleeding, Hanzo's clawed hand found it's way to your head, pushing your chin upwards. Now your throat was exposed, out in the open. And despite the cold air, your body felt like it was on fire. He eyed it for a little before releasing your head, as if he was making a mental note.

You heard some shifting, and suddenly- but slowly, Hanzo began to climb on top of the stone slab you were laid upon. On top of you.

And yet, he didn't pay much attention to you as a person. Moreso the things that considered you to be a person.

The rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. How your throat moved when you nervously swallowed. The twitch of your fingers. Your blinking eyes. The way your face shifted and changed, going from fear to confusion as he did nothing but stare. His eyes shifted to the mark he left on your neck, how it slowly grew purple in color as your body tried to heal it as efficiently as it could.

All things that made you so human. 

All things that he didn't need to do anymore. 

Though this moment only lasted for a while longer. As soon as your body began to relax, it was like Hanzo snapped out of his trance. 

Suddenly, Hanzo was on your neck again with a growl, biting into the opposite side of where he was before. Rougher this time, like he was angry. 

You yelled out in pain. The sharp aching pain of his teeth penetrating your neck, and then the wetness of your own blood, it was all so much. Tears began to come out of your eyes, blurring your vision and making you sniffle.

Then his tongue was on you again, and it felt like everything else floated away. If your hands weren't tied together, you definitely would've held his head there.

The thought about your hands made you instinctively try your bindings again. The rope still painfully dug into you, but you had gotten used to the feeling. At least a little bit.

Hanzo's cold hand suddenly found both your wrists, making you stop immediately and focus solely on him. He was staring down at you with a snarl, the four sharpest teeth on full display. 

"Why do you still insist on trying to escape?" Hanzo growled, his grip tightening. It made the rope dig further into your skin, making you wince in pain and discomfort. "Mortals, so inconsiderate. I am sparing your life for the time being, and here you are, still struggling." 

Hanzo peered closer to your face, no doubt rumbling insults and threats should you move again. But you weren't listening to what he was saying. You were just focused on how his voice sounded. 

More heat flooded to your core. You tried shifting your hips to at least ease the slightest bit of it. 

Hanzo was speaking, but you still weren't paying much attention. Your eyes drifted to the body of the onryo above you, from his face down to his neck. Then his collarbone, his chest, down... Down.... 

Hanzo went back down again, and you felt his tongue on your neck. Tentatively this time, as if he was testing something. 

Then you heard a gasp, followed by what sounded like a whine in pleasure. 

You both stilled. 

It was yours. 

Hanzo's grin widened, you could feel it against your skin. 

You suddenly wished you had been paying attention to his words. 

Hanzo chuckled, rising to meet your face. He saw the way it was flushed red from your humiliation, and the way you still nervously kept eye contact. 

"So the mortal seems to have feelings other than fear? I had the feeling you were special when you willingly sought me out, but..." 

You shook your head, making Hanzo laugh again. "N-No! It isn't like that! I just.... I....W-Wait...!"

Your sentence trailed off as you felt a cool feeling gliding along your stomach. Hanzo's hands went under your shirt, going higher and higher. You didn't protest at all, biting back the whine. His hands brushed against the fabric of your bra before drifting back down. He was surprisingly gentle, but you had a feeling it wouldn't last long. 

Hanzo then removed your pants entirely, leaving you in your underwear. He went to take off your shirt too, only to find that the bindings he set up prevented this. You were about to speak, to perhaps promise not to run if he undid them, but Hanzo had other ideas. 

Instead, you heard the sound of ripping fabric as he tore your shirt down the middle with great strength. 

Hanzo looked at your shocked face, grinning. "What is it, mortal? Did you really expect any less from a being as powerful as I?" 

Immediately, Hanzo's hands were on you again. They were still cold, but with the way your body was heating up, it grounded you. His palms roamed your waist, going to your stomach before sliding upwards to your bra again. 

And of course, unceremoniously, he tore it in half. 

The cold air immediately settled on your chest, and so did his hands. His touches were all so strangely experimental. Like he hadn't done this in a long time. 

You didn't have any doubts. 

You chuckled internally at the idea of a sexually frustrated, pent up demon. 

That laughter simultaneously got louder and died out when you realized that your thought was a little more realistic than you intended. 

You suddenly felt cold hands on your neck, shrieking briefly at the sudden feeling. Hanzo chuckled above you, seemingly having sensed that you were falling out of focus, and used a rather playful way to bring you back. 

"Focus on me, mortal. Do not break eye contact for what I am about to do." He demanded, his hands trailing back down to your underwear. You were unsurprised when he ripped those in half too. He was definitely just showing off his strength at this point. 

The cold air hit your burning heat, making you shudder just slightly. And as if to add on, Hanzo began to gently trace your slit, gathering some of your slick on two of his fingers. Then he leaned down, holding both your thighs with his hands. And true to your word, you kept eye contact the entire time. 

You felt him grin against your skin, right before his tongue licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit. You let out a gasp, which bled into a whine.

"Wait! How...how come your tongue is so warm when... when the rest of you is so cold...?" You muttered tentatively. The rest of his body was like ice, but his tongue felt so good against you that you never wanted it to leave.

Hanzo paused, giving you a rather deadpan look. Like you had just asked the stupidest question he had ever heard. "If your hands are frozen from the winter, does that make your tongue cold?" 

"Well.... no, but you're a spirit! I had just figured that... That your whole body would be cold inside and out." 

"...Like an undead? Is that what you were comparing me to?" 

"Sort of..." 

Hanzo sighed, but he still gave you that deadpan stare. "Do I seem to have maggots coming from my body? Does my body seem to be decaying to you?" 

"Uh..." 

You stared at Hanzo for a while, trying to genuinely see whether or not his body was decaying, or if he had maggots coming out of him.

Hanzo rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to entertain that idea any longer than needed. 

"You are lucky that I took you. With the way you think, I'm surprised that you lived past adolescence. Moreso into mortal maturity." 

Hanzo paused, and grinned. "Or rather, mortal immaturity."

You were about to snap back, but Hanzo's tongue going back to your clit stopped you. Okay, no more talking it seemed.

Humiliating moans were all that left your mouth when Hanzo digs his face further between your legs, his saliva and your wetness coming together with each lap of his tongue. 

Hanzo's grip on your thighs tightened, and with little effort, his tongue dipped inside your hole, writhing around. And it was only then did you realize just how freakishly long it was. It obviously wasn't human- hardly anything about him was. But this was entirely new. His tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, the dorsal rubbing and caressing deep within you. 

You began struggling to keep eye contact, your eyes threatening to close or roll back. You could feel his grin against your skin. You could feel his eyes watching you, like a predator who had just concerned injured prey. 

God you were close, so close, you would feel your body anticipating your release. The coil and tension in your abdomen only winding tighter and tighter. 

And suddenly, it snapped. Your legs trembled and tensed as you cried your release, your eyes squeezing shut as you came around his tongue, your juices flooding his senses. Hanzo removed his tongue from inside your body, only to greedily lap at every drop of your release. 

"Your essence is wonderful, mortal," Hanzo muttered, and you had the feeling he might go for round two with his tongue with the way he was drinking everything you released. Like he was dehydrated, and you were a pristine fountain. 

When he finally pulled back- leaving one last lick to your clit, before his tongue retreated back into his mouth, he took in your appearance. Your hands were still bound together, but everything else about you was bare.

Standing up straight, Hanzo began to climb over your body again. He grabbed your chin, keeping your head straight as his lips pressed against yours and his tongue slid into your mouth, allowing you a taste yourself. You were right about his tongue being long. It flooded your senses, practically filled your mouth, sliding and writhing against yours. You started getting dizzy, trying to force yourself to breathe through your nose, but it wasn't enough.

You tried to move your head to break the kiss, but Hanzo growled and tightened his grip, going from your chin to your jaw to keep you in place. Your head spun.

And finally, Hanzo pulled back, a thin line of saliva connecting you two briefly before it broke. You panted, taking in the air that you once took for granted. Hanzo climbed off and looked down at you. Reading you. Examining you.

As you got your bearings together, trying to stop the dizziness and spinning in your head, you offhandedly heard clattering. Things hitting the floor. Hanzo shuffled, and you felt the bindings around your wrists being undone. Immediately, you put your arms to a more relaxing position, rubbing one of your hands to your wrist. Was he going to let you go? 

While you were focused on that, Hanzo climbed back on the stone slab you were laid upon. You looked to your left, seeing the belt and all of Hanzo's other items that were around his waist now on the floor.

Including his pants.

You blushed at the implication, turning your head to look back at Hanzo. 

"You are going to need something to hold on to, mortal.." He murmured. One hand found its home at your thigh, his fingers pressing against your skin. 

The fingers of his free hand grazed against your clit, rubbing lazy circles. You whined, letting out a gasp. The hand on your thigh slid away, and it wasn't long before you heard Hanzo grunt as he began to pleasure himself in time with the circles around your clit. 

When he deemed you were wet enough, he positioned himself at your entrance. You felt his length pressing against you for a moment, then there was the stretching feeling. Hanzo slowly leaned down, burying his face into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him. He was right, you definitely needed something to hold on to. He was huge, practically splitting you open as he shifted a little and pushed in further to your willing heat. 

Hanzo's mouth fell open, his teeth grazing your neck. His body was lightly trembling, and he was letting out soft gasps. Then he whined, whimpered rather, and pushed himself all the way in.

"I...I have not..." Hanzo began, his hands finding their way to your waist. "I have not...done this in quite some time..." He confessed. Little did you know, 'quite some time' was actually since before he had become a spirit. And then years before that.

He could probably consider himself a virgin again. 

Hanzo removed himself from your neck, your hands sliding off his body. Instead Hanzo opted to look down at you. Then down at where you were connected. Hanzo straightened himself before pulling back his hips, watching as he slid out. You watched too. You watched his length disappear back inside you, and you saw his lips part in a silent breath. 

Hanzo picked up a steady rhythm, his hands tightening their grip around your waist just barely. 

"You feel... divine...all wrapped around me, mortal." Hanzo muttered, beginning to pick up speed. "So.... Perfect...so warm..." He muttered again, Hanzo whimpered, his body once again curling over yours so he could put his face into your neck. Hanzo's rhythm wasn't too fast or too hard, but he rubbed all the right places within you.

You let out a gasp and then a pleasured sigh. In truth, you expected sex with a vengeful onryo to be more intense. This was more on the more intimate side. Like two lovers exploring each other for the first time.

As if Hanzo read your thoughts (you didn't doubt that he could), he began to pick up his pace, letting out a growl. Hanzo's hips slammed against yours, ramming into you over over.

He seemed to have gotten over his previous tentativeness. 

Hanzo suddenly bit into your flesh, causing you to cry out and rake your nails across his back. He licked the wound in a mockery of apology, only to bite again in a different spot. Then again and again, littering your neck with his teeth marks. 

One of Hanzo's hands slid down between your bodies, and his fingers found your clit. He began to stroke it lazily, then suddenly snapping to sharp, firm circles in time with his thrusts. He even switched to a slow drag of his hips back and forth when he rubbed lazily, only to drive into you over and over when he was being firm. It made your head swim. His other hand held your waist tightly, squeezing and no doubt leaving bruises. 

Hanzo moved his lips to yours, swallowing all your cries and moans. Every sound you made was taken by him. Especially as he stopped switching how he pleasured you and stuck to fast circles around your clit and harsh thrusts that had you squeezing your eyes shut a bit harder.

There was a pregnant pause in your body as you suddenly froze, your body tensing.

It then gave birth as you felt your unexpected orgasm hitting you. You probably would've screamed if Hanzo's mouth wasn't still on yours. 

Hanzo didn't falter at all, keeping his pace and sharp circles. Even as your blissful orgasm subsided and faded into overstimulation, just bordering on pain. 

Hanzo finally released your mouth, groaning and grunting above you. But you didn't miss the pants and other noises/whines he kept hidden that occasionally slipped out.

Hanzo removed the hand on your clit and instead grabbed your waist with both hands, driving into you faster like a rabbit during the spring, chasing his own pleasure.

Your eyes unfocused, your head flooded with so much pleasure that your brain could barely keep up.

Your body could though. It definitely could. And that was proven when you felt another orgasm overtaking your nerves, your face twisting in your pleasure. 

Hanzo suddenly choked on a gasp, your orgasm triggering his. Hanzo swiftly went down to sink his teeth into your shoulder, no doubt tearing the skin. Hanzo thrusted inside of you one last time before pushing himself as far as he could, flooding your body with his hot seed. 

Hanzo lazily rocked his hips a few more times, panting heavily. He finally unlocked his jaw from your shoulder, feeling the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. Hanzo licked the wound, cleaning it with his tongue and lapping up any blood that dripped.

After a period of peace, Hanzo began to rise. But he didn't pull out of you like you expected. Instead, he slowly began to rock his hips again, staring deep into your eyes with a grin.

"Did you truly think I was done, mortal? No... You are going to learn a lot about spirits by the time I am done with you." 

You gulped, already feeling the flames reigniting themselves within your core.

"Lesson number one, mortal. A spirit does not stop feeding until they are full. And I just so happen to have quite the appetite."