Hiiiii can I please request the gaang seeing their girl in lingerie for the first time
POST ATLA GANG REACTION TO LINGERIE ⪩ ⪨ ꠹
Paring/Post: Toph, Zuko, Aang, Katara, Sokka x female reader
Content: 18+, suggestive themes, neck kisses, etc
This was a fun write! Thanks for the req! I wanted to add Tagah so badly to this lololol! No proofread!
SOKKA
“All right all right, let’s cut to the chase. What’s the surprise?”
The light blue lace hugging your body fit nice and snug against your frame. You bought a few clothes from the local tailor a few hours ago when you went shopping. You were originally going to get some groceries, but a cute little lingerie set in the back corner on display caught your eye. You were surprisingly a perfect fit, and the saleswoman had definitely played you like a fool since you had bought it in an instant after trying it on. You had put a blindfold on Sokka after the two of you had eaten dinner, promising him a surprise he couldn’t resist getting his hands on.
“Impatient, huh,” you pull away from him, “maybe you don’t deserve the surprise. I’ll just take it back to the store a—”
“Ok- ok, I’m sorry.” Sokka reaches out for your wrist, strong hand gripping you back toward him. “I’m sorry, forgive me?”
“Mhhh,” you swirl your fingers over his wrist, “maybe, it depends on how grateful you are at the end of the day.”
Slowly, you untie the thick messy knot at the back of his head, smiling giddily when you hear the groan of impatience leave his anticipating lips. You were a bit nervous for his reaction, granted, you’ve never tried wearing anything as risky as this in your entire life.
The makeshift blindfold droops into his lap before puddling to the floor. His eyes light with excitement, then they lower into a wide dim stare. His mouth shuts like a box, a soft clamp that makes you shiver in embarrassment. Did he not like it?
“Sokka?”
You wave your hand over his blank face, not even earning a mere flinch from his eyes.
“What?” You thrust your hand into his forehead, giving him a firm smack that knocks him back into reality. “Do you not like it? If you think I look bad all you have to do is just say so!” Letting out a huff of frustration and embarrassment you turn to leave. You should have known better than to wear this stupid thing.
“Wait!” A hard tug pulls you back onto Sokka’s shaking thighs, he hugs your warm waist tightly to his stomach, nose burying into your shoulder.
“Let me go— mph!” His lips meet yours, his strong hand gripping your chin so you can’t escape the intrusion of his warm silk tongue.
He grips your thighs, rubbing your hips against him, you felt the delectably hard girth from under his pants push against your ass.
“Don’t walk away from me like that, it’s not fair to me,” he sniffs in your scent. “I plan on enjoying my surprise tonight…”
TOPH
“You want to “show” me an outfit?”
You were standing in front of your girlfriend pretty much bare, the only thing you had on was a cheap small black lingerie set. It was a dress shaped set, not too revealing but it covered your lower body completely. The upper part would be the surprise. It was thin, laced and tight, and your nipples poked out thanks to the sharp freeze from the cool air.
“ I want you to feel around it, c’mon, let me know if you like it, Kay?”
“Let me know if it feels good, c’mon don’t be a bummer—“ you twirl your arms around her slim strong shoulders, burying your cheek into her neck. “You’re hurting my feelings..”
“What the hell am I even supposed to say?” She pushes you off her onto the soft cushion below “this stitching feels great,” she bats her eyes “oh, and the way the lines hold the outfit together is just perfect…”
“Toppphhh” you groan loudly in protest “cmon! Just feel my outfit!”
“If I do it will you stop bugging me and let me sleep?”
“Mhm!—Mhm!” You gleefully hop from the pillow on the ground, feet scraping up sand as you walk to her on the hammock. “I think you’ll like it.”
You grab her wrists, placing her calloused palms on your hips.
“Oh wow, a normal dress, can I stop now?”
“Not yet, rub higher.”
Her fingers felt ticklish against your skin, you loved how careful and precise her attention to detail was despite her complaining. She etched over each precious line, each stitch until she got to your chest. Her hard fingertips grazed delicately across your pebbled nipples, you both couldn’t help but gasp out together, her from shock, and you, well you felt electric.
“What the hell are you wearing? Are you even wearing anything?” You feel a hard rising pressure between your feet before sand bends around your legs, hooking your ankles together so she can pull you onto her lap. You laugh viciously when she tickles across your ribcage, her face twisting in confusion when she rubs again at your chest. Her fingertips were extremely dry and calloused, plucking your nipples upward in an involuntary act of pleasure.
“Are you doing this to get a rise out of me?” she snarls, grabbing tightly at your waist as you try to scurry away. “Because it’s working..”
KATARA
“I was planning on joining you, are you really going back to bed without me?” Katara’s voice rang happily out in the dark room. You were under the covers in your shared bedroom, eyes hazy with sleep when Katara finally shows up after hours outside helping Sokka outside. You had put on a cute lingerie set hours ago, hoping that she’d come back eventually and see you in it. But now, you just didn’t have the energy…
“Sorry,” you give a weary smile, scooting over so she could lay down beside you, “you just took so longggg, m’so tired.” Katara gives a half offended huff, pushing a pillow into your face as she laughs vigorously while you struggle underneath her.
“I got a bit distracted with Sokka, he wanted my help testing out his new invention. I told you that!”
“A new invention..” you teasingly cringe “I’m surprised it didn’t kill you.. you must be so tense? Right?” You lift up from your blanket to hug Katara from behind, her shoulders were tense as expected.
“Yeah it was, he was making a big mess and ohhh—“ your hands knead into her back and shoulders while you kiss alongside her neck with peppered pecks. “Sweetheart,” she rasps out “didn’t you say you were tired..? You don’t have to do this for me…”
“Oh shush,” you smile. “If I didn’t want to do it, I’d be back in bed asleep, besides..” you bite into her shoulder, causing her to yelp “I like making you feel good…”
Katara’s soft moans were like music to your ears, you were starting to grow greedy, needy once more for her despite being tired. “Lay back for me, won’t you?”
She does so almost immediately, laying back on the fluffy pillows with a soft sigh of relief, her calloused hands rubbing on your thighs up to your ass before she finally feels thin lace. Her eyes pop open when you crawl on top of her, and if you looked close enough, you were sure you could see some drool oozing down her plump bottom lip. “When did you…?” She whispered, blue eyes big and round as she admires you from below. “Oh sweetheart..” she bites her lip, a hint of guilt evident on her pretty features “You’re making me feel bad now.” She lightheartedly says “You waited up for me in this? “ her strong hands grip into your soft thighs, massaging into you just to hear you moan out.
“Wanted to surprise you..” you pant out when she leans in to bite your thigh.
“I am surprised..”
“Hopefully in a good way?” You shyly inquired, noting how soft her expression gets when she sees your hesitation.
“Maybe I should show you how I feel…” she lifts your legs a bit, peeling the thin bottom lace that shielded none of your pussy to the side. “C’mon, sit down will you? “
ZUKO
“Zuko, are you in here?” You were sneaking all around the palace to look for your husband. He had said he’d be in bed two hours ago, but when you woke up minutes earlier he wasn’t there. It must mean he was still in his throne room. You were in a long robe to cover up your lingerie you had personally requested from your personal tailor. You were with a servant, your friend, who had snuck you out of your room so you could sneakily go find your husband. It was her idea to get this lingerie in the first place, might as well execute your plan since Zuko was prone to being alone since there were so many guards out front.
“Why are we sneaking in again?”
“Obviously because, I don’t want anyone to see me in this..now help me out!”
“There’s a door , servant quarters that leads to the throne room, follow me..” you both sneak inside, making sure to be silent before you enter the side of the throne room. It was empty as expected besides Zuko sitting dead asleep in the middle. You tip toe to him, making sure you’re flush against him before blowing a puff in his ear.
“What the—“ Zuko stiffened in your hold, only relaxing when he sees the cute pout etched on your face in the dim light. “Mhh..” he rubs away the sleep from his eyes before hugging you close. “I missed bedtime didn’t I?”
“Yup..”
“Mh, baby I’m sorry..” he yawns out before he gives a puzzled expression. “Did you walk all the way here in this robe?” He tugs at the silk like fabric in his large hands.
“I have my ways of getting where I need to..now, how are you gonna make it up to me for breaking our promise?”
“Mhh.. what do you..” he yawns, “want me to do?”
“I have a few things in mind.” You lower your robe, licking your lips when you notice your husband’s tired expression jolt up in shock.
“What the–“ he grips you “Baby— did” he looks around “did anyone see you in this?”
You furrow your brows, “no, why? You ashamed?”
“No–“ he chokes out apologetically,, “ Just wanted to make sure they didn’t see what was mine..”
you shift on his lap when you feel a large hardness under you, his pale cheeks pink and shy. “Damn it.. you look gorgeous.”
AANG
“Aang you’re home!” You were in a new long robe, a robe you had bought from the local tailor a few days ago. Aang was visiting a new temple, leaving you alone at home for the past few days. You were friends with the tailor, and since it was your birthday she had gifted you a cute lingerie set despite your vivid hesitation. You were shy about wearing clothes like that, and well.. as for your husband, you weren’t too sure if he even liked stuff like this in the first place. Would he brush it off? You made sure to wear a robe just in case, wanting to at least give him a warm welcome before you strip yourself almost bare in front of him. “How was the trip? You look so exhausted..” you grab his strong hand, leading him into the bedroom. “You must rest.. I insist..” You don’t give him a chance to speak, maybe you were holding things off.. maybe you wanted to distract him from this expensive looking robe around your body so he wouldn’t ask questions, but you know Aang.. he has to ask anyways.
“That’s new, I’ve never seen that on you before, where did you get it?” He rubs along your hip, smug smile evident on his face when he notices your timid face. “You look beautiful..”
“You really think so?” There we go, there was that pretty smile. “I got it from my friend, you know her, she’s Naomi, the tailor shop owner..”
“Ah, I’d recognize her stitching anywhere..” he playfully said “it suits her style, I should have known.”
“You haven’t answered my question,” you play with his lips, rubbing your thumb across the chapped rubber like texture. “How was the trip?”
“Agh— right, I forgot..” he rubs his head, sighing “didn’t find too much of anything. Nothing to bring back to my collection at least..”
“Maybe we should go together next time,” you hum, in which he gives a nod.
“We should, but sweetheart, it’s a bit warm in here,” he rubs across your shoulder, linking his hand under the robe before lowering it down. “You should take this—“
“—Off…”
Aang face immediately flushes red, his big gray eyes widening in shock and awe all at once.
“Shit—“ you scramble to tug your robe back, but Aang holds your wrist firmly in his.
“…She uhm..” you gulp down a nervous breath “she gave me this too.. Do you like it?”
“Sweetheart..” Aang never failed to make you feel like air when he carried you with his big arms, he was pretty quick to flip you gently underneath him. “Do I like it? God yes… you look..”
He bites his puffy lip, eyes darkening in need when he finally gets a full view of the tight lace hugging your skin. Only Aang knew you’d be unable to walk next morning by the time he’s done with you.
Paring: : Centaur, Orc, Werewolf , dragon, husbands x female human reader.
Warnings: : double penetration, oral, dub con, public sex, nipple clamps, chains, size differences, breeding, knotting (I’m new to that concept) possessiveness, werewolf husband and reader have children together ♡
A/N: I know centaurs were asked so I’ll deliver! Ask: Can you do a monster fanfiction where the reader is the jealous one?
ORC
Maybe the intense summer heat was an excuse for couples to get naked and take a cool dip in the lake near the village. Orcs were shameless, well, in human standards they were. Nudity and sex weren’t taboo, no one ever shied away from a good time, especially on special occasions such as the annual summer festival. At first, when you moved in with your husband after journeying around multiple cities and towns, you were quite surprised at how carefree orc culture truly was. Even after being married for almost half a decade you still try to at least salvage what was left of your dignity and wear a swimsuit at events like these. Your husband never took things too far, always respecting your wishes to keep your sex life private, but you never really wanted to admit the whole thing did turn you on… maybe you were still too square. Normally you would sit on the edge of the lake by your husband while eating food cooked from the fair. It was common for neighboring orcs, humans and other monsters to show up to celebrate with alcohol and food to cool off. The event was huge, a phenomenon where creatures from across the globe could get along for a few days to celebrate the summer.
It took awhile for you to get ready today, normally you’d go to the lake with your husband, but you just couldn’t find your bathing suit for the life of you. You looked everywhere, in the bathroom, under the bed, in your closet, only to find all of your swimsuits untidy and thrown into the laundry basket near the window. You could have cleaned one up..but that would take forever, you’re sure you’d probably miss the whole festival. So, you decide to go outside with a long towel wrapped around your body. You found it in the bathroom in a panic, dust and lint curled onto the ruffled fabric. It seemed like it was in top notch condition to hold you up for a while.. maybe you’ll just go home early tonight after eating with your husband and friends.
The festival was as expected, loud and overly crowded with couples, friends and distant strangers roaming around. You couldn’t see your husband anywhere, which was shocking since he was relatively pretty huge, even for orc standards. You find your way through countless nude pairs, going to a food stand with your husband's favorite dish. You wait in line awkwardly, fumbling to keep your pesky towel on as it slips past your breast occasionally. You got two plates of the food, a sweet surprise since your husband always buys your meal at these fairs. You just hoped he hadn’t helped himself to the food before you got there, otherwise you’d have to eat this huge plate on your own.
The lake was crowded, orcs and other monsters cramped in small groups and spaced apart. You looked for your husband across the endless stream of creatures, tumbling and turning in grassy hills so you could secure your place by his side. You spot the large outline of him, a big orc with a large wide back and long raven locks of hair spread on his muscular back. You wanted to surprise him, sneak up against him before you got in the water. You hurry behind a large bush, watching as he relaxes his shoulders and closes his eyes, perfect, you had thought. This was the perfect time to jump out at him—
“Hi there, handsome.” You stumble on the ground, landing hard on the bushy floor, a tall woman, a pink succubus with light pink hair stands besides your husband, she’s nude, most people here are.. and damn did she look good.
You knew your husband was a handsome orc, no matter the species you were always a bit insecure about your place as his wife when others looked at him. “What are you doing all by yourself? Want some company?” A few more women appeared behind the tall succubus, all beautiful and nude as they towered over your husband as he sat silently in the water.
You could only hear the distant sounds of the chattering crowd behind you and a few crickets chirping by your bare feet. You watched as your husband took a sip of his large drink in hand, his chest heaving before he finally spoke. “Come out, I know you’re there, I can smell you.”
You stiffen, legs going numb from embarrassment and fear. You were terrified to walk out there.. let those women see you, let them judge you, let them believe he deserved better than this small human thing.
“Who.. what are you talking about?” The pink woman in front places a hand on her hip, looking around the dark forest. Carefully, you stand up, two paper plates in hand as you stare them down.
“Ah, I knew it,” the woman scrunched her face. “I thought I smelt human flesh from here.”
“Is she your maid?” Another woman asks
Your body burns from embarrassment, and anger, you always doubted yourself as your husband's wife. He was the chief after all, and you were only human. Maybe they were right.
“Speak ill of my wife again, wench, and I’ll cut your damn head off.”
Your husband stood up, walking over to your side. His body looked chiseled, water droplets oozing down his large chest. You all couldn’t help but stare in awe.
“Come here, let’s find another place to sit.” He lifts you up, taking the paper plates out of your hand in one swoop. He treads through the water, strong muscular legs swaying easily as he carries you to a public area filled with orcs and a few humans.
You lay into his chest once he sits down, heaving body shuttering as you cry. He immediately lifts your face with his large hand, placing the plates of food off to the side. His stern expression made you feel self conscious, weak, and all you wanted to do was hide yourself away. Drown yourself in the water.
“Look at me, wife.” He hugs your smaller frame to him before lifting you up to kiss your trembling lips. “You are stronger than them. Ignore it, it’s beneath you. They are beneath you.”
He nuzzles himself into your neck, hot breath drying the tears that fall to your chest.
In an act of courage , you grab his shoulders, thrusting yourself up so you can taste his salty tongue. Your towel is gone in an instant, flowing and forgotten in the dark water.
He holds your hip, large hand already pumping and tugging his thick green cock.
You slip him inside your pulsing hole, thrusting your hips violently against him. Water splashed around you, made waves soaking your upper back.
“That’s it..” he panted out, the two of you had drawn out quite a crowd. “Take me, take what’s yours.”
You scratch into his chest, fingernails gripping on for dear life as you claim him. “Let them see that we belong together.”
Your breath was heavy, legs trembling around his thick waist when he pumps up into you from below. “Fuck..I’ll never get tired of you, ever.” He moaned out loudly, not caring if anyone was looking. He needed to get rid of all those impulsive thoughts rotting his pretty wife’s mind.
CENTAUR
“Where are you going now?”
Your feet stomp down next to a bush of soft puffy flowers at the edge of the forest as you storm away from your husband who’s putting little to no effort to follow your footsteps as he slowly trots behind you. You were heated, angry, and each time your mind trailed back to that small moment at the local shops an hour ago you wanted to hit yourself. You both had just gone to shop for some ingredients for dinner, that was all, but of course knowing you, you ended up getting completely sidetracked by sideshow snacks.
You wanted to taste it all, and being the good man your husband was, he happily obliged carrying around all the snacks you could grab in a bag on his strong back. You took everything , candies, baked goods, savory dishes and drinks alike, after eating so many delicious things nature called, and you had to run to the bathroom, leaving your husband to wait at the tailor shop. You were only gone a few minutes, the walk between the two places wasn't that long despite the large crowds of various people and monsters roaming around. You were ready to head back home with your husband, you were sure his wallet would thank you after he spoiled you with treats. It was quite a surprise when you came back to see your husband being fitted for a suit, the woman taking his measurements was so close to him, flirting off his ear as she complimented his strong physique.
It was true that your husband was a looker. A centaur who’d turn heads no matter the creature. He was a big soft giant, long black curly hair, alluring sharp eyes, a muscular body and a surprisingly sweet smile.
“Hey,” your husband grabs your wrist, a nice gentle but firm tug to pull you into his chest. “What’s wrong ? Are you upset with me?”
“You’d rather walk today? I can carry you on my bac—“
“No need to worry about me. You seemed to find nice company with that saleswoman at the tailor shop just fine. Why don’t you go ask her how she’s feeling?” A passive aggressive smile perked on your lips as you try your best to pull away, but your husband doesn’t let up. He holds you, a concerned glint in his eye before he hesitantly speaks
“The tailor shop saleswoman? What about her?”
You roll your eyes “I’ve known human males to be quite clueless but I expected better from you.”
“Excuse me!?—“
You yank your hand away, this time actually succeeding. Taking the chance to use your husband’s visible confusion as an opportunity to leave, you turn around to go, and your feet betray you. Shocker. His grip was far too strong for you, and the force when you pulled away hauled you to the ground in a split second. Luckily the warm puffy flowers cushioned your fall. You rub your side, moaning in pain and embarrassment before your husband walks over. You thought he’d ask if you were ok, but when you finally met his gaze you couldn’t help but gulp down your breath.
“You want to question my loyalty, girl? Is that it?”
He flips you over with his front leg, a soft nudge that rolls you onto your belly. “You need me to fuck you at the edge of the forest? Prove to everyone that I’m yours? Hah—“ your husband laughs bitterly, his large body towering over your own. “I thought it was obvious I was spoken for, but since you say otherwise I’ll happily oblige showing you off.”
“Lift up your dress.”
“Let me claim you again since you’ve forgotten my vows.”
Your legs go numb in fright, your usually gentle husband was puffing clouds of air out his flared nostrils as he hovered over you completely. His chest heaved with anger, a solemn expression merging on his features as waited for you to turn around. Perhaps your anger was a bit foolish to someone who devoted himself to the very dirt you walked on. Wasn’t it?
“Maybe I was being a bit unreasonable—“ you began, throat clumping up with spit, your warm body fidgeting from embarrassment when you see the outline of your husband's large cock rise from under his tummy, you wanted to retract what you said, run away, but where could hide against someone as fast as he was?
“..” your usual ebb of jokes couldn’t soothe your husband, being accused of infidelity was a serious allegation, and what kind of man would he be letting those thoughts dwell in your pretty little head.
You weren’t sure how you got like this, but minutes of rough kisses over your bruised lips and neck were enough to coax you onto a large rock, your husband happily maneuvering over you, front muscular legs leaning against stone as he rubbed the head of his cock near your entrance. You were lucky, centaurs' natural magic with their respective mates were strong enough to give you the will power to overcome that aching stretch, even though you’ve felt him in your guts ever since you both met each other. But he was angry, a new side from him that you’ve never seen before, would he punish you for questioning his loyalty?
“Do you feel that?” Your pussy squelched underneath him, his cock dragging deliciously inside until his tip laid a few inches in. He was bullying you. Your prediction was admirably accurate. He buries himself, tip melting your insides as it massages you till it pressed firmly to your cervix. Your puffy wet folds were spread concerningly wide around your husband’s cock, miking him just how you were supposed to “I was made for you” he rasped, and if you could see the look in his eye when he finally bottomed out it’d be downright animalistic, a euphoria that only you can summon.
“I’m sorry—“ you whine, fingers desperately clawing into the curve of the large rock for stability to no avail..he pumps himself up, strong legs holding his massive size so he doesn’t crush you. He was mad, but all he wanted to do was prove how loyal he was…
“You should be…do you think I’d go that low as to cheat on you?” He rasps, hips not letting up as he slams into you, your pussy gaping around his length as thin lines of your arousal drips down your thighs..you hoped to the gods no one nearby saw you getting railed viciously by your husband. “This pussy belongs to me..” he hums, slamming against you “don’t want anyone else..” you gag when he rolls his hips, lips stained with drool when his cock rubs against the sensitive surface of your insides.
“And I’ll fuck you all night until you understand that.”
WEREWOLF
It was common for your husband to be more jealous than you. You were supposed to be the level headed one, the person who’d set him straight if he got too out of hand, and now here you are, walking away from your husband's tournament like a child. Werewolves were known for having annual tournaments in the summer, different packs would come together and compete against each other for sport. The most popular game consisted of fighting, but there were other sports like swimming and track races for those who wanted to avoid being involved toe to toe with a werewolf stronger than them. You were human, and luckily for you (well, if you’ll consider it lucky) you were thereby exempted from most games besides the track race. Not that you could out run a werewolf anyway…
You were always supportive of your husband’s interests in fighting, you’d happily cheer him on in the stands with his family and your children. You’d normally let your father and mother in laws have their time with the kids while you both walked around the fair and ate together, but this year you couldn’t even stand to look at him. You knew your husband had a lot of close friends in different packs, and you were always happy to see him connect with his old friends after being apart for so long, but nothing could have prepared you when you met his childhood best friend. She was beautiful, a tall werewolf with moxie, she was overly confident, very sweet and perplexingly strong..and while you had no problem with her at all, the closeness from your husband and his excitement once he saw her made you feel extremely insecure. You tried to sit things out, cheer him on as usual, but you felt like a third wheel in your own marriage when you compared yourself to her. She was flexible with your husband, a strong personality that’d make anyone around her comfortable. They seemed so compatible that it made you feel sick.
“You look a bit off,” your mother in law sits by you, fuzzy hand wrapping around your shoulder as you stare blankly onto the field where your husband was talking with his childhood friend. “What’s the matter?”
You snap your eyelids shut, finally coming to after watching the game with a numb stiff expression. You smile shyly, still too afraid to voice yourself in fear of being ridiculed. “Lai,” you admit, “She’s getting along with my husband really well, am I wrong for feeling insecure?”
“She’s super nice though,” you retorted, trying to lighten your former bitter words. “I just feel… jealous?”
Your mother in law silently looks at you, then towards her son on the field, she ticks her tongue, teeth baring in annoyance.
You both watch as your husband tussles on the ground with Lai, their laughter playfully echoing throughout the forest as it mixes in with the loud crowd of werewolves practicing around them.
“Look,” your mother in law begins, her fuzzy arm offering you a bit of comfort to lean into. “My son, no, my sons were never really the bright types.”
You smile sweetly at her light joke, noting how her eyes crinkle up when she sees your tension fade away. “He’s not the brightest, none of them are. But, I do know that the fool does love you, he can’t stop talking about you. A little rough play is normal between our kind, they’re just friends, nothing more.”
“I don’t know mom,” your brother in law chimes in, a slab of meat drooling out his lips. He was obviously eavesdropping into your semi private conversation. “I always thought that they’d end up together, Lai did have some pretty strong feelings for him back then, yeah? They match each other really well.”
Oh.
Ok.
Ouch.
Your mother in law snaps her head at her son, teeth baring. Taking the chance to leave the awkward situation, you timidly stand, scooting away from your heaving in laws as you make your way back to your home. You won’t embarrass yourself any further tonight…
You were so close to your home, you wanted to get as far away from your husband as possible, even more so away from your stupid brother-in-law. Most of the family accepted you when you married your husband, except him. And you were sure it was because you weren’t one of them… interspecies relationships were still a bit taboo after all.
“Hey— wait up,” the distant call of your husband’s voice rings out in the woods, you could feel him getting dangerously close, so you stop, not wanting him to tackle you to the ground.
“What?” You turn to him, bitter tearful drops of your sorrow and jealousy finally pooling over your waterlines. Your husband stops in his tracks in front of you.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Why’d you leave?” He’s quick to pull you into his fuzzy heaving chest, he had run after you for quite a bit.
“I’m fine…” you rub your puffy cheeks, trying to pull away from your husband, but he cages you in his strong arms.
“Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing—“
“It doesn’t look like nothing, baby, talk to me.”
You twist in his arms, tripping the both of you onto the ground. He pounces on you, large body heaving as he stares you down.
You both tussle around, his strong hands gripping your wrist.
“Lai, you two are close!” You breathlessly yell, pushing at his chest to get him off you, but he stays, wide eyes finally opening in surprise at your honesty “Even your brother thinks she’s a perfect match for you, so why don’t you leave me alone and go back to her?”
Your husband silently observed you, his normally cheerful eyes now filled with wistful regret. He runs a clawed hand over your cheek, coughing up the awkward dryness from his throat before he speaks.
“I’m sorry.”
He licks up your neck, nuzzling apologetically under your chin, his tail hangs below his legs, eyes filled with pages worth of guilt. “I haven’t seen her in years, we grew up together as pups, but I should have known better than to rough house with her like that. We’re not kids anymore..besides,” your husband finally stands, lifting you up in his strong arms before flailing you over his shoulder. “I already have the perfect wife, I don’t want anyone else but you.”
“I should have been more aware of how my actions might make you feel..”
Your neck has never been more bruised than tonight. Your husband had called his dad, giving him the ok to keep the kids for the night, tonight, he wanted to ravish you whole. He spent hours kissing and licking over your trembling body, his sharp teeth gnawing into your precious skin to leave his mark. He made sure to rub his body all over you, he needed to merge your scents together. He already smelt like you, but for the sake of both your peace of mind, he’ll drown himself in you tonight.
“M’sorry,” he’d mumble repeatedly against your breast, teeth tugging your sensitive nipple as he fucked himself into you at an alarming speed that made you both gag for fresh air. His cock was always a stretch, and you never learned your lesson so you had to suffer the familiar delicious sting of each inch apologetically working you open. Your husband couldn’t be any more apologetic, he kissed all over your face, warm slippery tongue rolling over the beaded tears that flooded down your cheeks. He loved the salty taste of you, loved tasting anything you had to offer.
“Gonna fucking fill you up again—”
He huffs, growling lowly near your throat to keep you in place when you start to squirm under his heavy weight. “I’d never replace you—ever you’re mine… you’re always gonna be mine—“ his teeth dig firmly, but carefully in your throat as he pumps himself up into you. Your legs were too weak to even wrap around him at this point as you laid helplessly underneath him.
“You want my scent, yeah?” He breathlessly chained himself to you with his legs when you squeezed around him tight “I’ll give you another one of my pups, since you want to show me off some more..” he puffed his chest, curling your legs up and over his shoulders so he could fuck you at a better angle. “I’ll never get tired of you, ever.”
“I’m yours.”
DRAGON
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“No I’m not.”
“You are.”
“Can you leave me alone? Thanks.”
You were on top of your husband's large exotic pile of gold, a lifelong collection that pales in comparison to his greatest treasure (his wife). Or so he’d say.
“How can I leave you alone when you’re acting reckless? Come down.” Your husband growls slowly under his breath, smoke from his nostrils flailing up as he circles you from below.
You childishly stick out your tongue, holding in a sharp laugh when you see your husband's nose flare from anger.
“You’re acting foolish,” he barks, loud booming voice shaking your makeshift throne of gold “what kind of woman gets jealous over jewelry!?”
“When I went shopping yesterday morning, do you know who I came across?” You twirl a large golden crown around your wrist, smiling at your husband's vivid irritation, he stops circling you, waiting for you to finish “I came across a fortune teller, I gave her two gold coins to read my future and she gave me a really nice reading about our marriage.”
“Hold on.” Your husband’s wings lower, he rubs his thick browline, hot air puffing underneath him. “You’re telling me, you’re jealous and angry at me over a phony side show fortune teller? You know those things are scams right?”
“I don’t think so, how’d she know I was mated and wed to a dragon?” You huff back at him
“Oh I have no idea, maybe because you walk away in the forest everyday and leave riding on my damn back!”
“She told me,” you happily continue, smiling giddily when you cut him off “dragons trade their mates for their gold. That gold and jewels are worth more than me to you, so, I’m tarnishing it before you rid yourself of me.”
….
…
“You’re an idiotic fool—“ he snarls out after an awkward long minute of silence.
“Oh screw you—“ you hurl a jewel at his head, body tipsy and turning as you fumble on the top of hard gold. You fall in a second off the shaky tower, it’s a long fall, it’s questionable how a tiny thing as yourself got to the top anyhow. Your husband flies under you, swooping you up in his strong arms in an instant.
He holds you tight against him until you both reach the warm cave grounds, an awkward silence lingering before he pins you to the cave wall, large warm body pressing against your tummy and chest
“You believe in tasteless myths. You should know by now that us dragons cherish our mates. From how much I spoil you,” he hissed
“Do I seem cold hearted to you?” He pushes impossibly close to you, a teasing glint in his eye when you return the same energy
“You are pretty rash, maybe you should prove yourself, hm? Tussle up a few of your prized possessions for me.”
“You don’t want me to be angry with you all day, right?”
You never knew your husband as the type who would own such provocative jewelry, but you’d be surprised how much is buried under piles and piles of this lifetime of treasure. Cute little gold nipple clamps, leaving your breast at his mercy to tug and pull on with the cute golden chain in the middle.
“When did you find this, and what were you even planning on using these for before marrying me— and mhh—“ he surprises you once more by wrapping a small gag across your lips, it tasted bitter and metallic.
“I don’t mind breaking some old gold chain if it means I get to see you like this,” he lets you sit on his large lap, straddling yourself steady to him before he lets you take control over his cock. He wanted everything to be fair, let you yank and pull at his gold if it’ll make you happy, so he lets you put a chain around his neck.
He lets you curve around him, short human legs barely snug around his thick frame. He lets you tease him, he loves when you boss him around, so, he challenges you to pull his neck hard, collective hungry eyes watching as you lower yourself down onto his flared iridescent cock. He lets out a loud purr when you finally sink down on him, your wet folds warm and spread on him, heated goo of arousal pooling to his heaving stomach.
“You’re still upset with me?” He blinks under you, eyelids on the brink of closing.
“Hmm,” you hum, “maybe you should make it up to me a bit more.”
A/N: I don’t understand how I have a breeding kink but I don’t want to get pregnant lmao
This is a rewrite of the first fanfic I published to my page, along with the addition of Valko! Didn’t proofread my autocorrect crazy asl
You’ve been holding back on what you’ve truly wanted for months ever since your baby bump started to show. Now, you just can’t take it anymore, since the only craving you want is actively avoiding touching you where you truly need it.
RAFAYEL ⋆˚꩜｡ּ
What you were asking for was absurd! You were pregnant! Heavily pregnant at that, and here you were clinging onto your husband, whining into his ear about how one of his cocks couldn’t keep the hunger you had contained, you needed more.. and you’d beg him on your hands and knees until he complied. :
Your palms clamp down on your husband's strong shoulders, long nails digging into his flesh as he hisses out in pain. You both were underwater, his enormous strong tail holding you up as he tried to lower you down onto his big fat iridescent cock
“No,” you pant out, he had just finished fingering you moments before, and you were sure he was about to deny you more pleasure since he hid his second cock under his scales in between his slit. “Not today, give me more.”
You hug against him, rubbing your finger over his messy slit, lazily brushing the precum dripping from inside him over his soft folds “Please, Rafayel… Please I want more..” you bite your bottom lip hard, noting how your husband crumples underneath you when you stick your fingers inside him, trying your best to urge his dick out. “Please” you whine, pressing impossibly close against him. “Please Rafayel—“
“C-Cutie..” he gasps out in shock when he feels the soft tips of your fingers rub over the swollen head of his sheathed cock, his free one twitches between your puffy folds, desperately trying to push itself inside. Why were you trying to rile him up when you were like this? When he wanted so desperately to hold back.
“No-!” You croak, “please baby, please! Need more.. please..”
“You’re impossible…” he huffs, his ears a nice rose shade of pink like his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, not when you’re like this..” he rubs his large hand over the curve of your swollen tummy, whimpering when you grind against his thick cock in retaliation “You’re- pregnant, I can’t—“
Your eyes water with despair, even if you both were under the sea, your desperation was evident when he saw your eyebrows furrow up in defeat.
“Damn it—“
You’re flipped around instantly, pregnant body only held up by the thick water around you and your husband’s death grip on your hip, and one hand laying protectively over your stomach. Being underwater really helped you shift in new positions easily…
“You’re damn stubborn!” You almost scream when you feel the tips of both heads prod at your entrances before slowly pushing in. Finally, that stretch you haven’t felt in months found you again… you choke, legs flailing when the rim of your ass stretches around him.. it had been awhile since you’ve felt this full…
“F-Fuck..” he bites down on your ear before pumping his hips, big fat cocks hitting so deep inside you that the one inside your pussy beats against your cervix… it should be painful, this WOULD be painful, but you were lucky, lucky that your husband’s natural arousal worked as a lube and relaxant, it always felt like he was spilling before you even did anything… “Mhhh—“ he gasps, finally embracing the feeling of both your holes wrapping so perfectly around him again “Wanna give you more babies.. wanna give you more of me… don’t wanna let you go ever..”
Your scent was intoxicating, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was drunk of your smell alone. He buries himself deep, grinding the ridges of his abnormal fat cocks against your gummy walls as you holler out into the vast ocean. Any lemurian miles away could hear you being fucked by the sea god, but none would ever dare interfere.
Rafayel lifts your legs with both hands, spreading you open as you slowly fall on his bumpy cocks so they impale deep within you before he thrusts at an abnormally high speed.
You were sure you could see the mix of your juices puddling below you in the water as it squirts out with each sloppy thrust from your husband, but you didn’t have the energy to focus on that when he was abusing your insides.
“Not even done carrying this one and I already wanna put another in you.. you carry my child so well..” he kisses your cheek, a sweet gesture in comparison to the brutal speed he was pumping in you. “You look divine…” the stroke of both his cocks inside you felt so slippery and raw, the mix of the ocean water and the huge amount of cum spilling from him made it so easy for him to hump you like a mere small fleshlight.
“Rafayel-!” You gag, eyes stinging with tears when his cocks massage you simultaneously, rubbing against another despite being in different places..it made you want to scream! “Rafayel!
“Rafayel!!”
It’s like Déjà vu when he stills in you, balls clenching up before spilling loads of his cum inside your swollen walls in short spurts that may have turned your insides white. He rubs against your stomach, eyes crinkling when he tries to feel for your young.. “Are you satisfied?,” he whispered into the shell of your ear, making you weakly shiver into his chest as he continued pumping in you to help you both ride your highs. “I can go another round if you’re up for the challenge..”
XAVIER⋆˚꩜｡ּ
Your star was always quite rough in bed, now that you were pregnant he couldn’t be more gentle..too gentle in fact. You’ve been only getting dry little humps from him, his fingers, but you needed more, you felt like you’d burst if he didn’t give you his all…:
“Xavier?” You were wrapped in a blanket on your husband's lap, he was laying against your pregnant belly, listening and feeling for your soon to be child.
“Mh?” He sleepily responded, holding your hands before rubbing into your knuckles.
“Are you not attracted to me anymore?” You lightly inquired, eyes filled with hesitation and guilt. It was almost inhuman how quickly Xavier sat up, his eyes were wide, and he had stopped rubbing your stomach in exchange to hold you tighter
“Why would you say something like that, angel?” He rubs your back, pulling you into him so he can rub and cuddle into your squishy body. “Am I not making you feel attractive? Because you should know I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re like this, you look so cute and plump how can I not be head over heels.?” He rubs your sore tummy, mumbling into your shoulder as you let out a soft shy moan. “So full..” he whispers, strong warm hands glowing as he fondles your top so he can rub at your bare breast. He flicks at your nipples, grinding his cock into your ass while you softly whine his name. “See, look at that, so pretty..”
“You haven’t really..” you pant, grabbing at his wrists so you could pull away, but he only pinches and twirls your nipples around more. “You haven’t really had sex with me in a w-while.” Xavier sits still for a second, his round greyish eyes open in shock. So, that was the problem.
“Honey, I’m sorry, let me make it up to you, ok? Lay on your tummy..here” he gets your pregnancy pillow and a few other cushions so your stomach is elevated and you’re nice and comfortable, you’re about to question him but he’s already slipping off your shorts and panties as they puddle up on the floor.
“There,” you could hear the smile from his weary tone “you look great like this..I didn’t mean to neglect you, I’ll do better..” Xavier rubs his fingers over your entrance before pushing them inside. “You’re wet, but I can do better..” he smiles, pumping his fingers into you at an alarming speed… your legs tremble, it was almost like you were getting fucked by a vibrator. “Squeezing them so tight..” he mumbled, biting into his lips before stroking the pads of his fingers on your g-spot. “You missed this.. I can tell.. that’s my bad..”
You yelp, squeezing your hands against your pillow as you rock your hips back to meet his sloppy thrusts of his fingers. You cum in seconds, legs going weak and hazy immediately when you spurt around him.
“Xavier!!”
“Hm? It’s ok baby..I got you, let it out on me.. don’t worry about a mess, ok?”
You cry out your husband's name like an endless symphony, so distracted by your release you don’t even notice him lowering his boxers until you feel him stuff your puffy pussy with his big cock.
“Ha—“ gagging out a strangled whine you bury your face into the couch cushion, expecting him to get ready and fuck your lights out, but he only gives you a few low thrusts of his hips..
Slow, soft sex was nice, and while it felt good, you both had only had soft sex occasionally..you wanted it a bit rougher..
“Xavi..” you pout “harder, please —“
“Harder?” He raises his thick eyebrow, grabbing at your hips to slow you down when you start rutting yourself on him. “I don’t want to hurt you…”
“Just for today, please Xavi?”
—
You’ve been on your back for hours as Xavier fucked you from above, legs wrapped loosely on his strong waist as he pumped his thick seed inside you over and over again. You were spread out on him, pussy gaping and sore from how much he battered into you.
“Gonna give my angel what she wants..” he hisses, rubbing your breast in his hands once more. “Gonna make sure she’s satisfied…”
SYLUS⋆˚꩜｡ּ
Your husband said he was too big..and while he still graciously ate you out on his tongue and fingered you until you fell back with stars twirling around your head, he just wouldn’t give you his cock!! He was worried, he’d probably hurt you if he let his selfish desires take over his reason. :
Sylus didn’t miss how you sadly talked on the phone with your best friend Tara late at night when you thought he was in his office. How you felt like something was wrong with you and your body despite his reassurance that he didn’t want to hurt you because of his huge size. You were so far along in your pregnancy that he was afraid he’d squish you if you even laid too close together in bed, so he could see why you were scared because he was keeping his distance.
He ponders in his office for hours, too guilty to go back to the room and face you head on. You didn’t hear him walk by, but he can’t help himself from feeling like a piece of shit for making you feel so undesirable. You couldn’t be far from the truth, you looked so beautiful with his young inside you, it was almost impossible for him to keep his hands off you, especially when he ate you out. You smelt so warm, so familiar and sweet.. it was almost criminal how weak you made him feel.
You were laying in bed when Sylus came back to the bedroom, snuggled up on your side with your pillow and legs curled against your protruding belly that peeked so cutely under the silk blankets.
He hugs you from behind, rubbing soft loving circles into your swollen belly while inhaling your sharp sweet scent. You felt divine in his hold, so gentle and squishy, he was afraid he’d hurt you if he rubbed you too hard. It wasn’t common that he treated you like frail glass. You were a capable hunter, after all..
“I’m sorry,” he kisses your ear, humming as you sleepily moan in your sleep. He apologizes for everything, for leaving you feeling so insecure, and for neglecting you. At times like these he was glad you wore only panties and his t-shirt to bed.. made it so much easier for him to slip the wet band of your underwear to the side so he can stuff your pretty cunt with his meaty fingers.
You let out a groan of confusion in your sleep, legs buckling together, he only shushes you, rubbing your clit with his free hand to ebb the huge stretch “shh, shhh,” he lovingly whispered “I know baby, I know. I’m here…” he kissed into your cheek, removing his damp fingers slowly from your sex so he could line his thick head against your entrance. Sylus was always a stretch to take, but at times like these he’s glad he can use his evil to give you some form of comfort and protection.
“Shhhh— good girl.” He slips the tip inside, stretching you out just like you wanted.. you squirm around, eyes gritting before they slowly open.
“Sylus—?” You gasp, pussy fluttering around his tip as he rubs your clit.
“Sh, baby, let me in.” He pushed his hips further, breaking all barriers before bottoming out inside you, still pinching and rubbing your clit to help ease the burn.
“Sylus..what’s going on..?” You yawn, pretty eyes locking onto his ruby ones.
“You looked so bright..so round and beautiful, couldn’t resist any longer..” he rasps, pumping himself slowly so his cock drags against your walls. You could feel him pulsing, feel how excited he got when he heard you moan, earning you a rash twitch of him inside you.
“A-Ah! Sylus..” you grip the mattress when he lifts your leg up to pump inside you in a better angle. His balls slapping gently against your ass.
“Sylus—“ you mewl, eyes still dry from sleep as you try to reach for his hand “Sylus—“
“Let it out,” he says, rocking himself into you..oh my gods! You were about to break.
“Oh! Fuck!” You whine, uncaring if anyone else could hear you when you squirt all over his dick and lower stomach “Fuck!!”
His balls clench before he spills in you, warm milky cum coating your walls.
“You’re so beautiful like this, I should show you some more appreciation..”
ZAYNE⋆˚꩜｡ּ
Zayne hadn’t touched you at all since your stomach got heavier. He had only reduced every interaction you both had into simple cuddles and innocent acts of quality time. You’ve never felt so pent up and frustrated in your life. Little did you know your husband was also struggling…:
Zayne was expecting you to be asleep at this hour. He had just got home, and here you were, wide awake on the bed as you fingered yourself desperately to his name. You hadn’t noticed him yet.. it was far too dark for you to see out into the hallway, but wow.. what he could see from here almost felt unreal. Your breast puddles up, more thick and plump than months ago, and your round stomach looked beautiful on you… it was hard to imagine you were so swollen with his child.
“Z-Zayne..” you’d mumble under your breath, drawing his erection to hug pathetically tight against his work pants “Zayne..” your lips tremble, and your weak body twitches, he can only assume you orgasmed… Your body was glowing, puffy breasts heaving up and down when you pulled your fingers out your clenching hole.
Zayne can’t help himself.. his feet travel on their own before he’s in bed besides you, large hand grabbing your wrist so he can admire your worn out expression.
“You’re home..” you whisper.
“I am..” he says equally as gentle.
“Zayne…” your pretty eyes soften with desire, an alluring call that makes your husband's legs almost go weak. “Please fuck me..it’s been so long and I–“
“M’ss you so much..”
“Need you..”
“Please..I-“
Zayne could have been dreaming, your voice sounded so dreary and sweet, like a siren luring him in, not that he’d ever try to run away though.
“You’re pregnant, I won’t put you and the baby at risk, you’re too far along and—“ he was fighting himself, veins strained as sweat pooled down his warm pink cheeks when he saw the large frown spread on your plump puffy lips .
—
“Oh—Oh- Zayne!”
You were on your back, legs comfortably tied around your husbands thick waist when he lines himself up against your entrance. He had spent an hour between your legs, catching up on old times that you didn’t even need lube since you were dripping, but he gave it to you anyway, long slender fingers scissoring it inside you in controlled thrusts as you screamed into the pillow he had handed you moments ago. Now he was finally giving you that attention you’ve been waiting so long for. The head of his cock leaked warm precum over your sensitive clit, and he only adds more fire to the flame by rubbing his tip in circles on your tiny pearl.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your neck “m’so sorry for neglecting you.”
He finally pushes himself inside you, thick tip parting your dripping entrance so you can tightly engulf around him. He’s so slow, scarred hand rubbing over your round stomach so he doesn’t squish you while he sinks inside you. He felt so weak..so so weak like his legs would give out any minute.
He manages to bottom out, cock snug and warm inside before he stills completely.
“Tell me if I hurt you, I can’t forgive myself if I— mnggg, shit, sweetheart..”
You grind your hips impatiently against his, skin slapping loudly as you hammer yourself onto his long cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sh, sh, sh—here— here, let me do the work..”
“Missed this pussy…”
Zayne wraps his fingers around your plush swollen thighs, gripping them tight before he starts to thrust his shaky hips. “Sh, Sh, sh— good girl….. just like that..”
His large finger presses down on your clit, rubbing it in tiny little circles as he starts to fuck into that spot inside you that made you cry out his name.
“Mhh I’m so sorry, honey—“ he grinds up, hitting the pleasure point inside you like a toy button. “M’Sorry for neglecting you– hah–“
“You look so pretty— so damn pretty.. so full..” you cry out his name, fingers clinging into the mattresses from how overstretched you felt from his cock. “My pretty girl..”
“Mhh… you carry life so elegantly..”
“carrying my young..” he pants out, eyes dimming with need before you spurt around him, pussy squelching each time his long cock forces its way back inside you.
“That’s it,” he praises, rubbing a stray tear from your eye when you finally come down from your high. “Good girl..I’ll make up for my mistakes..ok?” He starts to thrust again, shushing you gently when you whine “Gonna take care of you all night baby..”
VALKO⋆˚꩜｡ּ
You were pissed the fuck off with your husband. First he got you pregnant with twins and now he has the balls to ignore you when you needed him the most? You needed him, needed to be fucked beyond those stupid sex toy’s you bought yourself. It couldn’t match how thick he felt in you. It’s fine, you’d just have to find a way to get him to listen…:
“Look at that,” your husband smiled deeply when you angrily wobbled into his office, you looked so cute like this, puffy lips stuck in a pout and your eyebrows furrowed so tight that it was almost hard to take you seriously. Not to mention your cute little body as you tried to look intimidating while standing over him as he sat in his chair… you were so round, so full and swollen, he was surprised you even had the energy to come all the way up here in the first place.
“I thought you were going to stay in bed,” he pulled you into his lap abruptly, holding your jaw with a teasing gleam in his eye, laughing when you try to bite at his long fingers.
“It’s too early to stay in bed—“ you huff
“Why haven’t you fucked me!?”’ You push him back against the spinning chair, “are you trying to bully me or something?”
“I know you can smell me— so why can’t you do something about how I’m feeling? I feel so desperate for you, Valko, please..”
“Can’t you feel how much I need you ..?” You lean in to kiss him, but he spins you around so your back is facing him.
“So you’re just going to ignore me? I spill my heart out to you and you just— oooohhhh!!!” You don’t know how he managed to surprise you, but the thick base of his cock slips into you with an easy quick stroke.
“Mhmg—“ your lips part when he thrusts up into you a few times, and you quickly cry in frustration when he stops.
“Be good,” he playfully whispers before pointing to the door. Maybe this was all a sick joke, but karma really has its ways of working fast… two men, two of Valkos men walk in, their suits are stained with blood, but that doesn’t stop them from still looking professionally etiquette.
“We’re here, boss.” One says, you can see the way his wolf ears twitch when he enters the room and sees you seated pretty on your husband's lap.
“And Mrs. Ao.” They bow to you, and you can’t help but nervously nod your head in response, too scared to move since you were stuffed to the brim with 7 inches of dick.
“My wife will join us, she’s been feeling a bit under the weather, so I’m just keeping an eye on her, let’s begin?”
Valko rubs a hand over your swollen belly, dick twitching proudly in your guts knowing he was the one that knocked you up.
“We don’t mind, boss” one man says
“Yeah, it’s a shame Mrs. Ao feels unwell, especially since you’re so long in your pregnancy right?”
You helplessly nod, smiling awkwardly as your juices puddle up on your husband's lap.
“You’re leaking,” he whispered, “you know us wolves have a keen sense of smell..do you think they can’t tell how desperate you are right now?” His hot breath makes you shiver in embarrassment and shame, you can’t help yourself from crumbling back against him as some sort of shield.
The meeting with the two underdogs was long, way too long that you started to feel drowsy on your husband's cock. You lean into his chest, eyes drooped and lids closed as you listen to them talk about their next team strategy.
“Yeah, she looks cute, doesn’t she?” You wearily open your eyes when your husband rubs your browline, both the men were looking at you again, both now with flush faces. It wasn’t uncommon for his kind to be shameless with their partners in the open, but it still made them a bit shy.
“I told you they could smell you, honey..” he licks your neck, “I really tried to be still as I could” he pouts and you can’t help yourself from shrieking internally in embarrassment.
“You were leakin all over me,” he smirks teasingly
“She’s carrying our babies like a champ..no wonder she’s so pent up from working so hard” he rubs your tummy once more,
“Aren’t I lucky that she’s mine?” You can almost hear the growl in his tone.
You don’t speak, you don’t dare to, but Valko forces a moan out of you with his hips, bouncing you up and down on his swollen sensitive cock. “Let me just help her out..” he calmly replied, grinding into you like nothing was wrong with the situation.
“Go on,” he rasps “you two can continue..”
The two men get up like nothing happened, going back to presenting their piece while your husband bounces you up and down his veiny pulsing cock with an uninterrupted calm expression. He may have seemed civil on the outside, but you could feel the thumps of his tail as you grinded into him like a cock drunk slut.
“You both make a really good case..” Valko hums, leaning his hand down to rub and pinch at your sensitive clit, making you cry out in shock.
“I’ll think over it after tonight, dismissed.” He releases the men, and when they finally walk through the door he pins you to the table, holding onto your belly as a cushion so you don’t bump into it while he fucks into you.
“You’re evil!” You cry out, eyes puffy and wet with tears from overstimulation. “Mhh! Evil—“
“I just like showing you off, so pretty carryin my pups anyway, couldn’t resist..”
CALEB⋆˚꩜｡ּ
It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair… why did Caleb have to tease you? You said you could do without him, said you could satisfy yourself because he’s been gone forever because of work. Now here he was, shirtless and sweaty in the backyard yard cutting the grass. You’re not sure what came over you, maybe your feet moved on their own, but you couldn’t help yourself from pouncing and taking back what was yours.:
“You’re being unfair..” you were on top of Caleb, after dragging him in the house with a false emergency you pushed him on the bed in an instant, clamping his wrists to the bed frame with a pair of handcuffs that came with your sex toy box. “Pip’s please.. h-hah.. I’m sorry..”
You were down on your knees surprisingly, you managed to get the strength to tease him..make him wait for you like he did each time he went away for work. You press your full breasts against him, caging his flush cock as you kiss the tip before tonguing him. “Ah— please!- baby get up please you’ll hurt yourself ah–“ you wiggle your heavy breast, squishing them tight against his cock before you fuck them up and down on his blaring red tip “Fuck!” He whines, streams of tears running down his face when you start to go faster.
“You abandoned me,” you dramatically whine, lips kissing over the head of his twitching cock “you know I don’t take these things lightly, Caleb.. I needed you.”
“Use me baby…. Use me, oh fuck please use me.. m’so sorry baby, please.”
You knew this was torture for him..that he couldn’t touch you, couldn’t bury his face in your soft breast while he fucked you… Yeah, you were sure this was driving him mad. “Ah–“ you wrap your mouth around his length, gagging when you feel his tip press near your uvula. You inhale his scent, that musky smell that makes you shiver, and then, you push your head down, sinking your mouth over him again and again while he cries uncontrollably underneath you.
You grip his thighs for leverage, fully abandoning your technique with your breast so you can continue slurping around his tip like a lollipop.
It doesn’t take long for Caleb to come undone, he’s bursting within seconds after you teased him for so long. His eyes are puffy, purple irises dark and dim with the need for revenge as you lick up his dripping cum with your pretty mouth.
“Baby—“ he cries when you finally stand up, you rub your slit over his messy dick, aligning his leaky tip near your entrance before you lower yourself down.
This was torture for Caleb.. you were being so evil to him..all he wanted to do was touch you, hold you, kiss you, and here you were, back facing him as you rode his cock with that drunk wail of ecstasy waving from your lips. He was growing impatient..
“Fuck!” He curses out, rutting his hips up in tune with yours, making you yelp out in surprise. Gods, you looked so good from this angle, thick plump thighs squished together, the outline of your ass and sides of your round tummy almost made him leak inside you.
“You aren’t supposed to do that—“ you try to pull away from him, but he follows you with his relentless hips, punching that spot inside of you until you crumble back onto him where you belong.
“Lemme out—“ he whimpers, “lemme out, damn it!”
You hiccup when you bounce on his lap, breast jiggling in the air when he grows rougher with his continuous thrusts.
You knew it was a bad idea, letting him out of these cuffs when he’s like this, but you were tired of playing this silly game, so you shakily reach for the bedside drawer, picking up the key for the handcuffs before clicking them off of him.
It’s almost scary how fast Caleb springs up to life, he’s over you in an instant, strong arms lifting you into the air so he can use gravity to fuck his cock near your guts. His nose was puffy and red from all his crying, and even as innocent as he wanted to appear, he immediately buries himself into your breasts, lapping and sucking at your pebbled nipples while fucking you up and down like a basketball.
“Ah- ah—“ he gasps into your mouth, pushing you carefully against the wall so he can get a better angle..it was honestly very attractive how he carried you like you weighed nothing..
“You can’t do that to me..please don’t do it again..” he gropes your body, sucking all over you with loud pops that will definitely leave you sore tomorrow morning. He rubs your breast, sighing at the sight before he spills in you.
“You don’t need to punish me— I’ll take a week off—“ he groans “make up for lost time!”
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Summary: A Lemurian would abandon any sense of reason to chase down his prey.
Warnings: Predator x Prey, Hunting, playful teasing, bruising, breeding (ignore my silly merman logic). long abnormal tongue, two dicks, oral, cnc(playful), Rafayel has a slit. Husband Rafayel. I didn’t proofread.
“Rafayel, how do Lemurians hunt down their prey, can you show me? Your tail looks pretty heavy. I’m sure it’d weigh you down, right?” When you asked your husband for an example on how Lemurians hunted their prey you were only partially joking, but now that you were under the crashing ocean waves as his personal test subject, a five minute head start felt like nothing. At first, you thought your husband would be slow. His tail was massive, long and heavy. Each time he bought you into the ocean he was always gentle with you, holding you in his embrace as the two of you treaded through the calm waters, but now…
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You were hidden behind a rock, a cluster of seaweed helping to block your face as you stared into the quiet ocean before you. The watch around your wrist buzzed lightly. Your five minutes were finally up.
The journey to this rock was slow. You were a good swimmer, but without your husband by your side you felt a lot slower, but, you were pretty far away from your home on the island.
He had given you five minutes. Eyes filled with excitement as you lowered yourself into the water. He liked a challenge.
You knew he had your scent, you knew he had instincts to help him hunt down prey, but you doubted he could find you.
He was just too big.
“If you can find me in five minutes– no, make it three. I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.” You promised, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his pupils dilated.
You start your timer, twisting the watch to three minutes.
The ocean was still. The sound of the underwater depths made your ears tingle. Everything felt silent and calm. You lean yourself against the large rock, holding onto the rigged sides for some stability.
It was a beautiful sight really. There were no other sea creatures floating around. You actually had a clear view of the open sea floor. The sunlight crept beautifully onto the white sand, seaweed swayed lightly and the coral was blindingly vibrant.
And yet, it also felt lonely, too eerie.
The time on your watch was decreasing quickly. It was at three minutes, then two, now it was only fifty nine seconds left. Maybe you’d win this challenge after all.
Peeking over the rock, you gaze out at the horizon. There was still no sign of Rafayel. You felt more worried now. Maybe he forgot about you.
Maybe he got stuck somewhere.
Your timer was at ten seconds. You were debating just turning it off. He had clearly lost the challenge. You lean, about to swim back to the surface when a soft iridescent purple glow from behind you glimmers on your watch.
You’re slow, creaking your head hesitantly behind you. Inch by inch felt haunting, and you could swear the light hitting the water faded when you finally noticed your husband behind you.
“—!”
He lets you swim away, just for a short while of course. He loved proving you wrong.
And you sure as hell were.
You swim in the open water, flailing your arms around to push faster while Rafayel lingers closely behind. Waiting, watching.
You curve a corner into a shallow cave, bikini catching onto a piece of stone, ripping your bottoms clean off as you try your best to keep swimming. Maybe this was not the best spot to run away in.
It didn’t even feel like a second before Rafayel pounced on you. The distance he let you create was only an illusion after all.
It was only what he allowed you to see. What he allowed you to believe.
You’re no match for one of the oceans biggest predators, after all.
“I was wondering when you’d notice me.”
Large hands hoist you up against the rock, caging you underneath a heaving chest.
He had you.
“How long..”
“How long have I been here?”
He smiles, brushing his long finger against the curve of your chin. His eyes were glowing, a soft elegant blue that ignited something deep in your depths. He looked large. Something that was just becoming more apparent the longer he trapped you to this cave wall.
You couldn’t escape.
“Long enough. I’m surprised you didn’t notice me sooner.
“Now, about what you said earlier.”
He licked his bottom lip, a glint of something sinister in his eye.
“I’ll show you what a Lemurian is capable of when catching his prey.”
He’s over you in seconds, large tail wrapped between your legs as he presses his full weight onto your body. And gods, it’s heavy. He kisses your collar, twirling his tongue over your skin like a predator mocking its prey.
A soft suckle against your neck is shortly replaced with gentle biting. Rafayel’s smooth teeth are pointy now, long and sharp as they penetrate your skin just enough to leave a mark.
“Rafayel..” curling your toes, you wiggle in his embrace, not used to the drastic change from your usually gentle husband.
“Gonna ruin you…I won’t hold back anymore.” He kisses down the middle of your breast, biting you underneath the band of your clothes before his sharp teeth tear through your bathing suit, letting what was left of it float to the surface of the ocean.
“I’ve held back too much.”
Your legs are over your head, his face now buried between your thighs as he kisses your folds.
“Relax yourself for me..” his voice is low, the only thing holding his concentration was the thought of ruining your body.
Rafayel bites your thigh, each sink of his teeth irritating your soft flesh. You were surprised he didn’t leave any trace of blood.
“Taste so sweet..even better underwater.”
He licks around your clit, watching you squirm underneath him before he starts splitting you open on his tongue.
Before, he’d finger you whenever trying to stretch you out. But now, he had no sense of control. He’s never shown you the full levels his body could go through, but he didn’t care anymore.
He needed you.
Each push of his tongue felt foreign, unforgiving and cold. Slimy.
It made you feel unbelievably full.
“Raf— wait…too big..mng!”
The tremble in your legs didn’t go unnoticed, but Rafayel didn’t seem to mind. He kept pushing his tongue past your limits, right until the tip hit your cervix.
“F-Fuck!!”
You sob out, throwing your head against the rock, trying to squirm away for some relief but it was no use.
His tongue curved inside you, thick and unforgiving as he flicked it just right against your walls. All why maintaining eye contact with you.
He loved seeing your expressions.
He loved seeing how wrong you were.
Tears sting at the corner of your eyes. Everything felt so tangible, so intense that you feared you’d crack in his arms then and there, but he kept going.
He made out with your pussy, twirling and sucking on your clit momentarily before slipping his tongue back inside you, just enough to flick at that spot that had you curling into yourself.
“Gonna c-cum..! N-No more!”
“M’sorry—“
It was like his ears were blocked. The only noise he could hear was the sound of how your pussy squelched around his tongue, how he molded your shape.
“P-Please!”
You squirt, messy spurts dripping on his face and mouth. He nuzzles into you, bewitched by your scent alone. You smelt fucking divine.
“Give me another one..one more, baby.”
“Don’t you dare pull away.”
He’s already back inside you, tongue twitching in your over sensitive pussy. Everything felt too intense, too cold..
“No—“
You gag out
“Can’t—“
He kisses the side of your clit, humming into you.
“Mhm..”
You rut your hips, not sure if you’re trying to back away or pull yourself closer, but you eventually melt into his hands, cumming on his tongue once again before he pulls away to kiss you. His lips are soft and chilled, urgently trying to get you to taste yourself on his tongue.
“So fucking sweet..”
He looked maddening, the soft blue light in his eyes cast a slight glow on him, enhancing his sharp features. He looked so hauntingly beautiful.
It was kind of intimidating.
“Fuck, come here.”
Large hands grip the fat of your waist, holding your hips steady as he presses his pelvis to yours, rubbing his cold slit along your pussy. The bumpy base of his tail felt so good on your clit. Each roll of his hips leaves the two of you rocking into one another, both looking for some kind of relief.
His tips peek out, the familiar fat heads already swirling and rutting over your clit as he tries to naturally irk them out one at a time, but they’re slippery, constantly burying just an inch between your folds before slipping away, leaving you cold.
You reach your hand out..you didn’t mean to but he looked so pretty like this..you rub his peeking tips, watching as his already light red face grows crimson. He growls, a warning, threat? You had no idea. All you knew was you needed him..the teasing needed to end here and now.
You rub your fingers over the slit holding both his cocks, urging them out as you rub his chest with your other hand. Even if he was intimidating like this, he’s never failed to crumble in your touch.
“You’re being greedy.” He snarled, but he didn’t dare to make you stop. He knew he’d be the one with the advantage in the end. “Fuck-“
“You’re not so scary now. I thought I was supposed to be your pre—“
Plap–!
You’re frozen, back meeting the smooth rock from behind as your husband leans towards you. “You being my prey, doesn’t mean I have to be cruel..” cooing lightly in your ear, Rafayel lifts you by the hips, grinding both his cocks over your slit. The two of you whine out together, both so lost in the feeling of each other's touch that you couldn’t think. He pins you with all his body weight, slipping both thick cocks inside your needy cunt.
Right where you needed him to be.
“Fuck-fayel!”
“Mhh—“
His sharp teeth dig into your shoulder as he pumps his hips up into you. He chokes, mind fogged with the idea of breeding you full “So fucking tight, all mine..don’t ever forget that, cutie..”
“Gonna ruin you…”
“Gonna fill you up”
Each rut of his hips had your body tingly like static. He was big, cocks heavy as they slipped in and out of you. You hated that he knew just the right angle to make you cry out.
“There we go..there she is”
He flips your body, breast and tummy flush to the cold rock in front of you..you let him. You couldn’t even muster the strength to fight back. Not when he was so heavy. Not when he could hold you to a wall with just one hand alone.
“Augh—!”
Your upper body is bruised, each patch of skin already replaced with a bite mark to compliment it. He doesn’t stop, he tugs your ear, lolling his long tongue around your cheek, kissing and slurping the side of your neck as he groans. He didn’t care how messy he was when it concerned you. When it concerned his “prey.”
“Take me,” his cocks were stained with your cum, sticky and warm from just a few minutes inside you. He pulls out, rubbing at your puffy clit before sinking back inside, urging you open with the pad of his finger.
“I can’t! Rafayel I can’t—“
“You can.”
Unrelenting, he didn’t even know how to pull away from you anymore. His body was already caged around you, skin like melted honey. You were so warm, too soft, so sweet. How could he pull away?
He pinches your clit, rubbing apologetically when you let out a soft cry. “Shhh,” the taste of saltwater and his sudden kiss drove you mad, he wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t.
Fate led him lucky that he could morph between the choice of legs and a tail. Fucking you in this form always allowed him to curl deeper than he could as a simple man.
“Let me in, keep squeezing me, pretty girl.”
Your lips part, eyes closing as he lowered his body, fucking up into you, fat tips hitting your cervix each thrust, messy finger still rubbing circles over your clit. Everything in this form made him feel so sensitive. Feeling you clamp around him made him want to cum alone.
“You smell so good,” he praises, “smell how wet you are..you’re so wet for me. Just for me..”
“Keep squirting on my cock baby, empty everything out..”
You didn’t even know you could stretch this far. Each pump had your pussy stretching around him. You’ve taken him before, but with how rough he was being you must be completely ruined. Just as he wanted.
“—!“
he kisses your insides, over and over until he stills, eggs flooding into you one by one, but he doesn’t want to waste a single second by stopping.
“More, won’t stop until I can’t give anymore—“
“Not until you’re filled.”
A/N: Spoiler Warning Seeing the new main story when Rafayel’s family/friends killed those researchers was so satisfying I had to write something inspired by it. Obviously, Rafayel would never hurt you he’s still gentle here safe word alwayssss ☆
warning: pussy eating, reader described as a bit chubby, established relationships, stalker Reaper, slight dubcon for reaper. No proofreading MDNI
A/N: I caved and finally added Zarya!!! (Everyone is locking in Doomfist now, please save me).
CASSIDY
Cole is a lazy pussy eater for sure. He doesn’t care to be all flamboyant or controlling whenever he eats you out, he’ll let you take things at your pace while he enjoys his meal.
He could be laying down, sitting, having a smoke, he doesn’t care. If he wants to taste you, he’ll ask you to sit your pretty ass on his face. Grind against him, suffocate him, it’s fine, he can handle it all.
He has a lazy tongue, none of its strokes are ever concentrated, just slow, steady unorganized licks across your folds and the occasional slurp on your clit. It’s not because he’s not interested in you, quite the opposite. He only acts this way so you’ll chase your high, so you’ll grind your hips into his face, begging him for more than just the sloppy licks up your plump wet folds.
“Shh, calm down. I’m not going anywhere, take what you need, darlin”
He loves the way you get worked up against him, loves the smell of you, the taste, the way your hips buck against him when he pulls his lips away for a quick puff of his cigarette. But the thing he loves most of all? The aftermath of it all.
Cole likes his beard, obviously. It ties together his whole rugged cowboy look, but he loves the benefits it has when he eats you out.
Your scent is contagious, constantly clinging onto his beard even after a shower. It’s like he can practically taste you in the air. He gets worked up easily because of it. He may not seem desperate, but don’t judge his exterior, he’s melting just thinking about what he’ll do to you when he gets home.
“Yeah, pumpkin. I had a good day—but let’s not focus on me, how are you..?”
TRACER
Lena loves being trapped between your thighs. She loves how soft they feel, their warmth, but she especially loves the warm feeling of your clothed pussy on her lips.
Lena is very playful, you know that. So you’re not surprised that she can’t help from burying herself into your thighs after a shower. She loves the way your chubby legs just squeeze so perfectly around her head, warming her up while she gives soft pecks of affection to your clothed core, nuzzling her nose to your clit despite your embarrassment.
“Please, love? Had a rough day at work. Can I?”
As soon as you give her the ok she’s devouring you whole. She doesn’t even bother to take your underwear off all the way, she only scoops up the band to the side before she dives in. She’s gentle with you, always holding you open just enough so she can watch your expressions. She adores the way you squirm for her, it makes you look too cute in her eyes.
“C’mon, I’m not teasing, I swear, love! Just one more?”
If you’re too tired after a few rounds, it’s ok, Lena’s there to hold you up while she continues sucking you off.
HAZARD
Findlay isn’t rough in the bedroom or when he’s going down on you. He’s had his share of issues, and he absolutely doesn’t want to be that way towards you.
He’s a sweetheart whenever he’s eating you out, loves holding you up on his lap, your head on his thighs as he spreads yours open for his gaze alone.
He’s heavy on praise, always worshipping our body and how perfect you feel in his hold, always rubbing your thighs with those large hands of his as he watches you writhe under him.
Just because he’s sweet to you doesn’t mean he’s not a tease. Findlay’s pride grows ten tons every time he makes you beg for his mouth. He pinches your cheeks together with his large hand, forcing your gaze gently into his direction. You want him so badly? He’ll make you ask politely like the sweet girl you are.
“You need to use your words, love. Don’t know what you’re asking of me.”
When he’s finally between your thighs he’s relentlessly, constantly praising how sweet you taste on his tongue or how good you are for being oh so patient for him. He’ll have your legs wrapped around his head as he pistons his tongue in and out of your hole, trying to work you open for his cock.
“Such a sweet girl, gonna reward you soon, trust.”
Whenever you cum, it’s always intimate between you two, very intense. He’s holding your hips down as you ride out your high, shaking and grinding your sore clit into his nose as he continues to tongue your entrance slowly. Let him work you out nice and slow, his cocks not easy to take.
“That’s my girl, ride it out.”
“That’s it.”
REAPER
Hot take, but Gabriel is a softer eater. He doesn’t like showing off, he’s just completely obsessed with making you feel good. It’s been years since he’s spoken to you, only watching you from a distance because he’s afraid of what you’ll think if you actually got a glimpse of him. He’s not the man you used to know after all, but his affection for you never seemed to change.
Not only that, but the way you make him feel never changed either.
Gabriel is a hard yearner, it might seem creepy, but he loves watching you through the windows of your once shared home. Loves watching you bake, watch TV, ramble on about how stressful your job is, but he especially loves to hear you gasp his name as you finger yourself behind closed doors. He tries not to peek, but his ears hear it all, and it takes a godly amount of restraint for him to hold back from climbing through your window.
—“Fuck this.”
His chains crumble as quickly as they’ve been built, he’s already above you, staring down your exasperated face as you’re knuckles deep in your cunt. It doesn’t take many words, but once you get past the shock and anger, he’s already on top of you, legs over his shoulders and all.
He’s been yearning for you for years, craving your scent and touch that was just a wall away from his reach for months. He wasn’t going to hold back anymore.
You’re angry, reasonably so, and Gabriel won't stop you from taking your anger out on him. He can handle a little pain, so tug his hair so he’s closer to your folds, he doesn’t mind. He’s relentless and focused, the only goal of his is to make you feel good. He knows your body, your shape. He knows how to make your legs shake under him as he curls his tongue up and under your clit before slurping you whole. He wants to make up for everything wrong he’s done to you in his life in just a short amount of time, but he’ll have to settle with a short apology between your twitching thighs for now.
“Yeah, I know. You’re angry, I’m sorry..let's make up for lost time.”
“Fuck, you still taste the damn same..”
GENJI
This man knows how to eat pussy in its entirety. He was a playboy, so he has loads of experience. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to appreciate you though. Since Genji has experience in bed he knows all sorts of ways to work you up. He’s big on foreplay, always rubbing you through your panties, making sure you leave a nice big stain of your honeyed slick before even thinking about taking them off. He’s a hard yearner for your smell, so he’ll grab them off the floor for later when you’re too fucked out to even open your eyes.
Genji actually is pretty timid with intimacy. He’s always soft with you inside and outside the bedroom. He never really initiates sex, not that he’s not interested, but he thinks it’s respectful to wait until you ask, even if he has a major hard on.
He’s really sweet whenever he eats you out, always making sure to take the time to worship your body by making out between your folds before planting sloppy kisses over your quivering pussy. Then, once you’re grinding into his face he’ll give you what you want, his lips are already wrapping around your clit as we speak.
He’s messy, but slow, fingers knuckles deep inside your weeping cunt as he pleases you with his tongue.
“Let me open you up. There you go, angel. so good for me”
BAPTISTE
Baptiste is one of the most caring, gentlest eaters to ever walk foot on Earth. He’s not only about making you feel good, but he’s also here to make you feel beautiful and loved. He doesn’t just see sex as a one and done type of deal, he wants it to feel joyful, relaxing and fun. Whenever this man eats you out he wants you to feel like a goddess who blesses this cruel world.
He’s groping all of you, no patch of skin is left untouched when you’re under Baptiste. He’ll twirl your pebbled nipples between his rough fingers as he spits on your clit, praising how soft and beautiful you are under him before he starts to smooch over your cunt.
You’re cumming in trials, legs shaking over his shoulders as he clings your hips against his wet stained chin, looping up your mess into his tongue to devour whole. You taste so good to him, he loves every part of you.
“Give me one more. Just one more, pretty girl, and I’ll give you my cock.”
You know that’s a lie, it always is a lie. He never calms down once he’s gotten a taste of you, he’s always using your pussy until you’re rung out, too milked to even give him another drop, but he always finds a way to squeeze out just a little more.
“Tastes so good, so fucking good..m’sorry.”
MERCY
Angela doesn’t often act so reckless going down on you. She’s usually more calm and collected and prefers to wait until the two of you are home—but there are those times when she acts out of pure instinct from stress. It’s rare when she's tense from work, tense from her coworkers. She just needs a quick(long) break between your thighs, that’ll calm her nerves.
She’s a risk taker when she’s on her last limit, it doesn’t matter if it’s off the clock or on a lunch break, if she’s agitated she’ll call you over immediately, pulling you into her office away from prying eyes and onto her lap or desk table.
She’ll have you spread open, hands rubbing up under and over your thighs until her fingertips brush over your folds. She’ll apologize with hushed whispers, claiming that you’re the only medicine that can aid her unbearable stress before her mouth starts to lap across your weeping cunt, making out between your folds with careful strokes. She’ll hold her hand up, letting you suck on her fingers or a hard candy she keeps on a tray in her office to muffle your moans. She has a reputation to keep, and she won’t let anyone else hear how torn you are under her.
“Shh— shhh, I know, I know. I’m just stressed. Need you to help me, sweetheart.”
ZARYA
A controlled sweet eater.
We all know Aleksandra wastes no time on well—basically anything. She understands what she wants, and if she knows how to get it she won’t hold back from anything. It doesn’t matter if she wants to go down on you or vice versa, if you give her the ok she’s already twirling you upside down, legs up in the air, swaying over her shoulders.
She’s on the sweeter side when it comes to eating you out, always making sure to leave soft love bites on your legs as she hugs you to her face with her stable grip. Sometimes she loves holding you upside down while she stands up. She grows wet from just the view of you squirming underneath her.
She’s always a bully between your folds, always keeping a slow pace with her tongue to work you up. Once you get tired she’ll flip you over onto your stomach, spreading you out on her fingers as she flicks her tongue over your clit.
Gush over her, make a mess, whine, she won’t stop until you’re too limp to move, then she’ll kiss your lips sweetly like nothing ever happened.
“You’re such a mess, look at you dripping all over the bed”
A/N: I had a request to write Pharah x shy female reader! If you see this anon, I’m working on it after my college work! >v<
ALSO DID YALL SEE THE LIFEWEAVER MYTHIC? HE LOOKS SO YUMMMYY.
Paring: Orc, Naga, Sea Witch, Vampire, werewolf, Ghost, Witch monster wives x Female human reader
Warning: Smut, pussy eating, witch is older than the reader (she’s a granny), pussy portal, rough, tentacles, chasing, possession, jealousy, toxicity, blood, biting
A/N: I just finished my college semester so I wanted to post a draft in the meantime. So sorry to everyone who sent requests, I’ve been so stressed out with my classes and my depression, I felt unmotivated. Ill post them soon since my semester is over ^^ — pink
How your monster wife eats you out.
ORC
Nothing makes you feel more full than the feeling of your wife’s large green fingers splitting you open. She’s massive, of course she is. The clan leader needs to be a personification show of strength to ward off any enemy. Too bad you’re also one of her victims when she decides to spread you apart on your shared bed after a rough day training.
She’s always grumpy after, sweat glistening on her muscular arms before she hoists you over her strong shoulder to the bed. She’s quick to rip apart your underwear, she always makes up for it and buys you a new pair anyway. She just can’t help herself from stuffing her face between your legs so she can lap at your pretty pussy. Her large tongue rolling around your twitching pearl as you sling in her arms begging for mercy. Her tusks have probably left an indent on your inner thighs from how much they poke at you when she slurps at you. At first it was painful…then uncomfortable, and now you barely feel them at all. She begs you to pull on her black curly hair, the tug alone makes her wet with a groan.
NAGA
She has always been overly clingy. Her favorite pastime was always cuddling up behind you underneath the trees and snuggling you to death til the both of you fall asleep. Her tail is massive, and surprisingly warm. She likes to bask it in the sun just so you can warm up against it whenever you come back home. She cries when you leave for work, trying her best to make you stay with her. If you can’t she can always try convincing you otherwise. Your wife was strong, a tall woman with a massive tail that overpowered you completely, she lifted you up easily, flipping you upside down in your pajamas before you could get ready. She removes your underwear easily, tossing it aside before rubbing the end of her long tail over your slit as it slowly eases inside you.
She fucks you good, so good that you forget you even need to go to work. Her tail isn’t rough or anything, it’s surprisingly smooth at the end, the perfect size to plug up your pussy when you think about leaving her. Once you’re too overstimulated to move she’ll flip you around again so you’re hovering over her face, letting you ride her tail before she wraps her large mouth around your entire pussy. Her tongue is long, twisting and twirling as it stretches you out along with her tail. She’ll make you beg for her to stop…and since you’re too tired now, it’d be best you stayed home.
SEA WITCH
When you go to the beach you always try to wear cute clothes for your wife. You buy countless little sun dresses, shorts, bathing suits and skirts that only end up drifting carelessly away at sea. You were sure you could have filled half a mile of point Nemo from how much stuff you’ve lost over the past couple of years. Maybe there will be a chance for society to embark on all your ripped up bikinis and dresses. Your wife always managed to mess up your clothing. She didn’t hate it, far from it, you looked beautiful, and she can never help that itch she gets to just drag you by the ankle with one of her tentacles to your knees before slipping you into the ocean.
You were tired of her fucking up your shit, so you finally decided one day to wear an outfit she can’t rip. A cute lingerie set with your pussy exposed under your old sun dress, you were lucky enough to live on a semi deserted island, the nearest village was half an hour away for anyone to see you getting fucked silly on the sand. You twirl around for her, a cheeky smile on your face when you feel the familiar slimy grip of her tentacles dragging you straight toward her. She flips you over, your elbows landing harshly on the sand with your ass under water . She rips your dress apart to shreds, you’re happy you wore a dress you didn’t quite like anymore. Not that she cared. Clothes were a foreign concept in Merfolk culture, she seemed more irritated each time you even bothered putting something on. Once she sees your body she lights up immediately, tentacles wrapping over your breast and thighs as she pulls you onto her lips. She can go at you for hours like this.
VAMPIRE
A fresh smelling human woman with blood as divine as aged wine. It’d be surprising if the countess didn’t fall head over heels in love. She was old, much older than you, but she was stunning. She took you as her bride as soon as she smelled you quivering alone in the woods, how could she resist such beauty from this cute pathetic woman? She’s overly gentle with you, using an amulet to keep you young for her forever. She doesn't fancy anyone else’s company after meeting you. She’s tall, strong, but surprisingly overly gentle with you, her sweet wife. When she took you to bed the first time it hurt..bad. What else did you expect from a vampire as old as her? A vampire who hasn’t had a meal this delectable in a long, long time. No, she needed to savor your taste.
Eating you out isn’t always a simple game when she’s angry or stressed. Your thighs are etched with bite marks as scars to prove it. She tries to be gentle as she can, but fangs as long as hers can’t help but hurt as they sink into your thighs. You squirm, tears bubbling up over your waterline as you bite those cute plump lips of yours. She is always apologetic, promising you euphoria as soon as she has her fill of your blood, and she always comes through. In seconds her bloody red lips wrap around your clit, tongue fast and powerful enough to make you arch your back. She keeps at you for hours to the point you can’t even feel the earlier puncture.
WEREWOLF
Your wife has always loved it when you run from her..just like how you two met years ago. It’s become a tradition at this point. Sometimes when she’s away you sneak off to the nearest lake to go take a bath, but oh no, she’s not as stupid as you take her for, she’s almost always waiting, watching, anticipating for you to step your soaking nude body out the water so she can pounce you back onto the dirty ground when you’re done. How dare you think you can take a bath without her? You always seem so content when you bathe, so cute and vulnerable, she tried warning you about keeping up with your surroundings. I suppose you never learn, do you? Or, maybe you actually liked the idea of her watching you.
She waits until you get out the water, neatly wrapping a towel over your perfect body before you make your way back to the village. She’s behind you in an instant, crawling in bushes, stalking your every step. She only pounces when you notice her..she loves the chase. You always let out the sweetest gasp when you spot her, fumbling around with your towel as you start to dash away. But your human legs can only get you so far. She lets you create distance..she wants you to feel safe and secure before tackling you. She pins you in the ground, fluffy body heaving as she lifts up your squirming legs as you curse her out for ruining your bath. Her tongue is long and swift, curling over and under your clit as she messily eats you up. You can get back at her later, for now she wants to taste you.
GHOST
Living with a ghost as a wife seemed scary at first, especially when she took your soul at the start of your marriage in exchange for her love. At first she only did it as a joke, but now that she’s taken the time to get to know you she’s been obsessed with you ever since. You haven’t known peace. She’s clinging to you the second you get home, pulling off your shoes and coat before showering you with icy kisses. She loves staying wrapped around you at night even if it makes you uncomfortably cold. She can’t seem to get her hands off you. She knows you work hard to maintain and take care of the house, so why shouldn’t she show her appreciation?
She died years ago when she was still living here, all alone, but now that she has you she has no interest in letting you leave her. Ever. Sometimes when the two of you get into a fight and you try leaving the house she gets nervous..she knows your marriage isn’t legitimate by legal means, but for crying out loud she has your soul. You were hers. She completely flips out, rushing to you before you can reach the handle to possess your body. She quickly apologizes each time, she promises to make it up to you, she knows you can feel every single move she makes in your body, so she’ll finger your pussy while she begs you to stay with her. And when you do eventually calm down, she’ll happily give your body back so she can suck on your tiny clit with her cold tongue.
WITCH
Your wife was far too old to participate in such “lewd behaviors”, or so she’d say. She was decades older than you, an older woman with a low libido. She wasn’t as active as she used to be in her youth, but she knows how needy humans can be, especially her sweet little wife. Bending down to eat you out wasn’t exactly her forte, too tasteless for an advanced witch such as herself. No, no— she liked to use the element of surprise.
Your wife’s most treasured gift other than yourself was a giant spell book she got when she was younger. She uses it for everything, each page filled to the brim with sticky notes, annotations and cute little scribbles. She keeps a special page in the back of the book just for you, a portal only she can open whenever she feels like you deserve a sweet treat. She slowly mumbles in a foreign language, twirling her fingertips around white glowing mist, her ruby lips curling into a cruel grin when the outline of your pretty pussy appears. She’s quick to give a small kiss to your clit, a small nice gesture to warn you she’s about to ruin you before sticking her tongue inside your gaping hole.
Paring: Lifeweaver, Hazard, Moira, Doomfist, Ashe, Vendetta, Emre, Rammatra, Junkrat, Domina, Mauga, Widowmaker, Brigitte, Sojourn, Hanzo x Gn reader
Warning: Maybe a bit suggestive with the mention of hickeys, naked body, neck/shoulder kisses, tongue, biting, lap sitting, blood , but it’s almost all fluff. Very short little headcanons.
A/N: A request from a friend. I mentioned sex in the headcanons but there’s no sex involved ♡ no proofreading!
LIFEWEAVER
Niran is so sweet with his kisses. He loves making you feel happy and worshiped from his touch. Each time he kisses you it’s like he’s trying to serenade you with each press of his soft lips.
Niran isn’t shy to public affection, he doesn’t care if anyone sees the two of you kissing. He’ll give you head and lip kisses and soft kisses on your hands just because he wants to. If you’re uncomfortable with kissing in public though, that’s no problem for Niran. He has a lot of attention to give you when the two of you are alone anyways.
Cuddles in bed, showers together, even cooking can lead to a long makeout session. Niran loves all of your body, but he can’t get enough of your neck. He loves nuzzling his nose into the crook and back of your neck, kissing all the way up to your chin before planting more kisses on your lips.
Even in the shower or after sex he’s caressing your body with his lips. He also likes when you return the favor and leave him small hickeys all over his body. He has no shame flaunting it around. He’s always been proud to call you his, anyway.
Did I mention he tastes so sweet on the tongue? Niran takes the utmost care of his body. He has a whole routine to ensure he looks and smells his best. He has an arrangement of chapsticks, lip glosses and lipsticks with different kinds of tastes. He always wants your opinion on which one you like more.
Niran also likes it if you wear lipstick too, having evidence that he’s yours is so cute. He wears any lipstick stain you leave on him proudly out in public.
HAZARD
Findlay loves holding your face whenever he kisses you.
He’s a big guy, and he knows he has to control how rough he can be with you. At first, when the two of you started dating he let you take the lead in kissing him. It was more comfortable for the both of you when you kissed on the couch. No unnecessary height differences could get in the way here, and even if you were his size, even better, it was just you, and him together. Sometimes he puts you in his lap so you can be closer to him.
Once the two of you started to get more comfortable with one another, Findlay grew more confident to actually hold onto you while he kissed you. You know he’s ready for a smooch whenever his large hand tilts your head toward him. He loves physical contact. He loves keeping you warm with his body.
Although Findlay tries not to be rough with you, he shyly admits one day that he loves biting your lip. It was an accident, a spur of the moment where he accidentally nibbled on your bottom lip with his sharp canines to the point he drew blood. Although he’s shy to talk about it, you couldn’t care less about how rough he is with you.
MOIRA
A mean kisser.
While you and Moira had a private relationship, that didn’t mean she didn’t like showing off to everyone that you were completely hers.
Moira is a mean kisser, yeah there are times where she’ll give you a normal kiss on the lips or maybe even a small kiss on the side of your head, but did you really think she’d stop there?
Moira likes seeing how you react to her touch, you were so easy to study, she’s learned how sensitive you were from just a few strokes of her hand on your skin. She’s not cruel, but her favorite place to kiss you is down your spine. She loves whenever your back is exposed, gives her a pretty canvas to work on.
Moira wears two types of lipsticks, purple when she’s at a formal setting, and a light gloss. She buys lots of open back shirts or dresses for you to wear. It’d be best if you do as she says, otherwise she might not let you go when the two of you get home.
While Moira takes interest in your back, she also loves biting your lips. Watching the blood seep down from your mouth to your chest is very..interesting.
VENDETTA
Marzia isn’t known for giving you kisses. She’s more set on showing you how she feels with words of affirmation and quality time. The two of you have been friends long before she became head of Talon, and now that the two of you are dating, she kinda gets a bit..shy?
Marzia isn’t good at public affection, as the head of Talon it’s best she stays focused. Affection is a weakness, and since she basically took over this place and has no connection with former workers here, it's best she stays on her toes.
In private is a whole different situation. You’re clingy, and Marzia knows it. Her desk has basically become your own personal chair with how much you seat yourself on it.
Marzia is a gentle kisser, always holding the back of your head to pull you closer. Her tongue always tastes so fruity, you can’t get enough of her.
DOOMFIST
Akande is a simple man with simple taste, but you’d be surprised at how gentle the leader of Talon is whenever he kisses you. The big man in charge turns into mush whenever he’s finally able to wind down from work. Sure he’s focused, and sure he mainly puts work before pleasure, but he works so hard so he can have the time he needs with you.
Akande’s room is always cold, mainly his excuse so you can cling to him more.
After work and of course after a lot of paperwork in his office he’s all yours. His favorite times to be with you are always late at night, under the covers. He actually really likes when you lay your head on his chest. He tilts your head with his fingers, a simple gesture that tells you he wants to kiss you.
He tastes like vanilla, his lips soft and rough as he pushes you into the mattress so he can feel you better. He smells so good..and he was so warm, how can you not melt under him?
In public, Akande isn’t one to really give you kisses, but everyone in Talon knows you’re off limits whenever you come to see him. The most he’ll do is give you a kiss on your head in public or a small kiss on the hand before sending you off.
ASHE
Ashe is surprisingly a very sweet kisser. She’s always gentle with those she cares about behind closed doors.
Her favorite times to kiss you are when the two of you are in bed together, preferably early in the morning when the two of you just woke up.
When you caress her face, it calms her more than you could ever know, and when you kiss her, she forgets all about her life of crime and turns into a clingy mess in your arms.
Ashe doesn’t like being vulnerable, but with your support and continuous love and affection it’s hard not to be. She’s not shy from public affection, but she does worry that it’ll put you in danger if you’re in the wrong crowd of people. She’s one of the most wanted criminals, she couldn’t put you at risk like that, she’d never.
That’s why Ashe waits for the two of you to be alone. She’s rough in public, but that’s only because she doesn’t want anyone to know you’re her weakness.
When the two of you are by yourselves Ashe won’t let you go. She’s either in your lap or you in hers while you both kiss one another. Her red lipstick looks so good smudged on your face. You even got her lip shape tattooed on your back.
EMRE
Emre is a bit hesitant to kiss you. You’ve both been together almost your entire lives when the two of you worked at Overwatch. He was your best friend, your partner, and you were genuinely so crushed when you unexpectedly lost the love of your life.
But, now that you found him again, you have no intention of letting him go. Especially since you found out all the horrible things that happened to him.
You found him out of pure chance surprisingly, neither one of you over the other. He never stays over at your place too long, he always promises to come back, but it’s not guaranteed.
When the two of you reunited your kiss was filled with so much remorse, anger, and grief. You both molded together, arms clinging onto anything the other could grab as you both engulfed one another’s tears and taste with your mouths. Your kiss lasted for what felt like hours.
You let him into your home, you’re angry and he gets it. It’s been so long since the two of you have seen each other.
You always initiate the kiss with Emre. It’s not because he doesn’t want to kiss you, but he’s scared he will hurt you. There’s been so many racing impulsive thoughts ringing through his head, he’s glad he has you by his side for a bit more stability.
Emre’s lips are almost always chapped, but that doesn’t stop you from wanting him. He’s hesitant at first to touch you, but after time he rests his arms around your waist.
Emre also likes being comforted by your lips. Sometimes he unexpectedly bursts inside your house at night, rushing in your room with sweat and blood dripping down his back. You’re scared..he’s terrified, and neither of you can think of what to say, so you just hold him.
The sweet soft coo from your voice and your lips are always reminding him of his fading humanity and love for you.
RAMMATRA
The poor baby has no lips just like how he has no skins.
While Rammatra wasn’t the best kisser, that wasn’t going to stop you from giving him some attention.
You’re always showing your affection by kissing onto his cheeks and large back. At first, he was definitely confused by the gesture, but when you finally explained it to him he grew more comfortable with your advances. He knew humans were…”clingy” creatures, but he’s never known about this.
You like buying different lipstick shades to tease him. Your favorite is the ones with more pigment so it shows up more on his white face plate. At first he wanted you to stop, but after awhile of growing more comfortable around you he’s grown to “ tolerate” walking around with your kisses in town (he loves it).
While Rammatra can’t exactly kiss you, there’s still ways for him to mimic the feeling. Sometimes he’ll rub his face near your cheek, nuzzling against you like a soft kiss. It’s subtle, but sweet nonetheless. He’s more set on using his hands to express how he feels anyway.
JUNKRAT
A messy kisser.
Jamison is honestly the best kisser here because he’s so passionate about loving you. He doesn’t mind kissing you in public or in private, he’ll, Mako gets annoyed when you both kiss each other on the cheek because he knows it’ll always turn into something more.
Jamison is always happy to let others know he’s dating you, he’s never been more proud than having bragging rights that you’re his.
Jamison’s kisses are always gentle, he was very inexperienced when the two of you started dating, but with time he’s grown into a natural. He loves kissing with tongue, but if you’re a bit shy he doesn’t mind taking things slow.
If you wear lipstick then that’s perfect, Jamison loves wearing your lipstick stains around junkertown, pointing at it as he smirks at all the people who had their eye on you before he came along.
Jamison also gets very red whenever you kiss him. Since this is his first serious relationship it’s always a bit of a shock getting used to all these new advances. Once he gets the hang of things he’s basically flinging himself on you.
Please don’t take Mako with you, you both can’t take your hands off one another, he will try killing Jamison.
DOMINA
Varia loves to tease you. As the vice president of Vishkar she has to maintain professionalism in public, but that doesn’t mean she’s against showing everyone you were hands off.
She calls all the big shots in her unit, and you, her trusty little security guard and lover will be showered with all sorts of kisses because that’s what the boss wants.
It’s honestly no secret to everyone at Vishkar that the vice president and her right hand are together, each time you step out of Varia’s office you’re almost always covered in red lipstick stains on your cheeks and neck.
While your uniform does cover most of her kisses, you try not to wipe away all the other kisses she left on your face, so you’ve started wearing a mask. It doesn’t help much though, she’ll just kiss the outside of it….
In private however, Varia loves kissing you almost all the time. She’s very clingy, always wanting to be by your side.
In bed when the two of you are cuddling and watching a movie on her giant TV, she can’t take her lips off you. You wonder why you even bothered turning on a movie in the first place. You can’t really pay attention when you’re being smothered to death.
MAUGA
Mauga knows he’s a big dude, in fact, he uses his size as an advantage to overpower you most times. It doesn’t matter if you’re the same size as him or not, he’s a tough guy, he likes messing with you no matter the circumstances.
Mauga takes pride that he has experience, he likes making this as comfortable as he can for you when you two are alone, he’s actually a pretty sentimental guy.
Mauga tastes like a nice vanilla and wine, his tongue is actually quite addicting when you finally get him to yourself.
His mouth is large, and it almost feels like you’re not putting effort into the kiss at all.
Mauga loves kissing you in bed or on the couch, any place the two of you can be comfortable. He places his hand on your lower back, pulling you in as he makes out and bites your bottom lip. He has no shame, he growls, the way you make him warm up is a mystery within itself.
Mauga is a very affectionate man, he always wants to be close to you.
He’s very big on public affection, he likes lifting you up and giving you a big fat kiss, it doesn’t matter if you’re shorter or taller than him, the man is jacked, and he’ll take any opportunity to show off his strength in front of you. He’ll even give little kisses on your neck.
If you’re not the type of person who’s into public affection that’s ok, Mauga likes taking you In secluded areas when there’s less people to give you a nice big kiss.
WIDOWMAKER
This relationship between you two was never meant to happen in the first place. It was only a heat of the moment type of situation, but now, you both couldn’t take your hands off each other.
Missions with each other after that night were almost always awkward, but maybe you’ve both grown past it enough to ignore it.
Amélie never addressed your relationship, but deep inside her heart she cared for you..well, at least you think she cares for you.
The two of you don’t see one another often, only at work, missions, and if you both bump into one another at a night time bar.
Amélie’s kisses are rough, how could they not be? She wants to feel your body, feel your skin against hers. She wants to feel everything.
She bites hard. Your skin is always coated in purple lipstick staining on your cheeks, lips and neck. Your blood drooling down your chin with spit. And you? You love it, if you didn’t you wouldn’t keep coming back for more.
Most of the times you both are together is after the mission in the getaway van. Her on your lap as she sucks and bites along your collarbone.
And when the two are done, well, you try your best to pretend nothing has happened.
BRIGITTE
Brigitte didn’t expect something as small as a crush on the cute librarian at Overwatch to spread into anything more than distant admiration.
She was so sure she kept all her poems she wrote about you locked up in her own home, but one day she made a mistake. She was in a rush..where was the bag she kept the next mission brief again?
When she handed you the folder after clocking in you took it with a sweet smile, promising to read it straight away.
You opened her diary, and to her horror, spilled all of the quick photos she took of you on your desk.
From then on the two of you were inseparable. You both had a fairly similar schedule despite working in different units at Overwatch. While you were a researcher and librarian, she went on dangerous missions to protect the city.
You always scold her whenever she comes back with bruises. Despite being banged up by Dr. Ziegler, you still kiss her cuts and scars.
Brigitte isn’t very experienced in kissing, she’s only read about it in her romance books she keeps at home and of course fanfiction. She always gets so red whenever you kiss her warm skin.
When she finally initiates a kiss with you you’re both alone at her home. She doesn’t know how to start, but thankfully you both can learn together, and if you already know how to kiss you can always teach her how.
Brigitte tastes so sweet on the tongue, and she loves holding you close in her strong grip. She always looks so hazy whenever she pulls away, eyelids fluttering halfway open as she pants out into the air.
Her favorite times to kiss you are when you are both in bed, she finds the privacy very comfortable, especially kissing you to sleep.
SOJOURN
You love teasing your commander. Vivian is always very shy when it comes to public displays of affection. The most you can get out of her when she’s busy is a small kiss on the cheek, other than that, she’ll jokingly shoo you away to go finish your work.
When the two of you are off the clock, Vivian loves spending time with you around the house. She likes that you wait for her to finish her shift, it’s always such a sweet gesture.
You both try to shower together at least twice a week. You and Vivian both like having some alone time here and there, but you both try to make it a ritual to shower together after work sometimes.
Vivian loves kissing you in the shower, she gets to appreciate all of your body in there, and you do the same with hers.
She loves nuzzling into you, warm lips pressing against your head as you both scrub one another. It’s almost always intimate and sweet, and always relaxing and quiet too.
Once you both hop out of the shower and get into bed, you both can’t help but tangle into one another, her lips are always so gentle against your own, and she’s always so cute whenever she wants you. She tastes like fresh tea, lips so soft when you finally lean into her. She’s so grateful you both can come home together like this, she’s so glad you’re safe in her arms.
When you don’t have work, and Vivian comes home exhausted you’re always quick by her side with a nice shoulder massage and tender kisses. It’s always heartwarming how relaxed and content she gets whenever she’s in your presence. She trusts you so much.
HANZO
Growing up next to the Shimada family was always “interesting” to say the least. You have always been quite close with your friends Genji and Kiriko, but Hanzo has never seemed to like you that much. While you played outside and snuck around with your friends, Hanzo stayed behind to train. One day you stayed at home because you were sick and actually had the chance to sit down and talk with one another while he nursed you back to health (he was his fathers errand boy, and since your families were close, he always made sure his children were kind to you).
Now that the two of you were older, you found yourself a lot closer, even after the “passing” of his younger brother. Hanzo and you have been inseparable.
You both have been relatively shy about your feelings, but after Hanzo got drunk one night he spilled all his feelings on the floor. He’s always been shy, but he didn’t care anymore. Telling you how he feels is better than regretting not telling you at all.
You both are extremely inexperienced when you both start dating. Hanzo has never been one for public affection, but he does like staying by your side in secluded places. He’s actually quite clingy.
Hanzo doesn’t know how to kiss, and you’ve never kissed anyone before him, but your old friend Genji told you..maybe a bit too much information about all his outings when he snuck out when you both were young adults.
You try to lead a kiss, a timid peck against his lips turns into an awkward press of mouth to mouth. He’s sweating, but he lets you explore his lips to your liking. He tastes like fresh mint and beer..a very odd combination that mixes onto your tongue.
Eventually as your relationship develops you both grow more comfortable kissing one another.
Hanzo likes quick kisses against your forehead, but he’s not opposed to tasting you from time to time.
A/N: yes, I did put Vendetta and Doom next to each other.
