Zuko - COMMS PAUSED

Pairing: Hanzo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, being pinned down, overstimulation, cunnilingus, edging, clit stimulation, teasing, punishment sex

Sexy September Scribbles Day 3: “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

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A/N: Always wanted to write some Hanzo stuff. He was one of my mains back when I played Overwatch.

His licks were thorough, pleasurable, yet punishing. Fitting for you when you charged into battle so recklessly. Hanzo was of course happy that you were still alive and well, he was worried about you, he wants to celebrate life and victory with you but... he is not above being a bit... well you would call him an asshole if you weren't so busy moaning and whimpering with every pass and press of his tongue across your clit and then down to probe at your wet pussyhole.

A pained groan escaped your swollen lips when you felt Hanzo press a harsh kiss against your sensitive clit. You squirmed as you hooked your legs around his shoulders and your hands tangled into his hair, now falling over his back, and tried to hold him there whole fucking yourself against his mouth. "Stop moving." He warned. "Or else I really will have to use those ropes to tie you down. I would rather avoid moving."

"Then stop dragging this out. I already told you, I want you to- ah!" You felt his tongue press into your pussy, licking and flicking upwards and around the tightening hole. "Hanzo, please, why do you insist on this."

"Because this is the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted and I want to feast on it tonight. I want you coming because of my tongue until your body can't move, until your mind is blank and until you have learned to be patient." The smallest of smirks graced his lips as his head tilted downwards again, "You are not getting my cock, not tonight, after that stunt you pulled. But I'm not evil, I will still make you come, but on my own terms." The tip of his tongue nudged your clit one more time before he started sucking it with fervor.

You whimpered and cried, your body breaking out into tremors big and small as your boyfriend couldn't be pried away from your pussy no matter how many times you came all over his face.

Anon... there is not a single part of me that would submit to that man. But you did inspire me to write this so thank you.

Pairing: Griffith x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hate sex, rough sex, biting, hair-pulling, fight for dominance, insults, banter

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A/N: He has the most pullable hair. Plus I love characters with white hair, usually. He is a very rare exception, but still looks pretty.

Whoever said that the line between love and hate is thin they were correct. On some days you got along with him just fine, on other days it was a knife fight, sword fight, fist fight, but it always ended the same way, with the two of you tangled up in bed together.

"Ouch! How many times do I have to tell you-?!" You pulled him away from your neck, saw him grinning down at the new bite mark he made, "No. Biting." You warned but he smiled wider.

⊹ standing too close. like just barely not touching. why are their shoulders breathing on each other??

⊹ conversations that sound normal but feel like foreplay. “pass the salt” has never been so loaded.

⊹ one of them says something flirty and the other freezes for 0.2 seconds like “oh.”

⊹ eyes dropping to lips and then—back up. with effort.

⊹ holding eye contact just a little too long. like... are they gonna kiss or duel??

⊹ unintentional physical contact that lasts one second too long and now they’re both broken

⊹ a hand on the small of the back. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

⊹ tension so thick that other characters start noticing like “hey are you two okay?” (they are not)

⊹ “accidental” sleepovers. “oh no there’s only one bed.” yeah. suuuure.

⊹ biting back a smile. biting back a moan. biting anything really.

⊹ one of them walks away and the other has to physically restrain themselves from watching the hips

Not Goku should meet other not Goku.

Unlike every other woman in this building you weren’t trussed up in expensive dresses and tacky jewellery, gifted by husbands who couldn’t care less as long as their wives were happy and quiet. You seemed…simple. Plain. Unbelonging. So boring in his world filled with riches he couldn’t help but have his interest snagged.

Important as he may be - CEO of the biggest company in town - he could surely spare a few minutes to observe his new tenant. As average as she may be.

Akande watches you interact with the concierge, an older gentleman with a dull and withdrawn demeanour, brought on by years of detailing with snobby residents and their prissy mistresses. Yet, the old man’s eyes soon crinkle with soft joy at the brief conversation you hold with him. Years of pressure lessened by some genuine, real humanity. Spoon fed with love like hot oatmeal.

“Thank you!”

Akande was sure that his concierge hadn’t heard that in years with the way he’d sagged in his seat, and you even wave him goodbye until your niceness accidentally sends you face first into your landlords gigantic chest. Not that you knew that, but the receptionist lets out a gasp behind you rivalling an on-set audience’s and…

Nothing happens.

Akande quirks an expectant eyebrow. Everyone knew who he was. Usually either cowering at his feet or trying to weasel their way into his fortune. Or his bed, so says the unsatisfied housewife in apartment 1B.

Yet…you’re not immediately bowled over by the sight of him, simply giving him a bright, genuine smile as you walk past with hands full of heavy moving boxes. Sliding into the elevator and fumbling for the buttons as your boxes slip from under your arms. You even give him another big, goofy smile as the doors close shut in front of him.

He’s baffled, and delightfully intrigued. It wouldn’t be too long before the bored housewives would start a string of stories about you, how you don’t belong in a place like this and other tales of your ‘insufferable’ neighbouring, undoubtedly loose lipped after a few glasses of pricy, gross wine.

The strangeness of it occurs to him when he lingers outside of your door. You have a chipped stencil on your letterbox, a colourful little welcome mat by the door, even a tacky little plastic gnome. There’s a distinct lack of charm to the door next to your own and it suddenly starts to disturb him, hits a nerve buried deep under thick skin for so many years.

A tumbled crystal in a sea of jagged monochrome stones and pebbles. Like he hadn’t seen colour in years.

He knocks.

Gentle and rhythmic, how very unlike him.

And when you answer, there’s already a sweet smile on your face. Eyes bright and wide with flour casted all over your apron, a hint of it dusting your cheeks and nose. A deep sniff was all Akande needed to confirm that you were baking something sweet, something buttery and warm, like the croissants from the expensive bakery down the street.

He clears his throat, straightening up in a way that had the clean-cut suit containing him strain against its stitches.

“I am here to..” He pauses, because you crane your head up to listen to him like it’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

His voice, thick, heady, accented. Like dark chocolate and honey. You make sure that he knows it. How unyieldingly confident despite the sea of droning businessmen surrounding your home.

“…Welcome you to the building.”

Your eyes light up like fireworks, a small hand smothered in flour suddenly extended out towards him.

“You must be Mr Ogundimu! I’ve heard a lot about you from the…interesting…lady down in 1B.” You chuckle lightly, shaking his hand before suddenly realising that your hands are doused in mixture from your latest concoctions.

You gasp - mortified that you’d potentially stained his clothing. But Akande doesn’t care, whatever it was, it was homemade. He could feel the warmth pooling from your hands still lingering in his own, the mixture smooth and full of love, with creativity. There was more humanity in whatever bowl you were mixing than in the rest of his entire fucking building.

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for your dry cleaning and—“ You fret, looking up at him with those lovely, lovely eyes as you list off ways to potentially make it up to him.

Akande tried not to linger on how close it sounded to begging, nor did he attempt to focus on how that made him feel. On how it made his belt suddenly grow restricting.

He holds up his palm, suddenly silencing you. His lips curling into a small, humoured smile that melts away your distress almost immediately.

“There’s no need for any of that.” He chuckles, a deep rumbling sound that echoes through his broad chest. Akande catches sight of the inside of your apartment from over your shoulder, warm lamplight and wooden tables instead of cold marble and modernised grey lighting.

“…But a piece of whatever you’re baking back there will do.”

My honest reaction was this: 😐

I always rant to my friends about how much I hate this bitch and they say “If you hate her so much why do you +80 hrs with her” Well because the fact that I don’t like her as a character doesn’t overturn the fact that her kit is good and can provide immense value to the team: Slippery squishy (survivability), good damage/healing output, powerful ultimate relatively easy to farm, can assure kills of high-mobility and flying heroes (mercy, genji, pharah, juno) and is overall a good support hero.

I genuinely want more stuff for Venture bc playing them is so fun (being annoying = my passion), but it bothers me so much that Juno is getting new stuff all the time now while there are other heroes that are played a lot and haven’t received anything lately. I’m not necessarily asking for Venture, but for Ram, Sojourn, Illari, Bap, and even Mauga…

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Saiyan!Reader, mentions of violence, kissing, semi-public sex, sort of voyeurism| dividers: @/adornedwithlight

Being a Saiyan warrior doesn’t present you with much down time. You know what you were getting yourself into when you grew up to be strong and to fight for the Saiyans. But you never realized just how little you’d have time to find a mate. You were growing older without a mate and it made you feel a little bit sad.

And suddenly, you’re off for a bit. You get sent on a lush planet with lots of forest and tons of natural hot springs. You were told it would help you feel much better after a minor injury you sustained. What you didn’t know was that you were being sent there with someone else. Another soldier who sustained a similar injury.

You didn’t pay too much attention to them. You just wanted to relax more than anything. You wanted to soak in the natural hot springs and to get right back into the fight. You lived to fight and to protect your kind and you loved getting stronger.

But as the nights went by, you found yourself longing for a partner. Something about having someone else in the bed with you could make you feel better. You were lonely and you really didn’t want to admit it.

So as you soak in the hot spring, you don’t mind the other soldier joining you. You open your eyes to look at him. Immediately, there’s this strange pulling sensation in your chest when you look at him. Turles smirks at you, loving the way you’re reacting to him.

“Don’t mind me,” he says gruffly. “I’m just here to soak.”

But soon, there was a growing tension between the two of you. The sweat dripped down your face as you soaked in the hot water. Turles was looking at you, admiring your beauty. He knew what kind of soldier you were. He was very attracted to you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to get closer. Soon, he was kissing you and you were kissing him back. It was heated and passionate; tongues tangling and teeth clashing together while the two of you began to explore each other’s bodies.

Turles nips at your neck as you straddle him. He guides his cock to your pussy, letting it rest between your folds for a bit. He smirks at you, loving the way you’re panting and whining for him to just take you. Then he spears you onto his cock, grunting loudly.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into, didn’t you?”

You nod eagerly. “You have no idea.”

Your hips rock in time with his calculated thrusts that leave you weak in the knees. With your arms around him, the two of you move in tandem. It’s violent and hungry as you ride him. His lips meet yours over and over, sending you over the edge. His name tumbles from your lips and suddenly, you realize that maybe you’ve actually just found your mate.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, Saiyan!Reader, mentions of violence, kissing, semi-public sex, sort of voyeurism| dividers: @/adornedwithlight

Being a Saiyan warrior doesn’t present you with much down time. You know what you were getting yourself into when you grew up to be strong and to fight for the Saiyans. But you never realized just how little you’d have time to find a mate. You were growing older without a mate and it made you feel a little bit sad.

And suddenly, you’re off for a bit. You get sent on a lush planet with lots of forest and tons of natural hot springs. You were told it would help you feel much better after a minor injury you sustained. What you didn’t know was that you were being sent there with someone else. Another soldier who sustained a similar injury.

You didn’t pay too much attention to them. You just wanted to relax more than anything. You wanted to soak in the natural hot springs and to get right back into the fight. You lived to fight and to protect your kind and you loved getting stronger.

But as the nights went by, you found yourself longing for a partner. Something about having someone else in the bed with you could make you feel better. You were lonely and you really didn’t want to admit it.

So as you soak in the hot spring, you don’t mind the other soldier joining you. You open your eyes to look at him. Immediately, there’s this strange pulling sensation in your chest when you look at him. Turles smirks at you, loving the way you’re reacting to him.

“Don’t mind me,” he says gruffly. “I’m just here to soak.”

But soon, there was a growing tension between the two of you. The sweat dripped down your face as you soaked in the hot water. Turles was looking at you, admiring your beauty. He knew what kind of soldier you were. He was very attracted to you.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to get closer. Soon, he was kissing you and you were kissing him back. It was heated and passionate; tongues tangling and teeth clashing together while the two of you began to explore each other’s bodies.

Turles nips at your neck as you straddle him. He guides his cock to your pussy, letting it rest between your folds for a bit. He smirks at you, loving the way you’re panting and whining for him to just take you. Then he spears you onto his cock, grunting loudly.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into, didn’t you?”

You nod eagerly. “You have no idea.”

Your hips rock in time with his calculated thrusts that leave you weak in the knees. With your arms around him, the two of you move in tandem. It’s violent and hungry as you ride him. His lips meet yours over and over, sending you over the edge. His name tumbles from your lips and suddenly, you realize that maybe you’ve actually just found your mate.

I'm gonna be finishing up the prompt list drabbles for my event and posting them soon. As it stands, the event is officially closed now.