M. Ackerman

Average Otaku Hot Girl | 18+ AOT | JJK | HiQ

[toomanyfandoms2022]

Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo marrying you in a big lavish wedding. There were thousands of people, a week long event.

Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo who only cares about knocking you up to secure his inheritance of the family company and the billions of dollars that come with it.

Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo whom, after your pregnancy tests were positive, went back to his bachelor life. Women, drugs, and not taking responsibility for his pregnant wife.

Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo arranged for you both to have dinner in a public restaurant. You had reluctantly agreed since your morning sickness had begun around the clock, any type of food sending you to throw up. The paparazzi got their fill of photos of the newly wed and pregnant couple.

Arranged marriage!CEO!Gojo and the hired bodyguards did nothing to protect you as a crazy fan assaulted you, jealous that you are carrying The Saturo Gojo's baby.

Arranged marriage!CEO! Gojo who didn't care if you hired your own security, just as long as you stayed out of his business.

Bodyguard!Toji who raised his son as a widow after the passing of his wife. He took off jobs to pay for Megumi's schooling, so the kid grew up with a relatively normal life.

Bodyguard!Toji who took the most recent bodyguard job, the paycheck calling his name. He figured it's for some rich snob that wouldn't acknowledge his presence.

Bodyguard!Toji who is shocked at how normal you are. The wife of a billionaire, who is going through the trenches of pregnancy.

Bodyguard!Toji is supposed to pick you up to take you to a publicity event with other rich women. You were supposed to meet him outside of your penthouse, but you were running 10 minutes late. He entered your penthouse and found you hugging the toilet, all dolled up for the event. He helped you clean up and wouldn't leave your side through the event.

Bodyguard!Toji who drops everything to pick up your most recent craving, who joins you to your baby appointments, who is there when you find the gender of your baby.

Bodyguard!Toji who stays by your side when the doctors put you on bed rest, the baby being high-risk in your third trimester.

Bodyguard!Toji who unofficially becomes your husband, since your actual husband wants nothing to do with you or his child.

[ryoride]

ꮼ I NEED YOU TO COME INSIDE !

cw: cockwarming, penetrative sex, teasing, male whimpering, hair pulling, bicep biting, multiple creampies (two), pet names, not proofread.

ⓘ featuring Zuko cockwarming with his wife, for the first time.

Zuko could feel his eyes bulge out the moment you'd asked if he could stay seated inside you after his orgasm, "Cockwarming sounds like it'd be really intimate... I'd like to try it out if you're open."

He hated how tempted he was the moment you asked; his back was still actively smoking & effectively turning your bedroom into a sauna, for fuck's sake.

Not to mention his arms were still shaking, his lungs were failing to catch air as quickly as he'd like, and he could have sworn he'd reach another orgasm within seconds if your walls wouldn't stop greedily gripping his cock.

But fuck. You looked so desperate asking for him, so needy, and he loved making you feel good, so he slowly nodded.

Carefully, Zuko cupped your cheek. His rough thumb brushed over your cheek as he pressed his hips forward—successfully bottoming out once again—with a deep groan.

"Y-yes, my love. We can try that out—" he choked out, hips twitching as you fluttered around him. "—Ah! ...For how long?"

You brought your hand to press firmly against his lower back with a soft moan, thighs twitching around his hips.

"Hold on, let me think." Your free hand pressed against his chest, tracing one of his scars, attempting to refocus your thoughts on anything but the sweet pleasure growing from every point of contact with Zuko. "Uhm. Maybe just a few minutes to try it at first?"

"Fuck. Okay, yeah, that sounds good... really good." He whispered, lowering his face to press quick kisses to your jaw. "Just tell me when to pull out."

"Mm," you nodded, nails sinking into his back for a moment. "Mm-hmm. No problem." A small moan broke through your lips, gone just as fast as it came but very much noticed by your husband.

"Stop staring, you idiot," you groaned, covering Zuko's eyes teasingly. "It's embarrassing and weird."

"My wife is moaning from nothing but a stretch, and me staring is weird? I think it'd be weirder if I weren't mesmerized." Zuko breathlessly cooed, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"This isn't going how I wanted, Zu." Your fingers slid from his eyes to tangle in his hair, & tugging softly, a flush dusted your cheeks at the groan that escaped his lips.

"Well, baby, I'm doing what you asked," he whispered, pulling back to stare at you with soft eyes. "Just tell me what you really want, okay?"

"I thought you'd be begging to fuck me again by now—" You pulled him back down until he was hovering just above you, holding himself up carefully, "—but no. You're making me ask."

Zuko paused, a laugh escaping his lips, before pressing them against yours. "My love. You said you wanted to try cockwarming. Not a second round."

"Yeah, and cockwarming typically leads to a round two, Zuko." You hissed, pressing your thighs tightly against his hips, scratching your nails up to his shoulders.

"Oh no, Love is using my first name—I'm going to die." He teased, kissing you on the cheek. "Here, baby, we can go again."

He gasped softly as he drew his hips back, giving a testing thrust before setting a comfortable pace.

"Oh, my god." Your voice broke, crushing him against your chest with a sharp moan—Zuko's eyes widening once more as he flexed his arms against the mattress.

"My love, this already isn't going to last long; no need to speed the process up by being touchy like that," Zuko huffed, stiffening as you locked your ankles against his lower back. "Fuck."

Zuko took a deep breath, relishing the way each stroke of his hips left your nails greedily clawing at him, leaving a pleasant sting in their wake.

"You're so mean to me," you hissed, pushing sweaty strands of hair from his face to cradle his cheek and pull him down to kiss his lips.

"Mm-hmm," Zuko rasped, giving a particularly cruel thrust just to hear you moan. "I love you too."

You paused, glancing away from his gaze momentarily before leaning up and sucking his bottom lip between your teeth and nipping playfully.

Zuko groaned lowly, hips snapping against yours with more force—leaving you to gasp and let go of his lip between moans, his hands grasping your hips as he fucked into you deeply.

"Son of a bitch," he purred, fingers gripping tightly as white-hot pleasure tore through you both, Zuko leaving you with the second creampie of the night.

"Holy shit." You whimpered, thighs loosening around him as you unlocked your ankles, brushing through Zuko's hair slowly, trying to catch your breath.

"Baby, you were right. We need to do that more often." He sighed before effectively collapsing on top of you.

[seriinwrites]

Leave your mark on me

Pairing: Alpha! Ushijima Wakatoshi x f!Omega!Reader Summary: (Y/N) and Ushijima grew up with each other. (Y/N) isn‘t a fan of the whole Alpha/ Omega society, which often enrages Ushijima (little miss (Y/N), often gets herself in trouble with other alphas). Both Omegas and Alphas have to get injections to keep them from going into heat/ rut. Due to a missed appointment, (Y/N) is going into heat, but don‘t worry, Ushi is obviously there to help hehe. Warnings: smut, slight mentioning of blood (> after marking)

A low growl escaped his lips as he read your text message.

Ushijima has told you plenty of times not to come over to the boys dormitories, knowing how some of the other alphas could act towards an omega. But you just never listened to him. He was sure that it was because of your attitude towards the whole society.

His brows furrowed as you didn‘t show up, letting him wonder where you were. 

She should be here already, Anger and worry seemed to take over.

He let out a groan as he exited his room, noting how your scent lingered in the air. However, it was different than usual. 

Ushijima knew that something was off, picking up his pace he rushed towards the source of the scent. As he came around the corner, he noted a couple of alpha‘s surrounding a small material room. 

The scent that radiated off of him was enough to scare them away, watching how they quickly hurried away, he walked up to the door. 

„(Y/N),“ he called, his voice sounded low, „it‘s me,“

„U-Ushijima,“ you groaned.

„(Y/N), open the door,“ he demanded, „are you hurt?“

„I‘ll break the door open,“ he said as he didn‘t get a response.

However, the door quickly flung open.

You were babbling incoherently as your heat got the best of you.

„(Y/N),“ he leaned down, „are you-,“

Your scent was too much to handle, „are you in heat?“

Your eyes locked, giving him a good view of your face.

Your pupils were blown, skin glistening while a subtle pink dusk was set on your cheeks.

„Shit,“ he cursed, „come here,“ 

He picked you up, rushing back to his dorm, he tried his best to ignore the slick that was running down your legs and onto his hand.

“I-It‘s too hot,“ you muttered, feeling like your skin was burning.

„Sssh, it‘s alright,“ he said with a soft voice as he entered his room.

Ushijima kicked the door shut before he carefully sat you down onto his bed.

„(Y/N),“ he tried to get your attention.

He reached his arm out, cupping your cheek, „(Y/N),“

„Hm,“ you looked at him with half lidded eyes.

„(Y/N),“ he said, his voice sounding commanding „let me be your alpha,“

„W-what,“ you looked at him with big eyes.

You wanted to press your legs together, hiding your slick covered thighs from Ushijima. But your body has long made the decision of taking him as your alpha. Hence why you spread them, letting the alpha see your most intimate part. 

He clenched his jaw as he tried to contain himself.

„I will be yours,“ he said, “and you‘ll be mine, Omega,“

You averted your gaze for a second before locking eyes with him. You nodded your head reluctantly.

„Say it, Omega,“ he said.

You were engulfed by his scent, feeling your slick pool in your underwear.

„Just say it, and I‘ll help you,“ Ushijima demanded.

You watched him with narrowed eyes as he brought his hand up to cup your cheek. His calloused thumb brushed over your skin. It felt comforting and yet his touch felt like it was burning.

„T-take me, alpha,“ you whined, giving into your heat.

That was all the alpha needed to hear. Ushijima closed the distance between the two of you, clashing his lips against yours. 

Oh, how many time‘s he‘d imagined to kiss you - to devour you. 

He kissed you hungrily, a low growl rumbled in his chest as he wanted more now that he finally had his omega.

The one he always wanted to have. 

„A-alpha,“ you whimpered, tugging at his clothes as you wanted to feel his skin against yours.

He swiftly removed his clothes discarding them onto the floor. Your lips parted as a shaky breath spilled over your lips once your eyes fixed on his large cock. 

He moved to his previous spot, leaning in for another feverish kiss before he forced his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues were battling each other before he dominated yours. 

Before you could realize it your shirt was torn into two pieces, its buttons flying across the room. 

He couldn‘t get enough of you. He knew that you were seemingly in heat, but why was he so out of it.

Ushijima wondered if it‘s because you finally surrendered to an alpha - to him. 

He pushed you back against his bed, his wide frame making your legs spread before you wrapped them around his hips.

You were grinding against him, needing to feel some kind of friction. His cock pressed against your wanting heat, evoking a soft moan from you. Only the thin fabric of your underwear was separating you.

Ushijima‘s large hands were hiking up your skirt, pushing it up to your waist.

You needed him just as much as he needed you. He couldn‘t contain himself as he saw you in such a state. 

Although he loved the sight in front of him, he cound‘t watch his omega suffer.

„Alpha,“ you moaned into the kiss, „I need more,“

His chest vibrated as a he growled against your lips. He parted from you, fixing his gaze on your soaked underwear. 

„These are in the way,“ he said, hooking his fingers into the soft fabric of your panties before ripping them apart. 

He pushed two digits into your cunt, feeling your slick coat his fingers. You threw your head back against the pillow, finally having something inside of you. 

However, satisfaction didn‘t last for long as you needed more.

„M-more,“ you pleaded.

Ushijima used the slick on his fingers to coat his hard length before he aligned his cock with your entrance. He slowly sheathed himself into you, watching your face contort in pleasure. 

Your gaze met his as he filled you up, feeling how his tip hit against your cervix. Although he was huge, he just filled you up perfectly. Like his cock was made just for you - for your pleasure.

Ushijima thrusted carefully into you a couple of times. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his wide shoulders.

A low moan escaped his lips as he felt your slick gush out, coating his cock before it trickled down onto his balls. 

He rested his forehead against yours, feeling his hot breath hit against your skin as he spoke. 

„I wanted you for such a long time, omega,“

„A-alpha,“ your brain was incapable of forming any words as it was filled with lust. 

His lips trailed down to your neck, where his lips brushed over your sensitive skin.

He parted slightly, watching down at you with hungry eyes.

The pace of his thrusts picked up, being more rough than before.

His hands were tightly holding onto your hips to keep you in place as he pounded into your wet cunt. You felt the knot tighten inside of you as you were getting closer to your edge. 

„C-close,“ 

„Cum all over my cock, omega,“ he commanded.

His forehead was glistening, noting how a bead of sweat trickled down on his temple. 

It took only a couple of thrusts before your orgasm crashed over you, turning you into a trembling mess.

„Just like that,“ he praised, his voice low. 

Ushijima wasn‘t done with you.

Instead of stopping, he picked his pace up, drilling himself into you as you were putty in his hands.

Your nails dug into his skin as you held on for dear life. The sharp sting spurring him on.

He placed a couple of kisses on your neck before his teeth lightly grazed over your skin, making you shiver beneath him.

He wanted to bite down into your flesh, marking you as his. But uncertainty washed over him since you were in no way or shape in the right mind - or at least so he thought. 

Your orgasm seemed to lower the effects of your heat. 

„M-mark me, if anyone, I- I want you to be my alpha,“ your voice was shaky as you replied in between moans and whimpers.

He groaned against your skin. 

Ushijima let his teeth rake over your scent glands before he bit down, his teeth sinking into your skin. You whimpered, but the pain just added to the pleasure you were feeling.

The act of marking you seemed to be enough for him as he was nearing his edge. He kept his teeth in your skin as he literally fucked your brain out, filling the room with the lewd sounds that spilled over your lips. All he could think about was the fact that you‘re finally his, belonging to him and only him. 

He bit down even harder as his orgasm washed over him, growling against your skin. His rough and unsteady thrusts pushed you over the edge for a second time, letting you come together with your alpha.

Your insides were painted white as he filled you up to the brim before his knot swole and tied you together.

He snaked his arm between you and the mattress, carefully maneuvering the two of you so you‘d be laying on top.

Your head was resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

You turned your head towards Ushijima, locking eyes with him, „I really do want you to be my alpha,“ 

His lips tugged into a soft smile as he brought his hand to your face, „I will always take care of you, my omega,“

Ushijima has taken care of you for as long as you could remember. Ever since you befriended him when you were a little kid. You knew that you were safe with him, allowing yourself to surrender to him.

He felt proud to be the only alpha you‘d ever get involved with.

You slowly drifted off as exhaustion washed over you. Ushijima hugged you tightly as he laid there happily. 

By the next morning everyone knew that (Y/N), finally had an alpha and that it was none other than Ushijima himself.

[lilithkleia]

your loser ex has your name tattooed on his chest. and he isn’t above begging to get you back.

you stared at your tv, a tub of ice cream in hand while watching the ridiculous boxing match play on the screen. and just like clockwork, the pink haired man won, pumping his fists into the air while everyone cheered him on.

sukuna fucking ryomen.

your pathetic ex, the sad sloppy excuse of a man (or so you liked to tell yourself), the self centred prick who still thrived off of the chaos and adrenaline of a good fight, was unfortunately still as hot as ever. sweat slicked down his back, his tattoos catching the lights around the ring while he was declared the winner. it was all the same until you noticed the fresh letters carved onto his chest.

pretty letters that unmistakably spelled out your name. and knowing his body and every inch of it, you knew that that wasn’t there before. this fucking loser. had you permanently etched on your skin. and just as you were about to frantically dial his number to give him an earful, he looked riiight at the camera—

“hey y/n. i know you’re watching this. stop ignoring my calls, baby.”

oh he was dead fucking meat.

you knew that it’d be mere minutes before he showed up at your doorstep—the same cycle of him begging to have you back, only to go back to his theatrically crafted suave persona.

and just like clockwork, about an hour later—riiiing!

you opened the door only to find sukuna, still drenched in sweat, standing at your doorway with a comically large bouquet in hand.

“are you fucking insane?”

“i take it that you saw my tattoo.”

you eyed him up and down, barely hiding your distaste—until he dropped to his knees before you.

“what the fuck are you doing. GET UP.”

“please, baby please i’ll do anything to get you back.”

he was down on the ground, your neighbours whispering while the renowned boxer hugged your legs, his head buried in your thighs, the bouquet he got long forgotten on the floor.

“please.”

he was begging now, kneeling before you while his eyes brimmed with tears. and a sick sick part of you made your heart skip a beat.

he was desperate, your name etched on his chest, on his knees, hugging your legs as if that’d ground you to him.

“is this because no one wants to fuck you anymore?” you snorted and he looks at you almost as if you slapped him across the face.

“c’mon doll, you know that’s not true.”

“pathetic.” you spat out, his face flushing a deep shade the moment you said it.

“you still have they repressed degradation kink i see. stupid fucking masochist.”

fuck.

“please—.”

“your begging needs improvement. we’ll see how good you do when i have you gagged and sobbing.” you cooed and you swore you could see his sweats tent just the slightest.

you were going to turn the boxing ring’s forbidden ryomen sukuna, into your pathetic, whiny little slut. and he was going to enjoy every second of it.

GRAAH. i like pathetic men. hehe. @yoonsucks @yorikae @rosiestrudel

dividers: @/pixopix .

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[vampireedolll]

just me rambling about childhood enemies to lovers zuko x firebender!reader

youre a few years younger than him but hes had a huge crush on you ever since he saw you with azula one day when you were both kids

but he annoyed you. you called him names, following after azula. he would ask azula about you and what you liked and azula would tell him the opposite because of course and you assumed it was on purpose

the last time he listed to azula was when she suggested he dual you. not for you but against you he challenges you one day after school and ended up a scar on his side he still has to this day from where you burned through his clothes and you hating him even more. he stopped listening to azula and trying to get your attention after that. then he got exlied and you and azula grew apart and he stopped talking to you

until he became firelord, and was reaching 22 and was still not even married which his advisors loved to rememind him of and they contiuned to show him various girls from different higher class families, he only had interest in the girl from when he was younger and would call him names and pinch his arms. maybe this time now that he was older and didnt have azula sabotaging him it would be better.

[rirahwritesit09]

𝓤𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓖𝓪𝔃𝓮

Jealous!Levi x Reader—One Shot

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💚Thank you, @meldl18, for the request. I fear I have written another monster fic here lol…hope you enjoy💚

Description: After weeks of tension and unresolved feelings, a confrontation with Levi pushes everything to the surface—especially after your night out with Jean.

WC: ~8k

Tags: Jealous!Levi Ackerman x reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, jealousy, tension, emotional angst, dominance, canon typical violence, Jean Kirstein mentioned, (Oh shit!), SMUT ofc, and some fluff stuff towards the end (As fluffy as Levi can afford to be, anyways!)

MDNI!

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You don’t know when it started. The hostility, that is.

Or why it seemed to settle so naturally between the two of you, like it had been inevitable. It was as if he was destined to hate you even before he met you.

Captain Levi Ackerman, that is.

Maybe it wasn’t as personal as it felt. Levi didn’t take to anyone easily.

Still… it had been three years.

Three years since you joined the Scouts. You weren’t some wide-eyed recruit anymore—you were deadly. Not to mention appreciated by those around you. Captain Erwin had taken a liking to your tenacity, and even Mikasa liked to chat while you repaired gear.

So it didn’t make sense.

The way he looked at you—like you were something beneath his boot.

Levi was harsh with everyone; that much was true. But you weren’t blind—you saw it. He did care to a certain degree. Like the way his eyes tracked his squad during missions, always counting.

He did care.

Just not about you.

With you, there was no restraint. No quiet understanding. Just cold scrutiny—sharp and unrelenting.

And that made your blood burn. Because you knew what you were worth. You were strong—strong enough to stand beside the best of them. Mikasa included.

You didn’t ever break formation out of panic.

You did it because you refused to stand there and watch someone die when you could do something about it.

And every time—

he made you pay for it.

He would call you reckless. Airheaded. Or a dipshit.

Once, he’d even snatched you by the front of your cloak, yanking you close, his voice lethal as he tore into you for breaking ranks—publicly.

For “endangering the squad.”

For being selfish.

Selfish.

The word still made your head hurt.

You’d snapped back sometimes—chin high, refusing to be spoken to like you were dirt when you were only doing your job. It was your life to throw away. Not his. And still, he looked you dead in the eye and told you that you weren’t saving people for them.

You were doing it for yourself, he said.

So here you stood during morning muster, shoulder to shoulder between Connie and Jean, boots planted firm despite the tension coiling tight in your chest. Levi stood at the front, going over assignments.

It would be a dull day with no missions lined up.

Levi moved down the line, inspecting.

Then—he stopped.

Right in front of you.

Of course.

You felt it before you looked—his scrutiny, heavy and suffocating. Your stomach jumped, but you forced yourself to stay still. His eyes dragged from your head to your boots.

“Next time,” he said flatly, “try starching your uniform.”

He paused, eyeballing you from head to toe.

“It looks like shit.”

It shouldn’t have bothered you, but of course it did. Because as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted his approval.

“Yes, sir.”

You kept your gaze forward, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

Still, you felt his gaze linger a second too long before he moved on. When he was out of earshot, you exhaled, glancing at Jean.

“I swear,” you muttered, “he catches one whiff of my ass and comes crawling out of nowhere.”

Jean snorted. Connie barely held it together.

“I’m serious,” you pressed. “He’s always looking for something...”

“Maybe he likes you,” Connie said.

You shot him a look. “Yeah. I can just feel the affection.”

When they broke formation, Jean fell into step beside you, close as usual. You didn’t mind. He was easy to talk to, and you didn’t have to brace yourself around him.

“So,” Jean started casually, “we’ve got liberty tonight.”

You glanced at him with a half smile. "Yeah?"

“Thought maybe I could take you out again. For another drink, play some cards, take a walk...whatever you like.”

You smiled despite yourself. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

Then there came that feeling. Like something pressing into your back, and creeping up your neck. You didn’t have to guess.

Levi was standing still, across the way. Watching, but not casually or passively. His burning gaze was fixed on you and Jean, smoldering.

And then he moved—straight toward you.

“Oh, great,” you muttered. “Don’t react,” you warned Jean, who was visibly confused. Levi was on top of the two of you before you could elaborate.

“Jean.” he shot, his tone flat and controlled. “I have you going out on a supply run.”

Jean straightened immediately. “Yes, sir.” His eyes met yours, saying a silent goodbye.

"Then go." Levi spat.

And just like that, Jean turned and was gone. Leaving you alone with him. You turned your attention to the ledger, pretending to read. But he was still there, standing far too close.

You glanced up—

What a mistake.

He was just looking at you, as if he didn't know what to make of you. You began to squirm under his gaze, heat rushed through you—sharp, and unwarranted, but not unwanted. At least not to your body.

What the fuck…

You began to internally panic, not knowing the right thing to say, the right thing to do. Why did he have this affect on you?

“It’s… cold out here,” you muttered.

“Then you should dress like it.” he lowered his gaze to your chest, where you noticed a button had fallen loose, and your chest was slightly exposed

His eyes moved slowly over you.

Your throat tightened.

Don’t react.

Don’t—

His gaze lifted and met yours, making your chest tighten in all the wrong ways. He stepped back, just like it never happened.

“Get your assignment and move.” He said, deadpan.

“Yes, sir.”

The armory smelled like oil, metal, and worn leather. You sat cross-legged on the bench, ODM gear spread in pieces in front of you. Your fingers worked methodically, tightening bolts—only for them to slip out of place again.

You sighed.

“I’ve always hated putting these things back together,” you muttered.

Across from you, Mikasa adjusted her gear.

“Mm.”

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then—

“…Levi cornered me earlier.”

“Mmm. Shocker.”

You frowned slightly. “He was… weird.”

That got her attention.

“Weird how?” She puzzled.

“He wasn’t griping. Not even really bitching.” You hesitated. “Just… looking at me...like in my eyes, and lingering around.”

Click.

“…He obviously likes you.”

You blinked. “What?”

“He watches you. Like all the time.”

“That’s because he thinks I’m a liability.”

“He doesn’t watch liabilities like that.” A pause. “He lets them die of their own stupidity.”

You opened your mouth then closed it.

“…Well,” you muttered, wiping your blade harder than necessary, “even if he did—hypothetically—that doesn’t mean anything.”

Mikasa tilted her head.

“…You like him too.”

You froze.

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“I don’t—he’s just—” you gestured vaguely, “objectively attractive. And stoic. And strong—”

Mikasa raised an eyebrow.

“…and brave,” you finished weaker.

Silence ensued.

“And those are all qualities you’re attracted to.”

You groaned. “Oh my God.”

“But Jean is different,” you said quickly.

Mikasa waited.

“He’s… soft. Kind. He actually talks to me like I’m a person.”

Mikasa nodded once.

“That’s nice.”

A pause.

“But that’s not what you want.”

You stared at her blankly before going back to your work, but internally you cursed yourself, because you feared she could be right.

You were alone while getting ready in the barracks that night. Most people had someone to go home to—family, partners. Those who didn’t, like Mikasa, Eren, and Armin, had already gone ahead to the tavern.

You hesitated.

You wanted to be excited. Jean was using one of his few liberty nights to spend it with you—even though he had family he could’ve seen.

But Levi kept creeping into your thoughts...those stormy gray eyes...

You tossed your shirt onto the bed, arms crossing tightly.

“I’m not going,” you muttered.

It wasn’t fair.

One look from him—and suddenly everything you’d been building with Jean felt… shaky. It wasn’t fair to Jean either. You didn’t want to let him down.

But the heart wants what it wants.

He’d understand that.

“…Like hell,” you muttered, grabbing your blouse again. You undid the top two buttons, adjusted it slightly, and headed for the door.

The tavern was loud.

Laughter spilled over itself, glasses clinked, chairs scraped—heat and noise wrapped themselves around you like a blanket, dulling everything else.

And for once—

you let yourself relax.

Jean sat beside you, shoulder brushing yours as he laughed with Connie and Armin. His sleeves were rolled, hair slightly messier than usual, drink loose in his hand.

He looked… good.

After a while, he led you to a quieter corner. A small round table sat tucked near the wall. Instead of sitting across from you, he pulled out the chair beside his—and you took it. Now you were angled toward each other, knees interlocked underneath the table. Close enough to feel his warmth.

It made it harder to think.

You held your cards low in your lap. Jean mirrored you, leaning back, one arm draped over his chair, the other holding his cards near his thigh.

“Trying to peek?” he murmured.

You scoffed, tilting your cards closer. “Please. Your hand can't be that interesting.”

“Mm,” he hummed, glancing sideways.

Heat crept up your neck—but you only shifted slightly, making your knee rub the inside of his thigh as if it were unintentional.

“Funny,” he replied, leaning in just a little closer, voice lower, “I was thinking the same thing.”

You shuffled your cards.

“You’re losing.”

“I’m winning.”

“You keep saying that.”

“And I’ve been right.”

You reached across him to steal a card—his hand caught your wrist mid-motion.

You froze, then looked up. He was already watching you.

“…You always cheat?” he asked.

“Only when I’m losing.”

“That’s most of the time.”

“Wow,” you breathed, mock offended. “You’re bold tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve had enough to drink that I just don't care."

Your pulse picked up. You pulled your hand back slowly, but his fingers lingered a second too long before letting go.

The noise around you faded.

“…Hey,” he said softly.

You turned toward him.

“Yeah?”

His gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then lifted again.

“You know I—” He stopped, exhaling. “I’ve been meaning to—”

“You don’t have to say it,” you murmured.

He studied you.

“Yeah?”

You nodded. That was all it took.

He leaned in—slow enough to stop him if you wanted. You didn’t. His lips met yours, soft at first—testing. Then you kissed him back. Your head spun as you sank into it.

Maybe it was the alcohol—

but he was a good kisser.

The kiss broke slightly as you both shifted, turning heads to kiss one another more deeply—And your heart jumped into your throat.

Because over Jean’s shoulder...you saw him.

Levi.

He was watching, unmoving. His gaze locked on yours. Not angry--no something worse.

Searing.

Why the hell is he even here…?

He should’ve been with the officers—not here with enlisted soldiers. He lifted his drink slowly, eyes never leaving you, then set it down harder than necessary. His jaw tightened.

He almost looked amused. Like he wanted to laugh.

Your stomach twisted.

Jean pulled back, noticing the shift.

“Something wrong? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you said quickly. “I just… maybe we should go outside. I’d rather be alone with you.”

Jean lit up instantly.

“Yeah—of course.”

He stood, taking your hand, leaving the cards behind. You walked wide around the tables—avoiding Levi entirely. Jean didn’t notice anything wrong, eager to lead you outside.

But you couldn't shake Levi's stare as you let Jean lead you out the door. His gaze was set on your back the whole way out.

As Jean walked you back to the barracks that night you felt defeated. He left you at the steps, giving you a small smile before turning and disappearing into the night. You stepped inside letting out a frustrated breath, then—

“FUCK!” you hissed, dragging a hand down your face.

You stood leaning against the door still, unwillingly remembering what had just taken place: The night air. The tree at your back. Jean’s mouth on yours—warm, and insistent—his hands had been needy, touching all over your body. The way you’d melted into it, let yourself get pulled under.

And still—

You hadn’t been there. Perhaps physically, yes, but in your mind...

Levi had lived inside of your thoughts. You imagined that Jean was him.

His voice. His presence. The way he groped you.

Levi's gaze had followed you both outside, clinging to you, threading through every touch until you couldn’t tell who you were feeling anymore.

You remembered pulling away, your breath uneven, and your thoughts all tangled up. And the look on Jean’s face when you told him you couldn’t do it. That you didn’t trust what you were feeling. That it wasn’t fair to him.

He’d taken it better than he should have.

That almost made it worse for you.

"Ugh! WHAT the FUCK am I doing?!" You shouted, believing you were alone.

“Making it harder than it needs to be.”

Mikasa’s voice cut cleanly through the room. You jumped slightly, turning toward her. She was sitting on her bunk, book resting in her lap, eyes already on you like she’d been watching the whole time.

“When did you get here? Care to announce yourself, I mean GOD?” you groaned.

“I've been here a while,” she said, turning a page in her novel. "Technically, you're the intruder here."

Of course she had.

You dropped onto your bunk with a frustrated exhale, staring at the ceiling.

“Well...I messed that up. Like...bad.”

Mikasa turned a page.

“Mhm.”

Silence.

Then—

“…So,” she added casually, not even looking at you, “you stopped because of Levi.”

You turned your head sharply. “I did not—”

She finally glanced up, completely unimpressed.

“You did.”

“I didn’t.”

“You were thinking about him while kissing Jean, weren't you?”

Your mouth opened—

Closed.

“…I hate you. Stay out of my head.”

“Mm...Right. I'll do that.”

A beat passed between you.

Then, with the faintest hint of dry humor:

“I told you so...”

You groaned, dragging your blanket over your face.

“Oh my GOD do you ever shut up?.”

Mikasa laughed, her eyes lingering on you.

"Sometimes I wonder the same thing about you." She snarked playfully. "In all seriousness, just take some time for yourself. You're obviously all tied up."

"Right." you shot back.

But she was right. You needed space. No Jean, no Levi, just room to breathe.

The next week—after you started taking a little space from Jean—was made worse by the fact that Levi had somehow grown even more impossible. He assigned Jean every unwanted job. And wherever Jean ended up, you were placed on the complete opposite side of the world.

You couldn’t even be upset about the distance—you needed it.

But you knew exactly why Levi was doing it--you were convinced:

It was because he wanted to punish you for being happy.

And yet—

Everywhere you were, he was near. Close enough to feel his presence, which made your heart race. Watching him train, his muscles rippling, leaning over maps and plans with Erwin, those sexy arms with his sleeves rolled up... But he was never close enough to acknowledge you.

It drove you insane.

Did I just ruin something good with Jean for a man who won’t even acknowledge my existence?

You refused to say it out loud—to admit it—even to yourself. But it was impossible to ignore the attraction to him. To stop the thoughts of you, paired with him. To imagine him fucking you in the captain's quarters with his tongue deep in your mouth, catching every single moan.

Ugh...What's wrong with me?!

Besides… how were you even supposed to know if he was interested when he acted like he couldn’t stand you?

The tension between you grew thicker by the day. He became more critical. More overbearing. He’d approach without warning, pointing out flaws that didn’t exist—adjusting your gear like you were a cadet fresh out of training. His fingers were quick and efficient… lingering just long enough to make you tingle, dragging over the skin above your neckline as he walked around you, tightening straps, his breath brushing softly over your shoulder...

Followed by some sharp, unnecessary correction. You always considered yourself a reasonable person, but by the time the squad's weekly sparring session had arrived, you were ready to snap.

You were paired with Sasha.

One by one, you had put down every opponent before her, but Sasha made you work for it. The two of you tangled, struggled—limbs locking, slipping, and striking—until finally, with a desperate burst of effort, you slammed her into the dirt.

Silence.

You stood over her, chest heaving, sweat dripping, and blood running from your busted nose, dripping down onto her uniform. Your hands braced against your knees. You’d been out there since early afternoon. Now the sun was beginning to set. You were exhausted. You offered her a hand, which she took, and you pulled her to her feet.

“Again.”

Levi’s voice cut through the field. A collective groan rippled through the group.

“Or you can all run,” he added flatly. The groan died instantly, and everyone began to fall back into formation, ready to pair with a new partner.

Heat prickled across your scalp, but not from exertion.

From sheer anger.

Fuck that.

“Then I guess that’s what we’re doing,” you shot back, straightening despite the way your body screamed in protest. Your hands planted firmly on your hips. “Because I’m not sparring again. Enough is enough.”

Silence pierced through the air like an arrow. Levi stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly, his head tilted slightly, as if he couldn't believe it.

“Excuse you?” His voice was low and deadly.

You stepped forward, unrelenting.

“Excuse yourself. But before you do, how many miles do you want from me, Captain?” You gestured sharply toward the field. "We’ve been out here for hours—with no rest, and no food. I am beyond done with this shit.”

Connie choked on his water.

Armin shifted uncomfortably.

Reiner muttered something under his breath.

No one else moved. Levi’s eyes narrowed.

Then he moved. Fast—closing the distance. One second, he was across the field, and the next, he was right in front of you. Close enough that his breath stirred the loose strands of hair clinging to your face. You straightened instinctively, chest puffing—unwilling to back down.

Even as your pulse spiked.

He smelled clean.

Like tea and expensive soap.

It was distracting.

“I don’t care who you take down,” he said quietly. “If you don’t know the technique, then you’re dead weight to me.”

You scoffed.

“You're so right. I’m sure the titans are going to be real impressed by my vertical suplex.”

Your voice was sharp, your glare unwavering. You were dangerously close to putting him on his back just to prove a point. Your palms sweated as you prepared to make your move. Your heel shifted upward. A hand landed on your shoulder just as you were about to lunge, holding you firmly.

Jean stepped in.

“That’s enough, y/n. Captain, please. She's just dysregulated...tired.”

His other hand settled around your upper arm, grounding, steady. Ensuring he could pull you back if need be. You didn’t move.

Levi’s gaze flicked to him.

Then back to you.

A quiet, humorless scoff left him.

“Tch.”

His eyes dragged over you—slow, deliberate.

Judging you.

“Of course,” he muttered. “Running to her rescue.”

Jean’s jaw tightened, and he lowered his gaze.

Levi leaned in just slightly—Not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough that you felt it in your chest.

“He can't save you from me,” he said under his breath.

Your stomach dropped. Your blood was boiling hot again.

“Look at you,” he added, straightening. “Covered in sweat, acting like you’ve done something impressive.” His lip curled faintly.

“You’re filthy.”

Your body reacted before your brain could catch up.

Heat.

Sharp and sudden, it traveled directly to your core. It was an electric feeling.

You hated it. But your body loved it.

Really? He calls you filthy, and it does this to you?

You clenched your jaw at him, trying to hide the arousal in your eyes.

“Get cleaned up,” he said, voice dropping just for you. “Then come to my office.”

A moment passed. You wanted to hit him.

Kiss him.

Fuck his stupid brains out.

“I’ll deal with you there.”

He turned away like it was nothing.

“The rest of you are dismissed. Bunk inspection. 0500,” he yelled.

The formation broke quickly, murmurs spreading like wildfire.

You caught pieces—

“…she really said that to him…” “…we’re all screwed…” “…he’s gonna kill her…”

Eren stepped into your space almost immediately. “What were you thinking?” he snapped. “You can’t talk to him like that! You really think that's gonna fly?”

You shot him a look.

“That’s rich. Coming from you.”

He opened his mouth— then closed it, giving you an annoyed look before turning towards the barracks. You didn’t care. You were coming undone.

You were tired of the constant pressure. And with how infuriatingly he affected you. You hated how much you wanted him—and he hated you. That much was obvious. So why couldn’t you stop thinking about him? Why did every glance feel like something more? Why did you want him to fuck you through the wall?

You cut the thought off.

Hard.

No, no, no.

You weren’t doing that. Not here. Tensions were too high, you needed a cold shower to gather your composure and thoughts.

You’d cleaned up as best you could. The cold shower hadn't helped cool your irritated skin—or your troubled mind. The busted nose was still giving you issues, so you kept a handkerchief tucked in your pocket just in case it gushed again. Your mind raced about what to say to Levi.

He’s going to rip me apart for this.

The walk to his office felt longer than it should have. Your half-laced boots echoed against the stone, each step a reminder of just how sore you were. Your muscles were aching, shin splints throbbing, and your body was worn down to the bone.

Good.

You thought.

Let him see exactly what he’s done.

The halls were quiet at this hour; most had already turned in. Lantern light flickered along the walls, shadows stretching ahead of you.

You tried—once—to gather your thoughts. An apology or an explanation, but nothing stuck. Every time your mind circled back, it landed on the same thing—

his voice his proximity the way he looked at you

And the anger came rushing back.

Good.

You’d rather feel that than the other feelings that kept coming to the surface.

You stopped in front of his door.

For a second, you hesitated, your hand hovered.

knock. knock.

You straightened slightly, jaw crunched into a firm line, already bracing yourself for impact.

Levi

The knock came right on time.

Of course it did.

He hadn’t been looking at the clock—but he didn’t need to. Levi sat behind his desk, one hand resting loosely against the surface, the other wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold.

He hadn't noticed or cared. His eyes flicked once toward the door, then back down.

"Tch..."

He should’ve handled it out there. Shut you down in front of everyone, and ended it. But no, you just had to push. He’d let it go too far. It needed to be addressed one-on-one.

An image flashed uninvited—

You, earlier. sweat-soaked, and breathing hard, defiant looking up at him like that…

He cut the thought off immediately.

Irrelevant.

He set the cup down with a quiet click, shaking his head. He walked around the desk, propping himself up on the corner, and grabbed a sheet of paper, pretending to be observing the writing scrawled there.

“Enter.”

He kept his voice flat and controlled, not allowing any emotion underneath it. The door creaked open and you slipped in.,

For half a second, he didn’t look up, deliberately. He let you stand there, and let the silence set in steadily. He was in control here.

Not you.

Then, his gaze lifted and froze involuntarily. Because you didn’t look like you usually did. You weren't carefully composed, sharp, or even halfway prepared to defend yourself against him.

You looked—

tired.

But...disarming.

Your hair was still slightly damp and loosely combed, your shirt was thrown on without much care, and your collar was open more than enough to be noticeable. The fabric was thin and hung more softly on your frame than your uniform ever did; it looked loose and unstructured.

And underneath—

You wore nothing.

No support, and no effort to hide it. Just you.

Your posture was held together by will alone. You smelled clean. It was a faint, subtle scent—he recognized it now, a light hint of lavender. It wasn't too heavy; he could just hardly smell it as your presence filled the room, making him curious. He wished he hadn’t, because it immediately went to his groin. He wanted more of it.

He quickly composed himself.

"You’re late.”

You weren’t. But he didn’t care.

“No, I’m not.”

God he wanted to fix that mouth of yours.

“Shut the door” he demanded coolly.

You did as he said. He didn’t offer you anything. He just looked at you with a cold expression while assessing you.

“You’ve been getting careless,” he said, sitting on the edge of the desk, with his hands crossed.

Your brows pulled. “Careless?”

“You're defiant,” he corrected. “You think because you can hold your own, you get to ignore orders.”

“I didn’t ignore anything,” you shot back at him. “I defended myself, I pushed back for once because you are constantly on me, no matter how hard I try, or how well I do," you shot back, throwing your hands up at your sides.

He couldn't miss the way your breasts moved under that loose-fitted, thin shirt...He sharpened his resolve.

“You don’t push back.” He said plainly, leaning off of the edge of the desk and stepping a bit closer. “You follow orders. That’s it.”

Your jaw tensed until you felt like your teeth would crack. “Not when they don’t make a lick of sense.”

Tch.

“There it is.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Have you even stopped to consider that titans are not our only enemies?”

That hit you; he could see it in the way that your eyebrows knitted together. There was hesitation as you swallowed hard.

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, steadier than you felt. “Not if I’m too beat down to train properly.”

Excuses, excuses.

He knew how strong you were--he needed you to be stronger. On his level. He needed you to be able to protect yourself when he couldn't be there.

And he knew for a fact 'Jean boy' couldn't keep you safe.

“Or maybe,” he said, quieter now, “you've just been too distracted lately.”

Your eyes sharpened. “By what?" You laughed at him. "If there's something you want to say, don't be coy. Just spit it out, Captain."

He didn’t answer right away, because he didn't know how to go about it. He didn't know how to pry without seeming as if he cared too much.

“You and Kirstein putting on your little show in front of everyone.”

Your expression shifted, just barely.

“You made a spectacle,” he continued. “Both of you did.”

“That’s not what that was—He was just trying to stop me from escalating the situation because you—"

“It looked like it,” he interrupted flatly. “And it’s enough to make the rest of the squad think they can fall out of line whenever they feel like it.” Silence hung in the air as he eyed you, studying your expression. You swallowed hard, and your breathing was faster.

“And whatever you think it is that you have with him… It’s going to cost you in the end. I've seen it many times. He can't keep you safe out there—he's just a distraction.”

Your eyes flashed with anger.

“You don’t have the faintest clue what you’re talking about.”

“No?”

“No,” you snapped, not even caring to explain that you had distanced yourself from Jean romantically. “I get it. You fucking hate me, Levi. You think me obnoxious and reckless, and now you're insinuating I'm a careless whore, so you know what? Just—kick me from the squad and get it over with.”

Silence fell between you.

He didn’t even know what to say.

You looked as if you would burst into tears; your watery eyes were swimming with defeat and shame.

His heart dropped at the sight of it.

He could admit he hadn’t been the warmest—hell, he never was with anyone—but he couldn’t figure out where he’d gone so wrong that you thought he felt all of that toward you…

When, in reality, he’d only ever wanted to be closer to you.

All the times he placed you near him on missions. The way he adjusted your gear without asking. He wouldn’t admit it—he had too much pride for that—but he hadn’t done any of it without reason. And he sure as hell didn’t want you walking around with the wrong idea about where you stood with him.

“Exactly." You quipped. "Nothing to say."

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you said, your voice choking; he could tell you were on the verge of tears. “Give you something to brag about—how you finally put me in my place, kicked me back to the cadets, or had me disbarred.”

You scoffed softly, already turning away.

“I’ll save you the trouble. I’m done.” You took a breath, hoping it would stifle the tears. “I’ll transfer. Find another section—or go to the MPs. I’ll talk to Erwin in the morning.”

You swallowed hard, forcing the words out.

“I won’t be a burden to you anymore.”

Your voice cracked anyway. You turned before he could see the pain in your expression, moving for the door.

He let you take one step.

Two...

Then his hand shot out, gripping your arm firmly. Stopping you cold in your tracks.

“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice lowered. “Stop talking like that.”

You turned sharply, trying to pull free—but he didn't let you. Instead, he pulled you in closely. So close that your forearms rested on his chest, you were gazing up at him with those big, y/e/c eyes. They were swimming with tears, as if you were going to burst at the seams at any moment. Your breath hitched in your throat as you fought to hold back the raw emotion, the sadness, and the desire that were mixing and bubbling up all at once.

He had never wanted you more than right now—right in this moment.

He wanted to fuck you until you cried for completely different reasons.

His grip tightened just enough to hold you there against him; his voice was low and measured, but no longer clean. He was cracking, but he didn't even care anymore. Stubbornness be damned. And the opinions of the other people on his squad. And certainly Jean.

“He’s not the man for you—he can't protect you like..."

The words fell just short. His pride was still trying to stand in the way of his feelings for you.

Fuck, she's killing me...

His jaw tightened up, and he breathed heavily out of his nose, his grip still tight around your wrist. He brought up his other hand now, holding the opposite wrist gently. There was so much tension that he was afraid he would explode. Your eyebrows furrowed, as if you were thrown off, but you weren't pulling away. A sign that you wanted him to keep going.

“Like what?” you breathed, barely above a whisper.

His eyes locked onto yours; something in them had shifted now. They were calm and doleful, as if you were anticipating him. Hanging on his every word like a prayer.

He just had to say it.

To let go.

“He can't protect you like I will.”

The room went still. That was it. That was the line. Now there was no taking it back. Your lips parted— and that was enough of a sign for him. He closed what little distance was left between you, and kissed you.

Y/n

He kissed you.

What in the fuck...

Your mind raced. This couldn't actually be happening. His lips were soft. He smelled like Jasmine tea. Like clean linen. Just like you had imagined he would.

You were curious. How could you possibly help yourself? You moved your mouth against his, in rhythm with him. He brushed his tongue against your lips, begging to deepen the kiss.

Finally.

You were getting to taste him—to taste his tongue as it coiled with yours, exploring you deeper. He tasted so sweet, like honey. You were aching for more. His hands moved from your wrists to your waist, holding you there for a moment before turning you towards the desk. He lifted you up effortlessly as if you weighed nothing, momentarily breaking the kiss while he sat you down on the desktop.

"He can't make you feel the way I will..."

"Yeah?" you sighed, lips crashing back into his as his hands felt up the hem of your shirt, reaching underneath and caressing firmly, making sure to stop over your soft nipples and pinch slightly--teasing you.

You exhaled sharply through your teeth, the intense sensation shot straight to your womanhood, wetness began quickly pooling there. He lifted the shirt over your head entirely, taking in your bare breasts. His tongue traveled down your neck, sending shivers all over your spine and goosebumps rising over your whole body. He smirked at how easily your body reacted to him.

He moved his mouth over one of your nipples while his hand moved to the other—massaging and toying lightly with his slender, expert fingers. At the same time, his lips worked softly, pulling you into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the soft bud, which was already tightening under his touch. Soft whimpers left your lips shamelessly. Levi's pants were stretching tightly around his waist as your moans brought him closer to his full length.

"He can't make you moan like this either..."

He continued the assault with his tongue, sliding his hand lower, tracing down your defined stomach all the way to your center, where you wanted him to caress most of all. His hand slid shamelessly into your loose-fitted pants; you hadn't bothered to completely button them. His fingers hooked into your panties, sliding them gently from out of his way.

He softly fingered your pussy, his digits sliding in and out slowly with ease. You couldn't help it now—you moaned loudly, helpless against his brutal assault as he quickened his pace, using his middle and ring fingers, curling them upwards inside of you, hooking into that most sensitive spot, drawing loud noises from deep inside of your throat.

"He definitely can't make you this wet...can he?” He paused slightly, his voice dropping low, dripping with malice, only for a split second—

“Has he…?”

You didn't answer—partially because you couldn't find a break in the pleasure long enough to breathe—your eyes were screwed shut, and your head thrown back, fighting not to get too turned on too quickly.

Too late…

You also didn’t answer partly because you didn't know what Jean was capable of. You hadn't had the chance to tell Levi that Jean had never done anything more than kiss or grope you.

"Answer me," he demanded, pushing his fingers deeper and circling them inside of you, bringing you back to reality—here with him, his fingers stuffed deep inside of your pussy, causing you to shudder.

You moaned helplessly.

"N--no.." you offered. “He never touched me…”

You were shocked at his forwardness, it was amusing to you. “Why, are you jealous?” You teased.

He pulled away from you slightly to look at your face—his eyes were dark.

“Jealous…” he repeated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“Do I need to be jealous…?”

His hand slipped away from between your thighs, slowly—only to bring his fingers up to your mouth.

You barely had time to breathe before he pressed them past your lips. You didn’t hesitate. Your tongue curled around them instinctively, tasting yourself, your eyes fluttering as you sucked them clean—soft, and needy. His gaze darkened at the sight. He exhaled quietly through his nose, something almost amused flickering beneath the surface of his gaze.

“…when I can do that to you?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer—his hand coming up to tilt your chin as he took your mouth again, slowly consuming you. Your arousal still lingered on your lips as he swirled his tongue, mixing with his own unique, sweet taste…It was dizzying and intoxicating. He suddenly pulled back, leaving you yearning, and looked at you.

And just…looked at you

Really looked.

His gaze dragged over your body slowly, deliberately, like he was saving the moment in his memory for later use. It made your stomach tighten. You watched him in return, your pulse hammering as he pushed his pants down his hips, never breaking eye contact. The outline beneath the fabric alone made your heart beat faster.

You weren’t inexperienced—but it had been years.

Then he finished stripping. Your eyes widened before you could stop them.

…Fuck.

He was bigger than you expected. A lot bigger.

Your breath shook, chest rising a little too fast as you stared. Of course he noticed, he seemed to notice everything about you.

Levi’s mouth tilted—just slightly into a small smile.

“Tch,” he muttered, acting unimpressed by your reaction on the surface… but his eyes gave him away, they were brimming with satisfaction and pride. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.

“Scared of it?”

His voice dropped, quieter now as he closed the distance between you.

“…Relax.” He paused for a moment, nestling between your thighs as your knuckles gripped the desk, you shifted your weight, knocking a pen that rolled onto the floor as you made room for him between your thighs.

“I won’t break you.” He brushed your lip carefully, ever so gently—as if he wanted to comfort you.

His length brushed along the inside of your thighs as he kissed you one last time. When he pulled back, his gaze dipped, his hand wrapping around himself, giving a few slow strokes before guiding himself into place.

Then his eyes lifted to yours, locked in.

He dragged the tip along your labia—slowly teasing—up and down your slick heat, watching the way your breath caught sharply, the way your body reacted to every movement. He was testing you. He was enjoying how easily he could unravel you. He didn’t look away, not for a second.

“Levi…” you gasped, grabbing his strong arm, and looking in his eyes. “It’s been a long time…”

His eyes didn’t waver.

“I can tell.”

He brushed your bottom lip softly with his thumb.

“Breathe.” He whispered.

You took a sharp breath inward...

Then—slowly—he pushed into you.

You gasped, your hand flying up to grip his shoulder, fingers tightening as your head tipped back. A shudder ran through you at the almost unbearable stretch, your breath shifted hard, and your head lulled back as he filled that space inch by inch.

His lips found your neck, hot and sloppy—unlike the Levi you knew previously who was precise and neat—a low groan rumbled against your skin as he pressed closer—until there was nowhere left to go.

The feeling hit all at once—so intense and raw.

“…fuck,” you whimpered, barely holding onto the word as you screwed your eyes shut.

“That’s excessive…” you laughed breathily, like it personally offended you.

Levi pulled back just enough to look at you, one hand sliding firm around your lower back, dragging you flush against him again—holding you there, making sure you felt every inch of him, every second of it.

“Your body says otherwise… you’re not exactly pushing me away…quite the opposite."

Heat rushed to your face—he was right. Your body betrayed you, your pussy was tightening around him without mercy. That sharp, pulsing ache settled deep as he touched your cervix.

You moaned deeply.

“I guess that means you like it?” he murmured, voice low—too calm for what he was doing to you.

“You have no idea…” you breathed.

He didn’t say anything further, just started moving.

Slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his impossible size. Each motion was calculated, like he was testing how much you could take before you broke. You felt every shift, and every pull, your grip tightened on him as your body reacted without permission.

A soft sound slipped from your lips when he pulled back.

Another when he pressed forward again.

Then he found a rhythm.

Which was relentless.

The desk trembled beneath you with the force of it, his breathing growing heavier. His gaze locked onto yours, sharply, holding you there so you didn’t have the option to look away.

And when his hands shifted—spreading your legs wider, and pulling you closer, you thought you would fall completely back onto the desk.

He was most intentional, as if he had already decided exactly how this would go down. You chuckled as he fucked you senseless. His hand quickly shot up in response, gripping your chin.

“Something amusing here?” He grunted, his voice a deep warning. He wouldn’t be taken lightly.

“Already had this figured out, didn’t you?” you murmured, eyes flicking up to his. “Been planning it? Exactly how and where you were going to fuck me?"

His next movement was swift as he hauled you across the room and dropped you onto the love seat tucked in the corner. You fell back, instinctively drawing your knees together, arms crossing over your chest—but that smirk was still there as you looked up at him. He towered over you, one hand braced on either side, caging you in—his presence was consuming and overwhelming in the best way.

“You’re exactly right,” he said quietly.

His voice was calm.

“And the next thing I had planned…” he continued, leaning in slightly, eyes dark, “is to make you cum right here on this love seat.”

Your breath hitched

"Uncover yourself.” he commanded in a low voice, planting a small kiss on your bent knee. “Don’t hide from me.”

He paused as his hands slid to your knees.

“Open your legs..." He said sharply, pushing them apart with unhurried pressure, "And don’t close them again until I’m finished.”

His gaze locked onto yours.

“Understood?”

There was no room to argue, so you simply swallowed hard and nodded.

"Good...Just like that."

He settled between your legs, weight pressing you back into the cushions, his presence heavy. He entered you again and immediately started fucking you wildly. You moaned—long and languid as he hit the right spot with every single thrust.

He slid one hand between you, finding your clit as he drove you into the cushions. Your legs hung helplessly at his hips as his fingers moved in slow circles. You could feel yourself getting close to a sensation no one had pulled from you in years. Something you had only ever given yourself for so long.

And now here you were.

Letting him force it out of you.

“Levi… I—I think I’m about to—” your words came out broken, your voice pitching higher with each violent thrust. You could barely keep up with the feeling building inside you as he kept that same relentless pace.

“I know…” he breathed, voice rougher now, his control slipping away from him. “Do it now… fuck…” he muttered under his breath. His grip tightened slightly, holding you there while he pounded mercilessly into you.

And you did just that, as if he controlled your body— commanding it to do exactly as he willed it to. You quivered around him, nails digging into the small of his back as you rode out waves of pleasure. Each stroke started back up the orgasm all over again. The only thing you wanted him to do was fuck you as hard as he possibly could—

You must have said so out loud because his thrusts became intolerable, he rutted inside of you violently as he cussed and groaned under his breath.

Then the heat faded, leaving you with a raw, satisfied feeling. You zoned out as your high faded—you floated away in your mind, eyes clamped shut tightly.

He said something you didn’t catch, until he grabbed you by the hips and flipped you over onto your belly—jolting you back to reality again. He dragged your hips up towards his pelvis, bringing you to your knees, and pushing your head downward into the cushion.

“Do what I say when I say it…” he warned. “We’re not finished just because you are.” He bit, gathering your hair into one hand before driving back inside of you.

You yelped.

Your aching core was so sensitive you didn’t know how much more you could possibly stand to take. You babbled and whimpered as he used you—taking every single wave. His name left your lips over and over, as if it were the only thing left that you could possibly remember how to say.

“That’s right…not Jean, not anyone else. Just me…Now keep saying it…”

His hips began to stutter, his breathing was turning uneven. He was losing that perfect control he always carried.

He was so close.

“Levi… It’s all yours…” your voice broke, tears threatening to spill as everything overwhelmed you at once. He gripped your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you up—firm but not rough this time—guiding you onto your palms, and pressing you firmly into that position. Your body trembled, and your back arched deeply, completely spent. Any rational thought left was slipping through your fingers. Emotion was taking over. And maybe that was why it came out so easily.

“I’ve thought about you every day… for months…” you panted.

You felt him shift closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“That right…?” he murmured—low and dangerous, but quieter than before.

“Yes!” you cried, tears spilling freely now. “I’ve always felt this way about you… There’s no one else for me… It’s only you.”

Your words broke apart as you spoke them, emotion finally spilling over as your body followed right behind, once again letting go around him. The tears fell freely, soaking into the couch beneath you as he drove into you unforgiving, like he was trying to force something out of himself just as much as he was forcing it out of you.

“…Don’t say things like that unless you mean them,” he muttered, voice rougher than before, control slipping. “… I’m not letting you take it back.”

“I never want to take it back…I only want you…fuck—please!”

Your voice—spent and needy— sent him over the edge. You could feel him pulsing inside of you as he filled you completely with cum in hot bursts. He wrapped his arm around your chest, holding you to him as he came inside, planting soft kisses on your shoulders and panting softly into your neck.

He slowly eased out, watching his seed drop from your swollen pussy—something that belonged only to him now. Your legs were shaking, and your hair was falling along your back and shoulders.

You slumped onto your side, body still trembling, as he pulled away and stood. He moved quickly, scanning the room before grabbing something to clean you with.

“Uhh… this’ll have to do for now.” He handed you a small towelette. “Clean up. Then get dressed.”

You frowned immediately, your brows knitting together.

“Oh… alright then…” you trailed off, your heart sinking as you instinctively covered yourself, suddenly aware of how exposed you were.

Maybe that was all this had been.

A plan,

Then a moment.

And now, he would be done with you.

“Tch… don’t look so upset.” His voice cut directly through your thoughts. “You don’t plan on walking to my bedroom like that, do you?”

You blinked, the tension in your chest eased up just slightly.

“Oh… okay…” You let out a small breath, something like a quiet, relieved laugh slipping out. He clicked his tongue softly, like your reaction annoyed him more than anything else. "For a second I thought—"

"I’m not that kind of man,” he said flatly, cutting you off before you could finish. “Don’t start making assumptions.”

His gaze flicked over you briefly, taking in your naked body, as if he was satisfied with his hard work.

“I’m not going anywhere…so get used to it." He said, pulling on his clothes. "You’re sleeping in my bed tonight.”

You caught traces of a faint smile on his lips as he finished dressing, and though you knew he’d never admit it, you could tell he was smugly happy that he got his way.

Your heart fluttered joyfully again as you dressed and took Levi’s hand—leaving the office and following him to his room, where you were hopefully in for a much gentler round two.

[lynsquared]

going stupid on captain levi's cock! ₊˚⊹♡ ⇾ might be ooc (soz), lowk captain kink, p in v, etc

“no one said stop. so keep going.” 

tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks and onto levi’s bare skin. your thighs were shaking, your pussy aching from the overstimulation as a result of the past two rounds. 

you knew levi had inhuman stamina when it came to everything else, so you weren’t sure what led you to believe that wouldn’t translate to sex. 

his hands were cold and tight where they held your hips, doing nothing but providing an anchor between you and unconsciousness. he wasn’t helping you move at all, simply just digging his nails into your skin to get you going again. 

“i-i can’t,” you whimpered, clenching your muscles to try and obey. “i’m sorry, captain." 

levi scoffed at the use of his official title, a single rut of his hips forcing a cry out of you, the tip of cock hitting places you could never dream of reaching with just your fingers. you’d braced yourself for more, but he stilled– one hand released your hip, going up to grip your jaw and making you look at him through bleary eyes. 

“you can,” his encouragement was strained, his own composure slowly starting to slip the longer he stayed inside of you without moving. “if you can keep up with me out there, you can keep up with me here.” 

he let himself fall back to lean on the wall, watching you expectantly as you panted, thighs shaking as you strained. your legs felt unstable and your brain was practically mush so the second you attempted to start riding him again you only managed to push yourself up not even halfway before you collapsed on his chest. 

you whimpered at the sound of him scoffing, your fingertips digging into the skin of his shoulders while you apologized profusely into his skin. “m’sorry, cap–” 

before you could finish, his hips were rutting up into you, the length piercing through you again and making your stomach bulge out slightly with his movements. you screamed, thanking whatever gods existed that the stone walls did a relatively decent job at containing the noise inside. 

“mmph! shit, captain!” you cried out, gasping as he tugged you closer by your jaw, his composed breath warming your face. your eyes were wide as you stared into his– the slightest bit of desperation masked behind his equanimity.

“stop callin’ me that.”

levi’s grunts blended perfectly with your moans, neither of you breaking eye contact despite the desperate need you had to let them roll to the back of your head. you blinked at him through damp lashes, seeing the slight furrow in his eyebrows whenever you tightened around him.

you could feel his tip just barely graze your soft spot, more tears falling down your cheeks due to the anticipation that he was nearly there. however, when he pulled you into him further, kissing your lips in a confusing rough yet gentle manner, his hips shifted ever so slightly, thrusting into it with such precision that you felt you might pass out. 

your jaw fell slack, forehead pressing into his as a small string drool slipped out the corner of your mouth. “levi! fuck, right there, please don’t stop!”

his hand dropped to slap the plush skin of your ass, letting it rest there while he sped up– his shorter stature irrelevant to his strength. he finally let his restraint slip, head falling back onto the wall while he kept his eyes on you, watching the way your eyes had fallen shut, mind completely gone and solely focused on the pleasure only he could provide you. 

levi couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face– watching one of his strongest members fall apart on him again was truly the sight. 

the slightest ache began to bloom in his legs, the tightening of his muscles not going unnoticed despite the state you were in. your hand came down to his abs, pushing him flush to the mattress while simultaneously using it as support to ride him again. 

he moaned out at the pressure on his stomach, letting himself relax as you retook the reins.

“atta girl, just like that, hm?” he praised, starting to lose himself in you. “gonna cum on me again?”

you nodded rapidly, face warm and words no longer an option. levi scoffed, that lazy smile resting on his face knowing your tells. 

“keep going. you’re doin’ so well.”

note: OMFG I ACTUALLY START TWEAKING EVERY TIME I SEE THIS MAN LIKE MMMMPGHHG anyway... i'm back! academic probation was NAWT fun but i locked in and everything is fine now :) focus rn is clearing out my requests, but i hope this holds everyone over for now <3, lynn

[thisiswhereishitpostalot]

Appealing to the ATLA Sokka writers. I need a smutty scenario where Sokka and fem reader are hooking up in his workshop and she tells him to keep his goggles on..

Please.. I need someone to deliver

[thisiswhereishitpostalot]

NSFW 18+

Appealing to the ATLA Sokka writers again. Here’s an idea for you.

Sokka is able to get fem!reader to squirt for the first time and afterwards shes like “are you sure you’re not a water bender?” Loooool

Im a filthy sinner. forgive me.

[hon3y0logy]

Loose Lips || Zuko x Wife!Reader

Warning: vulgar language, smut (literally right at the beginning 😀), gossiping maids, its 2 am pls excuse any grammar mistakes...

Synopsis: You and Zuko are in your early years of marriage. You’re a young couple with copious amounts of energy, when you two are alone intimacy is bound to happen. But what happens when you get a whisper of complaints from the palace workers. (2.3 k wc)

Your toes curled tightly, digging into the bed as your back arched off the silk sheets. Your eyes rolled back, an overwhelming wave of pleasure shooting through your body.

Your husband’s head was buried deep between your thighs, your legs thrown over his shoulders. His hands gripped your hips firmly as his tongue worked against you. Your breathing was labored, this was your fourth orgasm of the night, and he hadn’t given you a single break.

He pulled back with a quiet gasp for air, his fingers now taking place of his tongue, steady and relentless.

"Come on baby, I know you're close gimme one more and i’ll let you go, promise." You whimpered gripping the sheets below you as your body tensed from the pleasure.

He pressed a kiss to your thigh before diving back between your thighs mouth focusing on your swollen sensitive bud with renewed hunger. A sharp gasp tore from your lips at the sudden rush of pleasure.

Your lower stomach tightened, your hands moving from the sheets to his dark hair, gripping tightly.

“Zu–Zuko, please… I’m close!”

He kept the same pace. His amber eyes flicked up to watch you, hungry and intent, while one hand held your hips in place the other busy with two fingers shoved inside you pressed against your sensitive spot.

Your breathing quickened, your moans rising higher, more desperate.Your eyes squeezed shut so tightly you saw stars.

“Please— f-fuck, I’m close, I—” Your words broke into a mix of a groan and a cry as your body finally gave in, the climax hitting you all at once as warm liquid squirted out pooling below you. Zuko didn’t stop, he helped you through it, letting you ride out every last wave.

As it passed, your grip on him loosened. Your chest rose and fell as you struggled to steady your breathing.

When you finally looked down, his cheeks were flushed deep red. His bun had come loose, strands falling around his face. His lips were swollen and glistening as his chin dripped your juices. His expression low and satisfied. He looked unfairly hot like that.

His breathing was heavy as a tired smirk tugged at his lips.

“You did well, baby.”He peppered a few soft kisses along your inner thighs before pushing himself up and disappearing into the private bathing room.

You closed your eyes, feeling the adrenaline fade as exhaustion crept in. Sleep was just beginning to pull you under when a warm sensation between your legs made you jolt slightly.

“Shh… it’s okay. I’m just cleaning you up.”

You were too weak to respond, your body completely spent.

At some point during the night, Zuko moved you, stripped the bed of the ruined sheets, and settled back beside you, pulling a thick quilt over both of you.

The last thing you felt was the warmth of his body pressed against yours, soft kisses trailing along your shoulder and temple as sleep finally took you.

•••

The next morning, you woke up still wrapped in his arms, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his steady heartbeat. You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.

Ever so gently, you shifted, propping your chin against him so you could watch him sleep. He looked so sweet and peaceful like this it was almost impossible to see him as the man who had ruined you the night before.

You giggled to yourself as you began pressing more kisses against his warm skin. That seemed to stir him. He took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering open, and the moment they found you, he smiled.

“You’re awake earlier than normal. I figured you’d be out for the rest of the day,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes. “Ha, you think you’re that good?” you shot back, already knowing you’d just gotten yourself into trouble.

A look of mock offense crossed his face before he suddenly flipped you onto your back. His bare chest pressed against yours, strong arms caging you against the bed.

“You’re telling me you can go again? Already?”

You smiled, craning your neck up just enough to brush a teasing kiss against his lips.

You felt him twitch against your bare thigh, and you smirked into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer.

His hands slid down your body, gripping your thighs and guiding them around his waist as he pressed himself against your bare core with intention. You could feel him getting harder as a soft gasp left your lips.

You were deep in your morning make out session when a knock sounded at the door.

“Fire Lord Zuko, you have a meeting with the general and urgent letters from the other nations. You are needed in the council room immediately.” That voice belong to his annoying Grand Steward who somehow knew how to ruin the mood every time, always managing to find you two when you run off.

You were reluctantly pulled back to reality. Zuko broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You let out a small giggle, your hand settling against his chest.

“Come on, maybe we can have breakfast together before you have to attend endless meetings today.”

You gave him one last kiss before he rolled off of you.

Before either of you could react, the doors slid open, startling you both. You scrambled to grab the blanket, covering your naked body only to realize it was your Head Handmaid, Akani. She was an older woman who was like a second mother figure to you, she always wore a scowl despite having a heart of gold. Once your mother’s head handmaiden, she had come with you when you became the Fire Lady.

Behind her stood your three ladies-in-waiting, along with three of Zuko’s personal attendants, who remained turned away by the door.

Akani approached the bed, holding out a robe. She handed it to Zuko, her expression unreadable. You knew she had been doing this for years, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

Zuko awkwardly cleared his throat. Akani rolled her eyes, gesturing for the girls to turn around. They did so, giggling quietly.

He quickly stood, wrapping the robe around himself, moving so fast it was almost comical.

As he left, the women continued to giggle amongst themselves. You lay there, utterly embarrassed as Akani fixed you with a look.

“Akani—”

“A bath, shall we?”

You sighed, nodding.

•••

Later that evening, you were headed to your own separate meeting. The New Year’s festival was around the corner, and you were in charge of planning and hosting. You didn’t feel like putting on your formal wear, so you asked to be dressed in a robe with muted reds adorned with gold stitching, cinched at the waist with a matching belt and few pieces of jewelry.

As you walked down the hall, you tried to keep a straight face, but your calves and thighs burned with each step you took. You made a mental note to get back at Zuko later that night.

As you approached the door, your attention was caught by the fairly loud whispers of the servants inside. You held up your hand, stopping the guard from announcing your presence.

A young woman’s voice spoke, “They were so loud last night the guards heard them all the way down the hall.” A few giggles followed.

“I heard them a few days ago in the throne room Lord Zuko was incredibly loud. He was basically screaming her name.”

“I’m surprised she’s not pregnant yet. They do it any chance they get I don’t know how she’s not broken in two.”

“The laundry maids say they have to change their bedding so often, it’s ridiculous. Sezei says her forearms have grown three times in size because of how much washing they have to do.” Your entire body began to burn with embarrassment.

“No way!” another girl giggled. “One guard claims he caught them naked in the river near the waterfall, late at night.” Gasps erupted throughout the room.

“They say the flames throughout the castle will flicker uncontrollably when Lord Zuko—”

Akani barged past you angrily, sliding the doors open. “Have you all lost your senses, speaking of the Lord and Lady in such a manner?!”

You swallowed thickly, gripping your long sleeves in your fists. Your body was frozen in discomfort. The girls squealed like children caught by their parents, dropping to the floor, bowing and apologizing profusely. You dismissed them with a silent wave and they scurried away.

The meeting was a blur you couldn’t focus, not even a little. Their words clung to you, replaying over and over in your mind. All you could think about was Zuko and you.

You were from a noble family. You knew servants gossiped it was inevitable, but never like this. Never about you, and never in such detail.

Yet somehow, that made the burn of embarrassment settle into something deeper… something harder to ignore.

•••

As the sun set, you went outside to clear your mind but that didn’t help. With each servant or guard you passed, you found yourself wondering who had witnessed you and Zuko’s more…intimate moments.

You couldn’t even be mad. The two of you had been reckless when it came to your desires.

As the warm wind brushed against your cheeks, familiar hands gently wrapped around your waist. Your body subconsciously relaxed into him.

“Hey, beautiful.” Zuko trailed kisses up your neck. You smiled, tilting your head to give him more access until you noticed the guard across the courtyard. You took a sharp breath and gently pushed him away.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” you whispered, looking down in shame.

Zuko tilted his head, confused. “What’s the matter?” You sighed, taking his hand and leading him back inside to your bedroom.

After explaining the fiasco from earlier in the day, Zuko sat in front of you in silence. His cheeks held a faint pink tint as he sank into thought.

“I never thought about anyone hearing us. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you…”

“No, I— ugh. In the moment, I was ashamed and embarrassed I could barely move. Akani had to come to my defense, but… I don’t know.” You dragged your hands down your face, trying to find the right words.

Zuko chuckled softly, reaching out to take your wrist. You looked at him with a pout.

“Listen, if you’re bothered by what they think, I can have them dismissed while we participate in our…activities.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No need. It’s just— it was just jarring to hear it firsthand.”

He gave you a gentle smile, cupping your cheek in one hand. You happily leaned into his warmth.

“You know… if they want to listen, let’s give them a show.” He smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You sat there, giving it some thought. You had always been known as a poised, intelligent lady from a noble family— well respected, well mannered. What if word got back to your parents about how undignified you’d been behaving? You would be mortified the next time you visited.

Sex was meant to be shared between partners— husband and wife, not….oh fuck it. You were already married, so what the hell?

A small smile crept onto your lips as you nodded in agreement. Fine, if they wanted to eavesdrop then let them hear EVERYTHING.

•••

From late that night into the early morning, you spent hours tangled together, making love. Your sweaty bodies intertwined kissing, biting, pulling, teasing— your lewd sounds echoing faintly through the palace. From the bed to the floor, the balcony to the wall, neither of you stopped until exhaustion finally claimed you both, and you fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

The next morning, you woke with a soft smile, draped across your husband’s chest, the two of you tangled in sheets on the floor.

“Morning, sleepy head,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips though his eyes remained closed.

“I’m hungry… wanna eat?” He nodded lazily.

Your morning had been perfect so far. You dressed yourself in quiet before joining him for breakfast.

It was simple but divine light fish with rice, fresh fruit, and hot tea. The two of you spoke easily, drifting from meetings, to the New Year’s Festival, to whatever leisure the day might allow. You were happy (sore) and completely worry free.

Your handmaiden, Akani, entered the dining area, your ladies just behind her.

“Good morning, my lady. My lord,” she greeted, bowing gracefully.

You smiled. “Morning, Akani. Morning, girls.”

There was a small silence, her gaze lingered a moment too long before she straightened. A faint, almost knowing smile tugging at her lips.

“I trust you both slept well?”

You opened your mouth to answer, then paused. Something in her tone made it clear she knew. She always knew.

Your eyes narrowed slightly. “…we did.”

A quiet shuffle came from behind her one of your ladies suddenly very interested in the floor. Akani continued smoothly, “I’ve taken the liberty of having your chambers thoroughly refreshed this morning.”

Your brow lifted. “Refreshed?”

“Yes, my lady.” A beat. “Very thoroughly.”

Heat rushed to your face, your hand instinctively lifting toward your neck only to freeze when you felt the faint tenderness there. Beside you, Zuko picked up his cup suddenly taking interest in his tea swirling around. You turned your head just enough to catch the faintest hint of red creeping up his ears.

They heard. Good.

Akani’s eyes flicked between you both, entirely too composed. “May I speak freely?” You nodded in approval.

“I do hope your shared enthusiasm did not leave you both too fatigued for the day ahead.”

You pressed your lips together, fighting a smile. Zuko however, straightened slightly, setting his cup down with forced calm.

“Thank you for your concern. We are perfectly capable of attending our duties.”

There was a brief pause then, almost imperceptibly, his chin lifted just a fraction. You bit the inside of your cheek, barely containing your amusement.

Akani inclined her head. “Of course, my lady.” She reached forward to adjust your hairpiece, that same knowing smile lingering, before bowing and taking her leave. You leaned back slightly in your seat, finally letting your satisfied smile slip free as you reached for your tea.

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`ঔঌ₊⊹ DEFLOWERED!

in which, the great fire lord zuko… happens to be an “inexperienced loser” and gets taught about intimacy by his trusty maid

tags: smut + porn w/ a semi-fluffy plot, reader teaches zuko, he’s very awkward…, unrequited love (or so it seems…), you get caught, arranged marriage. #unedited, insp by this + art by @/n_i_k_e_l on twt <3 author’s note at the end!

“The council has decided; we need an heir, sir.” The annoying chamberlain kept droning for the last hour or so, and Zuko was beginning to get irritated.

It’s been a few years since his coronation, and a few years of the council trying to set him up with any refined lady the Fire Nation had to offer.

“But I’m not married,” he replied.

It clearly hasn’t worked.

An advisor cleared their throat. “We know that and… actually there’s a new fine miss in our radar who happens to—“

Zuko could feel his patience running thin and abruptly stood up.

“Dismissed.” “B-But, sir!” Zuko turned to the chamberlain and advisors behind him, tone evidently laced with malice.

“I said this meeting is dismissed.”

The men scurried along like rats, leaving Zuko in his study… contemplating.

Aang and Katara are engaged to be married, Sokka is currently with Suki—even Toph has someone!

Zuko is a prideful man; he’s the Fire Lord for crying out loud… But even he can admit that he lacks in areas. Specifically…when it comes to being charismatic and a particular insecurity he has.

Zuko sucks at flirting and specifically being brazen.

He’s been on approximately 45 dates in the past year… and not one lady has been interested. Or rather they have been, until he opens his mouth.

But not even that; if there was one thing Zuko was absolutely embarrassed about, it was his lack of experience when it comes to sex. He was a virgin, a prude, and shuddered at the thought of having to have his first with some random woman he never met.

There was even one time the council suggested concubines… there was no way in hell he’d do that (since… as disgustingly sweet as it is… he wanted to be an intimate relationship with someone he considered close).

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that he’s put off so many of those candidates, but a small part of him sulked at the fact that he’s going to have to have a wife sooner or later, and then have an heir.

“I can help you.”

Zuko’s lips pressed to a fine line, looking at your direction to see any reaction. Your face was completely neutral.

He’s always told you his dilemmas, and this was no different. You’d always come up with a solution or compromise, but for some reason, he felt especially… on edge.

You—L/N Y/N—have known Zuko since you two were children, as he attended the same school as you did for a few years before you and your father—were officially promoted to head staff, and you, Zuko’s handmaiden.

Zuko remembers how you always followed him back in his childhood—answering to every beck and call; he remembers how sweet you were, how compassionate too, and how you’d encourage him when it came to Fire Bending.

You never showed a sign of protest when it came to anything, always a neutral look on your face.

And he couldn’t lie, you were absolutely stunning (despite said neutral look), but he couldn’t help but be put off even more.

“R-Really?” His skin turned flushed.

“Mhm,” you hummed, sipping your tea calmly like you didn’t just make Zuko mentally haywire. You were currently sitting across from him, drinking tea with just him in the room while you listened to his problems like always. “I’m not some random woman, aren’t I? I can teach you.”

He nodded hesitantly. “No, you’re not.”

He’ll admit, he has to get with the times. Not many people are saving their chastity and he has to stop being scared. Especially when it comes to wanting to romance others.

“And how so? How would you teach me?”

You shot him a smile. “Trust in me, my Lord. Everything shall be situated.

Zuko cleared his throat, glancing once more at your neutral face and nodded gently. “When do you suggest we start?”

“Whenever you’d like, my Lord.”

—————

lesson one: foreplay

Zuko thought it over, coming to a conclusion two days later and then asking you to come to his chambers later at night where the rest of the staff wouldn’t see you.

He sat there, robe hastily put on and sat there awkwardly at the corner of his bed, waiting. And then he began thinking.

Zuko’s known you for a while—you’ve been at his service for a long time. Hell, there was even a moment in time where he had a crush on you.

It was back when he would stride alongside his mother around the palace, constantly meeting your eyes every time he glanced over where your father would be working. Then you’d smile at him and his heart would be pounding; his mother knew, maybe even Azula knew—she’d certainly mess with you sometimes, but overall respected you (more than him at least).

Sure, you were a “servant”, but it’s obvious that you were a great Firebender. He remembers how he’d have trouble sleeping as a kid and walk off to the courtyard where you’d be there in a small corner, practicing Fire Bending and moving so graceful, it appeared almost like you were dancing.

Even when he got banished, he’d think of you. When he’d look at the stars, he’d think of how your eyes would shine every time you made eye contact.

And now you’re in this situation? He feels sheepish for almost exposing this vulnerability to you…

Zuko jumped at the sound of a knock at his door being knocked, walking fast towards it and swinging it open rather quickly.

“Get in, get in.” He turned around all too fast, his back facing you in sheer embarrassment that he’d even have to ask this of you.

And of course you could tell; you always could. “My Lord, please don’t be embarrassed about this. It is simply educating you on your sexuality; nothing wrong with that.”

“Right…” He walked to the bed slowly and sat down, his eyes following your figure slowly approaching him.

He can’t deny it; you looked beautiful. Your nightly robes were a pretty white, its sheer fabric covering your body nicely and your nipples poking out in the fabric.

But as much as Zuko’s eyes were on your breasts, he quickly averted his eyes to you the moment you cleared your throat. You were holding a book…

“And that?” You smiled at his question.

“This is erotic literature. Clear source material in order to work as an example on what to do.”

He blinked awkwardly, whereas your smile was still glued onto your face. You opened the book to a specific page, being bookmarked by a folded piece of parchment.

Perhaps Zuko was out of his mind—or maybe he already was (because why the hell else would he even be in this situation in the first place?), but he couldn’t stop staring at you reading. God, he knew he was a prude but to get aroused by watching you lick your index finger every time you flipped a page? He felt his pants get tight and his mouth dry.

“Do I have permission to proceed?” He looked away, his face burning with embarrassment. “I guess.”

“So… first, you hold their face and look into their eyes.”

Before he knew it, you leaned closer, holding his face and looking deep into his eyes. Your eyes softened and the moonlight peeking through the curtains hit your irises—the color almost instantly becoming more vibrant.

“After that, lean closer…”

Then you just began kissing him. Zuko’s eyes felt like they were going to pop out; your lips were warm, plush and soft. You tasted sweet, like the pastries you’d make him on occasion.

Then your tongue slowly went in his mouth the sloppier the kiss went. Your hands cupping his face pulled him closer to you the more you kissed him.

But as Zuko was starting to get used to the pace of your lips, you stopped, pulling back.

He felt his heart race, blinking profusely like he was embarrassed.

The Fire Lord? Getting like this over a measly kiss? He can already imagine Aang and Sokka making fun of him should he ever accidentally tell this about this encounter.

“That was good, my Lord,” you smiled. “Maybe you don’t even need my teachings.”

“O-Oh…” He panicked, mouth going dry. “Um… I believe I still do…”

And damn, you smiled so kindly. “Okay then please position yourself and sit against the headboard, my Lo—“

“Zuko.”

He winced—God, did he really just say that? Your eyes widened a fragment and you blinked. “Sir, are you sure I can refer to you by your name?”

“We are practicing intimacy,” he looked away while saying this and was glad the moonlight wasn’t hitting him or else you’d see how absolutely flustered he was.

“Referring to each other by our given names is one of the most intimate things. I’d like to try it with you too.”

Only then he looked at you when he heard a light laugh slipping from you. “Okay, Zuko.”

Fuck, you said his name so pretty too… You said it like it was something precious; softly enunciating the consonants and not spewing it harshly like how he’s known for almost all his life.

He felt his heart race faster, observing how you slowly got on the bed and planted your knees on the sides of his thighs, straddling him. You then sat on his lap, your crotch against his, and from your small smile forming on your face, he can tell you’ve taken note of his evident hard-on.

“Now let’s try what we did again, but in this position!”

You sounded far too enthusiastic about this…

He blinked, awkwardly. He didn't know what to do. Hell, if he were to compare being in a room full of generals and his finest soldiers, he would consider that much easier than being stuck between your body and the wall.

Your eyes followed his hands, which were placed beside your thighs and you could sense how shaky they were. He let out a small gasp the moment you grabbed his forearms and led them to wrap around your waist.

“You can touch me, sir.” He nodded slowly and grabbed at your waist hesitantly.

Your lips met his again, except with more fervor. Like you were trying to get a taste of a candy you haven't tasted in years., with your head slightly rotated.

Zuko could feel his heart beat so. Damn. Fast. So much so that he felt overwhelmed and light-headed and aroused, but also nervous if he was doing this right.

Your hips began grinding against his, hands tangled in his hair while you let his hands travel across your skin. His callous fingertips lightly brushed on your warm skin under your shirt, on your hips.

But when he was kissing you, he couldn’t help but still feel so nervous—to be at such proximity to you and to be able totally touch you like this.

Then you pulled back and got off of him. As soon as he was in bliss, you quickly ended it. He couldn’t help but have a quite upset expression, noted by you.

“Don’t worry, sir. I must stop now since we are only at the beginning. According to this book, kissing intensely while grinding against one’s gene—“

“Okay… I get it. You’re dismissed.”

He laid on his bed, attempting to catch his breath before you spoke again. This time, without a blank look on your face and tone. You smiled so sweetly…

“It’s cute, but we have to work on your hesitation, sir. Please keep that in mind for our next lesson.”

He nodded, finally relaxing his body the minute you shut the door. You stole his first “make-out”. Sure, he’s kissed girls (and by girls, he means just Mai), but not like this.

Not like you wanted to practically taste them while caressing their face and pulling hair.

“Fuck…” he groaned. “What am I going to do with you..?”

And… he grimaced. He was still hard.

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lesson two: fellatio + cunnilingus

For the next lesson, you had him sprawled out on the canopy bed of his chamber. Zuko swore he could fucking hear his heartbeat…

He glanced over at you, once again reading your "source material" pornographic novel, and felt his heart beat into his chest. Your previous lesson didn't inherently lead to any sex, rather it was foreplay that left him all hot and bothered the moment you left.

All you did was grind against him and kiss, and you had him practically burning for more. And now, here he was, at your mercy. You were kneeled on the bed beside him while you really examined what to do. He could tell how your expression shifted from one of amusement to one of slightly shock, and then you closed the book.

“Now we are trying oral sex!” Once again, he couldn’t help but be nervous at your demeanor.

“Okay…”

“Actually, oral sex is also considered foreplay for some before penetrative sex! But, I didn’t want to rush you and also considered how flustered you got after last session, I decided it was enough!”

Zuko stared at you blankly. “Right…”

You spoke so academically? Blankly? You’re kind and listen to his dilemmas, but he feels unsure. When the both of you were making out, he was the one that was all hot and bothered while you simply left. Was he that terrible at this? Granted, it was his first time making out with someone while touching their body like that, but really?

He wonders how you get during sex… if you’re just as blank or if you—

“Okay! I will strip myself, then you now.”

You then began to peel off your upper half, where Zuko made eye contact with your pretty breasts. He’s never seen a woman’s breasts before, but yours looked beautiful. Really beautiful.

His eyes widened at how quick you leaned over, sliding his pants fast and exposing his dick, all hard and resting on his abdomen.

“Now please let me show you how to indulge in fellatio.”

You took his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling on his leaking tip and pressing on his shaft.

“Hahh—fuck…” Zuko closed his eyes, almost in disbelief that you were actually doing this.

You then took him whole in your mouth while stroking him at the base of his cock. You looked so cute, just cheeked hollowed out while you sucked him off.

You stopped for a moment, still stroking his cock while looking up at him with those damn pretty eyes of yours. “Now, if you want, you can also push my head a bit in case you would like a more pleasurable experience according to the book!”

And just like that, you latched your lips on his length, bopping your head up and down while your tongue dragged on his sensitive veins. He was itching for a release, and clearly you could tell too.

“You can also ejaculate in my mouth if you so choose!”

And just at that moment, he did, with spurts of cum unloading in your mouth. Then you swallowed… Jesus…

Zuko took a moment to catch his breath, panting a bit before speaking again.

“Now let me do it to you.”

And for the first time, you looked hesitant. “Ca-Can you repeat your question again—?”

“Can’t I indulge in oral sex with you?”

Your eyes widened like they were going to pop out of your skull. “I-I mean yes…but it isn’t necessarily proper.”

Zuko pushed you on the bed by your shoulders, making you lie down, where he got off the bed and stood over you.

“If you are to educate me on my sexuality, not only would I like to learn how to receive but to give.”

He leaned towards you and grabbed the book beside you, flipping to the page you bookmarked talking about cunnilingus.

“Here we go…” He couldn’t lie that he felt nervous, but for some reason, just being in a situationship with where you were nervous as well, made him want to act more brazen. To take some type of authority.

“Do I have your permission to proceed?”

You blinked, your face feeling like it’s on fire, and nodded. “Only if you want, my Lo—Zuko.”

He kneeled on the floor, taking off your pants and underwear down and being face to face with your cunt.

Of course, Zuko’s taken anatomy during school and has gotten a diagram on how female and male anatomy look like: all technical.

But as he’s kneeled down, he can’t help but marvel at how pretty you look. Your sex was dripping with your arousal and as soon as you took note on how he was staring, you instinctively attempted to shut your thighs. His eyes traced your body, all stiff and hesitant like you were anxious.

“Please don’t do that; let me make you feel good…”

Zuko grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to him, and slowly kissed at your inner thighs, leading to your cunt.

Your breathing was shallow, shaky—and you were so evidently shy.

He lapped at your cunt, tasting your essence and going insane off it. He took one hand and placed it above your abdomen, two fingers spreading your labia apart and went at it.

Zuko was almost technical with his movements, kneading your plush thighs like bread dough and cupping his mouth around the top of your slit. His tongue began to piston inside you, going side to side and in figure-8 motions, all the while your thighs were crushing his head and you were…crying?

“O-Ohh my God…! Zuko—!” You were whining, your voice so high pitched that he had to do a double take. Your voice usually was derived from emotion, but you were in absolutely bliss.

He began rubbing your clit with the bridge of his nose, feeling how you twitched every time he was grinding his nose against it.

And then you pulled on his hair, shoving his face in your cunt further. Your back arched from the bed, rotating your hips against his face and tangling your fingers within his hair further.

It was too much; you were practically crying out, tears streaming down your face while Zuko ate you out in such a sloppy manner, eliciting the most lascivious sounds to anyone who may walk in. He was practically making out with your pussy, savoring your taste. You were in a trance, practically almost reaching your climax.

Which is why, when the two of you were under your own euphoric state together, did you barely notice a councilman and his entourage barge in his chambers.

“My Lor—Oh my goodness!”

“Fuck!”

Zuko looked up, already seeing you covering your face with the covers while the councilmen were looking anywhere but the direction of you two.

“W-We shall leave you be…” one spoke, turning abruptly.

“Wait!”

Zuko abruptly put on his robe, following the councilman and his entourage.

“What is the meaning of this?! You dare infringe on my privacy?”

The councilman turned around, his expression going from embarrassed to slightly relieved.

The great Fire Lord was on his knees eating a woman out scandalously while he was supposed to be on the look-out for a wife.

The Fire Nation needs an heir now, and Zuko has a lover!

And the thing was, you were from a fine family. Your grandfather was an esteemed military officer to his grandfather and father; your mother taught at the military academy, your brother was a current general in the army.

This was perfect… An absolutely perfect candidate for a wife.

“That woman… That woman is to be your betrothed.”

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final exam/the night of his wedding

Zuko sat beside you on his bed, looking away. He bit his lip all anxious and afraid to meet your gaze.

It happened too quick. It was uncharacteristic of the council, however apparently someone snitched and you soon became his betrothed, and were to get married in two weeks.

And now, you officially have gotten married, with you being the Fire Lady.

He could seriously scream (in rage because he couldn’t court you? In happiness because he actually likes you? In pure disbelief?).

His head turned to your direction, where you were blankly staring at the window. The moon was out and it was shining directly at your face, sporting a rather melancholic expression.

“I-Is everything alright?”

You were biting your lower lip and your eyes looked glossy, almost like you were stopping yourself from crying.

“Y-Ye—“ “Be honest with me.”

Your eyes met his and then, did the tears slip down your face and your lip quivering.

“I’m so—hic—so sorry… I can’t begin to express how sorry I am to you, Zuko.”

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, a pit settling in his stomach at the thought of being the reason for your tears. “What do you mean? Why are you apologizing?”

“I-I—Your wife! I s-stopped you from marrying your true love! A-And I’m so so sorry!” You were bawling at this point, lightly clutching Zuko’s robes and head crouched down in shame.

“Wait what?” He lifted your head up by your chin and saw how you were looking up at him with apologetic eyes.

Your breathing was shaky and you couldn’t look him in the eyes, making Zuko’s heart hurt. 

He hesitated. He didn’t know how to make someone feel better if they were sad—let alone a woman and someone he feels strongly about. His everything hurts looking at you cry. 

So he tried something he’s never done, but reminded him of his mother.

“Here,” he whispered, holding your shaky hands. His thumbs caressed small circles on your palms, and you slowly looked up at him with eyes that were still overflowing with tears. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong. At all. Don’t ever think that…” He held eye contact that made you cry even more. “My wife.”

At that moment, it felt so natural. You slowly leaned in, caressing his scarred cheek and running your fingertips through his skin, and kissed him. 

It felt all too natural, to be undressing you from your new formal nightly gown, and to lay you down on the bed beneath him.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to… We don’t have to consummate this marriage.”

“I do. I want to.” You said it all too quickly, looking away like you were flustered and destroying whatever nonchalant neutral façade you had been building. 

The truth of the matter was that you love him and have been for years. And to think that you almost stopped him from “getting his true love”, you felt terrible during the two weeks the council forbid you see your husband until your wedding ceremony.

“I want to see you, Y/N.” It was the first time he’d ever say your name so gently while being face to face with you, and he felt a pit in his stomach just looking at your soft smile.

He kept eye contact while he stroked himself, hesitant on touching you.

“Okay…” you whispered quietly.

He began rubbing your slit with his cock, spreading your arousal on his length and paying attention to your clit. 

“I… I learned something from the book during these two weeks I haven’t seen you.”

You blinked and suddenly gasped. 

Zuko placed a hand above your abdomen and began plunging his index and middle finger into your pussy and thrusting them in and out, eliciting a string of lewd shlick! sounds that echoed around your chambers. 

Your eyes tightened, holding his muscular forearm as he continued. Your gummy walls clenched on his thick, quick fingers curling inside of you and hitting that spot. 

“Hahh… keep going. So so…good.” 

A sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak slipped from your lips at the sight of Zuko sticking his middle and index fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. 

“My Lord—!”

He smiled, a sense of pride overtaking him at your sudden shock. “Can’t I know how my wife tastes like? You taste simply divine, my wife.”

“Oh my—!” You squeaked, using your forearm to hide your flustered expression and beginning to roll your hips against nothing. Your clit still ached in anticipation for that friction he gave.

Zuko’s nimble fingers traced your goosebump-ridden skin and he cupped your left breast while his lips went further down to your other one. “You’re so damn beautiful, my wife. All mine...”

The pit in your stomach grew and you looked away, embarrassed and aroused. 

“Please…touch me further.”

It was silent between the both of you for a moment; the wing in which the both of you were at was silent, and you could hear your heavy heartbeat in your ears the longer you kept eye contact with your husband’s golden eyes, pleading with you. 

“Let me pleasure you…Y/N. Please.”

You nodded your head slowly and bit your lip, your gaze trailing down onto your husband’s cock again, practically on the verge of cumming. 

“Darling—please,” his golden eyes gazed at you, your flushed face and hesitant expression, and he smiled softly. 

He felt nervous. What if he didn’t like sex? What if you didn’t like it? As much as he can call you darling, he was a nervous wreck internally.

“L-Let me know if it hurts. Please. I will stop.”

You nodded and dug your nails on his gentle skin, creating crimson crescents in their wake.

And just like that, your husband penetrated you while holding you so gently. Your lips pursed and your eyes followed where his were: at your cunt. The skin of the base of his cock wrinkled the moment he bottomed out in you and gleamed with your arousal when he moved his hips. Zuko hissed, his breathing becoming jagged and heavy.

“M-Move…Faster, Zuko!.” He rocked his hips into you, holding your arms down against the sand. Your supple breasts bounced with every harsh thrust. 

Oh, Zuko appeared as if he was going to lose it. You were just so beautiful and you were all his now.

Your eyebrows pinched together, lower lip bitten down, and tears welling up in your eyes. 

“Oh my God!” Every move of his was fast, pistoning himself into you with ferocity that you slapped your hand on your mouth to stop squeaking. You felt bad for whatever maid or guard was outside hearing you cry out your husband’s name.

Zuko leaned towards you, latching his lips onto your jawline, where he left soft kisses in their wake. His cock dragged lazily against your velvety walls, clenching against him like a damn vice.

“Ahh—nghh…Z-Zuko—!” Your legs clung onto his hips lazily, body arching onto his while your arms covered your face. He’d slowly pull his hips away and slam into you so lasciviously.

Even if he did not replicate the same growing emotions you had for him, you still found yourself wanting more. Your hips bucked against his and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again.

“You feel so good, my Lord…” you whispered, against his lips as you tasted him.

Your legs clung onto his waist, feeling his hips buck and thrusts slowly become less consistent. “Let me make you feel good forever, my love…”

Oh…

He flipped you, to be on top of him. The moment he bottomed out inside you, you let out a cry, pressing down on his lower stomach and bounced yourself on his dick.

“Fuck! Oh my—!” God you looked fucking stunning, with the moon hitting your upper torso and your breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust of his hips upwards. 

“Let me make you mine, Y/N. I beg of you…” He groaned, hissing at how your cunt tightened around him oh so good.

You were crying—like actually crying—rocking your hips and fucking yourself on him back and forth. Zuko felt like he was on cloud nine; you were just too damn perfect.

“Nghh-more! Please!” A wave of euphoria washed over you; it was amazing…something you’ve never experienced before. 

“Are you alright, Y/N?” He paused, noting your labored breathing and maw slack.

Your body felt damn feverish and you could feel how Zuko’s cock twitched inside you, spilling his hot, warm load inside your hole, making you full. 

“F-Fuck…” Zuko wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly tugged you down on him, his head on the crook of your neck as he burried his seed inside you deeper. All warm and filling. 

Your weight was on him and you could hear his heartbeat, both of you breathing heavily. 

“We should… We should do that again. That was nice.” God, you really are perverted.

Or maybe he’s the perverted one for having one hell of a time right now.

“Tomorrow?” “Tomorrow.” He sighed, running his fingers through your hair and feeling your legs’ cling against him become tighter.

But one thing’s for certain; he wouldn’t give this up for the world.

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is this rushed? maybe so, but i just had to write this lmao. i’ve been really busy with school recently and haven’t gotten proper time to really write this entire thing out!! anywayssss!! wish me luck in my future exams heheheeh

this is probably the longest fic i’ve ever written in regards to smutty content holy shit 😭

tags<3: @himekaida @fallensoxul @selina0226 @re1biezboy @jujuandherjuvinile @asuritam

[inventorsokka-deactivated202608]

It could just be me but I can barely find any sokka x reader fics ,

He's so cute why doesn't anyone want him 💔

I'll just take it upon myself to type as many sokka fics as I can,

Requests?

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I love your writing so much, please write Making out with sokka properly for the first time (she’s straddling him and every time she repositions herself she accidentally rubs on him without noticing) and he cums in his pants. This is in the beginning of their relationship and it’s their first time doing anything like that. He feels guilty because he doesn’t want to come off as gross but he just likes her so much and she doesn’t even mind she just laughs (not at him but in a comforting way that makes him feel less embarrassed).

A/n: he 100% would and I love him 😩, he's so fucking adorable.

It was supposed to just be a kiss.

That’s what you had told yourself when you climbed into his lap just to be closer, just to stop the awkward distance that always seemed to creep in whenever things got quiet between you.

Sokka had gone completely still the second you straddled him.

“…uh,” he started, blinking up at you. “Hi."

You smiled softly, your hands resting on his shoulders. “Hi."

The first kiss was hesitant, soft, almost unsure but it didn’t stay that way for long. The moment your lips pressed fully against his, something in Sokka melted, his hands finding your waist like he needed to make sure you were really there.

“Oh,” he breathed against your mouth.

You smiled into the kiss, tilting your head slightly, deepening it just a little and he followed immediately, a soft, surprised sound slipping from him as he kissed you back properly.

It was new.

Messy.

A little clumsy.

But it was something real.

Your fingers slid into his hair, your body shifting slightly as you adjusted your position in his lap, trying to get more comfortable.

You didn’t notice it but he did.His breath hitched sharply.

You kept kissing him, slow and soft, your movements absentminded as you leaned closer, pressing into him without thinking.

“Sokka....” you murmured quietly.

“Mm...yeah?..." he answered automatically, though his voice sounded… strained.

You shifted again, just a little and this time he really felt it.

His hands tightened on your hips instantly, his breath catching harder as his cock strained against his pants, your body rubbing against him in a way that made his head spin.

And you had no idea, no instead you just kissed him again, softer this time, your lips lingering, your hips shifting unconsciously as you got comfortable.

“Sokka?” you whispered against his mouth. “Are you okay?”

He let out a shaky breath.

“Yeah...yeah, I’m—” his voice broke slightly as you moved again, his grip tightening. “I’m good, just—”

You tilted your head, confused. “…just what?”

“You’re—” he swallowed hard, his face flushing. “You’re moving—”

“I am?” you blinked. You shifted again instinctively, your fingers clutching his tunic.

And that was all it took. Sokka let out a choked sound, his head falling back slightly, his grip tightening almost desperately on your hips as his body reacted before he could stop it.

He froze.

Completely.

Your lips parted slightly as you pulled back, confused. “…Sokka?”

He didn’t answer right away, his face was red, his breathing uneven. And then realization hit him all at once.

“Oh...Spirits....” he groaned softly, his hands loosening immediately like he didn’t know what to do with them. “I’m so sorry...I didn’t mean...I wasn’t.”

You blinked at him. “…what?”

He avoided your eyes, clearly mortified now. “I just...I like you, okay? A lot. And that just,,I didn’t—”

Then it clicked, your gaze dropped briefly. And instead of recoiling instead of reacting the way he clearly feared.

You laughed, soft, warm and gentle but not at him. It was never at him.

Sokka blinked, surprised, his head lifting slightly. “…you’re not mad?”

“No,” you said, smiling softly as your hands rested back on his shoulders. “I’m not mad.”

“You’re not...grossed out?”

You shook your head, your expression fond.

“I was literally sitting on your lap and rubbing against your cock without realizing,” you pointed out quietly. “What did you think was going to happen?”

He blinked then gave you a weak smile. “…that’s a fair point.”

You smiled a little wider, leaning down just enough to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“It’s cute,” you murmured.

He froze. “…cute?”

You nodded, your fingers brushing lightly through his hair. “I’m flattered, Sokka.”

His eyes went wide, he ran his tongue over his lips as he tried to think of something to say.“You’re—really not upset?”

“No,” you said again, softer this time. “I like you too.”

That hit him harder than anything else.

You leaned in again, pressing another soft kiss to his lips, slower this time, more certain.

He melted into it immediately. “…just,” he mumbled against your mouth, still a little flustered, “maybe—uh...warn me next time before you—”

You shifted again on purpose, grinning as you ran your fingers through his hair as his breath caught.

“…never mind,” he muttered weakly.

You laughed softly against his lips and now he didn’t feel embarrassed at all.

[zombiloverz]

Don’t worry Zuko, Sokka, and Aang mommy’s coming

[jllacvnt]

MY MOON MY MAN; fire lord zuko x concubine reader. pt2 here

in which: zuko’s royal advisors are adamant he needs to produce an heir, and while his mind is in two, he stumbles across his consort on a late night stroll. nsfw, minors dni (porn with very little plot!)

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after the defeat of fire lord ozai during sozin’s comet, the formerly disgraced fire lord was stripped of his power and the title was bestowed upon his heir; prince zuko.

currently a few years into his reign, the new fire lord zuko had done everything he had promised to do. he had forged a new path for the fire nation, stronger relations, stronger balance, a reign built on compassion rather than fear. yet his rule had been marked by disillusion in the system that had stood proud for so many years.

mainly the imperial consorts.

zuko resented the idea of a harem, a group of women at his beck and call, prepared to give in to his primitive desires. his father had had many consorts, but zuko had resisted their advances at any given turn. he was not his father. the fire nation he was pioneering was meant to be different from the past, modern, innovative, free.

so how could he accept such a hedonistic concept? how could he be paving a way for his people and still have these women in such an archaic position?

his royal advisors were having none of it. consorts were customary. it gave the women financial security, political influence, and social standing. it seemed that zuko would be doing these women a great disservice by dismissing any of them.

so he kept them around. he never summoned them into his chambers. he never bedded them, or took advantage of their devotions to him. it was not honourable to use women for his own selfish needs. he was doing them a favour. they retained their positions, and he didn’t have to be intimately involved with any of them.

it was a good compromise, or so he thought.

his advisors were adamant on an heir. it would show security in the new rule, a united front against the crimes and threats of the past. the royal family would be a symbol of change, step into the right direction. the issue?

zuko refused to wed.

his breakup with mai had frankly soured his disposition when it came to romantic relations. he did not want to become involved with another woman like that ever again. his body had aged, his mind had matured, but deep down he was the same sixteen year old boy who rose to power.

awkward, unsure of himself. what woman would want to be with him? he didn’t know how to be a husband, a boyfriend, hell, even a father. a decade ago, he didn’t ever think he’d be where he was now.

despite his unsureness of his romantic capabilities, zuko was sure about one thing. he was a good leader, a strong one. he was making real, substantial advances as fire lord and he’d be damned if anything was going to take that from him. if a united front, a strong royal family was what they wanted, he’d give them exactly that and more.

he needed to fuck an heir into one of his consorts.

he let out a groan. the thought made his head ache and his heart twist. zuko ran a hand through his hair, his ebony strands free from their usual ornate constraints and falling across his back like an inky curtain.

when his mind ran wild like this, he would walk through the imperial gardens. the grounds were flush with meticulously groomed shrubs and trees, various flowers in pink or red littered across the grass. the floral smell hung heavy and humid in the air, settling deep within zuko’s lungs.

the night was cool, yet not cold. the moonlight cast a bright, bluish sheen across the grounds, illuminating his path as he strolled. the same questions tore through his mind, the lack of answers contorting his features into a permanent scowl.

his heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he turned the corner. a woman stood crouched by the bushes, her hand outstretched, a soft smile on her face. zuko leaned closer, eyes squinting. it was one of his concubines.

y/n l/n.

his gasp forced the woman’s head to snap towards him. she seemed to kick herself into gear, straightening up and stepping into a small, polite bow.

“my lord.” she said, not quite meeting his eyes. “i do apologise, i didn’t know you were there.”

zuko’s eyebrows furrowed. “well, don’t stop on my account. were you fetching something?”

a small smile played at her lips. “i was trying to get the cat out of the bushes. he belongs to one of the other consorts, she’s been beside herself thinking he was lost.”

a cat? zuko didn’t even know that the consorts had pets. was he so concerned with the state of the world he had failed to notice trivial things in his own palace?

this was not the first time that zuko had laid eyes upon y/n. yet it was the first time he had seen her in such a casual context. her soft linen nightdress, her hair free and in its natural state. her face without any sort of rouge or makeup. the moonlight only seemed to illuminate her features, grace the highest points of her face. she was beautiful, that was clear.

“i am sorry that i disturbed you, my lord. i shall leave you be.” she said, with another small bow, seeming to forget about the furry creature that drew her out of here in the first place.

“no!” zuko exclaimed before he could stop himself. “don’t leave on my account, join me, by all means!”

her eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting the invitation. zuko felt heat rise in his face, he had never been alone with any of his consorts before.

“if you insist, fire lord.” she said with a sweep of her hand. zuko took a step closer to her.

“well, allow me to help you find this cat.”

the two adults spent an embarrassing amount of time attempting to coax the creature out of the bushes. what ever progress y/n had made disappeared as soon as zuko approached, as it was completely terrified of him and ran further away. y/n laughed despite herself, a lovely melodious sound.

“ill have to try again tomorrow.” she said, brushing dust off of her nightdress and standing up straight. “shall we continue our promenade?”

“yes. let’s.”

while they strolled, zuko snuck sideways glances at y/n, who rambled incessantly about the various plants that lined the grounds. zuko knew nothing about plants, and usually he’d be annoyed by such rambling but y/n had a nice voice, and it was a welcome distraction from the stresses of ruling. it seemed that zuko’s mood was evident upon his face.

“is there something that plagues you, my lord?” she asked, gazing up at him through her eyelashes. her gaze was alluring, charming even. zuko couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her plump lips.

“don’t worry yourself with my troubles.” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. his gaze met her eyes again, a strange sensation shooting through his groin, a flush spreading across his face.

“that is my job.” she said with a smile. “though you never summon me.”

her hand rubbed at her neck awkwardly, drawing zuko’s attention to the smooth skin of her décolleté. her averted his eyes.

“i don’t summon any of you.” he said firmly. “it is beneath me, and you.”

“well then; think of me as a friend. will you tell me what plagues you then?”

y/n stepped closer and zuko’s heart hammered wildly in his chest. she could feel the heat radiating off of his body, perpetually hot due to his bending technique, and he could smell her jasmine perfume. the scent was beginning to drive him crazy with desire.

“i… i cannot.” he said, stumbling over his words. “it’s slightly embarrassing.”

“don’t be embarrassed.” she breathed. the warmth of the fire lord drew her closer, like a moth to a flame, like icarus towards the sun.

“my royal advisors want me to sire an heir.”

“and you do not want to?”

‘with you, i would’, an evil little voice said in his head. a fleeting thought that sent shivers of desire through the fire lord, and annoyed him at the same time. what was it he said before, about the concubines? why is it that he didn’t want anything to do with them? he could barely remember, desire and the want for pleasure tainting his thoughts.

“something like that.” zuko said after a short while. his eyes dropped to her lips again.

the moonlight shed across y/n’a features sent tingles through zuko’s stomach, his skin alive with want. he wanted her; her lips, her neck, her chest, and whatever laid further. she thought similarly, it seemed, a strange gleam in her eyes, a soft bite of her lip.

oh, she was driving him crazy.

fuck it, he thought, and he leaned in, lips meeting hers. the kiss was messy and rough, teeth clashing, lips colliding hedonistically. the feeling of her against him caused him to growl in hunger, hands stretching around her midriff. he pulled away, breathless.

“do you want me, my lord?” she whispered.

he groaned. “yes.”

“then take me.”

alarm shot through the man. “here? what if someone sees?!”

y/n reached for him this time, her lips against his, moving in unison. it was softer, messier if possible, their tongues melting against each other.

“you’re the fire lord. no one will question you.”

her words ignited something in him. he held her tighter, hands snaking lower and gripping the fat of her ass. this movement elicited a moan within the woman, sinfully sweet. the pair lowered themselves to the grass, zuko’s back against a tree with y/n between his legs, pressing soft kisses along his jaw.

his jaw, then his neck, then her hands were clambering at his robes, pulling them off roughly as if she was desperate to uncover what lay beneath them. her hands were cold against the warmth of his skin, caressing against his scars and callouses with practiced intent. her small hand finally stopped its exploration when it settled in his crotch.

“keep going.” he groaned, and she smiled almost cheekily. his head was swimming with the thought of her.

she gripped the base of his crotch, her grasp firm and eliciting a sharp gasp out of the man. she pumped the length of his cock a few times, her finger stroking the slit of his tip. then, suddenly, she lowered her head, poking out her tongue and licking a long stripe across the length of his tip. zuko shuddered, hands flying out as if to grip something and steady himself.

y/n sucked the tip of his cock with expert precision, flattening her tongue to lick across the ridges, sucking every last drop of pre cum out of his cock. she began bobbing her head, fucking his cock with her mouth over and over again.

the lewd sounds that resounded across the garden sent even more blood rushing to zuko’s cock. spit trickled down her chin, tears pricking at her eyes and threatening to spill. the sight alone made zuko groan once more, his hands gripping the grass beneath him. steam surfaced from his pores, his face red and flushed.

a knot of pleasure built up in his stomach, growing and growing before bursting suddenly. white flashed across zuko’s eyes, his legs trembling as his release washed over him, cum spurting from his cock and painting her throat with white. y/n slurped greedily, sucking every last drop before finally pulling off of him.

“my my, that was fast.” she teased, and zuko huffed, eyes heavy with pleasure.

“come here. i want to feel you.” he ordered, a finger beckoning her closer. the sight of her fucked out face was enough to get his cock hard once more.

y/n obliged, crawling onto his lap and gathering the ends of her nightgown in her hands. she straddled his bulge. she grinded herself against him a few times, wetness spreading between them.

“my my,” zuko mocked. “no panties, aren’t we slutty?”

y/n smirked, her hands snaking across his neck for stability. she grinded against him again, rolling her hips harder. zuko leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss to her lips.

y/n lifted herself up slightly, lining his cock with her entrance, before slowly, so annoyingly slowly, sinking herself down into him. zuko’s breath hitched, his heart racing. she was so tight, so good, almost too good. the feeling of her plush walls against him was enough to send him into a panic, the pleasure overwhelming. y/n bottomed out finally, rolling her hips once again, slower this time.

“fuck!“ he exclaimed, hands gripping her ass.

y/n gave him no time to adjust, she began fucking herself greedily against him. her pursuit was relentless, bouncing on top of him over and over again, pretty little moans spilling from her lips. even through the material of her nightdress, zuko could see her tits bouncing up and down, the feeling sending waves of pleasure through him.

he wasn’t going to last long, he knew that. it had been a while since he was intimate with anyone. he didn’t want to neglect her own pleasure. the thought seemed to kick him into drive. his large hands travelled higher, gripping her waist tightly and lifting her up a bit, before driving into her.

“fuck! it’s too much!” she cried, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“you can take it.” zuko groaned into her ear, pressing a kiss to her earlobe.

she was squeezing him so tightly, the obscene sounds turning him on even more. he couldn’t believe he ever rejected her, rejected this. this was heaven, if not better. between her legs was where he found solace, where he found salvation. he could fuck her forever.

“my lord-”

“that’s not my name.” he growled, desperate to hear it roll off of her tongue.

“zuko! ‘m gonna cum!” she cried, tears spilling from her eyes once again.

zuko’s forever was a longtime and y/n was a sensitive woman. her vision went white, her legs limp as her release crashed over her like waves against a rocky shore. her body tingled and her moans broken against his lips.

zuko was right behind her. his thrusts became sloppy, his grip tightened as he ploughed into her. then with one jerky thrust, his release spilling into her; painting her walls white. his breath hitched and a cracked groan broke from his lips.

they sat like that for a while, his cock still inside of her, their foreheads slick with sweat pressed against each other. zuko’s skin prickled with heat, his breath shaky. he kissed her again, chaste pecks against her lips.

the fire nation would have its heir, zuko was sure of it. and he may still not like the idea of concubines; but that just meant he’d have to wed y/n l/n to clear his conscience.

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a/n: pics r from pinterest! this isn’t proofread (when do i ever proofread…) but i was in flow state lol, would we want a pt2 of this?

[frostedpinkdoll]

need a royal heir— 18+

zuko wants to put a baby in his concubine.

"You're mine tonight," Zuko murmurs, his voice low and husky as he sheds the last of his outer layers, revealing the taut muscles of his chest, scarred from battles long past but honed by years of rule. His cock twitches visibly beneath the thin undergarment, already thickening at the sight of you—legs parted just enough to tease, your nipples pebbling against the fabric.

He climbs onto the bed with deliberate grace, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settles between your thighs, hands sliding up your calves to hook behind your knees and spread you wider. "All mine. And I'm going to fill you up until you give me what the nation needs... what I need."

You shiver under his touch, your body responding instinctively to the heat radiating from him, the way his fingers dig in just enough to promise possession. "Zuko," you breathe, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble there.

Your core aches already, a warm throb that builds as he leans down, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that's equal parts tender and demanding—tongue slipping in to taste you, slow and deep, like he's savoring the promise of what's to come.

He pulls back slightly, eyes darkening with desire as he tugs the shift up over your hips, exposing the soft mound of your pussy, already slick with anticipation. "Look at you," he says softly, one hand cupping your breast through the fabric, thumb circling the hardened peak until you arch into him.

"So ready for me. My perfect girl, made to carry my heir. I've been thinking about this all day—council meetings dragging on, but all I could picture was your belly swelling with our child, your tits full and heavy because of me."

His words are sweet, laced with that raw affection he reserves only for you, his free hand trailing down to part your folds with two fingers, dipping into the wetness there and drawing a gasp from your lips.

"Yes," you whisper, hips lifting to chase his touch as he strokes your clit in lazy circles, the pressure light but insistent, building that delicious tension in your core.

"I want it, Zuko. Want you to breed me, put your baby in me. Make me yours forever." The words spill out, fueled by the heat in his gaze, the way he watches every twitch of your body like it's a map he's memorizing.

Zuko groans, low and throaty, leaning down to capture your mouth again while his fingers slide deeper, curling inside your tight heat to stroke that sensitive spot that makes your walls flutter around him. "That's right, my love," he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and ragged.

"Gonna fuck you so deep, fill this sweet pussy with my seed until it takes. No pulling out—not tonight. You're going to take every drop, let it soak into you, make a life from us." He adds a third finger, stretching you slowly, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the air as he pumps them in and out, thumb still working your clit to keep you on the edge.

Your hands roam his back, nails scraping lightly over the scars that tell stories of his fire, pulling him closer until his cock presses against your thigh—hard, hot, and leaking pre-cum that smears across your skin. "Please," you beg softly, nipping at his earlobe. "I need you inside me. Want to feel you stretching me, claiming me."

He withdraws his fingers with a slick pop, bringing them to your mouth so you can taste yourself—salty and sweet—before he shifts, positioning the broad head of his cock at your entrance. "Open for me," he coaxes, voice gentle but commanding, one hand guiding your thigh higher as he pushes in slowly, inch by inch.

The stretch is exquisite, your pussy yielding to his thickness, walls hugging him tight as he bottoms out with a shared moan. "Fuck, you're so wet... so perfect. This cunt was made for me, made to milk my cock and hold my cum."

You wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to urge him deeper, deeper still, until his hips flush against yours.

"Zuko—yes, just like that. Fuck me full. I want to feel you pulsing inside, giving me everything." Your voice is breathy, laced with need, and he starts to move—slow, deep thrusts that drag along your inner walls, each one sending sparks of pleasure through you.

His forehead rests against yours, sweat beading on his brow as he sets a rhythm, hips rolling to grind against your clit with every plunge. "Gonna breed you, sweetheart," he whispers, lips brushing your temple, his hand sliding between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts.

"Pump you so full of my cum that it sticks. Imagine it—your body changing for me, growing our heir. I'll take such good care of you, fuck you every night until you're round and glowing." The dirty talk is sweet, possessive, wrapping around you like his arms as he picks up speed, the bed creaking under the force of his movements.

You cry out, back arching as he hits that spot deep inside, over and over, the coil in your belly tightening. "Harder—please, Zuko. Make it take. I need your baby." Your pussy clenches around him, pulling him in, and he obliges, thrusting with more power, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the chamber.

"That's my girl," he praises, capturing a nipple between his teeth through the shift, sucking hard enough to make you whimper. He yanks the fabric down fully now, exposing your breasts to the cool air, and lavishes attention on them—tongue swirling, teeth grazing—as his cock pistons into you relentlessly.

"These are going to be so full when you're pregnant. Milk for our child, but I'll taste you first, suck you dry while I fuck you from behind." His free hand kneads the soft flesh, pinching and rolling until you're trembling beneath him.

The pleasure builds to a fever pitch, your nails raking down his back as you teeter on the brink. "I'm close—Zuko, don't stop. Cum inside me, please. Breed your concubine." Your words dissolve into a moan as he angles his hips, driving deeper, his cock swelling with the promise of release.

"Cum for me first," he demands softly, fingers pressing harder on your clit, circling fast. "Milk my cock—show me how much you want my seed." You shatter around him, pussy spasming in waves that grip him like a vice, juices soaking his balls as you scream his name.

The sensation pulls him under; with a guttural groan, Zuko buries himself to the hilt, cock throbbing as hot ropes of cum flood your womb—pulse after pulse, thick and copious, filling you until you feel the warmth spreading deep.

He doesn't move, staying seated inside you, his hand splaying over your lower belly as if to hold it in. "Stay like this," he murmurs, kissing your neck tenderly, nipping the skin. "Let it settle. My cum's going right where it belongs—deep in your fertile pussy."

You clench around him experimentally, drawing a hiss from his lips, and he rocks gently, stirring his release inside you. "Good girl. Keep it all in. We're not done yet—I need to make sure."

Even as he softens slightly, he rolls you both so you're on top, his cock still plugging you as he guides your hips in slow circles. "Ride me slow, love," he says, hands on your ass, spreading you as you grind down.

The motion churns his cum within you, the slickness making obscene sounds, and you lean forward to kiss him, tasting the salt on his lips. "Feel that? My seed coating your walls. Gonna fuck another load into you, make it stick."

You obey, lifting and sinking onto him, the stretch renewed as he hardens fully again inside your cum-slicked heat. "Yes—more, Zuko. I want to be so full, dripping with you." Your breasts bounce with each movement, and he sits up to take one in his mouth, sucking greedily while his hips buck up to meet yours.

"Fuck, you're beautiful like this," he breathes, one hand tangling in your hair to pull you into a messy kiss, tongues tangling as you ride him faster. "My favorite—my only. Carrying my child will make you even more so. I'll worship this body every day." His other hand slips between you, fingers finding your clit once more, rubbing in firm strokes that have you keening.

The second build is slower, more intense, your bodies slick with sweat as you chase the high together. "Zuko—I'm yours. Breed me, please," you gasp, clenching around him deliberately, and he growls, flipping you onto your back without pulling out, pinning your wrists above your head.

"Mine," he affirms, thrusting deep and hard now, the bedframe rattling. "Take it—take my cum again. For our future." His pace turns frantic, cock dragging through the mess of his previous load, and you wrap your legs around him, urging him on.

You cum first, harder this time, vision blurring as your pussy convulses, pulling him deeper. Zuko follows with a shout, spilling into you anew—more cum flooding your already stuffed channel, the excess seeping out around his base despite his efforts to grind it back in.

He collapses over you, panting, but doesn't withdraw, instead reaching down to push the leaking seed back inside with his fingers alongside his softening cock.

"Shh, hold still," he soothes, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. "Let it all soak in. You're going to be the mother of my heir, my love. And I'll keep filling you until it's done."

His fingers pump gently, working the combined loads deeper, the overstimulation making you whimper and twitch.

You nod, spent but sated, your hand covering his on your belly. "I love you, Zuko. I'll give you everything."

He smiles, rare and genuine, pulling you into his arms as he finally slips free, only to replace his cock with his fingers, keeping you plugged. "And I love you. Rest now—we'll go again at dawn. Until you're carrying my child inside you."

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[local-degen]

I need a threesome fic with them ngl—

[averageotakuhotgirl]