Merman x fem!reader— teasing, wild sex, creampie, aftercare, and a little teasing of cumplay
You could count on one hand the number of times your Merman Boss has let you see his Merman form. Far too busy running a highly successful company, the man doesn't often have time for a dip in the water to let his true self out to shine.
In fact, it was your job as his bodyguard to make sure he didn't come into contact with any source of water. Even the slightest drop ends up triggering his tail and he's left stuck like that for hours. And while your boss has gone through countless bodyguards to fulfill this task, you've been by far the best.
And you've lasted the longest too. You often hear his workers whispering to each other, secretly teasing him about how he must be in love with you to keep you around so long. While you didn't want to believe it, you couldn't ignore the way your heart flutters whenever it greets your ears.
But after today you're sure any feelings he has toward you are long gone. You half expect him to fire you on spot.
Today had been an important day for him as he had a lunch scheduled with an important client. All was going well until the waiter tripped, sending an entire pitcher of water to crash over him. You had been too slow, hadn't noticed the waiter fumbling nor the trajectory of the pitcher.
For a moment the world went still until your Merman Boss looked up at you with wide horrified eyes. While you were sure the horror was aimed at you, your boss was too busy wondering where he was possibly going to go. Luckily it just so happened that your place was nearby.
Now here you are, sitting on your toilet as your Boss' ginormous frame squishes into your tiny bathtub, his tail even falling off the edge and onto your floor. An adorable little pout marks his lips as he flicks at the water like he's this close to personally trying to fight it.
A part of you fears he's not only angry at the water but at you as well. Sure, you haven't been perfect at your job. You've made small mess ups here and there. But nothing like this.
"You seem upset."
Your Boss snaps his head over toward you, his pout growing impossibly bigger. If you didn't already know the question was ridiculous, his following scoff and the look on his face was plenty enough for you to get the message.
"Of course I'm upset. I just had a very important meeting fall through because a clumsy waiter forgot what even a merperson can do. Walk. And most don't even have legs."
His response stops you in your tracks, jaw dropping a little. He wasn't blaming you at all. The more you look at him the more you realize he isn't mad at you about it at all. Relief blooms in your chest, making you sit a little taller. You internally thank your boss, he should feel some of this relief too.
Without responding to his sarcastic reply you look around the bathroom in search of something that will help uplift the mood for him. As your eyes catch onto a bin in the corner your eyes light up.
Your boss is jolted from his thoughts as you suddenly dump a whole bin full of rubber duckies into the tub. All in attempts of making this feel more like a fun bath and less like a trap. But by the flat look on his face your boss is less than amused. Which you probably should've been expecting.
"Really? Rubber ducks?"
His voice shows his clear disdain for the toy but he hesitantly reaches out a hand and begins pushing it around. Almost... playing with it. Although he'd never admit that to you.
"Well, what else is there to do besides wait it out? There's not any other way to turn you back sooner?"
Your question settles between you two before something sparks in the depths of Merman Boss' eyes. His finger stills on the yellow duck toy but it drifts away in the water and it's impossible to know where it'll end up next. Something unsettling churns in your belly and you get the feeling you're not about to like this.
"Ok, so there may be something... But I can't say it out loud. Come in closer."
A lick of suspicion curls around you and your eyes narrow, appraising your boss. Though with one impatient look from him you know you won't be putting up an argument with him about it. He always ends up getting his way anyway so why not skip the foreplay?
"W-what is it? What can't you say out loud?"
The toilet rattles beneath you as you shift closer. It's the only real sound in the quiet bathroom aside from the swishing of water. Your breath hitches once you reach a certain closeness to your Merman Boss. This being officially the closest you've ever dared to be with him.
"Closer—“
"I'll do anything just tell me what you need," you interrupt, both not wanting to lose your job and giving any excuse you can to be near your boss.
Suddenly his hands are splashing out of the water and gripping onto your soft round hips. A shriek tears through you as one minute you're dry and the next you're soaking wet. And not in the good way either. You smack against a hard chest, your legs straddling the thick width of a tail, and it takes you a second to fully realize that your boss had just pulled you in.
Before you can lift your head to yell at him, his fingers pinch your chin and force you to meet his gaze. What you see in his eyes immediately silences you. The hunger burning in them leaves you gasping, sparking arousal deep in your core.
He leans in, stopping just short of your lips as they brush against each other. Your breath mingling and making you squirm on his slick tail. While you watch him stare down at your lips, waves of arousal continue to build within you.
"A human's kiss can turn me back much faster than simply waiting," he whispers softly like he doesn't want to break the tension between you.
Your body tingles with need as every fantasy you've ever dared to have about your boss dares to come to life. Every inch of you is overcome with impatience as you wriggle on his lap some more, gasping when something hard pops out from a slit on his tail.
"So why don't you kiss me?"
If possible, your Boss' eyes grow darker, the hunger inside them roaring to life as if trying to consume even him. His hold on your chin tightens like he's the one who needs to keep you still while he's shaking from his own restraint.
"Because once I start I won't be able to stop at just a kiss."
You go to ask what he means he bucks up his hips, intently brushing his rock hard cock along your clothed slit. And you immediately moan, totally unprofessional by the way, eyelashes fluttering briefly till you manage to look at your boss again.
You consider his words and what they could mean for you after this. But you want this, you've always wanted this since you first started working for the mysterious man. And it seems like he wants you just so much. So there's no need to fight it.
"Then don't stop," you reply.
Merman Boss surges forward before the words finish falling from your lips, his mouth clashing against yours. Mirroring moans vibrate between you like you're the sweetest damn thing he's ever tasted.
He presses into you as if trying to devour you, kissing you hard. Tongues fight for dominance and teeth knock together in your sheer desperation to make up for all the time you spent together not doing this.
His hand moves from your chin, caressing the skin of your cheek, and threading itself inside your hair. Ensuring you're real and that this is actually happening. Using his hold on you he molds your plump frame against his and starts rocking your core against his hard length.
"Get these off," he pants heavily, only breaking away from the kiss long enough to say that and then he's right back on you.
With a shocking amount of skill, the two of you manage to peel off your wet clothes in record time.
Both of you release strong powerful moans as your dripping cunt first makes contact with his thick girth. Every nerve in your body pulses as he takes hold of his cock and drags it through your folds, coating his length with your essence.
"You have no idea how long l've wanted this. Wanted you,” he breathes, his eyes shining with a longing that reflects your own.
"I have some idea."
Then you both moan as you sink down on his long pulsing cock, your hips buckling down on his length, taking him in hard and fast. Something ignites in your boss’ eyes and you shiver as his hands curl over your plush waist to help guide your movements.
But he has no idea how long you’ve been needing this, and it’s clear by the way his eyes widen as you start to ride him like your life depended on it. Your fingers dig into the scales on his shoulders to ground you and he hisses, his cock twitching and sliding against that special spot inside you.
With a fierce cry you start riding him even harder, every hard wet slap of your bodies meeting is aimed right for that spot, making you see stars. The water sloshes around in the tub like it’s in the midst of a raging storm when in reality it’s just you and your boss fucking each other’s brains out.
“Look at you, so perfect f’me. More than I ever realized,” your boss purrs, sounding as if he’s found the oceans most greatest treasure.
You moan loudly, your head rolling back as waves of pleasure rock through your body with every hard pump of his cock, his words only turning you on even more. Your body begins to buzz, on the precipice of something huge.
It only takes a few more pointed thrusts before you’re coming all over his cock with a ragged gasp, your body tensing before you sag against him, letting him take what he needs. And feeling your slick gummy walls clamping so deliciously on his length drives him nearly feral, his fangs flashing and his claws digging into your skin.
He moves your pussy up and down his cock, spurred on by every whine and whimper that falls from your mouth. Piercing growls slip from his own as your cunt drives him absolutely insane, he’s never felt anything better.
And he proves just that as he drives in as far as his cock can go and releases buckets of cum right into your depths, having never cum so hard in his life.
You both fall back to rest against the back of the tub, the only sound in the room being your harsh panting breaths. His hands smooth the tremors from your body, brushing up along your spine and holding you close. It’s nice and peaceful. Or is it the calm before the storm?
Because the longer he does it the action goes from soothing to arousing. And you know he can feel it too, just how much it’s affecting you. Your pulsing walls already trying to milk more from his spent shaft. And sea gods help him but it’s working.
“You know… it’ll still be some time before my tail fades. Why not make the most of it?” Your boss asks, hands sliding down to grab handfuls of your fat ass, and flexing his stomach as he rolls his hardening cock into your cum-filled cunt.
You find out the hard way that smiling at the mermen in the aquarium where you work isn't the best idea, though you tend to forget and smile regardless.
For the dominant mermen, it's seen as a challenge. Prepare to be mounted by what feels like the heaviest fish in existence. Sometimes they try to fuck you–thank god your wetsuit offers full coverage because you're always getting covered in merman cum–but most of the time they just lie on top of you until they feel you've been sufficiently pancaked.
The submissive mermen might be worse. They get so excited, swimming up to you and flipping over to present themselves, eager to feel your touch, demanding kisses, and whining and complaining when they don't get it.
tbh think if ur gonna give the like button a trans flag animation you should like stop banning trans women en masse, among other things. like as a requirement.
your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend was seated on your couch, his hair messy with his arm slung on the backrest, his entire body relaxed while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone. it was unfair how sukuna’s biceps always lured you in like a siren’s call, big, beefy and inked so prettily it made you wanna take a bite out of him. and he wasn’t even trying to flex his arms.
you always ignored that irrational part of your brain that told you to sink your teeth into his flesh, but your legs moved of their own accord and before you knew it—
chomp.
your teeth dug into his meaty bicep, while you started at the absolute horror on his face as he let out a sharp yelp.
“woman get off of me.”
“noh my mouf is full.” is all you mutter, your cheeks puffed out before you bite down on his arm again.
he tries to wriggle his arm free, while you slowly pull away from his arm, a string of saliva connecting you to the circular bite mark that now sat perfectly on his bicep.
his face was tinged the brightest shade of red, the flush creeping up his neck while you giggled at his reaction.
“aw kuna don’t tell me you were into that.”
and right as you eyes scanned his body you could see the boner straining his pants, his cock hardening at the mere action of you chomping down on his arm like a cat.
“OHMYFUCKING GOD YOU ACTUALLY ARE!!” you squealed before hopping onto his lap almost immediately while he groaned, tilting his head backwards while you grinned at him.
“my teeth have prayed for times like this, kuna.”
“that sounds like a threat.” he says, almost pained while you bite down on one of his cheeks, your teeth leaving tiny imprints while you moved down his neck to his shoulders, gently nibbling on the skin as you continued.
“it’s not a threat if i can feel your dick pressing up against me, kuna.”
“i—“
“your secret’s safe with me, baby.” you whispered into his ears, right before you bit him once again, his entire body flushed while he let out the softest whimper against you.
“you’re gonna kill me, woman.”
“mhmmm doesn’t matter ‘m too busy eating you up.”
last one and im DONE this is also an old ass reupload. @yoonsucks @yorikae
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.
ask and ye shall receive:
When I write in Japanese I usually also throw it in google translate to double check that I'm not using the wrong kanji by mistake, and two years ago it gave me very dry and literal translations.
I was doing it today and noticed it had a pretty strong voice added to the output
For reference, to give a dry translation I would put:
Lately I'm into in Hanafuda. Nobody seems to know anything about it here, so they probably wouldn't understand my brilliant jokes. I guess you guys will never be able to understand "Mister November and the Scary Cave".
I have a fluent friend who is able to check my work for me and give me tips on hitting the correct tone (I was going for a comically casual feeling), so I'm confident that I'm expressing the feeling I'm intending. While Google is also hitting the same emotion, I really don't like knowing that it's assigning tone in the first place.
To check if it was editorializing based on informal grammatical choices, I formal'd up the writing to be more polite and remove any non-standard vocabulary.
I'm just like... what is anyone who is translating what I'm thinking into their own language going to think when a translation app decides that it knows my intended tone? When online communication is already so complicated and nuanced? I'm a non-native so I'm spending ages agonizing over 117 characters, but when I'm chatting in English I'm not being so deliberate. How likely is it that tools that 'naturalize' are going to make choices that don't reflect reality and lead to insulting misunderstandings?
I spoke with an English learner just yesterday who thought they were being bullied (they were not, the commenter in question was just excitedly infodumping about sociology) because something was lost in translation, and I wonder if it's because of tools making choices like this.
I'm just a luddite I don't trust stuff like this. stinks of ai asking me if it can rerwrite my email in a more quirky style.
18+ (mdni), fem reader, threesome, reader has hair, profanity.
"F-Fuck! Tight fuckin' mouth!"
Sokka groaned, hand wrapped around your hair, pulling it. His eyes rolling back in his head.
You whimper around Sokka's cock, eyes glistening.
Zuko continued his brutal pace in you, his cock filling you up in every spot that you swear you could see stars in your vision.
"She feels so good...shit..."
You feel Sokka pressing your head down to take more of him, you try looking up at him and see him smirking down at you, sweat covered his toned body.
"You like that, huh, pretty girl?"
You nod, tears streaming down your face. Sokka couldn't help but chuckle, thinking how adorable you looked right now, fucked to oblivion.
Zuko groaned, feeling a little neglected.
His finger came into contact with your clit, rubbing it "Haaaah! Z-Zukooo...!" You arched your back, lips leaving Sokka's cock to which he whined.
You screamed in pleasure, feeling Zuko's balls slapping against your overstimulated cunt, you felt another orgasm creeping up on you "Now, now, Zuko, you gotta share man"
Zuko pulled out of you, earning a whine and cry from you.
Though, it didn't last long as Sokka placed your back down on the bed, pushing your legs apart.
"Open up for me, pretty girl"
You whimpered when his cock entered you, filling you up "S-Sokka...! O-Oh God!" Your eyes widened in shock, seeing Zuko in front of your face.
He pries your mouth open with his fingers "Suck".
You pressed your tongue around his much bigger fingers, slowly sucking them.
"Yeah? Feels good, huh?" You heard Sokka laugh at you. All you could do was whine, taking his mean thursts. "Look, she's enjoying it Zuko, fuckkkk..."
Zuko grabbed his cock, placing it inches from your face before pulling you to it. He guided your head to a rhythm, bobbing it up and down.
"Ahh...S-Shit...!" You gag when his cock hit the back of your throat.
"You'll take all of us, understood?"
Zuko couldn't help but get excited when you nodded, tears in the corner of your eyes, clearly fucked out.
You moaned, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as Sokka's cock was rubbing all the sweet spots inside you.
His balls slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves that you almost blacked out until you felt Zuko's big hands grip your cheeks.
"Stay awake"
"C'mon now, pretty girl, the fun's barely started, haahhhh fuck!"
This was going to be one very looooooonggggg night.
note: both zuko and sokka were literally my childhood crushes, so to see those edits of the new movie, omggggg I'm gonna combustttt, not to mention aang?? HELLOOO??
“Zuko—fuck—” you gasp, grabbing the headboard for balance as his tongue immediately drags a thick, wet stripe through your folds. He’s so fucking pussy drunk, eyes fluttering shut as his nose presses right against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out in messy strokes.
You look down between your legs and the sight nearly ruins you—Zuko’s face shiny with your slick, cheeks flushed dark, hair a complete wreck from how hard you’re gripping it. His golden eyes crack open just enough to lock onto yours and he moans louder when he catches you staring.
“Ride my face,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in, tongue flattening to lap broad strokes through your folds. “C’mon, princess—use me. Ride me.”
Your hips start rolling on their own, grinding down against his tongue as he sucks and licks. “Zuko—right there—fuck—” You whine as you start riding him harder, smothering him with your soaked pussy.
His hands slide up to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down even tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles right against your clit, the words vibrating through you. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, flicking his tongue fast and sloppy while you rock against his face. “Taste so fucking good… keep going, just like that.”
You’re practically bouncing on his tongue now, hips rolling in sloppy circles while he laps at you. You’re riding his face with zero shame now, “Zuko—I’m—fuck, I’m close—” you whimper, one hand fisting tighter in his hair while the other braces against the headboard.
Your juices are everywhere, coating his cheeks, his tongue, while his hands spread your ass wider, one thick finger teasing your tight little hole. Your thighs clamp around his head as you grind down one last time, gushing all over his tongue and chin.
“Fuck, princess,” he rasps when you finally slump forward, giving your slit one last soft kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand but it doesn’t do much. “C’mere I wanna watch you ride my cock.”
You stare down at him, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. Your fingers are still tangled in his messy hair before lowering yourself onto his hard thick girth and begin to bounce.
There was one thing you did want to know though…and that was, “So Zuko, where’d you learn how to eat pussy like that?”
Yeah, there was no way he was gonna be able to talk himself outta this one.
You’re on round four—no, five?—and you’ve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says it’s been almost three hours since you’d argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, “Let’s see how long you can keep up with me, princess.”
Turns out? Not as long as him.
Zuko’s still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweat’s dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.
His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. “Fuuuck, Z-Zuko—hnngh—slow down—ahh!” You’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.
Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like it’s trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everything’s so wet—your slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.
He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. “Aww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussy’s so wet.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. “Look at you… all fucked out and still taking me so well. That’s my girl.”
You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. “I can’t—nghh—I’m gonna—again—!”
“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?” He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. “Fuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
He keeps going—switching positions whenever you think you’re about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like it’s nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and Zuko’s finally starting to sound a little worn himself.
His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. “See? Told—you—we’d—have—fun.” as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. “How about round six after a quick nap?”
You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. “Zuko, no.”
“C’mon princess? What’s one more?”
a/n: sorry for acting insane about my dadaman i stayed up late to write this omf m gonna b so dead for work tmrw but its ok cus whew I been WAITIN FOR THIS ONE like ZUKO ZADDYYY omfg I love u so much CUS WE FUCKIN FOR HOURSSS
esteemed prince zuko has a thing for cramming his cock inside you to the absolute hilt, so much so that his balls are squished against your ass and there's absolutely no more room for him to fit inside you even if he could, then rubs the swollen, heavy head of his cock against your womb, watching as each time he ruts his hips forward, a little indent forms in your tummy.
sometimes, he won't even thrust anymore, just keeps his cock inside you so you're forced to feel each of the dull throbs his cock gives and the veins lining his cock squished against your tender walls, while rolling his hips so your poor womb and his big tip kiss, as he likes to call it.
his favorite part is how your walls cling to him as he does it, how your pussy sucks him in and is firmly adamant in keeping him in place, especially when he just thrusts as is, no pulling back, just bucking his hips to force his cock deeper, deeper, deeper. even though there's no more space.
and when he does pull back a little, agonizingly slow and only halfway, he watches as your folds cling onto him, muscles wrapped tightly around his cock and tugging him back for more when he tries to move. he can't bear to move any more than halfway before he's thrustinng back in even slower than when he was pulling out, letting you feel every single inch stretching you out before he repeats that motion again and again until both of you cum. and afterwards, too. he won't stop until your poor pussy is overflowing with his load and leaking rivulets onto his sheets.
cw: explicit, creampie, whining to Zuko that youre tired of riding him.
You’re already panting, thighs burning as you bounce on his cock, it feels so good but you’re getting fkn tired. “Zuko fuck, I’m doing all the work again,” you huff, hips slowing just enough to make a point. Your hands press against his broad chest, nails digging in like that’ll make him move. “Can’t you—ngh—help a little?”
His gold eyes narrow at you as his big hands stay planted on your waist, but they don’t guide you. They just hold you there, thick cock buried deep, “That so?” He thrusts upward once. “Whining already, princess? Thought you wanted to ride me.”
You roll your hips once more, trying to prove something, but it comes out pathetic. His cock twitches inside you, fat and heavy, veins pulsing against your walls. God, it’s so good. Too good. But your legs are shaking and you’re tired and—
“Zuko, please—”
Big mistake.
In one smooth motion he flips you. Your back hits the mattress hard. Zuko looms over you as one massive hand pinning both your wrists above your head. “Princess,” he growls, free hand gripping your thigh and shoving it up toward your chest. The new angle forces his cock even deeper, the thick head bullying. “You wanna complain about doing all the work? Fine. I’ll do it.”
Zuko pulls back just enough for the fat head of his cock to catch at your pussy and then thrusts back in hard. “F-fuck—Zuko—!”
“Yeah?” He pulls back only to drive in again, hips snapping. Every thrust rocks your whole body, tits bouncing, “This what you wanted? Me doing all the fuckin’ work?”
You nod frantically, “Zuko—ahh—too much—slow down—!”
“Slow down?” He scoffs, hooking your leg over his shoulder driving in harder, “You were whining about doing nothing n’ now it’s too much? Tch.”
Sweat slicks your skin, your thighs trembling where he’s got you pinned. “Zuko—Zu—fuck, I’m—!” You whimper louder about to orgasm as the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs against your swollen clit.
“C’mon then,” he growls, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Cum on my cock like the spoiled little slut you are. Make it loud for me, princess.”
Tears slip down your cheeks, mouth hanging open in a constant stream of loud, whimpering moans that get louder with every brutal thrust.
You’re a mess but Zuko just looks so fucking happy, that smug smirk never leaving his face. “Still wanna whine about doing all the work?” he asks, thumb brushing your bottom lip.
You shake your head weakly, utterly spent, a satisfied little whimper slipping out instead. You were a lucky girl, indeed.
a/n: ok fuck sorry I folded and I love u guys and and wrote this after work fuck bc I ACTUALLY NEED HIM TO BEND ME OVER RIGHT NOW plz plz plz Zuko I need u more than toji plz actually both of u plz at the same damn time
summary: zuko's straight-forwardness in appreciating the attractive qualities of the lone stranger saved by aang has you curious on whether you could get him to spill on what he thinks of you. (no major movie spoilers)
"He's very attractive." Zuko admits, eyes unblinking as he stares at the unconscious stranger.
The entire team whips their heads to stare at Zuko in unconcealed shock.
"What?" Zuko mutters, gaze lingering on the surprised expressions casted onto him, before eventually landing on yours. "He is. It's all in the bone structure."
You blink, unable to process his straight-forward words that landed on you like a gut punch. You've never considered it, the fact that Zuko also found others attractive.
It seems like a completely, silly notion now that the thought has verbalised itself in your mind. Of course Zuko would notice if others were considered attractive. Maybe it just never occurred to you in all your years of knowing him—of also finding him—
You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look away from his prying gaze, confusion alight in his eyes from your taken-aback expression.
If he's unconsciously considered the attractiveness of this stranger... has he ever—no, this should not be your priority. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, it's not like it would change a thing. He's practically admitted it non-verbally through that monotonous admission of his, that a person's looks is assessed by him in a completely, impersonal standpoint.
Bone structure? You shouldn't be curious. Knowing Zuko, he might accidentally insult your structure if you asked.
The curiosity does not disappear. In fact, it digs deeper and deeper into the crevices of your mind—subconsciously affecting your attitude around Zuko.
It doesn't help that it's painfully obvious that he's noticed your strange behaviour ever since his comment. Once, when his hand had come up to your shoulder to alert you that everyone was boarding the ship—and your entire body jumped in response. Again, when you completely blanked out when he asked if you would like some firecracker buns.
It's not like you wanted to hyper-focus on his observation on purpose. It's just that after years of knowing him and pushing down that sub-concious attraction—of not allowing yourself to even see him as anything more than the Zuko you know, the rebound impact of all your resurfacing emotions combined with his lingering presence is far too much.
Zuko isn't the type to beat around the bush either, one of the rare habits his uncle hasn't passed onto him. In a moment of needed reprieve, your attempt at regaining your composure fails spectacularly when you find yourself in a stand-still, cornered in the back of the ship—one firecracker bun in his hand as an offering.
"Have I said something to make you uncomfortable?"
Zuko's gaze is akin to a puppy's, wide-eyed and brows furrowed. Afraid that he's done something wrong, overlooked the choice of his words once again and destroyed the atmosphere without realising.
Straight to the point as ever, you'd appreciate it more if he had given you a few more minutes to come up with a reasonable excuse. Something more plausible than 'Do you find me attractive?', a lingering question that should've remained buried in the soil that you departed from nearly an hour ago.
"Not exactly." Taking the firecracker bun from his hand, the crumbs coat your fingers. You needed something to muffle your words, anything to distract you. It's easier to focus on the lingering spice that melts into your tongue, rather than his unblinking stare.
"So—I did say something." His mouth parts, a slight tilt downward in the corner of his lip. "Or I've made you uncomfortable."
There was no winning with him. Swallowing your last bite, you brush the crumbs against your sleeve, the slouch of your posture a key sign of surrender, your invisible white flag waving at the sight of his increasingly dubious expression.
"The first one." You admit with a sigh. "Earlier—"
He leans in subtly, a habit he does when he's listening attentively, and the luscious wave of his bangs brushes against your knuckles. His amber eyes pierce through you, and the words practically die off your tongue.
Why is he looking at you like that?
It isn't fair that he has such an effect on you. You still remember the old days, when he had a worser temper instead of the softened expression that lingers warmly on you. Plus, that horrible haircut, a singular ponytail with the rest of his hair shaved off forever engrained in your mind. Even recalling the image doesn't help calm your thundering heartbeat when the Zuko in front of you is so—overwhelming.
"You were saying?" He prods gently.
You swallow, averting your gaze. "When you mentioned... about attractiveness. Was that like—a spur of the moment kind of thing, or do you have a first impression for everyone you meet?"
His brows furrow for a moment, before recognition lights his golden gaze. "Ah—that."
"Right, that." You feel the seat warming beneath you in your embarrassment, a hallucination of senses in your sudden need to escape his assessing gaze. He barely even remembers his comment, and here you are, still obsessively prying over it.
"I was only answering Toph's question." He states. "No one was stating the obvious."
"The obvious." You muse. "Do you assess the attractiveness of everyone you meet?"
"I suppose it depends." He mutters, hand rubbing over his chin in consideration. "If it was during a battle, I wouldn't be prioritising on considering the opponent's appearance. As compared to someone knocked out on the ground, it gives me plenty of time."
You barely resist a snort. Only he could treat a topic like a person's attractiveness like one of his battle strategies. "I suppose you didn't have time during our first meeting then."
As soon as the words leave your mouth, both you and Zuko freeze. Your lips clamp shut, an immediate wince shuddering through your frame. Cat's out of the bag, you suppose.
"Never mind." You wave it off, your own laugh echoing much too loudly through your ears. "It wasn't like I was wondering—well, maybe I was. You just sprung it out of nowhere earlier, and I got... curious. You don't have to answer—"
"I did." He cuts you off unceremoniously.
You blink, his vague words echoing in the thin distance between the two of you. "What?"
He swallows, and for once, he's the one flustered in this conversation. "I did notice, during our first meeting."
No way. Your first meeting with Zuko was anything but pretty. You remember being covered in sweat, grime, and ashes coating your clothes as he shot flames at you from his palms. The twisted grimace on his face when you had him writhing under your grip, as he loudly declared his revenge on you, rupturing your eardrums with all his yelling.
"You mean—" You barely resist a grin stretching on your lips. "—when I pinned you down on your airship, and you were spitting death threats into my ear."
"Yes, that." His long locks cover his ears now, but you can bet the rims are reddened from the reminder. "You were formidable."
Formidable. No, that wasn't enough. His sudden focus on the floorboards of his ship made it obvious that he was simplifying his observation.
"I was gaining the winning hand." You state out-right, disbelief coating your tone. "And you had time to notice?"
A restrained sigh escapes Zuko's gritted teeth, already regretting his slip of tongue.
"What of the angle? Does the Fire Lord recall my bone structure during our first battle too, when I pinned you to the floor?" You tease.
He scoffs in a light-hearted manner, shoulder lightly bumping into yours. "It was the first time anyone had pinned me down. I wasn't exactly given another view to look at."
"Was the view bad then?" You prod.
"Not at all." He answers absentmindedly—quickly without hesitation.
Your lips part, speechless. Zuko immediately separates his shoulder from yours, a bashful expression overtaking his features.
"Objectively." He states hurriedly, waving his arms. "I was expecting to find the Avatar at the time, not... you."
The way he says it, the almost breathless note that leaves his lips. You devour it hungrily, now being the one to lean in, prying.
"And how did you find me, Zuko?" You ask earnestly.
He huffs in defeat. His softened gaze finally meets yours again, his eyes roaming over your features, ones that he's familiarised with for years, and yet... it still takes the breath out of him. "...You were the most beautiful person I've ever sparred with."
Oh... wow. You didn't expect that.
"You were threatening to kill me." You recall in disbelief.
"I was multi-tasking." He mutters, ashamed.
Your intended snort escalates into a cackle, unable to contain yourself. "I would have never guessed that from the way you glared at me. So full of shame—and destroyed pride."
"What about you?" He asks in a hurry, though his tone drops towards the end in hesitation—hinting his regret in the wrong change in topic. He grimaces, gaze dropping to his tightened fists over his lap. "...Did you find my scar hideous?"
Surprise colours your features.
Immediately shaking your head, you're at a loss for words on how to convey just how off-course he was on his guess. How could you ever find Zuko hideous? Your heart barely survived your visits to the Fire Nation, not when their own Fire Lord always insisted on attending to your presence personally, even when it arose suspicion of your shared bond with him, to have him so easily distracted when you arrived on his lands.
Even now, he's overwhelming your vision. Healthy muscles that are barely hidden under his clothes, or the hair he's refused to cut ever since his youth that now flows lusciously down his broad back. His amber eyes that glint golden when the sun reflects his irises, and even the conjured image of the way his arms move when he's fire-bending.
He's— "Beautiful."
By the time you realise your second slip of the tongue, Zuko has already blinked once, caught off-guard.
You purse your lips, finding this conversation to be as riveting as it is a weaponised self-attack. "Objectively speaking. You're attractive, Zuko."
"Objectively." He repeats slowly, amused that you're using his own deflecting choice of words.
"Fine, like really attractive." You deadpan. "It's annoying, because I'm supposed to be focused on the mission, and you're just... standing there."
It was the truth. You couldn't be the only one who noticed it. His subtle change in demeanour over the years, how he carried himself into a room now instead of randomly announcing his arrival at the worst timings. Even Sokka noticed.
He snorts, and the sound deflates the tension in your chest. "Funny, I should be saying that about you."
You gasp, expression aghast. "You're joking."
"It is not honourable to lie." He shrugs. "You've always been the most magnetic in my eyes. I can never find myself looking away from you."
You grow quiet, the genuine sincerity in his words leaving you defenseless. Have you been blind all along? Is that why he always sent letters—asking you to visit his nation for purposes other than meetings? Or why he sought for your company constantly during this entire trip, despite it being the first time the entire set of Team Avatar being together in months?
You had been too focused on what was comfortable and familiar, to teasing and prodding, that you never considered this.
"For the record." You whisper, leaning in to truly look at him. "I never found your scar hideous. You were always beautiful to me, Zuko."
He swallows, something intense flickering in his gaze—but too fleeting for you to catch onto it. Maybe it had always been there, when his eyes linger on your form when he accompanied you in his palace gardens, or even back then, when he was a banished prince who sought for you, even with a grimace on his face.
"That haircut when we first met, though?" Your smile breaks out into a toothy grin. "Absolutely hideous."
The softness in his gaze falters, before a groan rumbles past his throat. "Will you ever let that one go?"
"Never."
He lets out a low breath, drained of his energy. "I admitted to finding you attractive, and this is my repayment?"
"Who's finding who attractive?"
Sokka's voice strikes a jump in your shoulders, and Zuko's in an impressive halt, frozen completely after being caught red-handed.
"Ah, between the two of you—" Sokka whistles. "I was wondering who was going to break first. Congrats, love-birds!"
"We're not—" Your voice clashes with Zuko's. "This isn't—"
You sneak a glance to Zuko, and his hand is already covering half of his face, his embarrassment shielded by the shadow of his large palm.
Sokka's confused gaze switches between the two of you, blinking slowly.
"Ah, couple years too early?" Sokka shrugs, before clicking his tongue. "That's rough. I'll check back in with you guys in another time." Making his way back towards the front, he shouts once more to prove his point. "Just don't let me catch you guys making out or anything, I'll need to poke out my eyes for that one!"
"...We better restrain him before he starts blasting it as news to everyone." You groan.
"Agreed." He mutters.
Right as you made your move to leave, Zuko's hand grips yours—stopping you.
You lift your head, meeting his gaze. "Yeah?"
His Adam's apple bobs up and down, consideration clear in his expression before he decisively leans in. His voice is a warm hush, soft and intimate when he whispers. "For the record." Your own words echo back to your ears in the low hush of his voice. "I wasn't only referring to our first meeting when I said that you're beautiful."
His smile quirks up into something tender, a secret expression reserved only for you. ...At this rate, your curiousity was really going to be the death of you.
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a/n: i need to write more firelord zuko stat. he looks so good and still so awkward my childhood crush has been reignited.
synopsis . Overstim with your husband but he keeps accidentally setting things on fire because of it. content . afab!reader, masturbation (m!receiving), established relationship, improper use of fire bending(?), overstim, wife!reader, switching dynamics, bondage, pet names, nipple play (m!receiving), somewhat dom!reader, missionary, manhandling, etc.
“S-Shit,” Zuko huffed, hips insistent with their bucking as he uncontrollably drives the frustrated head of his weepy cock up into your hand.
You sat at his side with your eyes innocently watching as he fell apart entirely under your touch, “Does that feel good?”
He couldn't take his eyes off the way your fingers looked wrapped around his length, “Hhngh-, fuck.. So good,” He huffs, admiring how perfectly you jerked him off and struggling greatly with the bit of rope neatly tied around his wrists—which are positioned behind his back. “D-Don’t stop. Please.”
You squeeze at his base and feel how his veins pulse ‘n twitch against your palm, the tip of his cock a flushed shade of tanned red.
Then your gaze flicked up and you caught the way he threw his head back, letting the long, loose strands of his silky hair flutter all elegantly with the motion. There was certainly nothing more endearing than watching the fire lord come undone before you like this.
A slopped mess of slick cum keeps your hand steady with its slippery motions up 'n down his dick, his balls aching and heavy with need to release yet another load into your palm. You grin before silently leaning forward, letting your lips press into his chest all lightly as you hear him struggle with whines and grunts.
“Ah, your hand is always-, shit… s-s’soft..” Zuko mumbled, his abs tensing at the feel of your touch. Without warning, he nearly whimpers at the sensation of your lips cupping his nipple. “Oh God-,” Your husband's breathing tangles up in his throat, “Wait-, fuck.. Y’know I’m sensitive there, wait—“
“Mmnh..” You hum delightedly against him and let your hands pace quicken against his cock, feeling the entirety of his body heat up for a moment before he begins to twitch all over the place, his wrists fighting against the restraints keeping them in place.
This whole thing had been his idea. He'd asked you time and time again to tie him up and do whatever you want to him, but just like all the times in the past where this has been tried—he never seems to last too long before-
The smell of fumes hit your nose.
You pop your lips off his swollen nipples and halt your sucking for a moment just to look up at his teary-eyed face, admiring the pout he’s got on. “Zuko…” You purr with a slightly raised brow.
He angles his head back down to meet eyes with you, batting those dark pretty lashes at you as if he'd done nothing wrong, “Yes, love?”
“Are you burning through those ropes again?” You ask.
The fire lord shakes his head, “N-No..?”
“Then…" Your gaze narrows at him skeptically, "What’s that smell?”
Before he gathers his thoughts enough to answer you properly, you turn your head to see one of your nightstands on fire.
Damnit. That’s the third one this week!
Luckily enough for the both of you, the flame isn't as large as it'd been previously. Though, as you let your hand halt in jerking your lover off and try to pull away for a moment to go put the fire out, there's a stronger scent of fumes flying into your nose.
This time it's the smell of burning rope.
Followed by which is the sound of something snapping and suddenly—there's a pair of grabby hands meeting your arms and your body is being pushed right over.
A flutter of royal-red and gold fabrics scatter around your frame and drape your sides whilst your attention is redirected upwards. Panting above you is your needy husband Zuko, who's got his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes pleading as they land down on you, "Ignore it," He suggests.
You flash a confused look at him and then playfully swat at his chest, "I can't just ignore it, that's the third one this week!"
He shyly glances off to the side before muttering, "...So?"
"What do you mean so?" You scoff, "We'll have to rebuild the entire bedroom suite at this rate!"
His eyes find yours again and you feel his body coming closer to yours, flinching at the wet swipe of his drooling cockhead over your inner thigh as he adjusts himself. "You're the one who insisted on teasing me."
"You asked me to." You remind him.
"Well,” He frowns a little, “When I told you to use me, I was hoping..."
Your hands reach up to cup his face and pull him down impossibly closer—the warmth of his body enveloping you further. "Hoping what, my lord?" You whisper.
He shoots you a short-lived glare, "What'd I tell you about that?" You give him a cheeky smile and he rolls his eyes at it. "I was hoping you'd use me in here," To add emphasis to his words, his cock comes pressing against the soppy wet-spot in your panties.
"Zuko!" You gasp in surprise, earning a sleazy little smile from him.
Then comes a quick finger to swat that measly fabric out the way, his tip rushing to kiss the saturated lips of your cunt and smear the apart for entry.
Just before he can push into you, "Wait," You huff, "When and how did you break free?"
"Hm?” Zuko raises a brow, “Free of what?" He hums innocently.
Your expression is entirely unconvinced of his innocent act. Deadpanning, "You burned the ropes again, didn't you?"
Another smile paints into his perfect features before he grinds his hips down into yours, throbbing cock sliding ever-so-gracefully into you as if to distract you. Zuko leans down to your ear to whisper, "What ropes?" and you hear some sort of flame crackling in the distance.
He definitely just set something else on fire just from pushing himself into you, but it’s not like he gave you much room to care. Not with the way his dick felt easing your walls open and stretching you out in the same fashion you’d beg him to nearly every other night—if not every single night.
Surely the fire nation would be expecting an heir to the throne any day now. Though, you’re not sure this heir would come about with your bedroom in one piece…
Especially since Zuko has a bad habit of burning things when he cums.
(not proofread btw) || banner art by Rororogi Mogera || tags:
ꮼ pornstar!choso is a very loyal man ( unsurprisingly )
ᦸ pornstar!choso as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by @torucider ⸝⸝ not proofread
pornstar!choso doesn't care whatsoever that he could 'feasibly' fuck any porn star he wanted to & get away with 'sanctioned cheating,' as some of his co-stars so disgustingly put it.
He'd rejected multiple girls, coworker or not—going out of his way to talk to HR about feeling uncomfortable ever doing a professional shoot with those who expressed sexual or romantic interest in him—before & after you two got together, making it very clear he is happily in a relationship.
pornstar!choso doesn't say it makes him uncomfortable if you watch one of his films, but it's kind of obvious he doesn't enjoy the thought of you seeing him working like that, with his awkward jokes about how he does a much better job with his actual girlfriend than just some actress.
Which is true; when he's with you, there's no script, no pretending; he can just be in the moment, feel completely comfortable with being vocal & free of a dozen crew telling him how to 'screw better.'
pornstar!choso hates it whenever someone questions either of you about how you could feel comfortable being his girlfriend. Even more so when it comes from others at his agency—he knew it would happen, but the fact that his girlfriend has to be put on the spot on how she could ever like someone like him is a gut punch.
But he's always grateful when you answer without hesitation that a boyfriend's job doesn't affect a relationship—a relationship should be built on how two people treat & care for each other.
pornstar!choso can only imagine how it must feel knowing he'd been inside another woman mere hours ago, so every time he gets home, he makes it very clear he only has room for you in his heart.
He's still affectionate & attentive, no matter how tired work made him. If it's cooking you dinner, showering with you, just listening to you talk about your day while you both get unready from the day, or just sitting together.
pornstar!choso is extremely private & open about your relationship in interviews—he'll gush about how loving the relationship is & how very happy he is with you but never goes into any explicit detail about anything.
The most anyone's ever got out of him is how he met you & that it felt like 'time stopped' the moment your eyes met.
pornstar!choso took things pretty slow in your relationship. Opting to make sure you were both clear about what you wanted, where the relationship could go & if you were even a good match before it got serious.
It's a good thing he did, because it ended up making the relationship very healthy & strong from the get-go. Honesty & communication are very big roles in the relationship, making it a safe space without judgment.
pornstar!choso is, without a single doubt, amazing in bed—he's a porn star, for fuck's sake. He knows how to fuck & takes his sweet time learning every little thing that makes you tick.
He has a mental note of the perfect way to go down on you to give you the best pleasure, your favorite positions, your favorite noises he makes, and how to elicit his favorite noises—there's a reason he's such a big porn star, & he's making sure you know exactly why each night.
Can I request Lady D x Reader where Reader just braved a snowstorm to bring her a shipment and the reward is being absolutely buried in lipstick kisses? (Bonus if reader is love-drunk like a cartoon character afterwards)
Howdy, darling! This is such a cute prompt🥹🥹yes I absolutely can write this for you! Thanks for your time ♡ I hope you enjoy!
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The one with the...what?
Fluff: Established Relationship-Alcina Dimitrescu | Feminine Reader
[WC:1,726]
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The wind howled past you like an angry wolf,
each snow flake bit at your skin with frozen teeth.
You could hardly see, your only source of vision being from your hand held flashlight.
The bag on your back was the reason for your journey, a shipment of Bulgarian grapes your lover planned to turn into wine. To Alcina, these fruits were simply unattainable had it not been for you. She couldn't leave the village, and she didn't trust anyone else with such foreign specialty.
Though she didn't like the danger brought with the trip, you were employed as an explorer way before you and her met. Your job was often to work with the Duke in the business of around the world goods. Whatever he needed stocked, he'd give you the money needed and send you off to handle the terrains his carriage couldn't take him. In a sense, you were the bird in between.
You assured Alcina that you'd be fine, you had traveled worse roads and been lost in more terrifying environments.
You, however, should've known better than to assume the weather. Your past experiences should've warned you that an unexpected blizzard would be highly possible; especially in Romania. Sudden temperature drops were fairly common, and snow wasn't unusual. Though, had you thought it out a little better, you would've waited the night out in shelter.
Regardless, you pushed through on the faint trail you'd grown to recognize. You've been to Castle Dimitrescu many times for deliveries, those of which being how you and Alcina were introduced in the first place.
Your thick jacket was littered in snow, your hair basically painted white. You most certainly couldn't feel your fingertips anymore, despite the wool gloves that clung around them. Each wrong step on a broken branch or an unseen hole in the ground caused a sore ache to your ankles and feet. What time was it, even? Late enough for sundown, of course. Though the exact time you weren't sure. You just knew it had been all day of traveling, only occasionally stopping for breaks when needed.
The broken, mossy pillars of Castle Dimitrescu finally came into your near view. An audible sigh of relief escaped, causing a white cloud of cold air to form around your mouth.
When the large, steel door, embedded with Alcina's family logo swung open with a creek; you shook yourself off by the entrance as much as possible, not wanting to bring in the cold, wet snow and risk damaging one of the daughter's flies.
You walked into the large hall, past the swirling staircase, through the dark dining room, and eventually out of the other door. The courtyard felt horrendous now that you had felt the warm heater inside the castle. Your bones begged for a break, your nose sniffling.
Opening the next set of double, wooden doors that were hidden in a corner of the courtyard, your skin tingled walking into the heated space once more.
You silently cursed any God that would listen for Alcina having so many stairs in her quarters,
You even had to sit down and simply breathe for a second. You'd been traveling for days, to the border of Romania and back into the old city. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. Anything was worth it for Alcina…and the paycheck helped too.
You looked up the stairs, it was just a little further. Just a little more and you'd finally be able to see Alcina again. The distance was tortuous. You were more than happy to be back. You'd get to sleep in a familiar bed; you reckoned she'd even let you sleep in tomorrow.
And that isn't to mention she'd be thrilled to see you, Alcina was always more clingy than she let on. Plus, she's been anticipating her package, she'd been thrilled with your diligence and your delivery.
Those thoughts alone were enough to power you once more. You stood up, readjusted your bag, and ignored every burn in your joints. You began to pretty much count every single step.
At the top, your breath was heavier, more panting.
Your knuckles were cracking as your shaky hand knocked on her large, brown door. You heard Alcina groan from inside, no doubt she assumed it was unwanted company: such as a maid. The lock clicked once, the wood screeching across the floor; leaving a faint scratch mark.
Alcina's golden eyes widened upon looking down at you, her face honoring the unimaginable soft expression she reserved for only you.
“My, you've made it back.” Her voice was a mixture of disbelief and strange emotions that she struggled to name.
You were so tiny standing in front of her, though your pride was bigger than the world. You nodded happily, holding your chin up as you took the bag from your back.
“Yep! And I've brought your order. Safe and sound.” You unzipped the first layer to reveal fresh, contained green and purple grapes.
Alcina beamed, a small laugh following. Her large hand was placed on your shoulder, she used it to guide you into her room. Her opposite hand reached out to take the bag from your hold.
“You've done wonderfully, my little traveler.”
She picked up one of the blankets from a nearby basket, wrapping the warm cotton around your frame. You sighed, grabbing each end and pulling it tighter around you.
“You're nearly frozen solid. Did you not anticipate the storm?”
You didn't know if the warmth on your cheeks was from Alcina or from the burn of the cold. You shook your head, a slight shiver running down your spine, “I didn't. I thought it would be a clear night.”
She hummed, setting the grapes down on the table, and gesturing towards the couch for you to sit. Her long legs made quick strides to the fireplace in the corner, she knelt to coo it to life.
When the embers struck into orange flames, Alcina walked to sit beside you, her arm instantly wrapping around your body; pulling you flushed against her.
“Silly girl, I suppose I'll just have to warm you.”
You hummed, tilting your head to look up at her, “A warm bath would be nice.”
Alcina smiled down at you, shaking her head, “No, I was thinking more like..” her hand came up to cradle your cheek, her face leaning down to place a soft kiss to your forehead, “..that.”
You immediately froze, your eyes widening. Your mouth opened and closed, much like a fish out of water. Your words came out in incoherent stutters, Alcina simply kissed your mouth to hush you.
She then kissed the corner of your lips, your rosey cheeks, your bright red nose and your sparkling eyes. You were finding it increasingly harder to breathe with every touch she granted.
Alcina's hand slipped from your cheek to your chest, feeling how rapidly your heart was beating.
“So flustered by just a few kisses?” She teased, pulling back to admire her work; your face was already so covered with her smudged, red lipstick, “Mortals are so easy to please.”
When you didn't respond with words, only that cheesy smile hanging from your lips, her amusement grew, “I ought to keep going, then.”
Alcina did, relentlessly.
Her lips were attaching to each piece of your face, your body slumping even further into her hold. At one point, the blanket that was wrapped around you had fallen off; pooling around your waist. Alcina momentarily stopped her soft attacks to readjust it back around your shoulders, her gloved hands making work to ensure the material was tucked beneath your arms .
When you were bundled up again, Alcina reached over to the coffee table, grabbing a spare lipstick that laid on top. She reapplied her classic red, her lips continuing their mission happily.
You could've sworn you saw stars. Soft giggles and that goofy smile never wearing from you. In a way, it was working; she was warming you up. Just more in a shy manner than with actual heat.
“Do you feel better?” She asked in that rich tone that never failed to melt you. Her eyes carefully scanned over your face, admiring how good her smudged color looked on your skin. Her eyes met your half-lidded ones, the look of pure bliss spreading on your face,
“Nnnngh..”
Alcina's eyebrow quickly arched, her head tilting, much to resemble a confused puppy, “What?”
“Nngh..mmm”
“Darling, what-”
You nuzzled your cold nose into her neck, causing a shiver to respond in her body. You cut her off with your alien-like noises, resulting in her eyebrows furrowing. Was this..normal?
“Mmmmm”
Alcina pursed her lips, her hand patting your back in a soothing way. Each little connection her hand made earned a soft grunt for you. It was almost comical how malfunctioning you were, “Perhaps we ought to get you in the bed.”
“Mm!” That one sounded very grumpy, it even shook your shoulders. Alcina froze, not wanting to disturb you further. You kept huffing, though she couldn't figure out what it was you wanted.
Eventually, you sighed, your hand shooting out from the blanket containing you, landing directly on her face. Alcina made an undignified sound for a woman so regal, she instinctively tried to pull away from your grasp.
Instead, you lifted your head from her neck, using your grip to shove her face against the side of your cheek.
Alcina stared for a moment, though she quickly smiled when she figured out what you were asking for. She puckered her lips, pulling you close into her lap and kissing all over your face once more.
You sighed happily, your eyes fluttering shut.
“You're spoiled.” She whispered against your nose, her hands holding either side of your waist to keep you steady.
You responded in yet another unknown noise, one that she couldn't begin to describe.
Alcina kept kissing you softly until your breathing evened out. She felt oddly thankful for her size, as its added strength made you easy to lift. She carried you to the bed, ensuring you were cuddled securely beneath the blankets.
She laid on her side behind you, big spooning you. She didn't care to clean the lipstick from your face, it rather amused her. She figured it would be a nice surprise for the morning.
My man my man my mannnnnn
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Bye now - Mars ♡
Sukuna had two hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling with a bored look in his eyes.
You were laid up against his chest, softly tracing the tattoos across his pecs, body limp from the multiple rounds of him just folding you in half on every possible flat surface since you both got home
Starting from against the door, to the couch, then on the stairs, on the bedroom floor, and finally on the bed.
You were thoroughly spent, whilst he was just there, cocks semi hard against his thigh, ready to go again if you wanted. Gods, he truly had the stamina of a stallion.
"Darling?" You tenderly trace the scar running across his tummy, fingertips drawing swirls when you reach the end of the scar.
"Hmm?" his voice rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating against your cheek that was pressed against him
"Do you plan on getting any more tattoos?"
The second pair of eyes glanced down at you, the first pair still glued to the ceiling. What was up there that he found so interesting? Odd man.
"Maybe, I haven't given it much thought" post sex Sukuna was always softer and tender, always clingy with you but he would rather die than admit that
"Would you get my name?" you ask sweetly
He smirked, finally looking at you with all four eyes, "You want that?"
You looked at him, "Yeah, my first and last name, one on each cock, that could be cute, no?" you tease, eyes sparkling with mischief
"Woman you're insane" he chuckled
"I'm not hearing a no" you shifted up, turning onto your side to face him, fingers reaching out to caress his cheek, eyes locked with his
"I would get your name, not on my cocks though"
"You're a spoilsport" you huff, "Would you get my face?"
"Hmm," he pursed his lips in thought, the idea had some appeal to him
"Maybe on your pec, I think that's the perfect place actually" you added, really selling your ridiculous idea
"Would you get a tattoo for me?"
You pout your lips in thought, "Yes, I would get your mark as a tramp stamp" you trace the mark on his forehead
Sukuna groans at the image of that, his little spit fire wife with a tramp stamp of his mark? It made both of his cocks spring to life just picturing it
"Are you serious?"
"Mhm" He cradled you against his body, a comfortable silence settling between you two, his hand stroking your back tenderly, lulling you to sleep
“Get some rest, wife” he kisses your forehead whilst pinching your ass before returning to stroking your back
“Bastard” you nip his nipple, causing the king of curses to jolt, a low chuckle leaving his lips
After a while Sukuna mumble against your hairline “We should install a mirror on the ceiling”
…oh?
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