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â§.* pairing: zuko/f!reader â§.*
"zuko."
"mm."
you sighed. the weight of zukos arms around your body and his torso nearly crushing you from behind didn't let you move even an inch from his bed. sunlight poured in through the latticed windows in his chambers. you could already tell it was well past the time a respectable fire lord would start the day and commit to his imperial duties. unfortunately, the fire lord in question couldn't seem to care less.
squirming in his hold, you managed to turn just enough to face him. his eyes were stubbornly shut, dark locks of hair messily falling over his forehead and sprawling across the pillows. you flicked his nose gently after you were able to wrestle your arm out of his embrace. he frowned, clinging to you tighter, making you smile helplessly.
"we cannot stay here forever, you know," you murmured softly, now stroking his cheek with your thumb. he subconsciously leaned towards your touch, chasing your warmth.
"yes, we can." his tone was low, stubborn. you huffed out a laugh. the sound made him finally open his eyes. the love in his gaze was sometimes overwhelming. you flushed under the scrutiny, turning shy like the two of you were still newlyweds.
zuko suddenly shifted, propping himself up by his elbows and trapping you underneath. the change made you startle as you stared up at him with wide eyes and barely concealed amusement. he frowned at you childishly. giggling at his expression, you cupped his face.
"cruel woman," he accused, his voice still gruff from sleep. "you command me to leave this bed and yet you tempt me so," he buried his nose in your neck, nuzzling your skin. "how do you expect me to leave when you act like this?"
"i do not know what you mean, husband," you feigned innocence. as he looked back up at you, you kissed his lips, soft as a feather and grinned, your gaze fond. he stared blankly, then cursed, his head falling on to your chest.
"look at what you've done to me. i must punish you for daring to weaken the fire lord so shamelessly."
your arms immediately came up to wrap around him, heart swelling with affection. your fingers carded through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. taking it as encouragement, he cuddled even closer, as if he wanted your bodies to become one. just before the two of you could go back to sleep, however, a series of knocks fell on the wooden doors, making zuko immediately groan.
"go," you kissed his hair, breathing in its scent of jasmine and sandalwood. he lifted his head just to stare petulantly, making you laugh. "and when you're done by sunset, i'll be waiting for you right here."
"swear it," he reluctantly got up just enough to look at you properly. capturing your wrist, he pressed his lips to your arm, travelling from the hollow of your elbow till your palm. "you'll be the only thing i think of even as i leave these chambers."
you smiled contentedly and nodded. "i swear."
â§.* a/n: don't ask me why they talk like that, they just do â§.*
"That's it, sweetheart," Zuko hums, head lolling back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut. Your lower lash line is gleaming with balled-up tears as you gaze up at Zuko hopelessly, who is pleasantly blissed out. A strong hand reaches out to intertwine with your hair, fingers massaging your scalp softly as he rolls his hips up slowly into your tight throat, a shaky sigh leaving his lips. "Taking me so well."
His praise wasn't helping the ache you feel, your clit throbbing painfully against your panties as you struggle to take as much of what you could of Zuko's length of what you can, his tip hitting deep down your throat. "You can take some more," Zuko mumbles, wiping a tear that slips down your pretty cheek, "You're doing so good."
Not helping, not helping at all, you whimpered and hummed in response, spreading vibrations through his cock. He moaned helplessly in response, causing you to want more of him. You were trying to take him as deep as you could without gagging on his cock, using your hand to jerk off the reminder that didn't fit into your mouth. "There we go, so good for me."
i woke up just in time (now i wake up by your side).
(âonly bought this dress so you could take it offâ â extra. can be read as a standalone.)
adult zuko x reader | contains smut | minors dni.
summary: in which zuko escapes his own engagement banquet to remind you that after years of longing, stolen glances and pretending neither of you noticed what was happening between you, heâs finally allowed to love you openly, and intends to enjoy every second of it.
content: adult!zuko x reader, friends to lovers, newly engaged, emotional intimacy, soft humor, gaang cameo, mutual pining payoff, explicit sexual content, praise/worship, fluff, tooth-rotting tenderness.
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The engagement banquet had become something far larger than either of you intended.
What had originally been meant as a formal announcement to the court somehow transformed into one of the liveliest celebrations the royal palace had seen in years. Soft music echoed beneath curved ceilings while friends, diplomats and honored guests gathered shoulder to shoulder through the royal hall, servants weaving between crowded tables with wine and steaming platters.
Aang had nearly crushed the both of you in another hug sometime after the official announcement reached the banquet hall, smiling so brightly it seemed impossible not to mirror it.
âI still canât believe this is real,â he admitted happily.
âYou watched him propose,â you pointed out.
ROBERT ARAMAYO as ELROND THE RINGS OF POWER
Stole this from somewhere but i think itâs appropriate
WWD KOREA - MAY 2026 - BACK ON T.O.P
Hottest Guy of Korea
if you get horny out of the blue itâs because you and that fictional man are fucking in his universe btw
you need to do a little dance in the kitchen. it is vitally important for your health that you do a little dance in the kitchen. you understand
choso "i've-never-been-touched-before" kamo â
"i want to touch you," choso confesses quietly. "everywhere. is that⊠okay?"
the vulnerability in his voice makes your lips curl. "yeah," you whisper. "'course, 'cho."
he approaches slowly, reverently, like you're something precious. his hands shake slightly as they cup your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.
"you're so warm," he murmurs, wonder in his voice. then he kisses youâtentative at first, then deeper as you respond. he learns quickly, mimicking your movements, swallowing your soft moans.
his hands explore your body with genuine curiosity, mapping every curve and dip. when he touches your breast, you gasp, and he immediately focuses there, learning what makes you react.
"like this?" he asks, circling your nipple through your shirt. when you nod, he does it again, watching your face intently. "you're beautiful when you feel good."
you help him undress you, and then you undress him. his body is lean and marked, and when you touch him, he shudders.
"i've neverâ" he starts, but you silence him with a kiss.
"we'll learn together," you promise.
when you guide him to the bed, he follows eagerly. you show him how to touch you, where you like to be kissed, and he absorbs every lesson with desperate attention.
"here?" he asks, fingers sliding between your legs. when he feels how wet you are, his eyes widen. "d-did i do this?"
"yes," you breathe. "you make me feel so good."
he explores you carefully, watching your reactions to learn what you like. when he slides a finger inside you, you both moanâhim at the tight heat, you at the intrusion.
"more," you encourage, and he adds another finger, pumping slowly. his thumb finds your clit by accident, and when you cry out, he focuses there, determined to make you feel good.
"choso," you gasp, "i needâi want you inside me."
his pupils dilate, and you feel him hard against your thigh. "i want that too," he admits. "want to be close to you. want to feel you."
you guide him to your entrance, and he pushes in slowly, carefully. the stretch is perfect, and you watch his face transform with pleasure.
"oh," he breathes, and it's almost reverent. "oh, you feelâthis isâ"
he bottoms out, and you both pause, adjusting. then instinct takes over, and he starts to move. his rhythm is unpracticed but enthusiastic, and the genuine emotion behind every thrust makes it perfect.
"mine," he murmurs, and there's something possessive in his tone that wasn't there before. "you're mine. say it."
"yours," you gasp. "i'm yours, choso."
something shifts in himâthat careful control giving way to raw need. he fucks you harder, faster, one hand gripping your hip while the other tangles in your hair.
"need you," he pants. "need this. need to be inside you, need to make you feel good, needâ"
you reach between your bodies to touch yourself, and he watches, fascinated, as you work your clit. the sight of you pleasuring yourself while he's inside you seems to drive him wild.
"teach me," he demands. "show me how to make you come."
you guide his hand to replace yours, showing him the rhythm and pressure you need. he learns quickly, and soon you're trembling beneath him, close to the edge.
"that's it," he encourages, and there's confidence in his voice now. "come for me. want to feel you. please, mine, pleaseâ"
the orgasm crashes over you, and you clench around him rhythmically. he groans, the sensation too much, and his hips stutter.
"i'm going toâwhere should iâ"
"inside," you gasp. "come inside me, choso."
he buries himself deep with a broken moan, and you feel him pulsing, filling you with his release. he collapses on top of you, breathing hard, and you hold him close.
"again," he whispers after a moment. "can we do that again? i want to learn everything. want to know every way to make you feel good."
you smile, running your fingers through his hair. "we have all night."
his answering smile is beautiful and hungry. "then teach me everything."
©2026 anised
âSleep, Cho.â
Soft pants left your lips as your palms rested against your boyfriendâs heaving chest, imprints of your nails on the firm flesh of his shoulders. Youâd just rode your poor, sweet boyfriend into oblivion after all.Â
âAre you okay, Cho?â You murmured, trailing your hand up to his damp cheek and rubbing his salty tears and sweat away.Â
He nodded, leaning into your hand. âM-MhmâŠâ Choso hummed, still going through the aftershocks of his nth orgasm. A soft smile grazed his lips as he settled even deeper into your touch.
You smiled too, slowly lifting yourself off his member. A soft slap against his skin broke the silence as you sat on your side of the bed. âSit up.â You whispered, rubbing his chest. He quickly (as possible) obliged and rested his back against the headboard with a soft wince at the cool material.
âHere, drink it.â Your hands placed a glass of water that was on your nightstand into his own.
Choso drank it in maybe two gulps, then sighed with ease as he leaned onto your shoulder.
âHmm⊠we should do that every night.â He suggested with an even wider smile, kissing your cheek and making a small noise of protest when you moved to get up from bed. âWhere are you going?âÂ
âTo run a bath.â You replied before pressing a kiss to his forehead.Â
You came back a few minutes later to find him laying down, his arms wrapped tightly around your pillow, staring in the direction of the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom. He immediately perked up at the sight of you.
With a smile, you walked over to the bed while he sat up again. âCome on, babe. Letâs get in the bath.â You said to him, pressing your lips to his hand and pulling him up to his feet. He followed you to the bathroom and sat in the tub, sighing as he basked in the warm water. You got in with him, settling onto his lap.Â
âMmhâŠâ he hummed, nuzzling your neck. You reached to your side, grabbing a bottle of body wash and splatting some onto his loofah. The scented soap lathered against his skin as you rubbed the object along his back. âThat feels nice.â He mumbled tiredly.Â
âYeah?â You asked, trying to keep him awake so he wouldnât pass out in the water.
âMhm.â He confirmed, leaning against you even more as you scrubbed his arms.
âDonât fall asleep, Cho.â Another soft noise of protest came from your boyfriend. âCho.â You warned. He kissed your neck in response, his lips curved up in a drowsy smile against your skin.Â
The two of you got out of the bath after you washed yourself off as well. Choso could barely get dressed before collapsing onto the bed. You smiled and laid down beside him.Â
âTired?â You asked, tucking his hair behind his ear.
He nodded, his eyes shut as he wrapped himself around you.
âSleep, Cho.â You whispered, kissing the crown of his head as he buried his face into your neck again.Â
âI love youâŠâ he mumbled softly.
Your lips formed a soft grin into his soft hair. âI love you more.â
A grunt of disagreement came from him at that. He smacked your hip, too spent and sore to argue about who loves who more right now. âNo.â He whined. âJust sleep, please.â His words were muffled against your neck.
He heard you laugh. âFine, fine.â You agreed. âBut I still love you more.â You whispered, tightening your arms around him.
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Seven Minutes in Heaven with Your Academic Rivalâ Nerdjo ( 18+)
You swear youâre going to cryâwhy, of all people, did it have to be his nerdy ass? The bane of your academic life.
Thatâs all you can think about while Shoko drags you and Satoru toward one of the closets.
Maybe you should just choke him for the full seven minutes. Tempting.
âOkay guys, try not to kill each other in thereâ Shoko says before pushing you both inside a little too hard.
You stumble forward and end up face-planting against something solid.
Warm.
Wait.
Since when did closet walls feel like thatâ
âWoah, not even five seconds in and youâre already on me⊠were you that desperate to get me alone?â
It takes you a second to process it.
Thatâs not a wall.
You lift your head slowly, only to see him grinning at you over his shoulder.
You push yourself away from him so fast you end up hitting the back of your head against the closet wall.
âOuchâ you mutter, rubbing the spot.
Great. What a way to embarrass yourself in front of him.
Satoru laughs, pushing his glasses up with those long fingers of his.
âCareful now⊠we donât want that brain of yours to get hurt, do we?â he says, then tilts his head slightly. âAnd whoâs going to lose debates to me?â
Your eye twitches, and you glare at him.
âCanât you shut your mouth for one goddamn second?â you snap, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to look like his closeness isnât affecting youâor the fact that his legs are almost touching yours.
âAnd move your stupid long fairy-stick legs.â
You kick his leg, and he immediately kicks yours back in return.
âActuallyââ he says, raising a finger like the stupid hot nerd he is.
âIf youâre smart⊠firstâmy legs are not fairy sticks. Long, sure. But not fairy sticks.â
His gaze flickers to you with a playful glint.
âSecond, this closet is small. If your eyes can see that, darlinââŠâ He smiles at you like heâs just made the smartest point in the world. âWe donât exactly have room for personal space.â
âI donât know why it has to be you out of all peopleâ you say, pressing your back against the closet wallâmaybe if you press hard enough, youâll just merge with it and not have to deal with him.
âWell, same⊠but you donât see me complaining,â he says, leaning back, all while staring at you.
Your heart rate picks up at the way his blue gaze trails over you, as if he can see right through your act of trying to look nonchalant.
âStop⊠staring at me like t-thatâ you curse yourself at the way your voice cracks.
Satoru just smirks at you⊠he knows he has you right where he wants you.
âWhy?⊠unless itâs doing something to your pretty little heart?â
Your fingers tighten around the hem of your denim skirt.
âEw, ew, and ew⊠youâre not my type. And itâs just⊠closet heat. Itâs really getting hot in here.â
You glance at the watch on your wrist. Ugh, since when are seven minutes so long? Come on⊠come on.
âRight⊠the closet heat. But why are you clenching your thighs?â he says, nodding at your legs as if to prove his point.
Oh my Godâyou hate him. You hate him, the way he can make your breath hitch and heat pool between your legs with just his stare alone.
âDonât get ahead of yourself⊠I just want to, um, go to the restroom,â you say, looking anywhere but at him.
Satoru hums. Just when you think heâll be quiet, he adds, âYou sure youâre not lying?â
"About what?"
"That you're fucking wet." Satoru steps forward, closing the already small distance between you two.
Your cheeks flush, and mouth falls open.
"Excuse me- that's not- you can't say things like that-"
He cages you in against the closet wall, his body pressing into yours, trapping you even more.
"Say that I'm wrong..." Satoru challenges, his voice a low rumble, his gaze intense as he looks down at you. The way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.
But you're not one to back down. You meet his eyes, your expression defiant. "I'm not affected by you," you declare, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart.
"We'll see about that," Satoru growls. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Then I'll prove you wrong."
He leans down, his breath hot on your ear as he whispers. "Right now."
With that, Satoru's hands skim down, gripping the hem of your skirt. He bunches it up around your hips and cups your soaked, cloth-covered cunt. Your hips buck involuntarily, and you gasp up at him, surprise and desire flashing in your eyes.
"Your pussy doesn't seem to hate me as much as you do, sweetheart," Satoru murmurs, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit through the fabric. "Still want to argue that you're not affected when you're dripping wet because of me?"
You tip your head back against the wall with a soft thud, baring your throat to him. Satoru takes the invitation, leaning down to leave a trail of wet kisses along your exposed column.
"Didn't I say not to hurt that pretty head of yours?" Satoru chuckles, nipping at your neck. "I don't want you to lose debates to me... sweetheart."
You groan, muttering between soft breaths, "Shut up."
Satoru smiles against your neck, kissing his way up to your jaw, his lips hovering above yours. His hot breath hits your lips as he whispers, "Make me."
You lost it. Screw your hate for him, the way he makes you feel is too much to resist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your mouth against his in a filthy, hungry kiss. Your tongues and teeth clashed against his, eager and demanding.
Satoru's hand moves to tangle in your hair, gently tugging your head back to get better access to your mouth. Your eyes flutter closed as he kisses you, so filthy yet tenderly. His tongue explores every inch of your mouth while his fingers comb through your hair.
You both pull back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Your breaths mingle, his forehead pressing against yours, his glasses fogged up.
"Who knew nerds were this good?" you tease breathlessly, giving him a quick, chaste kiss.
Satoru chuckles low and moves to whisper against your ear, "This nerd is good at a lot of things... like tongue-fucking you till you squirt all over my mouth." He says, his tongue darting out to lick your ear, making you shudder.
You laugh breathlessly and shake your head. "No way, you can't... we only have, like-2 minutes left."
"Are you doubting me?" Satoru says, dropping to his knees in front of you. He grips your leg and wraps it around his broad shoulder.
"It's entirely impossible... you can't," you say, a confident smile playing on your lips.
Satoru looks up at you, grinning. "Hold this," he says, slowly taking off his glasses and holding them out to you.
You give him a confused look. "Why...?" you ask, bewildered.
Satoru kisses your inner thigh, making you shiver. He then slides your panties to the side, causing your breath to hitch.
"Because," Satoru says, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, making you bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan, "I don't like it when my glasses fog up when I'm eating my meal."
Satoru licks up to your clit, then drags his tongue between your folds to your entrance. He gives it two gentle pushes of his tongue before delving it fully into your tight hole. A moan slips past your lips, and your fingers fly to fist in his hair.
Satoru doesn't stop, his tongue thrusting in and out of you, his hands squeezing your ass, urging you to grind against his face. His nose presses deliciously against your clit, and you can't help but move your hips side to side to rub your clit on his nose.
"Fuck-ahh- feels so good," you moaned, "S-satoru-mmmm-ahh"
Satoru groans against you in approval, then withdraws his tongue to suck your clit, making you gasp. He plunges it back inside, expertly lapping at your G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through you.
"Oh-yes-just like that," you moan, your eyes threatening to roll back. You grind your clit against his nose, seeking more pressure.
Satoru feels your cunt clench around his tongue, and he digs his fingers into your hips, fucking you with his tongue in rapid, desperate thrusts. Suddenly, you scream. Your orgasm rips through you, and you flood his face with your release.
Satoru groans, swallowing your juices greedily. "Fuck, you taste so good," he growls, licking and sucking your pussy clean, not wanting to waste a single drop.
You stumble forward, the intensity of the moment making you dazed and dizzy. Satoru catches you, pulling you against his chest and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.
"Don't pass out on me now, darling," he chuckles softly, looking down at you in his arms.
"I'm fine," you say, burying your face in his neck to hide your flushed cheeks.
"Hmm... I know," he chuckles, nipping your earlobe. "That's why you're standing up perfectly upright, right?"
A few minutes later, Shoko knocks on the closet door.
"Yo, guys! Seven minutes are up," she calls out.
"You sure they didn't kill each other in there?" Suguru asks from beside her.
"We're fine," Satoru smiles, smoothing down your skirt and your hair.
"You know I'm not done with you," he says, pressing his hips against yours to show you just how hard he is and how much he needs you.
You smirk and tiptoe to wrap your arms around his neck.
"And?" you tease, your voice low.
"Come back home with me, where I can fuck you with no time limit."
You slide his glasses back on. "But don't you have studies to do?" you ask, grinning softly at him before moving your lips to his jaw.
"I can multitask, sweetheart" he grins back, his eyes crinkling at the corners, sending a flutter to your stomach. He pulls you closer, Â turning his face to catch your lips with his in a kiss that promises what's about to come.
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Food baby
(âsuggestive)
You had just indulged in an abundant amount of food at a Korean barbecue restaurant with friends.
The moment you got home, you practically peeled your outfit off and swapped it for the stretchiest clothes you owned, letting out a satisfied groan as relief washed over you. Behind you, Gojo sprawled across the bed, propped up on his elbows, watching you with fascination like it was his favorite show.
âSeeing you naked will never get old,â he said easily. You caught his wide grin through the mirror.
âEven when Iâm like this?â you laughed, tugging your joggers under your very full belly. You patted it dramatically. âI have a food baby.â
âMm. Especially like that,â he replied, dragging the words out as he licked his lips for emphasis. In one smooth motion, he was up and behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. âYouâre always beautiful to me.â
You couldnât help but smile. Satoru had an uncanny ability to sense even the smallest flicker of insecurity, like he had radar for it.
His hands slid down your sides, warm and familiar, coming to rest just beneath your stomach.
âHey!â you squirmed, but before you could protest any furtherâ
âSeeing you like this makes me feel some kinda way, babe,â he murmured, swaying gently with you, his chin settling on your shoulder. âYouâre so cute I could die.â
âKinda makes me want to put a real baby in you,â he added softly against your ear, teasing and shameless.
Of course. Only Gojo would be turned on by your food baby.
âI donât really feel sexy right now,â you admitted, leaning back into him. âMy stomach hurts from eating too much.â
âYou think theyâd get my eyes?â he continued casually, as if you hadnât spoken, his hands still roaming with lazy affection.
âI hope they get your hair,â he said, pressing a kiss to your neck. Smooch.
âAnd your nose.â Smooch.
âAnd yourââ
âThatâs enough,â you cut in, turning around in his arms to face him. âI can feel your boner on my ass.â
He didnât even try to deny it. âI canât help it,â he said with a shrug, that stupidly fond smile tugging at his lips. âI always want youâand so does he,â he added lightly, nodding toward the obvious tent in his pants.
You knew he was joking, exaggerating as he always did, but Gojo never missed a chance to reassure you.
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