< content warnings > smut. switch + polyamory dynamics. double penetration. anal sex. p-in-v sex. light degradation. praise. size kink. unprotected sex + double creampie. minimal plot to set the scene. we <3 zukka
< a/n > yaayyyy bunny actually finished another fic that has been sitting in her drafts for too long …… this got away from me i was possessed by horny demons
Being shared between Zuko and Sokka is nothing new to you. Your time together has become a favored pastime for all three of you, the indulgence they crave after long days of invention and diplomacy. It had begun as stress relief, a way to sate your mutual desires. Thus, the equally-satisfying agreement between the three of you had been formed. It had quickly spiraled into much more than that, of course.
More often than not, the two of them relished in take one of your holes for themselves, either your mouth or your cunt. They’d sprawl you out over the lavish sheets of the bed, facing up with spread legs and an open mouth. They’d fuck you between them for as long as they need, until you’re all dripping sweat and covered in a mix of your shaded fluids. You, on your hands and knees between them, with one cock down your throat and the other stuffing your cunt. Other times, you’d ride Sokka while he rode Zuko, or vice versa. You’d even developed a fondness for using a strap of your own on them, when the fancy hit you.
Today is… different.
You’d been nearly insatiable recently, and in true Sokka fashion, he proposed a solution. Which leads to your current predicament of being sandwiched between the two men— You riding Zuko, with his back against the silken cushions of his canopied bed, while Sokka takes you from behind.
Even after plenty of foreplay and working you open with their fingers, the stretch of taking them both is tight enough that you have to take a sharp intake of air. You’re slumped against Zuko’s chest as he strokes your hair away from your face, his other hand resting on your lower back, gently coaxing you back to meet Sokka’s lazy thrusts. You can practically feel Zuko in your lungs, and each thrust forces a wet, sloppy sound from your dripping cunt.
You’re so fucking full of both of them, stuffed to the brim with their thick cocks and dizzy with their touches. It’s subtle, but each lift of Zuko’s hips to sink deeper inside you has your eyes fluttering, breathless curses dropping from your lips more intensely with each passing moment. Each time Zuko pulls you deeper onto his cock, you don’t just feel him, you feel Sokka. You savor the way his smooth, oiled cock makes efficient work of your hole; he strokes into the tight heat of your ass slowly, pulling back out until only the tip of his cock is still inside you. Your pussy walls flutter around Zuko’s cock as Sokka admires the sight for a moment, your holes stretched to accommodate the two of them.
You know you’re going to ache tomorrow.
Zuko splays his hand flat against your lower back, right above the curve of your ass, and presses you back into Sokka’s next slow, lazy thrust, simultaneously forcing you down further on his own cock. His gilded eyes are hooded as he gazes at you, entranced by your equally blissed out-state.
Sokka’s next thrust is sharper, deeper, and you give a pathetic moan into the warmth of Zuko’s chest. Zuko’s eyes flutter ever so faintly, breath shuddering. You’re split between them, and this way, he can feel each of Sokka’s lazy thrusts against his own cock.
Zuko strokes your sweat-damp hair away from your face to cradle your cheek. “You’re taking us so well, beautiful,” he croons, watching as you melt further into the tenderness of his touch. You’re wax in his hands, softening each time he drags his warm, heavy hands over your hair, your face, your hips, your clit… His gaze sharpens on Sokka, still rutting into your ass with slow thrusts. “Keep going. She’s close again. Keep fucking us.”
Your entire body shudders at the truth to Zuko’s words— Each of Sokka’s thrusts is practically stroking Zuko’s cock through the membrane between them. He’s practically frotting against Zuko’s cock from inside you, and it makes your head fucking spin.
Sokka leans down closer to you, clever fingers slipping down to circle your clit as his mouth finds the side of your throat. Your broken moan is audible in the room, fingernails scraping across Zuko’s chest below you.
Sokka laughs against your skin, soft and warm and too fucking full of amusement for a man who has you like putty in his hands. “You two are going to kill me, you know that?” He muses out loud. He presses hot, open-mouthed kiss against the back of your neck as he continues to rock into you. “Will one of you put it on my gravestone? Death by threesome. Who would’ve th—”
“Stop talking.” Zuko hisses the words at him, reaching around you to grab a fistful of Sokka’s hair and pull.
Sokka just moans, grinning as he does. He uses the moment after as an opportunity to thrust toward until his hipbones are flush with the plush meat of your ass, filling you snugly and deeply.
“Oh, fuck—“ You whisper the words into Zuko’s chest, desperately trying to reach behind you for Sokka. “I’m close, I’m close—“
Sokka’s fingers pick up their pace, rubbing tight circles around your clit with the pads of his fingers. “Give it to me, pretty. Come on, I wanna feel you cum on my cock, let me feel you fall apart.” He licks another hot stripe up the side of your neck this time, grinding forward as he does. You whimper, thighs clenched around Zuko below you. He’s visibly clinging to his thread-bare sanity as Sokka fucks you deeper onto both of their cocks.
“Please,” you beg weakly, nearly drooling onto Zuko’s chest. You truly wouldn’t be surprised if the faint drool smeared across his chest would evaporate with the heat radiating from his body. Even his cock is hot inside you, the tip gently kissing your poor cervix further each time Sokka presses into you. “I’m gonna cum again, I’m…” You trail off, glassy-eyed and cock-drunk off the feeling of being fucked and filled so deeply, so entirely.
“I know, you gorgeous creature. I want it. I wanna feel you soak Zuko’s cock.” Sokka grins and pulls back to drag a hand down your spine, and you shiver under his touch despite Zuko’s heat. “I deserve it, don’t I? For making you feel so fucking good, hmm?”
A soft “Oh” leaves your mouth as Sokka leans forward further to wrap his corded arm in a headlock around your throat. Almost instinctively, your hands leave their place clawing down Zuko’s chest to dig into Sokka’s arm instead.
You watch Zuko’s lips pinch as your nails leave his skin, almost… offended that you’re leaving him to rake across Sokka’s arm instead. A faint swear passes his lips as he brings his free hand down to your sopping clit, swatting Sokka’s hand away to take care of you himself. Zuko’s fingers are hotter, faster, sloppier as Sokka restricts your breath just enough to make you deliciously dizzy and wetter.
“M’gonna cum,” you manage to breathe again. “Close, m’so close, I need…”
“I know what you need,” Zuko murmurs, gently lifting his hips into you in tune with Sokka’s. “I know, I know, I know…”
He continues to thrust up into you gently, knocking against that spot in your gummy walls until you’re gushing around him. You’re twitching and crying out for both of your lovers, babbling unintelligible nonsense, save for a few strangled sobs of thank you thank you thank you thank you.
The orgasm has you limp in Sokka’s chokehold now, fingers slack on his arm as he moves to hold you around the waist instead. “Atta girl, so fucking good.” You can hear the pride in his words, not just his self-confidence, but his pride in you, in how much you can take for him and Zuko. The praise puts a giddy, dreamy smile on your face as you lean back into his muscled chest. Sokka’s hands raise to cup your tits, pressing lazy kisses into the side of your throat.
You feel them start to move again as you ride out the afterglow of your orgasm, eyes going wide.
“You didn’t really think we were finished with you yet, did you?” You can hear the grin in Zuko’s voice, and you quake in his touch. His body heat has only continued to rise— There’s a deliciously red flush painted across his cheeks as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth, intently watching Sokka fuck into you again. You’re fluttering around both of them, thighs quivering as you struggle to maintain any facet of sanity left in your system. You can hardly remember your own name, for fuck’s sake, let alone how many times they’ve made you cum on their cocks.
Zuko’s fingers continue to circle your clit as Sokka pins you against his chest, hands fondling every inch of your curves he can reach and cherish. As you creep up on yet another orgasm, Zuko groans beneath you. “Shit, I’m close.” His voice is strained, clearly holding himself back for long enough that the artery on the side of his neck pulses. He’s been dragging his orgasm out, unable to give up the sweet bliss of him and Sokka filling you together.
Sokka buries his face into the curve of your neck and shoulder, huffing a laugh as he rolls your nipples between the calloused pads of his fingertips. “What, are you waiting for my permission?”
You can work with this. You can do this. You clamp down around him, around both of them, and Zuko gives a strangled moan. Sokka gasps sharply, grip tightening on your tits. “Fuck me, if you keep doing that, then none of us are gonna last,” he warns. “Is that what you want? You want us to fill you up, cum inside you so you’re leaking when you leave our bed?”
“You… talk… so… fucking… much.” Zuko punctuates the words with slow rocks of his hips upward, hisses it between gritted teeth. The grip of your weeping cunt around him is practically choking his cock, and he knows Sokka is equally lost to the hot clutch of you around him. Zuko moves his fingers faster now, leaving you panting and quivering in Sokka’s arms. “Cum with us, beautiful. Let me see that pretty face of yours, let me see those eyes,” he coaxes, encouraging your gaze onto him. You stare at him through hooded lids, lost to the pleasure. “That’s it, there you go—“
You feel the heat of Sokka’s release inside you as he cries your names, face still buried in your neck as he mouths at the fragile skin with teeth and tongue. The sound of your names as Sokka’s cums sends you and Zuko toppling over the edge seconds after, moaning as you do.
Sokka releases you to gently slump down onto Zuko’s chest, eventually managing to maneuver all three of you onto your sides without slipping out of you yet. Both of them hold you close, your breaths gradually evening and syncing as you rest between them. You can’t help but smile lazily, warm and cradled with such reverence between your two perfect, ridiculously-beautiful partners.
Hi Bunny! I was hoping you would be willing to write one of these big strong men into a subby!brat who just needs to get a taste of his own medicine. Face slapping, edging, maybe some tears if it fits. I had Han Solo, Clark Kent, OR Langdon from the show The Pitt if you’ve watched that. Hope this gives you some inspo!
hi sweetie! oh my gods this is my favorite genre of man so YES, i will absolutely be writing this. clark kent getting a taste of his own teasing is riiiiight up my alley. i did Not include face slapping in this specific fic but TRUST it will be included in future ones because it makes me feral. please enjoy.
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< pairing > sub ! clark kent x soft dom f ! reader
< content warnings > dominant f!reader, submissive!clark kent, soft dom x bratty sub dynamics, alien!dick clark kent (if you want to read it that way), edging, denial, bondage (aka fuzzy handcuffs... definitely useless on a kryptonian, but that's part of the charm), oral sex (f!receiving), handjob, praise, dacraphilia (clark is pretty when he's crying)
There’s nothing quite like watching your big, beautiful, super-powered lover beg and keen for your touch. It’s a special kind of ego boost, magical and charming you into feeling like a damn superhero yourself. The absolute glee of having Clark Kent, your Superman, wrapped around your finger, desperate and devoted to nothing but you, is like a fucking drug.
Now, Clark’s whine echoes through his bedroom as his fists grip the headboard of his bed, hips bucking upward into nothing. “Please, honey, please—” His eyes are glassy and hooded, lips wet as he licks them. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, please, just let me touch you. Let me make you feel good—” His pleas break into a moan, strangled.
Your beloved hot-pink vibrator is taped to his thick, muscled thigh, the buzzing head pressed against the tip of his leaking cock. Clark’s pre-cum pools in the ridges of his abdomen after hours of denial, trapped by nothing but your whims and the pleased smile on your lips at the sight of him.
Clark put himself in this position, after all, with his taunts and teasing and brattiness. “You should have known better, sweetheart,” you’d reminded him softly as you bound him down, strapping a vibrator to his cock, and he’d scowled at you nonetheless. “Maybe if you hadn’t been so mouthy, we wouldn’t be here.”
Clark’s hands are pinned to his headboard with a pair of your favorite pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, almost mocking him. He’s dizzy with desire, for the need to touch you. He needs friction, he needs your touch, he needs you so badly that every muscle in his body aches. Clark knows he could break out of these pathetic excuses of bindings without much effort at all, and yet… He can’t bring himself to, not with how lovingly you look at him, bound and at your mercy.
Seated beside him on the bed, you twirl the dainty key around your finger. You click your tongue at him, shaking your head with nothing short of sugary-sweet faux-sympathy. “Clark, Clark, Clark… What are we going to do with you?”
You trace one manicured nail up and down of his cock, torturously slow. You can feel the subtle ridges lining Clark’s cock, and you hide your own shudder at the memory of how deliciously full and fucked open you feel with that ribbed monster inside of you. You take your time, guided by the pulsing vein running along his length until you reach his painfully red tip. You know it’s not enough stimulation or friction to give him any sort of release, and he knows it too, whimpering with each pass of your finger against him.
His bottom lip practically quivers, eyes wide. “Please, I’ll do anything, you know I’ll do anything for you, honey, please—“
You shush him gently, shutting him up with a tender kiss. The subtle sharpness of Clark’s upper canines are evident as your tongue slips past his lips, and he leans forward into your mouth, desperate for anything he can get from you. You feel him frantically try to deepen the kiss, moaning into your mouth with nothing short of utter abandon and frantic desire. You can’t help but smile against his lips at the sound, pulling back to admire him.
The finger tracing up and down Clark’s leaking cock slows to circle his tip, right beside where the vibrator rests. As if approaching a scared, frightened creature, you rest your palm against his cock, the silken skin hot to the touch. You give a soft tutting noise as his cock twitches against your hand, and he bucks his hips to gain any kind of friction he can.
“Do you want to cum for me that badly, Clark?” You tease, rubbing your palm up and down his length without wrapping your fingers around him. It’s the bare minimum, but the pressure and warmth of your hand is enough for him to frantically arch into your touch. “I really thought you’d hold out longer.”
Clark releases a broken whine into the room as, fucking finally, your fingers wrap around his girth. “I just want to taste you,” he whispers, voice raw. You look at him, head tilted to the side, as tears begin to well in his eyes. “Please let me make you feel good?”
You bring your free hand to cradle his cheek, and he curls into the touch like a cat. “Poor thing,” you croon at him, head tilted to the side as you observe Clark’s brimming tears. “So needy for me. Lay down and let me use your mouth, lovely.”
You make quick work of removing the cuffs from his wrists, and the moment the click of the lock confirms he has your permission to use his hands, he’s grabbing for you. His large hands grip your waist, yanking you up, settling your cunt over his mouth. Readjusting his hands to spread you open above him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, he sighs dreamily.
Clark’s closed lashes are still wet with his tears as he takes a long, slow swipe of your wetness from over your underwear first. His moan of relief is audible as your taste touches his tongue, the groan vibrating across your clit as he pushes the panties to the side to bury his tongue in you.
Your squeak of delight escapes your lips before you can stop it, grinding down onto his mouth with a firm hand in his hair. Clark doesn’t eat you slow and patient, and he doesn’t take you apart the way you’ve spent hours doing to him— No, he devours. He takes your cunt with his tongue in a way that makes you almost fucking giddy, eyes rolling back as you rock into the warmth of his waiting mouth.
“So fucking obedient.” You manage to gasp the words, breathless as Clark’s brows knot together in focus. He looks blissful as he nods absently, too lost in the taste of your arousal in his mouth, syrupy slick and dripping down his throat. “Such a good boy, Clark, so fucking good for me. Just like that.”
Clarks hums into your pussy for a moment before fixing his focus on your clit, mouth closing around the swollen nub as he sucks. Your orgasm is sharp and jagged, running through you like a train as both hands find his hair. You collapse against him, fingers tight in his curls to the point where you’re grateful he needs a his damn laser-vision to cut it himself. It’s an anchor, a tether, anything to keep you sane and grounded as you ride his mouth. You’re panting now, still rutting against his mouth as you turn back to stare at his poor, still-leaking cock.
You lean back, turning off the vibrator and wrapping one hand around his cock. Clark cries out against the wetness of your cunt as you touch him, stroking his cock with tenderness. Your fingers tighten as they stroke over the textured ridges of his length, and Clark is back to whimpering into you. His sapphire eyes are wide now, fixed on yours as you stroke him off slowly, his tongue still working your clit. His gaze softens the longer you take with each stroke, his previously rushed and desperate licks becoming slower, more appreciative as he savors the reverence of your touch.
You stroke his hair back from his forehead with your free hand, still stroking his cock with the other. He’s lost to his dreamy-eyed subspace, half-lidded as he stares up at you. “Do you want to come with me, Clark?” He nods lazily, continuing to coax you closer to cumming on his tongue yet again. “I need your words, lovely.”
Clark pulls away from your clit, dazed. “Please finish with me?”
You smile down at him. “Cum for me.”
Clark fractures instantly at your words, dragging your cunt closer to his mouth to muffle the sound of his sob of relief. The sound of his orgasm is enough to send you careening into your own, rushing through you as your grip tightens on his cock. He shudders as he finishes into your hand, seed spilling out over your fingers as you wring each and every drop out of him. You ride out the rest of your high against his tongue, soft sighs slipping past your lips as the fluttering in your lower stomach finally settles.
You’re both spent and panting, and even with lightly shaking arms, he manages to move you down to sprawl across his chest. You can see the blissful smile on his face as he lies on his back, eyes closed, arms wound around you. You bring one hand to cradle his face again, kissing his opposite cheek. “You did so good for me, Clark. Always so good,” you promise. Your words are full of tenderness and reassurance, a reminder that you’re just as much his as he is yours. “I love you, Clark.”
His breaths steady and slow down more at your words, and the grin on his face widens further. “I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for taking care of me.”
You plant another sleepy kiss against Clark’s cheek as he holds you closer. “Of course, Superman. Someone has to.”
This year I have decided to create my own Kinktober prompt list and share it with everyone! There are three options every day and hopefully you can explore and entertain kinks you may not know you have!
Please feel free to share and use the list below. Or the header! This is only for anyone 18+ years of age, minors - please do not interact. Please feel free to tag me in any and all Kinktober stories that you post, I’m eager to read them. Have fun and have a wonderful Kinktober!
Shibari // Gun Play // Pet Play
Gagging // Overstimulation // Toys
Daddy/Mommy // Threesomes // Wax Play
Nipple Play // Biting // Object Insertion
A/B/O // 69 // Formal Wear
Prostitution/Sex Work // Underwear // Tentacles
Bath/Shower Sex // Sensory Deprivation // Temperature Play
Masochism/Sadism // Fisting // Begging
Anal // Cock Worship // Praise Kink
Boot Worship // Ageplay // Size Difference
Frottage // Weight Gain // Spanking
Bondage // Knife Play // Cock Warming
Monster Fucking // Dirty Talk // Object Insertion
Glory Hole // Humiliation // Suspension
Cuckolding // Face Sitting // Sex Toys
Double Penetration // Handjobs // Leather
Hate Fucking // Pussy Slapping // Medical Play
Pegging // Tit Fucking // Hair Pulling
Deep Throating // Role Playing // Somnophilia
Blood/Gore // Glove Kink // Drunk Sex
Rimming/Analingus // Masturbation // Breeding
Sex Pollen // Orgasm Delay/Denial // Strap Ons
Gags // Fucking Machine // Erotic Dancing
Oviposition // Edgeplay // Ass Worship
Lactation // Collaring // Mirror Sex
Group Sex // Seduction // Costumes
Forniphilia (Human Furniture) // Breath Play // Infidelity
Flogging // Watersports // Body Swap
Exhibitionism/Voyeurism // Frottage // Role Reversal
Hi love! I was wondering if you were okay with doing some han solo x reader stuff? something something brat tamer han who bends you over the pilot’s seat in the Falcon. Feel free to get wild with it thank u!
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pairing: han solo x fem ! reader.
content warnings: brat ! reader x brat tamer ! han solo. penetrative sex (p in v). edging/denial. slight exhibitionism if you squint? some light spanking/impact play. could be interpreted as fwb if desired wink wink. possibly ooc han (apologies)
author note: happy saturday, here is a little han solo brat tamer drabble for you! not proofread ✨
When Han had asked you to accompany him to a meeting with a client in Cabrini Blight, the last thing he expected was for you to start playing fucking footsie with him under the table. You smiled and spoke so confidently, wholly engaged with the conversation at hand while you dragged the toe of your shoes up behind his calves.
And the smile you gave him? You knew what you were getting into. He knew that it would ruin him.
The minute you’d stepped back onto the ship, Han’s hand came down on your ass. Hard. The surprised noise that passed your lips only made him grin harder, the same hand returning to your ass to knead the flesh. You wriggled out of his grasp, laughing as you rushed your way down the long, arched hallways of the Falcon. You could hear the steady, grounded thud of his boots behind you, taking his time as he rounded the corner into the cockpit. You had already made yourself comfortable in the pilot’s chair— his chair— when he finally caught up to you.
You’d wiggled your fingers at him, swiveling in the chair without a care in the world, smiling as if you hadn’t already carved your fate in stone by trying to disrupt his meeting with your flirtations.
Which led you to now, with you spread out in Han’s beloved pilot’s chair, split open over his cock. It had been hours of this, sequestered away in the cockpit while he edged you into damn near fucking oblivion with his fingers, his tongue, and now his cock. He stares at you almost curiously as he drags his thumb across your clit, watching your hips jolt up in response. He maintains firm, measured circles with the calloused pad of his thumb, head tilted to the side as he watches his cock slip in and out.
“Han—”
“You know,” Han interrupts you, switching to using two fingers to massage your clit. “You sound so fucking pretty when I edge you. When you’re begging to cum and acting so nice for me.” He sighs half-heartedly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world besides edging you. “It’s almost a shame I can’t just keep you like this, y’know?”
There’s this look in his eyes. It’s the same one he gets when he knows he’s going to win a game of sabbac, or when he’s sealed a clever deal with someone. You recognize it well: the look of satisfaction, reckless and undeterred from his ambitions.
“You could just let me cum?” Your voice comes out more strangled than you anticipated. Please, you think to yourself, unable to bring it to your lips.
Han tilts his head like he’s considering a genuine proposal, weighing the risks, deciding how to proceed with you. “Maybe after a few more times…”
You feel the whimper rise in your throat as his thumb fingers quicken their pace on your clit, rougher, enough to make you grab for his shirt. “Wait—” You’re close to coming far too quickly already, your hips bucking up to him, forcing his cock deeper until he pulls out suddenly. “Fuck!” You snap, fist slamming the cold metal of the chair.
An eye roll. Unfazed.
“Apologize.” Another painfully slow drag of his cock back into you. “Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you cum.”
“What?” You narrow your eyes at him.
“Apologize for being a brat during that meeting and I’ll let you cum.” He pulls out again, leaving the tip barely inside. He stares down at the arousal smeared against your inner thighs as he continues to drag his fingers across your clit. “Come on. Two words. Let’s hear it.” His hand comes down against the side of your ass, sharp enough to leave the skin warm and red when he rubs it. “Say, I’m sorry. Better yet, I’m sorry, Han.”
The arrogance of this man, this royal fucking asshole. The audacity. The fucking sheer stubbornness. The—
Han sinks back inside, pulling your hips back to meet the thrust as he does. You can’t stop the noise you make as he does, your hands snapping down to brush his abdomen. “Oh, fuck, Han—”
“Apologize.” He kisses your cheek sweetly, picking up a rough but steady pace with his thrusts. “Apologize to me.”
You will yourself to shake your head, to ignore his request. All the willpower in the world couldn’t save you now, losing yourself in the sensations of Han. You savor the roughness and depth of this angle, the way his fingers feel against your clit, the feeling of his lips against your neck now. You bring your hands to cover your face.
“Say it.”
“I’m sorry.” It’s a rushed whisper behind your fingers as he pushes in as far as he can. He pulls back, intrigued by the faint words.
“Oh?” You can hear the grin in his voice, even shielded behind your hands. “You’re sorry?”
“I apologized, now please, just—”
Han adjusts you, humming to himself as he bends you over the side of his chair. He grips the cheeks of your ass firmly, smiling to himself, taking his sweet fucking time with you. He sinks in, leaving a kiss on the space between your shoulder blades. “Just what? Make you cum?” He picks up his painfully perfect pace, hitting every mark, every spot you need him, everything he was neglecting.
He picks up the pace and gathers your wrists at your lower back, guiding you back against him. Tears prick in your eyes with the overwhelming sensation. “I know, I know, I’ll take care of you now.” You flex your fingers, pulling your hands into fists until your nails dig into your palms. You’re shaking with the effort of holding back for so long, desperate to have him finish what he started, to feel him lose himself as much as you have.
“Han, please. Just, oh—” It hits you too suddenly, and your toes curl. “Han, Han—”
“Go ahead,” he quickens his pace with his fingers, releasing your wrists as you melt into the chair. “Cum for me.”
You slump, quaking under the weight of the release, muscles spasming from holding back for so long. It’s sweet and delicious and floods over you, leaving you smiling and drunken as Han finishes right behind you. You bat your lashes at him, smiling wickedly, savoring the dreamy warmth of your post-orgasm haze. You lift a loose finger in the air, victorious even in your fucked-out state, your delirious grin widening further.
CONTENT WARNINGS. oral sex (f ! receiving). wlw. top ! zatanna. mentions of degradation. exhibitionism / voyeurism. includes p ! links.
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ZATANNA, who loves watching you put on a good show for her while you ride a toy. maybe, if you’re obedient enough when it comes to her instructions on how fast or how slow to fuck yourself, she’ll fuck you with her tongue or strap after.
ZATANNA, who can’t get enough of your pretty pussy in her mouth + her magical fingers deep inside of you, ruining you until you can’t find words.
ZATANNA, who adores the way your mind goes fuzzy + your eyes get glassy when she praises you for how wet you get when she touches you.
ZATANNA, who loves seeing her fingers pressing down on your tongue until you drool and whine for her, begging for her strap down your throat instead.
ZATANNA, who thinks you look too fucking irresistible when you take her strap from behind, when you’re melting into her bed and desperate for release. she loves seeing you bent over the side of her canopied bed, or across the desk in her study.
ZATANNA, who loves making out with your dripping cunt like it’s a full time job, devouring you until she’s pussy-drunk off the taste + sound of you coming for her.
ZATANNA, who loves how badly you need her, anytime, anywhere. she craves your hands + mouth on her skin, no matter where you two are, + she’s more than willing to use a few tricks up her sleeve to steal some privacy.
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— WRITING GUIDELINES.
FANDOMS I WRITE FOR !! dc ( dcau, comics, arrowverse/cw, vertigo, etc ). marvel ( agents of shield, avengers, nmcu, mcu, x-men, comics, etc ). arcane. star wars ( most if not all eras ). plenty of book series ( shatter me, quicksilver, acotar, crescent city, throne of glass, etc etc etc ). critical role ( vox machina, mighty nein, bells hells, campaign 4 / aramán, etc ). avatar & legend of korra. cross-fandom polyam ( ex. marvel / dc crossovers )
and many more !
WHAT I WON’T WRITE FOR !! celebrities. pedophilia. scat / vomit. zoophilia. suicide or self harm. eating disorders. abuse. non-con.
this is a space for me to write freely + for fun! it’s a good creative exercise for my brain <3 i won’t take it personally if it’s not your cup of tea, but i love connecting with others and writing requests. be kind + respectful :)
— REQUEST GUIDELINES.
when requesting please make sure to indicate the character(s) you'd like me to write for + the scenario! you can be as vague or as detailed as you'd like. multiple partner reqs welcomed :)
i will mainly do concepts + drabbles. one-shots + extended works are happily welcomed upon request as well - just ask !
i have every right to decide not to fulfill a request if it doesn't follow my request guidelines or if it simply doesn't spark any inspiration. if i’m not comfortable writing for the character requested, i might answer or write the concept with another character in their place!
