Studies in Compulsive Shipping

Unhealthily obsessed with fictional beings

[edgebug]

"wholesome" and "pure" are not antonyms of "sexual" btw

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

reblog if you’re anti censorship and against harassing real people over fictional characters

[captaincrusher]

Me filtering out kinks I don’t like on AO3. 

[yenayaps]

Rose Garden Dreams; Torn At The Seams

Pairing: FireLord!Zuko x RoyalAdvisor!Reader

Content: contrary to popular belief, the fire lord can't have everything he wants. however, even he’d admit that what he wanted was troublesome in itself, which is why he forces himself to be okay with having you by his side as his advisor. [tw: MDNI, angst/fluff/smut, apothecary diaries coded, so much yearning and longing, porn with plot, there is no power imbalance he’s afraid of your father, zuko’s a little shit tho, we’re already married in his head] wc: 4.8k

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“You want me to do your hair?”

His lips twitch, fighting back a smile. “Yes, precisely.” 

You sigh as you step into the man’s chambers, walking up to the vanity that’s more fitting for a queen, in your opinion. If only people saw this side of the fire lord. Zuko, the pretty boy. He has zero insecurities over the scar his tyrant of a father left on his face, but he’d faint at the sight of seeing too much hair shed on the marble floors of his bathhouse. 

“When you decide to have me summoned like this, do you ever wonder, hm— what would her father think?” you ask as you grudgingly pick up the boar bristle brush and begin to brush his hair. 

“I do,” he dryly responds. “I like the way you do your hair, though, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell on me. You wouldn’t want me getting in trouble, right?” 

Zuko might be the fire lord, but he still has to watch his relationships with the other clans in this nation— especially with a certain hot-headed strategist that just so happens to be your father. You can only imagine his outburst upon learning that his daughter is playing with the lord's hair, rather than playing your role as his advisor. 

Most fathers would be pleased by the information— not yours, he’s a little more… strict. He already doesn’t like him from a joke made over a decade ago, suggesting you’d make a fine concubine, which wasn’t taken lightly. 

Your father threatened to usurp the throne, sending a chill running down a then 21 year old Zuko’s spine.

There was no way in hell he’d hand you off to the imperial palace to become a concubine. You’re the only child of his that inherited firebending. If your father had it his way, you’d be a warrior, for fucks sake. 

Lord Zuko may have a dry sense of humor at times, but you have your doubts about how much of a joke that statement was, especially with how much he likes to bug you throughout the day.

Perhaps another conflict should erupt— the man has too much time on his hands. Maybe then you’d fulfill your fathers wish of finally working in the military— put your talents to use, as he’d say. 

But would Lord Zuko allow the gentle hands running through his hair to commit such violence? Or would that be when he’d draw a hard line with the aggressive strategist? 

As progressive as he is, you sometimes wonder just how much it extends to you. Even as children, he’d go easy on you during trainings. He’s only grown softer with you as the years passed. Despite not being a concubine yourself, you wouldn’t be surprised if he saw you as one of the flowers in his garden— one he’s not allowed to touch. 

You slide the hair stick through his headpiece, securing the top knot he had you redo. It looks the same, but you hold off on making a comment. “Is that better?” 

“Much better.” His eyes meet yours in the mirror, lips curving into a sly smile. “Now— what are we doing today?”

We. You hate how much he likes to emphasize that at times. 

“Well,” you sigh. “Aside from the usual council meeting, nothing much. Perhaps you can visit one of your concubines today… for once.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Are you saying I don’t fuck my concubines enough?” 

“Precisely,” you say almost mockingly. 

It’s all they ever complain about, and honestly, you’re sure you would, too, if you were one of them. Having to wake up and sit around all day, waiting for a man who never comes. And on the rare occasion that he does, he doesn’t stay long. He’ll show up, fuck the shit out of you for a couple rounds, then leave right after. Allegedly. 

“Don’t you want an heir?” you ask. 

“Depends,” he hums. 

With the way he’s looking at you, you can already tell what it depends on, and it has nothing to do with his current concubines. Lucky for you, he never gets the chance to actually say it because he gets interrupted right after, putting a conversation you’d rather not have to a screeching halt.

“The council is waiting for you, my Lord.”

—

The silk district was notoriously known for two things: brothels and bandits. It was the wild, wild west compared to the other districts in the capital due to high crime and the growing wealth gap. The governments always kept a watchful eye on it, which was never enough in your opinion. 

Are you surprised to hear that an entire brothel, including the madame, was discovered to be slain and robbed in the early hours of this morning? Absolutely not. 

“Send more military officers to patrol the area,” the chamberlain says without hesitation. “We’ve been too lenient with them. If they want bloodshed, we’ll give them bloodshed.”

Yikes, he wants to rule the area with an iron fist when they’re already clearly struggling. You can’t help but think of how much of a dictator this guy would be if he were in Zuko’s place. 

You make eye contact with the lord, who’s sitting at the end of the table right next to you. In that brief moment, he notices the concern in your eyes and gives you a subtle nod. 

“Perhaps we can send more public aid?” you suggest. “They’ve been testing out a new rehabilitation program in Republic City as well. I’m sure the Silk District could benefit from—“

“Nonsense,” the chamberlain cuts you off, wondering why you’re even here right now— he thought you only assisted in matters within the court, not outside of it. “I-“

“Careful,” Zuko interrupts the man rather playfully as he continues to read through the scroll. “That’s the military strategist’s daughter you’re speaking to.” 

The comment makes you nearly roll your eyes, knowing the only reason why he said it was because you’re having to constantly remind him yourself when he gets too close. 

The chamberlain, however, straightens up immediately. You have no idea why it took him this long to realize it. He’s been here for nearly over a year, but at least he knows now. The chamberlain can be quite rude at times, you wouldn’t want him to slip up with your father in the room. Not only would that earn him an earful of insults that are as creative as they are hurtful, but it’d also be embarrassing on your part. 

That old man embarrasses you enough when he’s around. Following you around like a lost puppy after meetings, asking if you’ve eaten and if your superiors are treating you right, while side eyeing the fire lord himself. You’d agree so yourself that he has too much power in the court. He enjoys holding it over everyone’s head even more. It’s sickening, really.

You look at the chamberlain, who is now pouting, and offer an apologetic smile. “May I continue?” 

“Yes, of course,” the old man nods, struggling to hide his shame.

Always one for games, Zuko finds himself suppressing a laugh, which in turn makes the chamberlain’s slouch worsen. He’s grown to find more and more amusement in his daily tasks, a trait his father would definitely disapprove of— good thing he’s not here anymore. 

The rest of the meeting went by as smooth as it could be, with the fire lord, of course, praising the chancellor in the end for being so well behaved, pretending to wonder what could’ve changed his usual demeanor. The usual teasings, all while you once again found yourself thinking of how light he’s become. Even after receiving such upsetting news, he stayed calm while finding a solution. 

A humane one.

No longer the grumpy, angsty boy you grew up with. He’s actually quite charming. But you keep that to yourself.

The palace grounds are empty, as they should be during the afternoon. Everyone’s off either eating, napping, or tending to duties such as cooking or cleaning. It’s quiet, surprisingly peaceful. Your footsteps echo throughout the breezeway as Zuko defies the basic etiquette of walking ahead of you as a ruler should. Instead, the bastard walks a little slower than you. If given the opportunity, he’d turn it into a mini competition of who could walk the slowest, up until you both come to a full stop, with him looking at you all smug. 

“Your chambers are this way,” you remind the said bastard as if he’d already forgotten. 

He doesn’t bother to look back as he responds, walking down a gravel path leading directly to the flower garden. “How about we take a detour today, hm?”

You watch him for a moment, waiting to see if he’d stop. He doesn’t, and you shouldn’t be surprised by it. You’re able to catch up with him in just seconds given his slow pace, this time not bothering to walk behind him as he’s clearly in the mood to be extra stubborn today.

You’re all alone and away from the hearing distance of anyone else, yet you still choose to speak quietly as you start to gently tease the man. “What a surprise to see the king taking some time to enjoy his garden.” 

He lets out a soft laugh that fades into a hum. “Only around a select few.”

“Oh, wow,” you pretend to be impressed. “How charitable.” 

“It’s an honor that you think so,” he says, placing a hand over his chest to add to the theatrics, trying not to laugh once again. “Tell me, when was the last time you walked through here?”

You hum as you walk further into the sprawling garden filled with wooden arches covered with green vines and flowers in full bloom. “Can’t say I actually remember when.”

“That’s a shame. I had the gardener plant new rose bushes,” he murmurs. “Wanted to ask what you thought of them.” 

“I think they’re lovely,” you admit, softly pinching a petal, rubbing your thumb over the velvety skin.

He smiles. “I figured.” 

They were your favorite after all. 

Why is he like this? The garden’s already filled with enough flowers. A new section wasn’t needed. 

Again, he’s just bored.

In an attempt to keep the conversation from getting any more personal, you change the subject. “Are you looking forward to your trip to Republic City?” 

At the end of the meeting, it was decided that he’d visit with the purpose of getting more information about the new rehabilitation program the city was rolling out. While the chancellor wanted to take a more aggressive approach, he decided to take a more peaceful route. It’s admirable how hands on he’s chosen to be since taking his father's place. 

“Mhm. It’ll be nice catching up with some old friends while I’m there—“ he cuts himself off and looks at you with slight suspicion, “you’re going, right?”

You never said you would, nor did you want to, honestly. It’d be nice to take a break. “I’m sure you and some of your subordinates can handle it.” 

“Weren’t you the one who came up with the idea, though?” his tone slightly clips as he reminds you. 

“I was,” you respond tentatively, taking back your thoughts from earlier as you look him in the eyes. 

This man looks like he’s about to throw a fit. 

Zuko opens his mouth again, already knowing he shouldn’t be this pushy towards you, of all people, but he is far from perfect. 

So with a forced smile and all the resolve in the world, he murmurs, “you’re going.” 

You smile back despite feeling an annoyed heat creep up your neck, heart starting to pick up. “Alright.” 

—

Imagine being the fire lord, a literal ruler, and getting the cold shoulder from your own advisor. Every answer is so curt and clinical, and it’s going to drive him up the wall. 

Yes, my lord. Of course, my lord. Apologies, my lord.

Give him a fucking break.

As if you weren’t punishing him enough, you went ahead and had two of his concubines “accompany” him on the trip. It’s not like he can say no to that, either, since it’s considered to be one of his duties. Not to mention they both come from high-ranking families that would not be very pleased to hear of their neglect. 

So now he has to deal with two spoiled, pent-up brats hanging on him during the entirety of this flight, all while trying not to glare at the biggest brat of them all— you, as you sit directly across from him, reading probably what’s some pathetic romance novel.

This is fucking ridiculous. You haven’t looked at him once since you first sat down.

You’re no better than him. There was a strike of lightning in the direction you walked off in, and given how it was a perfectly sunny day, he’s pointing his finger at you for the damages done in the east wing, despite keeping his mouth shut on the matter. Complain about being dragged to Republic City all you want, but you still have it better than most. If you really did have it that bad, you would’ve been punished for such an offense. 

Like, seriously? Blowing shit up, like a fucking child— a terrifying one, to be frank, you are absolutely your father’s daughter— just because you had to do your job? Grow up. His grandfather’s statue was shattered in the midst of it all, thanks to you. You’re lucky he never liked the bastard.

In protest, you’re dressed like a noble's daughter rather than a member of the court. Wearing the finest silk and adorned in gold imported from the Earth nation, quietly refusing to represent your actual nation as you claim to be representing your clan— proof that you have enough power on your own to be acting like he’s actively denying you of basic human rights.

As if he even cared about your attire. Be his guest! You look fucking hot. Someone might even mistake you for one of his concubines, and he might just not correct them, since you think you’re more petty than he is.

Zuko gets pulled out of his thoughts when Concubine Aika speaks, still leaning against him and rubbing on his chest. She asked what book you were reading, which is when you finally looked up from it. 

“It’s sort of an adventure novel.” You look at the cover, speaking to her with a certain warmth you’ve been depriving him of. “It’s about a girl escaping an abusive orphanage once she turns 18 and follows her journey for the next 10 years.”

So now you’re fantasizing about leaving him? Good luck with that. 

“You look troubled, my lord,” the woman to his right, Concubine Saiyo, says. She’s leaning against him as well, now tracing her fingers along his jaw. “Are you alright?” 

“M’fine,” he murmurs, trying to fix his face as he takes a sip of sake. “It’s been a long flight.”

“There’s a private cabin you can retreat to, if you’d like,” you suggest, going back to your little book, missing the way you just made the lord’s eye twitch. 

“I know,” he says. 

It’s his airship. 

Without warning, he gets up from his seat. Was it a little rude? Perhaps. But surely the two women beside him could understand what feeling hounded could do to someone. They don’t, they do their jobs and get up as well, which he understands. However, Zuko’s not in the fucking mood right now and waves a dismissive hand. 

“No need,” he curtly says, making his way to the back of the airship. “I just want to close my eyes for a bit.” 

. . . . . .

The trip starts off strong with a banquet being held in honor of the fire lord's arrival. 

Contrary to Zuko’s wishes, nobody’s stupid enough to mistake you for one of his concubines. At least not within the circle of people you’re mingling with tonight, who all recognize your family's crest engraved on your hairpin. 

They were an ambitious bunch that spread all over once Zuko came into power— reaching amongst the highest positions within the military, medicine, and even education. 

Funny enough, your position in the court was nothing special in comparison to some of your relatives’ achievements. Some are even bothered by the fact. Being the first of all your cousins to master the art of firebending, being your grandfather's favorite solely for bending lightning with the same grace as he did in his prime, all while excelling in your studies. 

All of that potential, just wasted on being the lord’s “pet”. 

You don’t have much of an opinion on the disappointment some of them have expressed in the past, though it would’ve been nice if their words had stayed behind closed doors. You didn’t want to hear any of it. If you truly wanted to make use of that said potential, you would’ve worked directly under your father as his subordinate. 

Maybe it was the result of growing up feeling like you were enough. You have nothing to prove, and quite frankly, you’re content with having a role that really only requires you to share your opinions with a ruler that shares the same ideals as you… for the most part. 

If only he’d also agree that you two spend way too much time together. 

Luckily, you’re not required to be by his side tonight since you’re attending the banquet as a representative of your clan— something Zuko had no clue about until the moment you stepped onto the airship, which had him looking like he was about to blow a fucking gasket. He absolutely sucks at masking his frustrations. You’re surprised his concubines still had the courage to cuddle up with him. He looked like he was 2.5 seconds away from throwing you off the ship mid-flight. 

Zuko would never do that, by the way, but you’re sure he was daydreaming about it. 

But even then, with all the distance between you tonight, you can still feel his eyes on you. Just watching and waiting for you to do something he didn’t like. Very masochistic considering how he wouldn’t confront you if you did end up doing something wrong in his eyes. 

You spend the entire night avoiding eye contact, which isn’t too hard given how all you’ve done is catch up with old peers from school and relatives who’ve decided to move here to start new lives. 

The relatives you got along with, that is. 

You were enjoying yourself. Truly. Until Sokka called you over to their table. 

Funny how Zuko wasn’t looking at you then and was instead stuffing his face with spicy dumplings, then downing it with whatever liquor was in his cup. 

You walk over with two thoughts running through your head— please don’t let this man be as drunk as Sokka and Aang, and don’t let this be a conversation about how work was been. Sokka tends to ask those things at the wrong time, despite his heart being in the right place. 

This time around, it’s not Sokka.

“How’s our flaming hot lord treating you?” Aang asks, throwing an arm around a very drunk Zuko, who’s laughing his ass off over the avatar’s words for once. 

Your lips may have twitched a little, as well. Only because Aang gave even less fucks when in an inebriated state. 

“Oh, you know— the usual.” You let out a lighthearted laugh, and only you notice the way Zuko’s face momentarily drops. 

The air around him quickly screams ‘don’t fuck with me’, then settles back into something more suitable for someone who’s already had half their water weight in alcohol. 

“C’mon, you can do better than that,” Zuko forces out a laugh, leaning back in his seat. 

You laugh a little harder. “Can I?”

“Yeah, you can.” 

Sokka lets out this weird, giddy gasp because he loves drama, and cuts in. “Are you two fighting?”

“No.” 

“No.”

You and Zuko look at each other after shutting down Sokka’s question at the same time. The fake smiles you’re wearing are not helping your case at all. 

“Where’s Katara? I’ve been wondering where she’s been this whole time,” you ask in an attempt to keep the energy between you from getting any more awkward than it already is

Aang grows a little pale— the instant karma feels nice. “She’s a little sick tonight.” 

There’s a bit of fear in his voice. She’s totally pregnant. Not that you say that. Instead, you just point in some random direction behind you. “That’s terrible— my cousin actually just mentioned a bug going around. I hope she feels better soon.” 

“Thank you,” the man lets out a sigh of relief, allowing himself to be delusional for just one more night. 

“What about Toph?”

“Home. Asleep.” Sokka rolls his eyes. “She’s like a little old lady now. You’ll see her tomorrow, though, she’s been volunteering at the center.” 

“Volunteering or beating everyone into submission?” Zuko murmurs, and they all erupt in laughter. “She probably runs that place like the military.”

You find yourself starting to zone out as the conversation moves on to a different topic. You’d like to blame some of the wine you’ve been sipping on throughout the night for that. Everything starts to melt together— the live music, the endless chatter in every which direction. The only thing that pulls you out of it is seeing another one of your cousins who had just arrived, waving at you, and you don't shy away from taking that as an opportunity to excuse yourself. 

Aang and Sokka were as kind as usual when you said your goodbyes. Zuko, on the other hand, was harder to read through the pathetic excuse of a smile he gave you. One only meant to save face. 

If only he knew just how much worse he makes things sometimes. Although they’re rare, this isn’t the first fight you two have been in. Perhaps you have been a little petty towards the man, but it’s not you who grows so frustrated at someone’s anger that you begin to hold a grudge yourself. 

You arrive back to your room in the early morning with the regret of not cutting yourself off from the drinks sooner than you did. You wouldn’t say you were drunk, but you were definitely tipsy as you started to shed layers of clothes and jewelry to get in the hot bath that had been prepared prior to your return. 

Aang may be childish at times, but fuck was he a great host. Or maybe it was Katara who had all of these amenities set up for you. Candles and bath salts— you could die a happy woman right now as you settle into the stone tub, taking deep breaths, letting your muscles relax. 

Twenty minutes in, you hear rattling and heavy footsteps that seem to hit the ground with more confusion than the determination an attacker would usually have. It forces you to leave the warmth of your bath, slipping on a robe. Getting hit with annoyance rather than fear may be a little foolish. Overconfident, even. But there’s still alcohol running through your veins, and you aren’t the pride and joy of your clan for no reason— you can absolutely hold your own in a fight. 

When you walk out of the bathroom, you come face to face with exactly who you were thinking of.

“Fuck,” he looks away for a moment, regretting his decision thinking it was okay to just walk in. 

Zuko didn’t think you’d be bathing, for some odd, stupid reason. Judging by the fact that he’s still wearing his usual day clothing and his hairs not up in a bun, it’s safe to assume he went straight here after leaving the banquet. 

You let out a long sigh. “God— what are you doing here?” 

You don’t even sound mad— just disappointed that you have to see him once more before you lay your head to rest, which slightly hurts the man’s ego. Truth be told, he came here to argue with you, but even in his drunken state, he’s finding it quite difficult to do so since he looks like a fucking pervert now. 

“Your comment from earlier— what the hell was that about?” Zuko sounds more wounded than anything right now. 

You cross your arms, leaning against the door frame that connects the room to the bathroom. “What comment?”

“The usual,” he says with air quotes. “Do you not like me anymore or something?”

“You’re seriously asking me that right now?” Your face twists, just dumbfounded at this point. “You ask me that as if I don’t work for you?”

He scoffs. “So what, you’re saying I’m not your friend now?”

“I mean, yeah— you are, but I’m still your subordinate at the end of the day,” you attempt to spell it out for him, trying to get it through his brain that he can’t just act like you two are a pair of besties. 

But he just continues to argue with you. 

“Really? ‘Cause last time I checked, people don’t fight their superiors.” 

No, they do not. You’re not sure why you even tried to make that an argument, the line between you has blurred a long time ago. 

“You know what, just— forget it.”

The thing is, you're not the best at taking accountability. Most of the arguments you’ve had with him have been swept under the rug after a while. Zuko's not having that right now, though.

“Hm— actually, no— I don’t think I will,” he stubbornly says. “You have been punishing me for fucking weeks now and now you just want me to forget it?”

Punishing him?

You roll your eyes, muttering “oh my god” under your breath, not even bothering to look him straight in the eyes anymore as you walk to the nightstand and pick up a small jar of body cream. 

“We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” you say dismissively, rubbing the jasmine-scented cream into your hands. “I need to go to sleep, and so should you, honestly.”

It doesn’t matter how well he can handle his alcohol— he reeks of it. 

“I’m trying to talk to you right now so I don’t have to deal with your attitude tomorrow,” he says, as if he hasn’t had an attitude himself the last couple of weeks. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to,” you murmur back. 

What feels like minutes pass after your pathetic attempt to settle your issues with him. At first, he just lets out a sigh, trying to keep his composure, but then he laughs under his breath. 

“So that’s it?” he asks in a condescending tone. “We’re all good now?”

“Yes. Goodnight, Zuko,” you hum. 

More silence follows after. You can just feel his eyes on you despite still facing away, now reaching for some hair oil, waiting for him to leave.

He never does. Even after working the product into your hair, you have yet to hear the door to your room close, making you grow wary. 

There are many things telling you not to turn around at the moment— your blurred mind and tensed body. But even you make mistakes, lots of them with Zuko, and so you finally turn around. 

His lips are on yours. 

You don’t know how long he’d been standing directly behind you, you never even heard his footsteps. All you know is his hands are snaked behind your neck and he’s kissing you and you’re letting him.

It takes you a moment to realize you’re kissing him back— too focused on how soft his lips are, how his tongue glides across your lower lip before slipping inside, so commanding yet so gentle. 

Then you sober up— pressing your palm flat against his chest and pushing him back so you two can look at each other, eyes wide and filled with instant regret.

“What the hell was that?” you try to snap at him, but the sharp edge was dulled from the start, already fearing what’ll change between you from this moment forward. 

“I— fuck,” he stutters, taking another step back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

Immediately, you cut him off. “No, you shouldn’t have and you know that.”

“I know.” It sounds like a plea coming from him as his chest tightens. “I’m sorry.”

Even you start to look apologetic, which breaks his heart a little since you did nothing wrong. The one who crossed the line was him, after all. “You should go. You’re drunk.” 

He opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it shortly after. There was nothing to say. 

And so he slowly nods and turns around, still in shock by his own actions as he begins to walk away, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of what the fuck just happened on your own. 

This was going to be the longest work trip of your life. 

notes: i hope u guys enjoyed this first chapter!! this was supposed to be a oneshot but then ideas kept popping up in my head and i thought, why don't i just turn this into a longfic like defiance lol. the plan is to follow these two around throughout a couple arcs, with the first one being them trying to navigate their feelings and attempting to go back to normal while trying to fix the shit show in the silk district.

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it’s only the first chapter and im telling y’all this is THE zuko fic. if you disagree, no tf you don't. lock in and read it, NOW.

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Contains: zuko x wife!reader, smut, p in v sex, missionary, mating press, he's down bad but also kinda dom so switch!zuko?, belly bulge, dirty talk, overstimulation in general, praise, breeding, lil dabble

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He was overstimulated and his skin was burning yet he would rather drag a dagger into his chest than stop moving his hips. Because at the end of the day, how dare he? How dare he leave his wife all alone for the first time since they got married for days to go to neighbouring nations on boring political councils?

You had your legs wrapped around his waist locking him in place. Putting all your might into only letting him move out if he was going to give you his long achingly deep thrusts in return. He had cum twice already, didn't take long considering the fact that at this point he has been trained to only cum when you were present. He was dizzy at this point, squeezing his eyes shut as he held onto your hips and not only fucked into you but lifted you up slightly to fuck you onto him. The raise gave the perfect angle for his tip to kiss your cervix and make you gasp with every thrust like you're experiencing it for the first time.

The huge fireplace in your bed chambers crackled and somehow it looked cold compared to the burning sensation of your impending fourth orgasm. You whined and arched your back. Zuko felt your lower back curl in his hands, making him move one to slide it from your hip, pass over your stomach and sternum and cup your jaw. He was gentle but steadfast in his grip as he moved your thrown back head to face him.

"I'll never do it" he said out of breath looking into your eyes. You clenched around him making both of you moan. "Fuck" he groaned, "I'll never go far from you, I'll never go where I can't reach and touch this body". His words made you whine. He make his thrusts somehow rougher, deeper, harder. "Don't ever wanna leave this pussy" he said looking at his cock stuffing you full. With soft whimpers and tears prickling on your lash line you shook your head. "Never, never letting you go," his heart(and cock) thumped at your honey voice. "Want me to stay here? And pleasure you, my wife?" he asked teasingly as if he wasn't just as much of a mess. "Always wanna be full of you, all of you" you said, nodding.

He moved, rough and quick. Throwing your legs over each of his shoulders, making you feel his biceps press on the underside of your thighs. And he bent over. Oh shit.

The new angle made his cock, not kiss your cervix, but start bruising it. You felt impossibly full and content. Screaming out your husband's name without shame. His head leaned down kissing you deeply drinking in your loud moans and returning to you his down deep groans with the occasional breathy whine.

One of his hands stayed angeling your legs so they don't slip off his shoulders. The other stayed on your jaw tilting your face to deepen the kiss and shoving his tongue in your mouth.

His thrust weren't robotic- just in out, in out. He used his abdominal muscles to curve his hips into you. He not only thrusted in but also up. The drag and the sensitivity made you both whine helplessly like you weren't the ones doing this to each other.

"So deep...fuck, you're- oh fuck, so deep" you whispered between whines. He nodded running his hands across you, from your face to your hips, enjoying the feeling of your body twitching from pleasure. His hand stopped before it could reach your hips though. Stopped on your stomach. Right below your belly button. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Oh my fucking god" he whispered, genuinely trying to compose himself. You were too lost in your pleasure to hear him but you felt it. You felt his palm press down slowly, letting him feel how his cock was hammering into you even better. You let out a gasp, followed by a whimper at the feeling of the bulge that formed everytime your husband bottomed out into you. "I told you it's-" you couldn't finish your sentence.

"Wanna have this all the time" he said. Was your husband not making sense anymore? "Wanna fill you up so nicely" Oh. Oh. "Even when my cock isn't inside this perfect pussy I want it to have my cum deep inside" he kept talking while still thrusting, mouth inches from your face, you felt the honesty in his hot breath.

"Wouldn't you want that, baby? Want me to get you nice n' full?" You could only moan and helplessly lay your palms on the muscles that formed his v line that tensed with every thrust. But you nodded. Nodded and looked him in the eyes. That's all he needed to cum again.

He slammed into you, cumming as deep inside as he could, making you feel every wave of his orgasms. He continued in quick shallow thrusts, filling you up.

But not before dipping his fingers in his mouth. Getting his middle and ring finger wet and then tilting them towards your mouth. You opened your mouth feeling the wet digits slip inside, welcoming the needed distraction. After a how bobs of your head he pulled them out and dragged them down your body. Leaving a wet trail between your breasts and down you body while looking directly into you eyes, watching them follow his wet fingers. They reached down to gently rub your clit while his orgasm was still going, cum still spilling inside you.

You immediately clenched and arched from his actions. Letting out stuttering moans, your toes curled, "Close..I'm clo- fuck I'm gonna cum" you said hurriedly almost out of breath. Borderline panicking at how fast your orgasm approached. "I want nothing more from this life than to watch you cum around my cock, my love." Those words were your demise. With shaking thighs and twitchy hands you screamed, your back arching off the bed as your climax hit you with no mercy.

"That's my girl, fuck, that's it" he said stroking your thighs as you calmed down.

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jinx recovery era you're so special to me

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If you like yandere Caine or Caine/Kinger aka Royalteeth here's a new fic 🙂

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23. Size kink/hyperspermia - Vi

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Warnings: g!p Vi, size kink, hyperspermia (excessive amount of sperm), overstimulation, gentle!top!Vi, slightly possessive Vi, slight manhandling, creampies, sweet talk + praise.

"Fuck look at you, dove. Stretching nice 'n wide for me yeah?" Vi's hands had a bruising grip on your hips as she pounded into you from behind. It was her favourite position having you face down ass up- she loved seeing your cheeks jiggle and clap with each thrust and it gave her the perfect veiw of her cock stretching you out.

"It's so fuckin' big Vi o-ohhh fuck-" your hands fist into the sheets as you take it, all you can do it take it. Over and over. With each thrust you could feel her girth stretching your little hole impossibly wide, each ridge and vein dragging along your inner walls, the tip of her cock bumping against your cervix as she buries herself deep with each thrust, grinding and rolling her hips each time she bottoms out. "Too b-big ohhh fuck Vi-"

"You can take it dove, I know you can dove gonna fill you up nice and full yeah?" The mere thought of Vi filling you up had you whining and clenching around her. Vi had a condition called hyperspermia, which menat she produced way more cum than average, and when it was inside you? It felt like literal gallons. "Gooood little dove, knew you wanted me to fill ya up, dirty girl."

Vi's hands traced the curve of your ass cheeks, groping them and spreading them apart as she used the for leverage to pound into you even harder. Each time her hips jackhammered into you her balls slapped against your clit, creating delicious friction which was sure to send you over the edge soon enough. "Such a pretty thing ain't ya baby? Yeahhh my pretty girl." Vi's own moans were pornographic, deep and throaty.

You didn't need to tell her how you felt about them, your cunt strangling her cock said it for you.

"Nghhh Vi please- ohhh I'm gonna..." your pleas morphed into needy whines and moans as you let go, your inner walls contracting and squeezing her cock as your release seeped out around her shaft. The wet squelches of her thrusts bounced off the walls as her own hips stuttered as Vi finally let herself spill inside you. "Godddd damn dove- feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this-"

Despite being buried as deep as possible, her seed continued to spill out around her length, white, creamy cum dribbling down between your folds making an absolute mess as always.

Vi wasn't finished though, no she liked seeing you completely mindless.

Sex with Vi was always messy. Always. Her cock was so big it really stretched you to the limit, as wide as you could go so everytime she came or you came it would always spill out because you were so stuffed full of cock it had nowhere else to go. Which was why the wet slapping sounds of her balls smacking against your pussy lips only got louder and louder the more she carried on.

It was obscene, really. White strings of cum kept you two connected even when Vi pulled out so much that her tip was barely in before she thrust haed and buried herself deep again. Along with the squelching sounds of your cunt sucking her fat cock back inside even if you really felt like you couldn't take anymore.

"You're mine ain't ya dove? Looking so pretty covered in me, gonne be wearing and smelling like me for days baby, look at you-" Vi couldn't help but moan at her own words when she looked down at where you two were connected, her pink tufts of pubic hair soaked with both of your releases, clumped together and sticking to your ass cheeks with each pump of her hips. How puffy and red your hole was as she dragged her thick cock in and out, over and over again, your swollen lips dragging along her shaft was honestly her last straw.

Yes, she just came. And yes, she will again. Vi adores her girls pussy, whether it's eating it, fingering it or being inside it. She'll never be able to get enough.

By now you were drooling onto the sheets, mouth hung open with small, pathetic moans escaping every so often. That's all you could muster. Mindless, completely and utterly mindless was the only way to describe how you felt, there was no begging for more or less, no trying to crawl away and escape her invading thrusts. It was simple, all you could do was take it.

You felt the familiar warmth seep through you as Vi spilled her load deep inside you again, even if it dribbled out just as quickly. What can Vi do? She just wants to stuff you full and she'll keep trying over and over again until she can get it to stay inside your pretty little pussy. Even if it takes hours...

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My Kataang heart was BURSTING

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Katara has many regrets in life but giving her boy the Jinshi Haircut is not one of them.

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THE JINSHI HAIRCUT!!!

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Sharpshooterrrr

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Two sides of the same coin :3

[lesmerri]

PAIRING: Caitvi x Reader SUMMARY: Your wife recently got a camera fitted into the buildings elevator for more security so you and Vi just have to take advantage of it. CONTENTS: nsfw, smut, yall are married to each other, modern au, elevator sex, voyeurism (c watching through the camera), vaginal fingering (r), oral sex (r), mirror sex (kinda), dom!vi, hints of dom!caitlyn, vi is kind of a perv, you all live in a penthouse together, canonical vi fumbling (we love her).

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˖᯽ ݁˖ Merri’s Notes. . . This is the longest fic I’ve wrote on here so far, give it some love lmao.

Vi is such a bad influence on you.

You needed to go shopping, the food in the penthouse running low because of how long the three of you had spent just lounging around with each other on Caitlyn’s week off.

Could you have just got someone else to do it for you? Yes, you could. But you liked being able to do it and you needed to get some fresh air out of the house, not that you’d ever complain about being there with the two of them.

Vi had insisted coming with you. Caitlyn having said she needed to ‘get back into the flow’ with work and Vi sat there watching her work for about five seconds before deciding she was going with you.

It went exactly how you expected. The list suddenly turning from a simple twenty-five items to over thirty and shoved into multiple bags in the backseat of the car. Vi having thrown stuff in the cart at random, a pack of gummy bears making it into there at one point even though you’re pretty sure there’s a pack in the nightstand on her side of the bed. You let her, you had also added some things you didn’t need into the cart.

The drive back wasn’t too long, the both of you spending most of it loudly playing music and arguing over who got the pick the songs as per usual.

You groaned, leaning back against the elevator wall as the doors closed behind you and Vi. Your gaze strayed to the pile of bags in the corner, the very long receipt tucked in the top of them. The reason you both had taken a lot longer than you had promised Caitlyn you’d be.

“I’m blaming this on you,” You say, looking towards Vi whose eyes are scanning over the buttons on the wall. “It’s the top one, funnily enough.”

Vi rolls her eyes, pressing the button for the penthouse and leaning against the wall also. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She taps her fingers against the wall, watching the number slowly go up above the door.

… 1

… 2

… 3

… 4

Just before the number hits the fifth floor, her hand slides over to the buttons again and hits the bright red one. The elevator comes to a stop almost immediately, making you grab onto the handrail against the mirror.

“Vi, what are you-“ you start confused, trailing off as Vi walks closer to you, leaning against the mirror with her head tilted against it.

“Cupcake got new cameras, y’know.” Vi states, eyes drifting up towards the corner where a sleek new small black camera sits. Unnoticeable unless you knew it was there. Her eyes flicker back to you with a smirk.

“No, no way.” You say firmly, shaking your head at the sight of it. “Anyone can see us through that.”

“Nah,” Vi says candidly, “Only cupcake has access. Perfect huh? She’s probably already clicking away on that laptop of hers to see what the hold up is.”

It’s true, she probably is doing exactly that.

Your eyes stray the camera again, Caitlyn could be watching you both right now. Her eyes squinted at the screen as she watches Vi crowd you against the elevator wall and trail her lips up your neck as her hands settle on your hips.

She always keeps an eye on the cameras at any small interference. Making sure the three of you remain unbothered and safe.

“Give her a little show?” You say, tilting your head back against the wall to give her more access, looking up at the camera through your eyelashes. Your hands slide under Vi’s shirt, one moving up to her breasts to squeeze one through her sports bra.

Vi huffs out a small laugh against your neck. “Now you’re getting it.” Her hand slides down to your jeans, fiddling with the button to undo it quickly making her fingers slide off it multiple times.

You laugh taking your hand out from her shirt and batting her hand away to undo it yourself. They’ll probably be someone wanting to use the elevator at some point so it is best to hurry up a little.

“Shut up.” Vi huffs, but her lips quirk up anyways before her hand is down the front of your underwear and her lips are on your neck again.

The footage on the screen is clear, the specific camera model giving a live option with sound included. Caitlyn squints at the screen, Vi’s body shielding the sight of her hand down your pants from view but she has a pretty good idea of her actions based on the moans coming from your mouth.

She leans back in her chair with a huff, more amused than anything, not taking her eyes off the scene. Nothing she hasn’t seen before from her two wives but the elevator is certainly new.

She checks her watch, about thirteen minutes after they said they’d be back. She’ll give them five minutes before going down there herself. After all, she does enjoy the view.

Your hand grips Vi’s shoulder as her fingers lightly circle your clit, her lips kissing up the side of your jaw to your lips. You moan into her mouth as her tongue slides past your lips, her fingers move from your clit and through the wetness collecting in your underwear and she groans into your mouth at the feeling.

“So wet for me and we haven’t even started yet,” Vi mutters, pulling her mouth away to rest her forehead against yours and look down at her hand.

The lack of space is clearly annoying her as she tries to move her hand around. She huffs out a breath and pulls her hand out making you whine at the loss of feeling before she tugs at the waistband of your jeans, yanking them down to rest around your thighs.

Your jaw drops slightly as she drops down to her knees in front of you. You’re really gonna do this here in the elevator aren’t you?

Your question is answered as Vi grabs your hips and pulls you closer, kissing your clit through your underwear before sucking it lightly. Your breath hitches as she practically buries her face into them, licking over the slight wet patch forming on the front of them.

“Vi…” you let out a quiet groan, looking towards the camera again before back down to your wife. “Please…”

“Please, what?” Vi teases, running her finger down the middle of your underwear and kissing your skin just above the waistband. “What do you want, hm? Tell me.”

You whine, your head lightly hitting the wall behind you and tilting to the side slightly. You are immediately faced with the mirror fitted into the back wall of the elevator. Your face flushing at the sight of Vi kneeled down in front of you with her hands on you and her eyes staring up at you loving and waiting as you stay silent.

Her eyes follow your gaze, catching you staring at her in the mirror and she smirks. “What? You like that?”

You roll your eyes and look away, she’s totally gonna file that in her mind judging by the look on her face. But for later, not now.

Now, her eyes move back to your face. “So? What do you want? C’mon babe, use your words for me.”

You sigh, looking down at her. You know she doesn’t care about anyone wanting to use the elevator. She’s gonna be down there on her knees until she gets what she wants from you. “Fuck— just… touch me already.”

Vi raises an eyebrow at you, resting her head on your thigh close enough to your cunt that you can feel her breath through the damp fabric covering it.

“Please.” You relent, looking away from her to not give her the satisfaction.

“Hm, that’s better.” Vi hums before her fingers are hooking into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them to rest with your jeans, and her lips are on your clit.

Caitlyn watches the screen in barely disguised shock. Shock at the audacity you both have to fuck in her elevator whilst she’s in the same building waiting for you both to come back. But is she surprised? No. No she isn’t.

She pulls up the live video on her phone, the quality being the highest she could’ve bought, leaving the laptop open on her desk before making her way out of the room and towards the elevator. She leans against the wall opposite once she arrives, holding her phone in her hand as she watches Vi bury her face in your cunt.

She can wait. She can be patient, unlike her wives clearly. Able to keep her hands away despite feeling the slight wetness in her own underwear from watching and listening to the moans leave your mouth as Vi’s fingers move to join in.

Your hand grabs the metal rail against the mirror as Vi teases your hole with her finger, her tongue working relentlessly on your clit making you unable to hide the small breathy moans coming from lips.

“You taste so good, fuck, you always do.” Vi breaths out against the bundle of nerves before she’s taking it back into her mouth and sliding a finger inside you, curling it expertly. She always acts like she’s never tasted you in her life, and oh she has. Many many times and never fails to disappoint.

Your other hand comes down to thread through her short hair as a choked moan leaves your mouth.

She knows all of your sweet spots on point from being with you so long. Her tongue flicking wetly over your clit and her finger grazing that spot inside you. It makes you grab her hair a little tighter and slap a hand over your mouth to contain the loud sounds wanting to come out.

Vi pulls back from your clit, her finger slowly to small lazy thrusts inside you. “None of that. You want cupcake to hear you, no?” She tilts her head towards the camera with a smug look before flicking her eyes back up to you and sliding a second finger inside you, watching your eyes flutter as another choked sound leaves your mouth.

The thought of Caitlyn watching and listening to you right now makes your face heat up and your walls tighten around Vi’s fingers.

She huffs a slight laugh, “That’s more like it.” before diving forward and sucking on your clit again, speeding her fingers up until a wet smacking sound fills the small space.

Caitlyn tries to keep her composure but she can’t help but breathe a little heavier at the sight on her phone. She looks around her making sure there’s no one around.

Realistically no one other than the three of you have access up here unless she allows it but she’s not risking anyone hearing the sweet sounds coming from your mouth. No, that’s for her and Vi only.

Her hand lingers at the edge of her shirt, wanting to touch but having the control to wait. Though, she can’t take her eyes off the sight of the slick pooling around Vi’s fingers that are stuffed deep in your cunt.

Now, you can’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth as Vi’s fingers pound into you. Your head thrown back against the wall as your hand tightens around the metal rail.

Vi pulls away from your clit, a small string of spit and slick connecting it to her lips. She licks it off, moaning at the taste. She looks up at your face, smirking at the sounds coming from you. “That’s my girl.”

She looks back down to your cunt, glistening with her spit and your wetness. She groans, licking a thick stripe up your slit and licking over your clit, moaning around it as she does so.

“Oh fuck, Vi…” You moan at the feeling out it. Your moans only seem to spur her on, her fingers quickening their pace inside you as she ravishes your clit in her mouth, her tongue moving rhythmically against it until your legs are shaking beneath you. She holds your hip tighter in her hand to keep you upright as your walls start to tighten around her fingers.

Vi slightly goes over in her head whether or not to pull back, to draw it out longer, but her knees are starting to hurt on the hard elevator floor and she can feel her own wetness pooling between her legs. She has no doubt that Cupcake will be waiting to deal with the both of you the second you’re finished so she cuts you some slack. For once.

She pulls her mouth away for a moment, temporarily replacing her tongue with her thumb, rubbing tight circles across your clit. “You gonna come for me?

You nod rapidly as your muscles keep twitching with every thrust. “Yeah… yes, yes. Please, Vi, lemme— fuck— lemme come, please.”

“Oh, well since you asked so pretty.” Vi murmurs before sliding her thumb off your clit and sucking it into her mouth determined to make you come right then and there.

And she does. The feeling of her fingers curling against your spot so perfectly and her tongue scraping over your clit shove you straight to the edge. “Vi… Vi ‘m gonna…”

Vi doesn’t answer, not letting up on her administrations against your cunt until your vision whites out and your orgasm rushes through you. Your legs tense up and choked whimpers leave your mouth as you tighten around her.

She keeps her pace as you come, working you through it despite having to push a little harder into you to not be pushed out. Not that it’s a chore for her. She only slows down once your legs start to calm down and you slump against the elevator wall breathing heavily.

She slowly pulls her fingers out of you, shoving them straight into her mouth to clean, humming at the taste.

Your eyes catch her in the mirror again and you watch her pull them out of her mouth, her eyes stuck on your leaking cunt. And then she moves forward. “Vi, wait-“

You groan as she licks over your hole, slowly cleaning the mess left there. Her eyes closing in pleasure as she tastes all of you, swallowing it down like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. You’d think so judging by the look on her face.

Only once you’re mostly clean does she pull away, her chin and lips shining with your wetness. She slides her thumb over her lip collecting some before licking it off. “Y’think she liked it?” She looks up towards the camera.

You let out a puff of air, looking at the camera also. You honestly forgot you were most likely being watched by your other wife, which wasn’t even a full fact. She might not be at all. You still shudder at the thought, you’d definitely know when you see her if she did or not.

Vi stands up and grabs your jaw between her fingers and pulling you into a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on her tongue as it sides against yours. Your hands rest on her hips as she pushes closer, putting her other hand on the wall behind you and caving you against it.

That’s when the elevator jolts, starting up again. The number moving up the floors.

… 5

… 6

… 7

… 8

“Looks like she did.” Vi laughs, pulling away to stand against the other wall and watching as you grab your underwear and jeans to quickly yank them back up.

You huff and shake your head, quickly doing up the button. “You are so annoying.”

“You liked it.”

“Clean your damn face.”

Vi smiles cockily and licks her lips, swiping her fingers over the thin coat of slick around them. “Nah, might leave it there. A little present for our dear cupcake upstairs.”

The elevator comes to a halt at the top floor, the doors sliding open— oh yeah, she definitely saw, watched even.

The sight of Caitlyn leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, watching you both with her eyebrow raised and a look on her face that gives nothing away making you swallow nervously. Vi doesn’t seem to feel the same.

She saunters out of the elevator, “Speaking of…” she walks up to her, kissing her deeply on the lips just like she did to you a second ago. Lingering to let Caitlyn get a taste before filling away and trailing her hand off her shoulder.

You slowly walk out of the elevator also, not looking at Caitlyn as you follow Vi into the penthouse.

Vi looks over her shoulder towards her, “You coming cupcake?”

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Skateboarder!Vi teaching you how to skateboard thoughts

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Thinking about her letting you try it by yourself first, standing back with her arms crossed. Totally having wayyy too much faith in you, or maybe she’s just used to it being easy.

Until you, who is quite nervous because you know you’re about to make an absolute fool of yourself, push off and the board practically flies from under you making her throw herself forward to grab you before you hit the ground.

Then she stays close. Her hands hovering over your waist until eventually she just holds you. Your hands on her shoulders for balance, blushing because of embarrassment and because of how close she is to you.

At one point you get the hang of it, leaving her jogging alongside you holding your hand. Sometimes she makes you pause to push her foot between yours to correct your foot placement.

By the time you can do it without holding her hand, something you’re kinda sad about, you aren’t nervous anymore because you know she’ll catch you if you fall.

[marioandluigigi]

( 🗯️ ) thinking about… jinx who draws all over your stuff… and you.

( 🗒️ ) content warnings : kissing , licking , mentions of weapons and shimmer + silco’s operations and drug runs , nsfw content :: slight perv! stalker jinx , tribbing , cum play ,

jinx ! who draws all over your weapons or rather ‘customises’ them. you got a new gun? it’s covered in pink and blue. new staff? it’s got monkeys all over it. she’ll even name them for you and write both her name and yours on them.

jinx ! who draws hearts in every photograph she finds of you. whether it’s a childhood photo or a photo she took of you while you were asleep in her hideout. it’s no anomaly for you to find photos of yourself taped to her walls and covered in little hearts. sometimes, she’ll even write something on top of her doodles like ‘jinx was here’, or she’ll draw two arrows, each pointing to each one of you with your names on top of it, or whatever nickname she likes to call you atop your head with a pink arrow pointing at your face.

jinx ! who loves painting your skin. if you have tattoos she’ll color them in, sometimes even turn them into something else, something that will make it known to everyone around you who exactly had their paint and their hands all over you. if you don’t, she’ll still paint and draw all over your skin, maybe she’ll paint her own tattoos atop your body so the two of you are matching.

jinx ! who loves diy-ing both her clothes and yours. she’ll pick up clothes she doesn’t use anymore (or steal them from somebody else) and cover them in new fabric and paint. jinx !who, will make two almost identical articles of clothing so the two of you can match. she’s especially proud of herself whenever someone looks at the two of you sideways and she gets to hold you just a little bit tighter, a smug look painted across her pale face.

jinx ! who has a stuffed animal of you. she first made it before the two of you became an item. something she could hold on to. she’d even follow you around and get your actual clothes and accessories (maybe a pair of underwear you left forgotten on the floor of your room and she snagged it to get your actual smell on the doll) all to make the little stuffie closer to the real thing. now, she still has it, she doesn’t spend as much time with it as she once did (because now she’s got the real you to cuddle with anytime she pleases) but she still likes to keep it around, for when you’re not close to her. whenever you spend a long time away from her she’ll even talk to it, like it’s really you, you’ve caught her a couple of times.

jinx ! who writes your name everywhere: on the walls of the shady alleyways of zaun; on her equipment, her guns, her bombs and her blasters; underneath silco’s desk (which he found a couple of days later but said nothing, only sighed and made yet another allowance for jinx’s hijinks); on the walls of her hideout; on herself; on her clothes and even on her notes. you’ll find some incredibly detailed plan for some form or the other of weaponised hextech and you’ll see ‘jinx + y/n’ on the corner of the page, with a bunch of hearts surrounding both of your names (yours always having more hearts than her own).

jinx ! who will draw on you when you’re asleep. you’ll both fall asleep at the same time, jinx either clinging to you like an octopus or sprawled on top of you like she owns your skin. but then once you rise from your slumber you’ll be covered in blue and pink paint, if she found the time jinx will even paint your nails in the same colour as hers.

you wake up, alone, in jinx’s bed, your hands reaching instinctively for her only to come up empty, the place on the bed that’s usually occupied by your blue haired girlfriend is icy cold; you rub your eyes and sit up only to be welcomed by the piercing noise of jinx’s drill and the back and fourth swing of her chair. you remove your hands from your face only to be met with blue and pink nail polish covering your previously bare nails. but that wasn’t the only change, your arm was covered in blue-ish drawings very similar to the ones on her stomach and your hair now had one singular blue strand matching jinx’s own hair colour.

you get up and walk towards her, examining the rest of her handy-work on her broken mirror. there was also a kiss mark on your neck, a matching one on your cheek and another on the space between your eyebrows. your other cheek was covered in black marker with the name ‘jinx’ hastily scribbled on top of it.

jinx, still engrossed by her work, her face still sporting her work goggles, seemed to be unaware of your presence behind her. you decide to examine her for second, noticing that she had one singular strand of hair (similar to the blue one that you now possessed) that matched your own hair colour.

you reach down and pinch her neck, causing her to turn around, work goggles still firmly planted on her face, and smile at you. she lifts the goggles onto her forehead, her blue hair and now new colourful strand of hair falling down and framing her pale face. “heya there, toots.” she greets happily, before jumping off her work chair and coming up to stand right in front of you, not touching, but so close that your breaths start mingling with one another. “sleep well?” she asks.

you pointedly ignore her question and opt for gesturing to your entire body instead. “your work?” you question, rhetorically, you knew it was her work, you just wanted to hear her say it.

jinx nods, her head bobbing up and down while an almost sweet smile takes place where her devious smirk usually lives. “you like it?” she asks, sweetly, her eyes never leaving yours, looking for confirmation that you weren’t mad at her.

“yea.” you respond, one of your arms circling her waist and pulling her impossibly closer, until both of your center’s were touching. “I like it.” you finish your sentence by meeting her lips with your own.

jinx, wraps both her arms around your neck, kissing you with a mix of passion and sweetness, she grinds her core against your own, her tongue poking at your lower lip until she’s allowed entrance to explore your mouth, her tongue laps at yours ferociously before she jumps on top of you, circling your waist with her stripped pant covered legs and making you walk backwards until you’re sitting on top of her vanity with her licking into your mouth.

jinx ! who draws pictures of you whenever she’s missing you. maybe silco sent her on a boring mission, one where she’s sitting on the cargo hold of one of his ships, guarding his precious shimmer from the firelights and she’ll start drawing pictures of you and her holding hands on the barrels of his cargo.

jinx ! who doodles on your skin when she’s bored, overwhelmed or even horny. sometimes the both of you are working and she’ll abandon whatever she was working on to turn her full attention to you instead. at first it starts innocent, monkeys, moths and butterflies start appearing on your arms until her drawings shift to her and you. if you keep on ignoring her, her drawings will start to become graphic.

“jinx!” you exclaim, flabbergasted, after looking at what she was drawing on top of your skin.

“what?” she asks, innocently, her eyes meeting yours for a single second before returning to the foul doodle on your skin.

“you know what!”

jinx scoffs, but her movements remain undeterred. “what?” she asks, annoyance coating her voice. “you don’t play with me.” she pouts.

you sigh and look at the graphic drawing that she made of the two of you. “is that what this is about?” you ask, your brows joining together while creases start appearing on your forehead.

“took you long enough, genius.” she complains.

you roll your eyes and get on top of her, your eyes scanning her face for signs of discomfort or hesitation before pulling her purple pants down, along with her underwear, you do the same to yourself until you are both bare from the waist down, you move on top of her until both of your legs are locked into position and your pussy is touching hers, but you don’t move, not yet.

you reach down and speak into her ear. “you know, if this is what you wanted, you could’ve just asked.” you tease, still motionless on top of her, but you can feel jinx’s wetness starting to coat your cunt.

jinx squirms underneath you, her head hits yours playfully as she tries to get some friction. “but what’s the fun in that?” she argues, still squirming underneath you.

you lock your lips with her own before you start grinding your hips against hers, your wetness mixing with hers while your clits bump and drag against one another. jinx whines into your mouth, the kiss becoming more of a coordinated exchange of saliva rather than a proper one. jinx’s movements are erratic underneath you, fast and relentless as she chases her high. you move your arms, planting each one of your hands on each side of her head, before using the new position as leverage to grind your clit agaisnt her own. jinx whines and moans into your skin before coming into your cunt, her wetness mixing with your own and making you reach your high right after hers.

jinx keep grinding into you, this time out of sheer need to remain close to you rather than making herself come. her cunt moves against yours, spreading her slick all over your skin while she nuzzles into your face. jinx hums and whines, almost purring like a cat, her legs wrap around you while she continues her gentle motions against your pussy. her hands come to cradle your face, her fingers dragging across your skin before her lips come to pepper gentle kisses all over your face.

jinx ! who loves playing with your cum, after the two of you are done she’ll get off you and reach inside your pussy to drag your wetness all over her skin and her face until it reaches her lips. jinx ! who makes a show out of licking your slick, whether it’s straight from your cunt or out of her fingers… or yours.

jinx ! who gives you various little drawings and doodles throughout the day. she’ll either tape them to your clothes or give them to you by folding them and placing them in your pockets. if she’s feeling inspired she’ll even write little things on them and turn them into mini letters, her messages will range from something so incredibly cheesy that no one in all of zaun and/or piltover would ever believe that it came from her or something like ‘you look like an asshole’ while the both of you are stuck listening in to one of silco’s meetings.

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