hiii a humble tf141 req here 🤲 the guys seeing reader use a weighted blanket and being confused/jealous/etc. there’s no place for a weighted blanket when reader has her massive and built partner to snuggle and lay on her!!
w/ gn!reader
Simon “Ghost” Riley is tearing the weighted blanket off of you without a word, falling like a dead weight on top of you afterward, squishing you into the bed/sofa/floor/wherever until you’re gasping “Simon I can’t breathe.”
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick is confused (and a little hurt) that you didn’t ask him to be your blanket. He’ll mope, stare down at you like his gaze will somehow awaken you to his ire, and he might pace about. But he’ll eventually settle, snuggling against you as big spoon, muttering under his breath about it.
John Price isn’t going to do shit. That man is leaving you alone or going to bed without you because how dare you not ask him.
John “Soap” MacTavish is backing up for a sprint. He’ll fly through the air, arms outstretched, dog piling you without notice because he’s a menace.
toph finding out how you touch yourself, her hand cupping over your fingers as they fucked into your weeping cunt. her breathing picks up, surprised at how quickly you’re going, but you aren’t usually this desperate, especially with this girl kneeling over you, staring off somewhere between your legs, her mouth slightly open, shocked but amused at the feeling of the flick of your wrist.
“fuck,” she laughs quietly, low and steady in her throat. “have you always been this pathetic, or is it just for me?”
the words hit meaner than they should, especially because she says them while guiding your hand to slow down. toph’s head tilts, cloudy eyes fixated somewhere below your stomach, listening instead. listening to the wet schlicks of your fingers, to every shaky inhale you try your best to swallow. your other hand scrambles to find toph’s bicep, gripping solid muscle as you feel yourself slipping.
she didn’t even have to touch you, and she had you like this. had the nerve to act clueless when she asked if she could feel how you touch yourself. just want to know if i’m doing it right, she says.
“yeah?” she murmurs, mock surprise dripping from her voice when your body jerks. her thumb presses over the back of your hand, pinning your movements in place for a second just to hear you whine. “you like it when i pay attention to you like this, baby?”
and the worst part of it is she genuinely sounds fascinated by it.
nodding like your head might come off your neck, toph feels it and laughs, leaning closer until her forehead nearly bumps yours, her breathing starting to match your own. greedy girl that she is, you can practically hear the smirk when she says,
So the is is dream anon again! And I realised what if Viltrumite Mark accidentally has pet owner moments with his feral human?
“What’s in your mouth? WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH?!”
Dumb but I was cackling
all marks have pet owner moments, or they are a pet owner. viltrumite mark doesn’t outright say you’re his pet, but in his mind you’re something similar. the “what’s in your mouth?” is frying me i know he’ll be so worried about certain alien foods that can kill you. mark is extremely sensitive to you just eating whatever meals he eats, he knows his stomach can handle the transition, but mark wants to make sure you take baby steps.
i wouldn’t be at all surprised if you tried what seemed like a strawberry and mark starts silently freaking out, staring at you. every hallway you walk down he’s right behind you, or he’ll try to accompany you in the bathroom. mark doesn’t know what personal space is anymore, you’re his now and he wants to protect what he owns.
modern day!au where gyatso lives and aang takes you to his childhood home to visit his dad. aang knows that gyatso will love you, he's gushed about you relentlessly to his old man and has said he plans on spending the rest of his life with you.
but aang is worried because despite how wonderful gyatso is, he has a knack of embarrassing aang. in the way a loving father would embarrass his son in front of his girlfriend. so aang is very much on high alert when he brings you over to meet gyatso for the first time and...
it goes swimmingly.
you and gyatso get on like a house on fire, cracking jokes with each other and bonding over shared interests. you're very much intrigued by his bountiful garden, wide-eyed and excited as he takes you through all his seasonal produce and blooming flowers. aang swears he sees stars in your eyes when gyatso peels and offers you an orange from his orange tree, happily shocked at the sweet citrus juice bursting over your tongue.
aang makes sure to say that he helped plant that tree, preening when you coo praises at him and pointedly ignoring gyatso's knowing smirk.
the visit continues going well...until after dinner when gyatso whips out an album from one of his book shelves as you all gather in the living room with mugs of tea.
"aang's baby pictures," gyatso announces, grinning and aang nearly spits out his sip of tea. "i thought you might like to look at them."
"you thought correct!" you exclaim excitedly, eagerly rushing over to sit by his side as he opens the book. "oh my goodness! aang!"
"dad!" aang shouts, horrified.
"oh hush," gyatso shushes. "there's no harm in her seeing you as a baby. you were quite adorable. wasn't he?"
you nod, beaming. "absolutely!" you squeal, turning a page before your expression crumples up from cuteness aggression. "goodness, baby, you had some huge ears, they're so adorable."
"never quite grew into them," gyatso chimes in, good-heartedly, and aang nearly dies right there; he'll never see the light of day again.
but when he sees how you and gyatso laugh together, at ease in each other's company like those in a family, aang's heart only softens further. and when gyatso calls him later that evening, his words only reaffirm what he's been feeling since the day he first met you.
"—and tell my daughter-in-law i'll make her orange chicken when you come over next time with the oranges she likes. i'll pick her a basket so she can take some home too."
Another drabble inspired by the gorgeous artwork by @dragondruk
i'll be honest, this got away from me a little hehe enjoyy <33
"Do you ever regret it?" Zuko's voice was soft in the dead of night.
"What do you mean? Regret what?" You smiled at him.
"Marrying me." He looked at you sadly.
"Why would I regret you?" You laughed, surely this had to be a joke. Right?
He shrugged and curled into the pillows. "I don't know... I just.. you could have done better. Someone who wasn't-" Scarred. He wanted to say but didn't. He knew that you'd know.
Your smile dimmed a bit. "Honey..." You leaned closer to caress his face. His scarred side, specifically. He sighed and looked up at you, letting you touch him. "Why would you ask me something like that?"
Zuko hesitated for a moment then exhaled. "Overheard the staff talking." You raised a brow. "They didn't know I was there- They were just talking."
"And what were they saying?" You asked with confusion. The staff adored Zuko, so it didn't make sense why they'd say anything mean about him. Specially after Ozai and all the ones before, they loved how kind and nice Zuko was.
"Just ... Just how beautiful you are. How in every room, you are the sun." He explained. "And that made me feel like... I'm just not good enough for you. You are beautiful. And I'm... scarred."
You stared at him in shock. "You can't possibly-"
"I do. I- Even in our royal portrait, you are stunning and-" He paused and sighed, planting his whole face into the pillow.
"Sweetheart-" You tried and he whined.
"Everyone probably sees you like you did a charity by marrying me so no other poor girl had be subjected to me." He pouted and turned his face to look at you. That made you laugh. Proper and loud. "Oh- I'm glad my misery brings you joy."
You laughed harder. "It does when the misery is so stupid. Is this really what's been keeping you moping all night?"
"You don't understand-" He mumbled. "You don't see how everyone talks about me."
"Actually- I know exactly how everyone talks about you." You kissed his cheek. "Remember when you got injured in that assassination attempt and the whole palace was distraught? And everyone kept worrying for you? Or how about when the children waited for you outside the gates to give you their drawings for Avatar Day?" You reminded him softly. "Or what about that old lady who walked miles and miles from her village just to thank you personally for rebuilding her hometown?"
"None of that means anything. I'm just doing my job." He frowned but leaned into every kiss you gave him.
"People love you, Zuko. And I happen to love your scars." You smiled, touching his cheek and then his chest. "Both of them."
"You're just saying that..." He looked away, his cheeks turning pink.
"Oh? Then maybe I should make a more assertive point." You giggled and pushed him to lay flat.
"What are you- Oh-" Zuko smiled as you straddled him, his hands settling on your hips. "Well... Maybe I could be convinced." He hummed. "You'll have to make several points, however."
"Several huh?" You mused. "Sounds very serious."
"It is. I need extensive reassurance." He sighed dramatically and his hands dragged down your thighs, only to slip under your robe and go back up again. "Would the Fire Lady be ever so kind to help out?"
"Hmmm perhaps." You pretended to think as you undid his trousers. "What's my incentive?" You cooed at him, rising to your knees while he lifted his hips to help get the garment off.
"How about eternal gratitude from a lowly exiled prince?" He smirked, slowly undoing your robe and watching it slip off your shoulders. "Mhm. Maybe gratitude that could last a few lifetimes." He said, eyeing your naked form greedily.
You laughed and rolled your eyes. He was so easy to make feel better.
"Don't burn the curtains like last time. Or the sheets." You warned him, your hand wrapping around his half hard cock.
"No promises-" He gasped softly and melted underneath you. His hands flexed and rubbed across your thighs, up your waist and on your breasts.
You bit your lip and felt yourself ache in need. Your legs were spread apart over his thighs and you desperately wanted some friction.
"What kind of night is it, my love?" Zuko asked as he sat up slightly to kiss your neck.
That was his way of asking what you wanted. Rough, soft, messy, hard- Anything you'd ask for, he'd give you. He'd give you a hundred times over.
"Soft and gentle." You hummed, giving him a light squeeze. "Definitely soft and gentle." You repeated in a whisper. "So I can show you how much you are adored."
You kissed him deeply, your tits pressed against his chest and both your hands between your bodies as you slowly stroked him to full hardness. You breathed him in as your tongue licked into his mouth and his hands tightened ever so slightly on your hips. He groaned, gently manoeuvring you both so that he was on top.
"How'd I ever get so lucky?" He sighed, kissing his way down, nipping at your skin until he was settled between your thighs. "I should pray more, I think-" He smiled, inhaling your arousal. "And this is the perfect altar."
You laughed, "I was supposed to make you feel better."
"You letting me taste you is a reward," He winked and dove into your cunt.
Licking a thick stripe then swirling his tongue around your clit, he made you gasp and whine so easily. He groaned and the vibrations made you drive your hips more into his mouth. His fingers joined his tongue quickly. Index and middle thrusted in and out of your fluttering pussy. You felt the coil tighten deep in your gut but then suddenly the feeling disappeared.
"What- Why?" You whined, propping yourself up on your elbows.
"I think I need to feel good by feeling you cum around my cock, sweetheart." He rose to his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He then tied his hair up messily and loomed over you. His broad shoulder covered your body entirely so. "Can I?" He purred, rolling his hips so his painfully hard cock rubbed across your pussy.
You bit your lip and nodded, holding onto his shoulders to brace yourself. Zuko wasn't inhumanly long but he was girthy and the stretch was always so delicious.
"Spirits- I missed this-" He sighed, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he slowly inched himself into your wet heat.
"We just- Oh- Yesterday-" Your words mingled together because of his measured thrusts.
"Yesterday was too long ago." His breathed heavily. "And prayers should be offered every day."
inexperienced!aang breathlessly asking, "am i doing it right?" as he pounds a glassy and cross-eyed you into the mattress. "p-please tell me if i'm doing it right."
the way your cunt clamps and spasms around his thick cock, gushing enough slick to create the most depraved noises is answer enough.
a/n: shout out to the anon who said we don't have enough titty play fics!
You're laying on the bed on your back, panting heavily at the ceiling. Your vision's unfocused, blurring around the edges and you try to blink it away but a clever tongue flicks at your right nipple.
A gasp parts from your lips, your back arching instinctively to push your chest towards that feeling. Your efforts are rewarded with another flick before a warm mouth covers the pebbled flesh and sucks. You squirm, trembling as that tongue swirls around your nipple to accompany the suction. It rolls it around like a toy, teeth biting down firm enough to have you crying out, your thighs clenching around a strong waist.
Your other breast receives just as much as care from lithe fingers. They pinch and pull at the nipple, roll it between a thumb and forefinger before soothing the irritation with a gentle brush. Then a large palm squeezes your breast until fat spills between the spaces of the fingers and it has you writhing.
"A-ang," you whimper, trying to move your hands before remembering they're tied up in an orange ribbon. They're placed in a way to accentuate your breasts, drawing them together to show off how perfect they look to Aang's feasting eyes. "Aang, that's, ngh, that's enough."
Aang simply shakes his head, refusing to part from your breast. He doesn't think it's enough—not yet, when he still hasn't had his entire fill. There's much he has left to do; his mouth is not satiated nor is his body and soul. Aang needs to drown himself between your breasts, bite and suck at the soft skin until your cries grow louder and your pleas increase in their desperation.
You're almost there as a tiny sob escapes you, your slick pussy pulsing a rhythm. It's starting to hurt; every lick and suck has the ache intensifying until it hurts to be empty. You need him to ease the pain, soothe it with his fingers, mouth, or cock. Anything would be a relief in this spiralling abyss.
"Please," you beg, needy and tearful, as you tilt your hips up towards his waist. "Please just touch me, I need it, it hurts."
"I know, my love," Aang murmurs, his mouth still full of your breast. "Just a little more, okay? Just a little more." He bites down on your oversensitive nipple, smiling as you convulse slightly with a shaky cry. Then he's shifting to your other breast, kissing the soft flesh before biting down with enough force to have you choking.
You're almost there.
And when he's had enough, he'll give you what you so desperately need.
Can you do more about the Sonar denying it was gay because "we both had socks on," but with a shorter chubby reader? The idea of it is so funny because everyone assumes that the reader is not Sonar's type at ALL, so everyone, including Sonar, is confused why he's so close with the reader 😭
Not Sonar and his confusion boner.
Let's say he sees you undressing in the locker room and he pops a boner while he's already in the shower, so he can't just put a towel over it yet. So now Sonar is awkwardly trying to keep his back turned to you as you make your way around until you leave.
Oh Malevola is never going to hear the end of his ranting.
Now Sonar is obsessed with trying to find out what about you turned him on. He's having to try and tuck his boner away as he tries to force himself around you at any chance he gets. At first it was to try and figure out stuff, but after he couldn't find anything then he tried to excuse it as exposure therapy in the hopes that the more he knows, the less he'll like you. But that just made his attraction for you go from purely physical to genuine.
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