Once A Fangirl Always A Fangirl

25 year old fangirl

[shopwitchvamp]

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“YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?”

I gotcha!! Comin’ right up!

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*wild cheering* /scene

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[quiteamessbabes]

Obsessed

Continuation of Omegle!Clark

Clark Kent x Female Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Content: Smut with plot. Protected PIV, realll heavy on the dirty talk. Pussy inspection (i hate that term but that was the inspo). Pussy pronouns. Both are on edge and obsessed.

A/N: Not too sure about this one!!! I mean, not sure about the writing but I like the plot. Couldn't bring myself to proofread. I read some real dirty things for research and googled a position and saw Bowser doing it??? Like I'm sorry the villian from Super Mario? On google images? It was insane. working on some more angsty pieces rn. Either way, thank you for taking the time to read my work. I really appreciate it. Love always, mani.

divider creds!

“I’m sorry the dinner was… a lot.” Clark mumbled as he opened the door to the restaurant and held it for you as you walked out, glancing back into the restaurant where the staff was still bickering and fighting. You giggled, shaking your head and took his hand as he offered it.

“Nah, it’s… dinner and a show. The food made up for it.” Clark chuckled, nodding as he took your word for it and let you guide him to wherever it was you wanted him. He’d let you guide him to the end of the earth. Clark’s crush on you had been mild until a week ago. He liked how you looked, how you worked, how you laughed, how you always measured the pages onto each other before stapling them together and how you had a small vacuum underneath your desk to collect any eraser crumbs and remains of food that hung around your desk. He thought someday soon he’d take the risk and ask you out. However, after Friday afternoon and seeing you in the place, he’d least expect you to be, something shifted. Seeing what he thought he would only get the privilege to see if he behaved really well on your fifth date. He wanted, no, needed more. Needed to discover more of you and see the full capacity of how dirty, how sweet, how good and bad you could be. Throughout the week, there was continued flirting at the office, texts and the long talks with both of you blushing in the copy room.

He wanted to behave. Even though he was horny, horny out of his goddamn mind just looking at you. Looking at you all day in a trench coat and Mary janes, glasses and perfect winged eyeliner like a model employee knowing your behaviour this week would kill someone in HR. It had probably made him absolutely crappy at his job because he could barely focus and Lois kept making snide comments making him think she knew but not sure enough to ask.

“So, wanna ask some more personal questions?” You said as you looked at him, cracking him out of his thoughts.

“Okay, yeah. So, what age did you get your period?” You laughed, pushing onto his side with an elbow that made him laugh too.

“You just lost one opportunity for trying to be funny.”

“You laughed. It was worth it.” You rolled your eyes at his smug smile.

“Ask away.”

“Okay. When was the last time you went on a date?” He sighed, looking down at you to see you looking down at your steps.

“Like… 4 months ago? Jimmy set me up. Did not work. Nothing in common. You?”

“Hmmm. Last Christmas. Mom set me up with a doctor.” You said, he gasped teasingly.

“And what happened?”

“Well first of all, he lives in Pittsburgh. And second, he talked about his coworker all the time. Think he already wanted someone.” Clark nodded, a slight smile on his lips. The air was colder than usual today and he hoped it didn’t cause any accident that would pull him away from this. From your steady hands and warm smile.

“And… when was the last time you hooked up with someone?”

“Oh, uhm, 4 months ago.”

“Same girl?”

“Same girl. We both agreed there was no chemistry afterwards, though.” You nodded, accepting his answer with no judgment.

“What about you?”

“Mmm. Maybe 3-4 weeks ago. There’s this dude, we sort of had something in college but nothing serious. But we see each other when he’s in town and yeah… it’s just like, a habit. Okay sex with someone you know.” Clark hummed, nodding and squeezing your hand.

“Favorite band?”

“The mighty crabjoys.”

“Oh… Jesus.”

“They’re good!”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty. That would have been a dealbreaker.” You teased, shaking your head with a disappointed look that made him laugh. You were finally at your apartment, you let go of his hand to dig into your purse and look for your keys. It was quiet, besides the jingling of keys and the noise from the street. But Clark’s heart was beating fast with anticipation, eyes trying to look away before he started to get hard at absolutely nothing. He couldn’t help it, he was obsessed.

“You… gonna stay there? Don’t wanna come in?” You asked and he looked back at you, standing in the hallway of your apartment and putting your purse on the table. He nodded, mouth open as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

“You okay?” You said as you opened your trench coat and watched his fidgeting around the house, looking around like someone was watching him from the outside ready to call him a pervert. He sighed, looking at you and practically whimpering.

“Yes. I’m just… I really actually like you, I have for a while and I’m trying to be a gentleman-“

“I don’t want you to be a gentlemen. We have time for that. Right now, I want you to do whatever you want.” You stepped closer to him, one hand on his chest and the other gripping his tie, pulling on it slightly like you were so interested in it.

“Be what you said you’d be if you ever got the chance. Remember all those things you said? You have your chance now. Do them.” You barely got the last part out before Clark snapped, all restraint faded and he took you into his arms, pinning you down on onto the couch before settling on top of you. You giggled as you watched him kneel between your legs, taking off your glasses and placing them on the coffee table with care. His followed and you saw the slight change from the removal. His features somehow became less defined but sharper, he looked less human… more godly. It made your breath hitch even if he had already shown you.

“Gonna kiss you. Want that?” Clark took the opportunity to tease you now, matching your smirk when you nodded and felt him lean in, at first soft and exploring, his lips were softer and plumper than you thought they would be. Does this man scrub them or something?

You wrapped one hand around his neck and pulled him impossibly closer, now fully making out with him in open mouths competing in who could eat the other first. It was a pretty close race. Your week had also been torture, Clark writing compliments on post its and leaving them underneath your notebook when you weren’t looking and lingering a hand on your waist when he passed by you like he was baiting you to jump his bones. You pulled away first, of course, Clark didn’t need air and he kept kissing down to your neck.

“Sweetheart, remember what I said?”

“Many things have been said.”

“Right. What I said about my strength?” You did. When the dirty talk faded on Saturday night, Clark told you he found himself sexually frustrated because he couldn’t let go without hurting someone. He could barely fit himself into most girls, he gripped too hard and moved to rough. You said you could handle the heat.

“Yeah.”

“I want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

“I don’t mind.” You said quickly, trying not to sound desperate because honestly, you weren’t trying to get him to break you, but you wouldn’t break. Clark was stronger than he thought at controlling himself, at being gentle when he wanted. Clark smiled as he started unbuttoning your blouse, leaving a wet kiss as new skin exposed itself every time.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to make sure we have a safe word. Because once I let loose, my restraints kind of fade.” His eyes flickered back to you as you had become suddenly warm at the face like you were afraid to think about Clark without restraints. He was such a tame guy, always soft and gentle, never taking up too much space. Seeing him come into his extraordinary body and existence was exciting you.

“Oh, okay. Yeah. Uhm, how about… coconut?” Clark huffed, laughing. “Sorry, I keep thinking about that coconut flan we had. It was so good.”

“It was, wasn’t it? Should’ve gotten another.” Clark admitted and you laughed, nodding. It was insane, you two did the “no, you have it” with the last bite for like 5 minutes before you took it into your spoon and hand fed it to him, he couldn’t say no. He finished unbuttoning your blouse and helped you shake it completely off, revealing your chest covered by a delicate white bralette. He gasped, like he never thought he’d be deserving of this image in front of him.

“Gosh, honey. Look at you. Thought you couldn’t get prettier.” Clark said as he passed his thumbs over your covered nipples, barely seeing the skin behind it but still obsessed with how the lace became tighter under your stiffening. He placed a single kiss in between them before getting your back up to take it off, one hand under you to unclasp.

“Take it off.” You said as you pulled onto the collar of his shirt and he nodded, fingers way too quick to be human as they unbuttoned it. He couldn’t stand keeping his hands off you for long. He let the shirt fall behind him, leaning back down to you and wrapping his mouth around your nipple, pulling a delighted gasp out of you.

“Do you- do you like them?” You asked as you breathed heavy, enjoying the wet feeling of his lips sucking your breast into his mouth and biting slightly. He looked up and let it fall from his lips with a pop.

“Of course, baby. They’re beautiful.”

“And you’re not just saying that?”

“What? No, I’m being honest. They’re so pretty.”

“Nipples aren’t too big?” Clark’s eyebrows crossed as if he was confused as to why you’d think that. He glanced back down and was met with the same delightful sight. They were perfect.

“No. Who said that?”

“Just- y’know… the guy I see sometimes. He once mentioned he hadn’t seen tits like that, that it was weird.” Clark huffed, shaking his head and going back down to kiss the skin that was the object of your concern.

“He’s an idiot. You’re perfect.” Clark rejected the comment as whole, kissing back down your body when he got to you slacks, sleek black office pants that made your ass look phenomenal (you knew, that’s why you chose them) and he glanced up for permission before pulling the zipper down. You nodded once more and he smiled, a kiss right below your belly button before he pulled the zipper down, fabric falling apart to reveal the matching set you had on.

“Jesus… Trying to kill me, right?”

“Superman’s gonna die at the sight of some lace?” You teased and he rolled his eyes, standing back up and climbing off the couch, offering you his hand to pull you up. You led him to your room, perfectly tidy as you were expecting him here tonight. You were tidy either way, but today you spent a little longer dusting, spritzed a little extra linen spray, hid your stuffed bunny in your closet. Clark wasted no time undoing his belt, pulling the leather from his belt loops and leaving it on the floor, watching you follow his stride and drop your slacks on the floor. Clark grabbed onto your sides, kneeling in front of you as he looked right towards what he had been craving for a whole week. It felt like his whole life though. He inhaled deep, capturing the faint smell of arousal and simple human essence, sweat and fluids that reminded him of the complexity that he was so lucky to enjoy. It never got old to him, specially when it belong to his beautiful, sweet, exciting coworker he was dying to get a taste of.

“Smell so good. Gonna let me take a look? Make sure you’ve been taking care of her for me?” You whimpered basically, hearing his dirty talk in person, in that raspy, low, almost Superman voice was so much better. He used his thumbs to pull down the flimsy white underwear, slowly caressing your leg while his rugged knuckles grazed your skin until the fabric was on the floor, kicked away and forgotten. Clark pushed your thighs back onto the mattress and led them open for him, a hiss spilling out of his mouth as he looked at what had struck him so deeply that night. It was his second time doing it; he read an article on it on a web magazine and thought the consent and the mystique of it all sounded good. But then he saw you, he knew you. He knew your hands, your manicure, the tone of your skin. He had spent time imagining how you’d moan and it sounded just like he suspected. And it was so much better in real life.

“Hold your knees open for me.” He instructed and you followed, wrapping your hands just below the knee to keep your legs folded open for his enjoyment. He leaned closer, taking his thumbs to press your lips open and let him see glistening, lonely skin.

“So pretty, geez. She’s so meaty, honey. Look at those lips. Let me check, can I check? ” Clark was entranced, an inspection he never thought he’d do. Sure, he’d seen his fair share of naked woman. Maybe even more, can you blame him? He’s tall and kind, women fell at his feet. But this, this was new. It was consuming him, watering his mouth like it was all fresh. All for him.

“Check what?” You asked in a chuckle, watching Clark lick his lips as he massaged the fat that was covering your pussy.

“Every little detail you got here, I wanna see it all. Feel it all.” You threw your head back in a giggle, murmuring ‘sure’ like you didn’t know how to react at how he was acting. You don’t anyone had ever treated you like this. You were brand new, a gift and worth exploring.

“She’s getting so wet. Think she likes my attention, look at that pretty hole. I could just-“ He stops himself when he brings his thumb to press slightly against your entrance, barely dipping to feel how your walls clench against him, begging him to go in further. He pulls his thumb out and goes back to touching everywhere else he could, around the sides of your clit and massaging the skin on your vulva, taking a mental note of how he could feel your heartbeat there when he pressed hard enough.

“You’re teasing me.” You whined, legs falling down besides him when you got tired of holding them up.

“Not. Just looking at your pretty pussy. Touching it. I couldn’t through a screen, just had to imagine what it would be like to get you like this, all pliant.” Clark responded as he finally pushed his index finger inside, wiggling around until he was fully inside, using the fingertip to trace your insides with care.

“So, so pretty. Gosh. Your clit’s getting puffy, huh? You need more?” Clark glanced at you and you nodded, mouth open and heaving as he started to pet at your clit up and down, finding the angle that made you clench down on his digit. He knew you needed more, deserved more, but he was merely getting to know you up-close before his dick got so hard it broke his pants.

“Clark, please.” You begged, sitting up while still having your legs open so he could keep his slow, torturing movements.

“You sound so sweet when you want something. Remember when you first asked me to help you with an article. You batted those eyelashes at me and I nearly came. So beautiful. Beautiful everywhere.” He whispered the last part like it was for himself, a realization that he had always found you as enchanting. You bit your lip to avoid letting out the most pathetic moan at just words but Clark glanced at you and smirked, like he knew exactly what it had caused in you. He probably did, he could hear your heartbeat.

“Making a mess in my hand, see how wet you are? Pussy’s begging for me. What do you want, honey?” He asked while looking between your thighs, making you giggle a little as he talked to your pussy.

“Want you in me, Clark. Want to see your cock up close, feel it.” You said, baiting him as you brought one hand up to his face and forced him to look up at you.

“C’mon, show me. Wanna vet it before I let you fuck me.” Clark chuckled but you clearly convinced him, pulling his hand away from you and leaving you cold, as he took off his pants and let them drop to the floor, his underwear following and he groaned from the friction of the fabric moving against him when he was so painfully hard. You gulped and sat up right, pushing yourself to the edge to take a good look at him. How was he bigger in person? You were sure he was using some really big angles when he sent you videos and pictures of himself, because he looked too big and nice to be true. But fuck, it was true.

“Fuck, Kent. You’ve been hiding this from me all this time?” You teased and he laughed, watching you take him into your hand as rub at his tip.

“Could’ve just asked.”

“Sure, raised my hand in a meeting and said -‘Perry, excuse me, could Mr. Kent please show us his dick? For journalism purposes.’” Clark went red at the implication, placing one hand on your head and looking at you.

“Funny.”

“So they tell me. Come closer, cowboy.” You said as you spit on your other hand and wrapped it onto him as he took a final step closer, calfs against the edge of your bed.

“Gosh, it seems like he wants me too. Crying for it, look.” You teased as you saw a drop of precum fall from his tip, glancing up at him with a smirk while he looked at you and kept petting your head.

“Want you so bad, honey.” He responded and kept his mouth open when he saw you lean to take a lick of the liquid falling from him, so soft against his dick he barely felt it.

“Don’t- I won’t last.”

“I don’t care. You said you had great stamina, didn’t you?” Clark nodded because he had said that, promised to fuck you for hours. And he would, he kept his word, but he wanted to cum inside your wet walls.

“I just wanna be inside your pussy. C’mon, lay down.” You smiled, falling back into your bed as you saw him reach into his pant pocket and take out a condom. He placed it on himself fast, barely giving you time to watch before he kneeled between your thighs and lined you up against him.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“Clark, right now it’s way too little.” He huffed, shaking his head at your constant baiting as he merely pushed his tip in, your smile fading into a shocked moan.

“Tell me if it’s too much, baby.” You nodded now, swallowed your words as he kept pushing in, his dick prodding into you in a way nothing else could have before. He let out the whiniest, sluttiest moan you’d heard in your life when you involuntarily clenched the second he got fully inside. Even with the barrier, you felt so warm and wet he was having a hard time moving. You could feel every ridge being filled, every vein on him pressing into you in a delicious manner.

“Oh, fuck.” Clark sighed out as he closed his eyes, focusing hard in not moving until you said you were ready. It was pretty hard, though. The edging from the last week and how divine you were had him hanging by a thread.

“Don’t curse, it’s scary.”

“Shut up.” He mumbled, leaning on his forearms to kiss your smug grin off your face. You could barely call this kissing though, it was basically breathing into each other’s mouth in awe with the occasional meeting of your lips.

“You can move.” You whispered, one hand brought up to his neck as you left one last peck and gave him the go ahead. He stayed stuck to you for a few more seconds, breathing you in before he lifted himself up back to his knees, grabbed onto your legs to push them over his shoulders and with a big groan, he started to move with deep, hard thrusts that filled the whole room. You gasped as if he was taking out the air from your lungs every time his hips met your ass.

“Tell me how you want it. I’m at your service”. Clark mewled as he looked at your face and tried to decipher if you liked the speed or needed more, needed less.

“Whatever is fine.” You whispered, pulling your hair out of your face as you watched him move. He was a vision. His hair was sweaty and falling on his forehead, chest clenching every time he pulled back as if it was begging him to stay inside. His hands gripped your thighs with care, even if they’d be bruised, you’d be happy to have this painting your skin for the days to come. His happy trail led to the meeting your bodies where the squelching was coming from, your wetness easing the stretch from his dick inside you.

“Don’t get all shy on me now. Cock got your head empty? Tell me.” Clark brought his thumb, the same one that had been teasing you, to pull on your lower lip and rest against your gums, like he was just checking what it looked like to have it inside your mouth.

“You- I told you to not hold back so much. Give me what you got.” Clark smirked, nodded and sped up his hips, cock bullying into you at a rougher speed. He was determined, not to have you take your words back but to prove to you he was a man of his word. He wasn’t fucking with you or talking you up just to have his way with you. Everything he’d said during the last week was real. You lifted your hips to meet him halfway, trying to fuck back into him even if his speed was unattainable and you’d have abs by the morning. It was perverse, the way he had you fucking back like you couldn’t possibly get enough of him and need him closer, deeper. You wanted him to interlace your lungs with his, get you two breathing the same air.

“Feel so good, baby. Just like I thought.”

“Thought about it a lot?” You were genuinely curious. How soon could this have happened?

“You really – golly, yes- didn’t notice?” You shook your head, watching him get a wicked grin as he rearranged your limbs, wrapping them around his waist and unlocking a new speed without fear of breaking your legs. He went in and out, cock pressing past every part of your insides with a perfect precision.

“Just like that- fuck, Clark. Right there.” You whined, head thrown back and your back arching off the bed when he grabbed your hips to angle you to perfectly hit your g-spot with every thrust. He didn’t need more build up, more teasing. He wanted you limp and loud and drenched.

“That’s it- let go for me. Gonna get you there again and again.” Your body felt like it was transcending, everything turned into fulness and that pressure in your pelvis that was threatening to snap inside you and make you orgasm. Clark could tell, cock pulsing in anticipation at how pretty you’d look when you came, what noises you’d do and how your body would shake.

“Cum for me, make a mess on my cock. You know you want to. Claim me, I’m yours.” It was a direction apparently because he was yours and he wanted you to make a mess. That’d be easy, your orgasm clenching out and travelling through your body like it had always belonged there, to him. You moaned loud and high, your neighbors would file a complain but you couldn’t care less as Clark kept fucking you through it, pulling small gushes of wetness from your hole as he got to his high too. Your orgasm was dragged out as much as he could, looking at you squirm under his arms when you started gripping him like a vice, milking him like you wanted all his cum. He groaned in delight when he felt his balls draining finally, his movements becoming sloppy and desperate when he tested the condom for it’s actual use. He didn’t stop, fucked you through your orgasm like he couldn’t ever stop. His hands were holding you tighter, he was looking at you with even more hunger. He knew what it felt like to fuck you finally; his body knew what yours felt like. He wanted more.

A minute more and he finally pulled out, letting your legs down to rest from the rise of them and leaning down to kiss you, sweet and tender. It didn’t feel like the thank you men did after they came, like it was their responsibility to be a little loving after using you. Clark meant it, he meant every word of appreciation and affection. His mouth was warm and soft against yours, giving you back the air he sucked out.

“How do you want it?” Clark asked, assuring you he wasn’t done in the slightest. You smiled and pecked him one last time before pushing him off you and getting on all fours, back arching and inviting him in. Clark grabbed onto your ass cheeks tight, two firm slaps like he had been waiting to do it for some time. He had. You heard your phone ring in the living room, turning around and seeing Clark become a blur as he returned with it in his hands, handing it to you.

“Oh.” You whispered, looking at the contact’s name and seeing that he had already texted you before, a simple “you free tonight? In town.” Clark huffed, reading from your expression this was probably the man you saw at times and had ‘okay sex’ with.

“Don’t need him anymore. Tell him to you moved onto bigger, better things. Don’t need a dick who doesn’t like your tits, honey. I love them.” You laughed as he coaxed you up, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek, bringing one hand towards one breast and massaging it. You neglected the call and let him watch you delete the contact, a satisfied grin taking over his face. You could feel it against your cheek.

“Good girl.” He whispered, his free hand travelling between your legs to rub onto your puffy clit in reward. You shivered, nodding and melting onto his touch.

“You like that, huh? My good girl. Knows what she wants, she wants me playing with her pussy. ‘S okay, baby. I’ll give you everything.” Clark’s words were melting you into a puddle of need, you couldn’t get wetter and more pliable. He could do whatever he wanted with you and you’d thank him.

"No coconut?"

"Not even a fibre." He smiled, applying more pressure on your poor pussy that was getting you close embarrassingly fast.

“Want you, Clark.” You whined.

“That’s right. Knew it since you opened your legs on me in front of a computer. You needed me.” Clark teased, one last kiss before he pushed you back down and filled you back up. It was lonely outside you, and he still had so much to give. He’d send a fruit basket to the headquarters of Omegle later.

[badassdemonsword]

this gif is like... almost biblical. as if hes experiencing a pharaohs curse...

[lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently]

wtf were you gonna say

[redhotarsenic]

Please respect my privacy

[lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently]

my deepest apologies

[redhotarsenic]

I forgive you

[redhotarsenic]

Anyway me when I suck that pharaoh good and hard through his scaramphigousus

[abbotsgirl99]

Easy on Me

Jack Abbot x Reader

Summary: reader doesn’t work in the medical field and always felt a certain level of insecurity because they feel as if Jack thinks they are dumb. Then one outing with Jack’s team and some comments from Jack and his coworkers all but confirms their insecurities.

Dating Jack Abbot is as fun and delicious as you would expect. He’s funny, handsome, means what he says, and the sex is out of this world. Almost everything about him is perfect. The only thing is his relationship with Robby. Robby has made it abundantly clear he does not like you and quite frankly thinks you're dumb. Jack has made zero attempts to stop him from his comments, which turns sprouts an deep insecurity inside you that Jack thinks the same thing.

When you ask Jack about his day at work, he always just tells you it was okay or it was long, but he doesn’t want to bite you with the details and that’s it. End of conversation. When you try pressing for more information or ask him questions, he would wave you off and say something along the lines of you don’t want to know the boring medical things. And you can’t ever help but feel the small stab of insecurity from his dismissal.

Sure you weren’t in the medical field, you worked in Human Resources. But you met Trinity in college and remained friends all throughout her medical schooling and you were thrilled when she moved to Pittsburgh and got a job here. For fucks sake you helped her study for all her exams, you know enough to carry on a basic conversation of “how was work honey?”. But apparently Jack never thought so.

And when Jack would ask about your day and you would tell him, he would act like he already knew the stories and the information you were telling him. Like your job was so easy to figure out and understand. And honestly it only got worse when you were around his coworkers, most notably Robby. He just viewed you as just a stupid little girl who plays dress up for 8 hours a day Monday through Friday.

“I wish I could have a job where I’m home by 5 and off every weekend. But at last, some of us have real jobs to do” Robby said to you one outing. And Jack didn’t do anything other than give a fake stern “Robby”, but there was still a slight laugh in his tone.

It was Trinity who wanted to say something, but you reminded her that even though she is outside of work, that Robby is still her attending and based on what you have heard about him, he can really make her life a hell. So against her better judgment, she bit her tongue.

……………………………………………………………………..

Jack was hosting a barbecue Saturday and the team was going to be there. He of course invited you, but you declined stating that you never fit in the team. Jack argued saying they all loved you, but he respected your decision and that he’ll miss you. And that was the end of the conversation until Saturday morning when Trinity called you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” She asked

“Trin, I don’t fit in with them. I’m always the outlier” you reminded her and she sighed

“But Jack’s your boyfriend. You're basically living at his house, just because Robby is an ass don’t let that stop you” she said and she is technically right. You are at Jack’s more often than not. Hell, your cat has his own cat tower and kitty litter area set up there when you stay for extended periods of time. Jack even asked you to move in with him earlier this week and you said yes and actually was using today to pack.

“You know what, Trin you’re right. I shouldn’t let them stop me from hanging out. I mean, I’m friends with most of you anyways outside of Jack, so fuck Robby!” You say

“Here here!” Trinity said and you hung up with her and decided to call Jack who answered after the second ring.

“Hey baby!” He answered cheerfully

“Hey Jackie! Is the invitation still open for me to come today?” You asked

“Of course it is! But I thought you didn’t want to?” He asked

“I didn’t, but I spoke to Trinity and she talked me into it. And besides I am friends with most of them outside of you, so I can just hang with them and not cramp your style” you joke. Only slightly kidding and Jack laughed

“You could never cramp my style. Besides, you're always welcomed here. If you want to come a little early, I can help calm your nerves” Jack said suggestively and you giggle

“You got yourself a deal Dr. Abbot” you say

……………………………………………………………………..

It took you about 20 minutes to get ready and drive over to Jack’s. When you pull into Jack’s driveway you see a stupid ass motorcycle and know Robby is already there. Sighing you get out of the car and make your way into Jack’s house. Since you are moving in, you don’t even bother knocking and you follow the voices to the kitchen when Jack is cutting up some fruit and Robby is sitting at the island.

“Hey” you greeted catching both of their attention

“Hey baby” Jack smiled and you moved to give him a side hug as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I see you just let yourself in now” Robby say

“Robby” Jack warned with a small smile

“What? All I’m saying is it must be getting serious” he says taking a swig of his beer

“It is. She’s moving in” Jack said as he resumes cutting up the watermelon and Robby chokes on his beer

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” He ask Jack as if your not standing right there

“Jesus Robby-“ Jack gets cut off by you walking away and you hear him say something else, but you are too far away to hear what. Or you’re too angry, you’re not sure what.

You make it to Jack’s room where you begin pacing and trying to calm down. You’re not even in the house for five fucking minutes and you are already being belittled and treated like you are nothing but scum and once again, your boyfriend isn’t doing anything about it.

“Y/n?” his soft voice enters the room as he shuts the door behind him and you stop pacing and turn to look at Jack who is leaning his back against the now closed door.

“Can you please not do this today?” He asked and you look at him in confusion

“Do what?” You asked

“Pick fights with Robby” he said plainly. And you’re trying to wrack your brain for what the fuck he is referring to

“Me pick fights?” You asked and he nods

“I never do. It’s always Robby who starts them. I barely speak to the guy and yet he finds ways to get his digs in at me” you tell Jack and he sighs

“This is a perfect example, you walked away from him when he was talking to you”

“To you” you cut him off. “He was talking to you. He was talking to you as if I wasn’t even there. He does that often Jack”

“He doesn’t-“

“Yes he does! He always fucking does it he talks down to me like I’m fucking stupid or worthless because I’m not a goddamn doctor. And you let him every fucking time!” You yell

“Keep your voice down. He’ll hear you” Jack remains oh so calm

“Oh no, poor Robby will hear me talk bad about him? Well I probably should just go out there get on my knees and kiss his feet and beg for his forgiveness” you fake pout

“Can you be mature? I just wanted a nice get together with friends and you-“ he stops himself

“I’m what? Finish it Jack.” He goes to say something but the doorbell being rung and voices filling the house stop him.

“This conversation isn’t over. Just please have fun, and don’t start anything with Robby” he says as he opens the door and you watch him leave.

……………………………………………………………………..

Throughout the party, Jack acted as the perfect host. He laughed, cooked, and made sure everyone was happy- well almost everyone. Once again, you were pushed off to the side while the important people mingled. You were only saved when Trinity, Dennis, Samiria, and Victoria showed up.

When they did, they all made sure to pull you into their conversations and for once you felt welcomed. You didn’t feel that nasty insecurity bug crawling around inside you. When they talked about work, they didn’t feel the need to dumb anything down and if you felt inclined to, you would ask questions. You couldn’t help but think why it couldn’t be this way with Jack. Speaking of which, out of the corner of your eye, you see him walk over.

“Glad you guys could make it”- he says smiling to the group- “though proper etiquette is to say hi to the host” he says clearly a little tipsy from the beers he's been drinking.

“Poor y/n here looked lonely when we showed up, so we kept her company” Trinity said while she threw an arm around your shoulder and you blush a little. You briefly spoke to Trin about your fight with Jack.

“Well I’m glad you were. Can’t have my girl sad during a party” Jack said and smiled at you

“Someone has to” Trinity mumbled and it was clear Jack heard based on the way his face fell.

“Well I hope you guys enjoy the party. Let me know if you need anything” - he smiled to the group and turned to you- “come find me later baby” he says as he pat your ass gently and you give him a smile and a “of course”.

When Jack left, you glared at Trinity who simply held up her hands in surrender.

……………………………………………………………………..

The night continues on and you actually start enjoying yourself. You and Samira have chatted most of the night as Trinity ditched you guys to flirt with Garcia.

“So what happened with that manager you were telling me about the other day?” Samira asked you

“Oh! Yes- well he was fired. After the initial racism complaint, we had several other employees come forth with similar experiences and complaints. We had enough for termination based on his contract and our company policies” you tell her

“That’s amazing!” Samira said and you smiled, it’s always validating to hear someone to get excited to hear stories from your job.

“What are you two chatting about?” Jack cuts in as he takes a seat next to you and Robby takes one across from you in the little circle of chairs your group had set up earlier. You look around the yard and realize it is only you four left.

“Oh y/n was just telling me about the manager she had to fire” Samira said

“Oh shit you had to do it?” Jack asked

“Yeah- yesterday” you tell

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He ask and you shrugged

“You worked yesterday and I didn’t think it was that important” you told him and he frowned

“You’re not wrong”- Robby snorts into his beer- “I mean having to tell someone they’re fired? A child could do that” he laughs and your frown deepens

“It is important. Y/n spent hours reviewing the complaints and federal laws on this case. She put a lot of work in this” Jack said

“Whatever. It’s not like she’s doing life saving work like we do. Honestly Jack the imbalance is crazy. How is she ever going to understand what you do?” Robby asked and Jack sighed but didn’t say anything and your glare turned to him.

“Are you not going to say anything?” You asked him and he looked at you mouth opening and closing, like he’s trying to figure out what to say.

“No, of course you’re not. I don’t know why I’m surprised. You never say anything to defend me against Robby’s hurtful comments towards me. Hell, half the time you laugh and egg him on!” -You shout and stand up now. Jack tries to ask you to sit down and lower your voice, but you cut him off and turn towards Robby.

“And you- you are a hurtful, spiteful, sexist asshole. You have done nothing but cut me down since I met you. I thought at first, I just had to get to know you, but now it only gets worse every time I’m around you. You are the sole reason I don’t come to many of Jack’s team outings. You alone make me feel like the outsider, like I’m a fucking idiot because I’m not a doctor. I may not be saving lives like you Robby, but I’m also not making my coworkers live a living hell. Yes I hear all the stories and if I worked in that damn hospital, I would do everything in my power to make you pay for the way you treat your female inferiors.” -you take a small step towards him- “you are fifty fucking years old and act like a child. I don't know if this hatred you have for me is because you think I’m taking Jack away from you, but you don’t have to worry about that anymore because I’m done. You need to grow the fuck up Robby” you end your spiel to him and turned back to Jack who is now standing

“I’m not moving in with you. I’m done”

“Y/n-“ Jack starts

“No. I’m tired of not being enough for you Jack. I’m tired of you thinking I’m not smart enough to tell me about your day. You can talk to me Jack, I may not know the complicated medical terms, but you can fucking tell me how you damn day was. And I’m so tired of you never defending me against Robby. I’m done with obviously not being the right woman for you” you say as you turn and walk out.

You walk out of Jack’s yard, out of his house, and out of his life. You don’t look back and you don’t think about what you did until you’re laying in bed crying yourself to sleep that night.

[diaochantilly]

The foreign bride

Imagine an “alternate universe” where Jacaerys survives and becomes king, but is pressured to marry a lady from Yi Ti or Asshai to rebuild the kingdom’s wealth (perhaps to acquire dragon eggs) and “save” the realm from potential decline, all while trying to preserve the Targaryen bloodline 🤔😅

Kind of working on it…

[thebaselinecollective]

[ozarkthedog]

*anxious giggling*

[ickology]

18+ ⫶ SQUIRT LESSONS 101 ℘ requested jack abbot proves your ‘incapability’ of squirting wrong.

the moment you mention the fact of never being able to squirt to jack, he’s a bit surprised. his lips parting to utter a response, but it falls silent as he raises a hand to caress the stubble on his jawline.

“never?” he repeats, not wanting to believe the words that just came out of your mouth because there’s just no way that’s true. “never.” you say after him, averting your eyes as you feel heat trickle down your body.

“no guy has ever been able to make me squirt, and… i haven’t been able to make myself either.” the lump on your throat thickens, and you can feel the embarrassment kicking in. “and google says tha—”

“google?” abbot cuts your sentence short with a disapproving laugh, it almost sounds sarcastic. “c’mon, kid that’s your source? half the stuff on google’s written by a bun’cha people who don’t know squat of what they’re talking about.” he rises from his chair, throwing his chin back to ensure the faculty-lounge door is closed before making his way over towards you.

and you of all people should know better than to trust what a website such as google says — you’re a doctor in practice, you have the source right within the building you’re standing in.

you feel the distance between you and abbot close as he presses his chest against your shoulder, ducking down near your ear whispering. “seems like you don’t know your own body anymore than those boys do.” he leans forward to get a read on your expression, and you’re there standing still like an embarrassed pup that doesn’t know what to do which makes him smile.

“no need to feel embarrassed.” he reassures, throwing a hand on top of your head, “let me give you hand, help you learn the difference between incapability and never having learned.”

and that’s how you found yourself breaking your own code of ethics. splayed out on jack abbot’s mattress, hugging a pillow against your chest as his tongue worked at your pussy.

he’s on his stomach, his arms hooked underneath your thighs to pull you closer on his mouth. “j—jack …” a moan falls from your lips, the way his tongue glides through your folds. how he angles the tip of his tongue to flex the muscle just before he meets your clit to flick at it.

“focus on the feeling, you gotta relax.” he murmurs, pulling off for just a mili-second before latching back onto the sensitive nub. flattening his tongue as his rocks his mouth against you, he’s hallowing his cheeks causing you to grab at his the roots of his hair in attempt to tug him off.

though he’s swatting your hand away, digging his face deeper — in between your thighs with a low, drawn out groan as your toes curl at the anticipating increase of pleasure making your core tighten.

“oh m— i’m gonna cum, jack- i’m gonna—“

he’s pulling his lips away from your pussy with a wet pop, soaked and glistening by his saliva mixed with your slick — as the tightness in your tummy slowly loosens. “that was damn, close.” jack breathes, wiping his mouth off with the backside of his hand before propping himself up in a position comfortable for his right amputee.

he reaches out, hands wrapping around your hips to drag you towards him. you don’t even resist, not when your own pleasure was stripped from you — you needed anything that could bring back that euphoric feeling.

your hips grind upwards, grinding against nothing but atoms. “see, that’s it— now you know what your body’s wantin’.” his slides a hand from your hips to below your navel, before slowly dragging the pads of his rough fingers down near the mound of your pussy.

carefully grazing over swollen pearl as you whine to the almost there sensation. jack watches the way your body reacts to his touch — pressing his index and middle finger into your slick folds, soaking his fingers in your mess. “‘s a good sign. you’re fuckin’ drenched, sweetheart .” he groans, dragging his digits further down to meet your entrance.

you claw your nails into the pillow your clutching as the tips of his fingers prod at your hole. he’s teasing, intoxicated by the way your hips are still rolling against his hand while you let out little moans as he gently presses his thick fingers inside you.

“m—mngh fuck, jack…” you sighs, tilting your chin up to the ceiling, “yeah? that feels good doesn’t it, kid?” he cooed, flicking his eyes up to trace your expression only to be met with one of his pillows before he’s tugging it away from your chest. “there we goo.” he sings, glossing over sweets features with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, making him click his tongue.

“uh-uh, it feels better when you let it out.” he shakes his head, stuffing your hole with his fingers until he’s knuckles deep — angling his fingers in an upward direction that rips a moan from your throat as he curls his digits inside of you.

and the action shoots right through the nerves within your sensitive bud. “i can f—feel it in my clit.” you stammer, brows furrowed as indescribable pressure builds against your badder and swells your nub. “mhmm, that’s right.” he hums, pressing the pads of fingers deeper against that spongy wall inside of you, as your toes curl.

“the g-spot, you’re jackpot, baby.” he rasps with a lopsided grin — shifting his position to lie down on his side, right besides you as his nose presses into the side of your cheek. “the more pressure you add…” he murmurs as his breath warms your skin, pressing with cruel precision that makes the place between your legs run warm.

“j— jack.” you mewl, eyes shut tight with a hand reach at his. “the more you get that peeing feeling.” he demonstrates, feeling your soft walls close in around his fingers.

you can feel the way your bladder fills with each nudge of his movements — like he’s milking the sensation out of you. as if he’s adding fuel to the sensitive nerves bundle inside you as your clit twitches to the repetitive motion.

“and if i press my thumb righttt against this pretty fuckin’ clit.” he groans, darting his thumb upward before pressing the pad flush against your clit. “nnnnmg-my god!” you gasp, back arching off the mattress while squeezing your thighs around his hand.

his fingers and thumb stimulating both pleasurable points at once has your mind blanking. eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you’re choking on a plethora of moans.

“‘m gonna cum— m’gonna cum, i’m—” you can feel a surge of warmth flood your nerves as you slur your words. “theree you go, melt into that feeling for me.” he groans, as your walls choke around his digits stuffing your pussy full with his thumb working circles against your overstimulated clit.

you feel your tummy tighten, vision flash white as the sensation completely overrides your body. “cummmingg!” you inhale breathlessly, holding your breath as your clit throbs with a dangerous amount of pleasure before you’re gushing everywhere.

“atta girl.” jack whistles with satisfaction — and you can’t even respond, still too busy making a mess all over yourself and jack’s arm. you’re body’s tenses against his chest as he continues milking you dry, letting you ride the feeling out while pressing his mouth against your ear. “gotta few more things ‘m sure your body’s never done.” he murmurs.

[shadeofpeach]

Stubborn r4

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x r4!reader

​Warnings: diabetic reader, hypoglycemia, tachycardia, dissociation, brief angst, established relationship, fluff and comfort ending.

Summary: Pre-bolusing for a late caramel latte lands you in a hypoglycemic fog, forcing Jack to switch from attending to protective boyfriend.

Based on this request 🎀

The trauma bay was finally clearing out, but your heart was still putting on a hard performance.

Just anxiety, you reasoned. We almost lost the kid. Anyone’s heart would be racing.

You checked your glucose monitor.

70 mg/dl ↘

Maybe I just need a little sugar on my system after a 12 hours shift.

Your shift was almost over.

You messaged Dana, who was about to start the day shift, asking her to grab you a caramel latte on her way in.

You: good morniiiiing queen of nurses, u coming today? Grab me a caramel latte on your way, please? Need some sugar :(

Dana: sure honey

Dana: be there in 10 minutes

So, doing the math, you had already proactively administered a dose of insulin. The insulin was actively circulating in your body, perfectly calculated to counteract the sugar spike from the coffee you were about to drink. You knew that a coffee like that would raise your blood sugar significantly, so you injected the exact dose to keep your glucose within range.

The only problem? Dana was late.

30 minutes late.

You were sitting at the main desk, trying to quickly update the latest data before you could leave. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, but your mind was elsewhere.

Without the caramel latte to balance the insulin, your blood sugar was actively plummeting. Fast.

Dr. Jack Abbot, your attending, your boss and, for the last year, your boyfriend, was waiting for you.

He was already signed out, leaning against the counter with his jacket over his arm, ready to walk out to the parking lot together.

But as he watched you, his medical instincts kicked in. You had typed the same single sentence three times, deleted it, and were now just staring blankly at the monitor.

"Hey," Jack said. "You've been on that same line for ten minutes. Let's go, doll. Shift’s over."

You didn't answer. The world was rapidly losing its edges. The lights of the ER seemed to stretch into blurry halos, and the chatter of the nurses sounded like it was coming from the end of a long tunnel. You were dissociating hard, fading into an unresponsive silence.

Jack’s posture shifted instantly with intensity, one of a man who knew your medical history by heart.

He moved around the desk, dropping into the empty chair right next to you. He reached out, grabbing your hand.

"Hey, Dr, look at me," Jack commanded gently. He used his other hand to turn your chin toward him. Your eyes were glassy, your pupils wide and slow to react. "What's going on? How is your blood sugar?"

"I- I think.. Dana..." you mumbled, your tongue feeling heavy, as you looked at your watch. "Oh, she's late."

"What does Dana have to do with this?" Jack's eyes narrowed as he scanned your pale face.

"I took insulin," you whispered, the realization finally breaking through your own fog, bringing panic. "For a caramel latte. From Dana. But she isn't here. My glucose was dropping a little."

"Jesus Christ, you prebolused for a coffee that isn't even in the building? I told you to do not take insulin until food is in front of you during shifts."

He didn't waste another second.

He checked your app.

40 mg/dl

Jack stood up, grabbed your arms, and guided you up from the desk chair. You stumbled, your knees buckling, but his strong arm caught you around the waist, hauling you into the break room.

"Sit. Do not move," he ordered, his authority absolute.

Jack went over to the break room fridge, pulling out a carton of juice. He grabbed three sugar packets from the coffee station, tearing them open and dumping them straight into the juice to supercharge the fast acting carbs.

He sat in front of you, placing one hand behind your neck to support your head while holding the straw to your lips.

"Drink. All of it," he murmured.

You took a sip, the overwhelming sweetness hitting your tongue.

Your brain, starved of glucose, screamed for it; so you drank half the carton before Jack gently pulled it back so you wouldn't choke.

"Slow down, doll. You're gonna choke."

He watched you, keeping his hand wrapped tightly around yours, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

"Good girl. Let it hit your system."

For a few minutes, the break room was quiet except for your heavy breathing.

Gradually, the fog began to lift. The edges of the room sharpened. The distant underwater feeling receded, and the warmth returned to your cheeks.

"There you are," Jack breathed, a visible wave of relief washing over him. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, leaning into his touch as the last of the haze cleared. "I thought I had the timing right."

Jack sighed, his hand moving from your forehead to cup your cheek.

"You are a terrible patient," Jack said, his voice was entirely serious. "You're a brilliant R4, but you know as well as I do that if you want to be a doctor here, you have to take care of yourself first. You can't save anyone out there if you're collapsing at the charting desk."

You swallowed hard, nodding against his palm, feeling thoroughly cared for. "I know. You're right."

"Damned right I am," he murmured, his gaze softening as he handed you the rest of the juice. "We're checking your glucose again in twenty minutes. Then, I'm taking you home."

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[theartofmadeline]

happy pride to the gay people in my computer <3

[vidaliarkv]

︵ ೀ 'Your Hair' - Pt.2 Zuko making love to you - soft smut ahead

The heavy silk drapes of the Fire Lord’s bedchambers were drawn tight against the cool Caldera night, shutting out the rest of the world entirely. Inside, the only light came from the low, amber glow of a single brass brazier in the corner and the deep, natural warmth that radiated directly from Zuko’s skin.

He was completely, hopelessly undone.

The crown of the Fire Lord was gone, discarded on a low table near the door, and with it went every ounce of the stoic, measured restraint he was forced to wear like armor during the day. Here, in the quiet expanse of the massive low-slung bed, he wasn't a ruler. He was a man drowning in his love for you, consumed by an infatuation so fierce it felt almost spiritual.

Zuko hovered over you, his strong, calloused hands framing your face with a reverence that made your breath catch. His long, dark hair, entirely unbound, fell forward in a heavy curtain, draping over his shoulders and pooling against your skin, effectively walling the two of you off into a universe of your own making.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated against your lips. It wasn't just a compliment; it sounded like a confession, a truth wrung from the deepest, most vulnerable part of his chest. "Spirits, (y/n). Look at you."

His golden eyes were wide, dark with heat, and completely fixed on your face. He looked at you as if he were trying to memorize every line, every curve, every micro-expression, as if he couldn't quite believe that you were real and that you were his. The intensity in his gaze was staggering, a burning focus that felt even hotter than the fire he commanded.

You reached up, your fingers tangling in the silken length of his hair, pulling him down to close the agonizing fraction of an inch between your mouths.

The moment your lips met, Zuko let out a shaky, broken sigh, his body melting completely against yours. The kiss wasn't fast or hurried; it was deep, heavy, and intoxicatingly slow. He parted your lips with a lazy, deliberate pressure, his tongue sliding against yours with a possessive rhythm that made your head spin. He tasted faintly of the sweet-tea he’d had earlier, but mostly he just tasted like heat and devotion.

As his mouth moved against yours, his hands slid down from your jawline, his fingers trailing down the sides of your neck. The short, blunt layers of your hair—the practical cut you’d kept since the end of the war—tickled the edges of his hands. He leaned his head to the side, his lips breaking the kiss to trace a path down your jaw, his nose nudging against the short, soft strands that lined your jawline.

He paused when his lips encountered the two longer strands of hair that framed your face, hanging lower than the rest to brush against your collarbone. Zuko let out a low hum of pure adoration, his lips pressing a soft, warm kiss directly into the hollow of your throat right beside those strands.

"I love this," he murmured against your skin, his thumb gently catching one of those longer locks and smoothing it flat against your collarbone. "I love your hair. I love the way it feels against my hands. I love everything about you."

The absolute sincerity in his voice made your heart hammer frantically against your ribs. You shifted beneath him, your thighs brushing against his hips, and the sudden, intimate contact made Zuko's breath hitch. He lifted his head, his golden eyes locking onto yours again, ablaze with a sudden, overwhelming spike of desire.

He moved slowly, deliberately, giving you every opportunity to set the pace, even though every muscle in his back was taut with the effort of holding himself back. His hands slid down to your waist, his large palms warm and steady as they gripped your hips, lifting you slightly to align your bodies.

When he finally slid inside you, a soft, breathless gasp tore from your throat. Zuko’s eyes went wide, his jaw dropping slightly as a low, ragged groan tore from deep within his chest. He didn't close his eyes; he kept them wide open, staring directly into yours as he buried himself completely within your warmth.

"Ah... (y/n)," he choked out, his forehead coming down to rest against yours for just a second, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The sheer pleasure of it seemed to overwhelm him, his features twisting into an expression that was almost painful in its intensity. "You're so warm. You feel so perfect around me."

He began to move, a slow, deep, agonizingly beautiful friction that made you arch your back off the silk mattress. Your fingers tightened convulsively in his long hair, pulling at the dark strands as the pleasure began to build, a heavy, radiating heat that centered in your core.

Zuko watched the change in your expression with a kind of obsessive fascination. Every time your eyes fluttered shut, he would lean down, nipping gently at your bottom lip or kissing your cheek until you looked at him again. He wanted to see you. He wanted to be entirely present in the sight of your pleasure.

"Don't close your eyes," he pleaded softly, his hips driving into yours with a steady, unhurried power. "Look at me. Let me see you."

You forced your eyes open, your vision slightly blurry with tears of sheer sensation. Zuko’s face was flush with heat, a deep, ruddy color spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. The burn scar on the left side of his face puckered with the intensity of his emotion, but to you, he had never looked more beautiful. He looked raw, completely stripped of his defenses, entirely at your mercy.

He was a firebender, a man capable of summoning roaring flames and devastating lightning with a flick of his wrist, but right now, he was trembling. His arms shook slightly as he held himself above you, his muscles rippling under his smooth skin as he set a rhythm that was entirely designed to maximize your pleasure.

"You have me," Zuko whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he pushed deeper, his hips grinding against yours in a way that made a small, high sob escape your lips. Hearing that sound, a fierce, triumphant light flared in his eyes. "You have all of me, (y/n). Everything I am. Every breath I take. It’s all yours."

He lowered himself further, pressing his torso flush against yours. The heat radiating from his chest was immense, a comforting, burning pressure that seemed to fuse your bodies together. His hands moved up, his fingers tangling once again in the short layers of your hair at the back of your neck, holding you steady as his movements became faster, deeper, driven by an infatuation that had completely bypassed his control.

Zuko’s kisses became frantic, peppering your face, your eyelids, your nose, your jaw, before returning to your mouth to drink in your gasps. He was worshiping you with his body, each stroke of his hips a silent vow of protection, of love, of absolute surrender. He was the Fire Lord to the world outside, but in this bed, he was entirely your devotee, consumed by the beautiful, terrifying fire of loving you.

The rhythm Zuko maintained was almost hypnotic, a heavy, deliberate tide that carried both of you further away from the shore of reality. He seemed entirely unbothered by his own release, prioritizing the slow, torturous building of your own tension with a selflessness that bordered on obsession.

His thumbs stroked your cheekbones, wiping away the few stray tears of pleasure that had escaped your eyes.

"Are you alright?" he murmured, pausing for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching as you squeezed around him instinctively. A shudder ran through his entire frame, his jaw clenching so hard the muscles jumped. "Tell me if it’s too much. Tell me what you need."

"Don't stop," you gasped out, your hands leaving his hair to grip his damp shoulders, your nails digging into the solid muscle there. "Zuko, please... don't stop."

A dark, incredibly tender smile touched his lips at your words. "I couldn't stop if I tried," he whispered.

He resumed the pace, but there was a new edge to his movements now, a deeper urgency that mirrored the tightening coil in your lower stomach. The ambient temperature in the room seemed to rise, a subtle manifestation of his inner fire responding to his heightened emotions. The air felt thick, charged with an electric, heavy warmth that made every touch feel twice as sensitive.

He leaned down, burying his face in the curve where your neck met your shoulder, inhaling deeply as if your very scent could sustain him.

"You're everything," he growled against your skin, his hips driving upward with a sudden, powerful force that hit the exact spot inside you.

You shrieked softly, your back arching entirely off the bed, your toes curling into the crimson sheets. The world shattered into a thousand brilliant, burning sparks as your climax washed over you in great, pulsing waves.

Zuko didn't pull back. He leaned into the tightening pressure of your release, his eyes wide and fixed on your face as you rode the wave of pleasure. Seeing you shatter completely undid the last vestige of his control. His breath hitched, a low, guttural cry tearing from his throat as his own release hit him with the force of a tidal wave.

He drove deep inside you one last, desperate time, spilling himself into you as his entire body went rigid. The muscles in his back and arms locked up, his veins standing out under his skin as he poured every ounce of his love, his heat, and his soul into the union.

For a long, breathless minute, the only sound in the room was the harsh, ragged panting of the two of you trying to find your air.

Slowly, the tension left Zuko’s body. He didn't move away; instead, he collapsed forward, burying his face in the softness of your short hair, his chest heaving against yours. His heartbeat was a wild, frantic drumming against your ribs, a perfect mirror to your own.

He stayed inside you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he rolled onto his side, pulling you with him so that you were curled flush against his torso. He tucked your head securely under his chin, his large hand coming up to gently stroke the back of your head, his fingers smoothing down the short, rumpled layers of your hair.

"I love you," Zuko whispered into the quiet of the room, his voice thick with emotion, his lips brushing against the top of your head. He sounded exhausted, completely spent, but beneath it all was a profound, unshakeable peace. "I love you so much, (y/n)”

You smiled against his chest, your fingers idly reaching up to find a long lock of his hair, twirling the dark, warm strand around your finger just as you had done in the afternoon shadows. "I love you more, Zuko".

The Fire Nation, the council, and the endless rebuilding of a broken world would be waiting for him the moment the sun broke over the horizon. But for now, in the safety of the dark, the Fire Lord was exactly where he belonged—completely infatuated, entirely loved, and utterly whole.

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[khonsus-heart]

In this life and the next, part 2

Kratos x f!reader (2.2k words)

A/N: I knew you’d come for the second part, you cheeky bastard. This is rewritten, so if you read the original draft, welcome to the remix. P.S he's not immortal, but I just wrote that so go with it for my sanity

Summary: Attempting to remove the blade from your chest is a challenge for freya, luckily she has Kratos there to ease your mind.

Warnings: sexual content is implied, mentions of injury, more angst—you love it.

Part one here!

You remembered everything, the sting of the blade as it pierced your chest, the sound of Draupnir as it sank into that bastard’s skull, and Kratos… the raw agony in his voice as he ran for you, shouting your name.

Then the pain. Gods, the pain.

It rushed in all at once, burning through your chest, spreading deeper and hotter with every heartbeat. It only grew worse when Kratos caught you, gathering you into his arms, carrying you away with a desperation you had never heard from him.

“You will not die this day,” he whispered, pulling you closer, pressing a trembling kiss to the crown of your head.

Then everything faded into darkness. A distorted, painless void that lasted mere seconds before white-hot pain erupted again as Freya attempted to remove the blade from your wound.

A bloodcurdling scream tore from your throat as your body arched off the table. You thrashed blindly, instinctively trying to escape the hands that brought you agony.

“Kratos, you have to hold her down!” Freya shouted. “I cannot remove this if she struggles—the blade is lodged too close to her lung!”

Kratos was at your head instantly. His massive hands pressed gently but firmly over your arms, trying to pin them without hurting you. Still you fought, writhing uncontrollably as Freya’s magic boiled through your veins, sending fire racing along every nerve.

Another scream ripped free, raw and broken, tears slipping down into your hairline.

“Is there no way to ease her?” Kratos growled, voice sharp with desperation. “Is there no magic to spare her pain?”

“No, Kratos!” Freya snapped, hands trembling as she hovered them above your chest. “The blade was poisoned. I can draw it out, but she must stay awake. She has lost too much blood—if she falls unconscious again…” She swallowed, meeting his eyes. “I fear I may not be able to bring her back. You must keep her still.”

Freya’s words echoed inside your skull. You tasted iron from biting your tongue too hard. Your heart thundered painfully, each beat making the waves of agony crash harder. You sobbed uncontrollably, body shuddering as you slipped further into panic.

Kratos’s hands vanished for a moment, replaced by a blast of cold air across your skin.

“No—” you whimpered, but the word dissolved into another scream as fire scorched through your chest.

Then his hands cupped your face, warm, steady, and grounding.

“Prosōidía,” he murmured, kneeling at the head of the table. “Breathe.”

Breathe.

“Breathe,” he repeated, voice deep and low.

Breathe.

So you tried. Matching your breath to his, slow, controlled, and steady, while his thumb stroked gently behind your right ear. A deep rumble vibrated through his chest, soothing you as best he could. When your eyes finally opened again, Freya resumed her work, warning you each time before sending another pulse of magic through your bloodstream.

The pain never lessened. Each wave burned you from the inside out until finally the fire dulled to a relentless thrum.

Kratos never looked away from you. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit into the inside of your cheek, clinging to anything—anything—that wasn’t the magic tearing through your veins.

And so your mind reached for him. For the name he called you.

Prosōidía. His song sung to music. His poem carved from gentle hands. His dawnbloom. His treasure. His undoing.

To escape the pain, you thought of the first time he ever spoke that name.

----------

It had been early in your companionship. The day you’d begged him to travel to Alfheim with you. Not for the Light, but to study the flora. He grunted and protested, of course. But in the end he relented, arguing that it was not safe for you to travel alone while elves battled for control of their realm.

The two of you had drifted into a forest of vivid pinks, blues, and greens. The treetops cast soft shadows across the sand as Kratos docked the boat on a glowing shoreline. You had leapt out before he could steady it, excitement pulsing through every step as you twirled beneath the dappled light.

“Woman.”

His grumbling always made you laugh, especially when he used it during your lighter moments. He kept his distance as you examined the flowers, eventually plucking a dawnbloom, its orange petals glowing like embers in the escaping rays. You hadn’t realized you were humming until Kratos spoke.

“What is that tune?”

“Hmm?” You turned toward him, leaning against a tree as he watched you with crossed arms.

“You’re humming,” he repeated. “I enjoy it.”

Your fingers fidgeted with the dawnbloom, twisting the stem nervously. “I think it’s something my mother used to sing.”

“You think?” He pushed off the tree and walked toward you.

“I don’t remember her very well.”

He stopped a few feet away, and your fidgeting halted under the weight of his gaze. You lifted the flower toward him.

“Here. It’s my favorite in all the realms.” When he only raised a brow, you gestured impatiently. “Smell it, you crank.”

He narrowed his eyes but took the flower, lifting it slowly to his nose while watching you.

“It smells sweet.”

“Like honeydew. I haven’t seen it grow in Midgard for years. It’s the only plant that reminds me of home.”

“Your home smells of honeydew?” he asked, studying the flower.

“Well—yes. You do know what a honeydew is, right?”

“You think me foolish?” He lifted his chin, brow arching even higher.

“Kratos.” You crossed your arms as he stepped closer, his enormous shadow draping over you. Then, in an unexpected gesture, he tucked the flower behind your right ear, securing the stem through your hair so the petals framed your face.

“Someone from my home would give you the name Prosōidía,” he said softly. “Not compare you to an irritable creature and call you foolish.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and he grunted in satisfaction.

“It suits you.”

“The flower? Or the name?” you asked, tilting your head as you looked upward through your lashes.

Another low “Hm” rumbled from his throat as he turned back toward the canoe.

“Kratos!” you called, stepping through the sand after him.

“The name means ‘song sung to music,’” he said, tossing the dock rope into the boat. “Poetry.”

“Poetry?” you echoed.

“Yes. You create.” He pointed to the seat. “Sit.”

Since that day, he had only indulged your creativity, bringing you berries from other realms, offering scrolls and writings he found, and asking Mimir to retell entire sagas just so you could hear them in full.

Since that day… He called you Prosōidía.

----------

A fresh wave of agony ripped you back to reality, shattering the tender memory and slamming you onto the rough wooden table once more.

“I have to get this blade out, or she’ll keep losing blood,” Freya said, breath tight with urgency.

“Do what you must,” Kratos answered. “I will keep her still.”

He held your face gently but firmly, leaning down until his forehead pressed against yours… your skin slick with sweat beneath him.

“Steady your breath. Brace.” His voice pulled you back from panic, soothing you into a fragile calm. You tried to sink into it—into him—blocking out the burn spreading beneath your ribs as you braced for the blade to slide free.

Your arms lifted on instinct, hands trembling as they found his cheeks. You clung to him. Anchored yourself to his breath. Let it sync with yours.

Another memory washed over you, this one not born of peace but of fire.

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It had been just a year ago, the two of you caught in a sharp quarrel. You had been confined to the Wildwoods for months as Kratos completed task after task in the realms. You were restless, wilting beneath the sameness of it all.

“You cannot keep me here like some pampered house cat!” you snapped. “I am not Mimir! And even then he is attached to your rear and gets more of your company than I do!”

“Hey—” Mimir tried to interject from his usual place on the table.

“Quiet,” both you and Kratos snapped in unison.

Kratos fixed you with the stern, heavy stare he used when Atreus acted out, like he saw you as small, overreaching, and foolish.

“There is no reason to endanger your life simply because you wish to frolic in fields,” he said flatly, turning his back to end the conversation.

“Pardon?” you scoffed. “Is it because you see me as weak, Kratos? Do enlighten me.”

His back muscles tensed as he straightened, glancing over his shoulder.

“You are not weak.”

His gaze drifted, fixed on nothing and everything, as though looking deep into a wound only he could see.

“You are mortal.”

The word hit harder than any blow. Mortal. He spoke it as though it were a curse.

“And you are immortal,” you whispered through the tightness swelling in your throat.

“Yes.”

“That’s it?” “Yes?” Your fists curled at your sides, and his eyes cut to the movement as he turned fully back toward you.

“You are immortal,” you continued, voice trembling. “You have no understanding of the limitation of mortality—which causes you to cage me in hopes my life will last longer. I want to live, Kratos. Because there is no escaping death for me, and it will find me faster if I rot here waiting.”

“You do not understa—”

“No, you do not—”

“Let me speak!” His voice boomed before he stepped toward you, causing you to flinch. He froze, immediately lowering his hands to stare at them, studying the lines of palm and skin as if surprised they still shook.

“I have done many wrong deeds across my lifetimes,” he murmured. “And suffered each consequence.” His gaze lifted to you—heavy, earnest. “I do understand mortality. Protecting you from the paths that taught me that understanding… will never be one of my regrets.”

The tears you’d been holding back finally broke.

“Let me live my life to the fullest, Kratos—before it’s too late. Otherwise, that will be your greatest regret when I am gone.”

He stepped forward, cupping your face with a gentleness few ever saw from him. His thumb brushed the tear from your cheek.

“I cannot fathom the regrets I will have once you are gone.”

Your hands rose to his cheeks, mirroring him as you guided his forehead down to yours.

“Then live with me,” you whispered. “And enjoy the time we are granted.”

When he pulled back, something changed in his eyes, something molten and hungry. His gaze dropped to your lips. He closed the distance in a sudden, consuming kiss, heat rolling off him in waves.

Kratos had never embraced you like this—never touched you with such raw need—and the shock of it had your knees trembling. His hands were firm at your neck, holding you steady as your arms wound around him, fingers locking behind his head. He bent to your height, lifting you easily from beneath your legs, guiding them around his waist.

You clung to him as he carried you toward the bed, lips moving with desperate intensity, until he laid you back into the bear fur blankets.

“What are you doing?” you breathed, flushed and breathless.

“Enjoying the time we are granted.”

He pulled you to the edge of the bed, settling between your legs—

“Oh, for the love of all the gods, lad, please put me outside,” Mimir groaned from the kitchen table, still turned toward the wall.

-

A piercing scream ripped you out of the memory as steel slid from your ribs. Freya tossed the bloodied blade aside, and its clatter against the stone floor echoed through your skull. She immediately began sealing the torn flesh with magic as Kratos held your head down, keeping you from arching off the table.

-

The rest of the night blurred into silence. Freya and Kratos left you to rest after preparing herbs to dull the pain and coax you toward sleep. Still, the dull thrum in your chest flared often, waking you with whimpers and shallow breaths. The pain lingered, alive beneath your skin.

Hours passed before whispered voices drifted through the cottage. Muffled, but clear enough.

“She needs rest, Kratos. You cannot move her in this state,” Freya argued—exasperated, as though she’d repeated herself endlessly.

“I am taking her home,” Kratos replied in that immovable tone, stern, controlled, and absolute.

Home.

The word struck deeper than any wound. He’d never called the cabin that. Not once. It was always the cabin. Go back to the cabin. Stay at the cabin.

But now? Home.

Not a place. A promise.

The thought soothed something in you that had nothing to do with your injuries. He had tried so hard to keep danger from you. And the one thing he feared most had come to pass. You could only imagine the agony he hid behind that stern façade.

Home.

He was your home. And after that night, he never left you behind again. No arguments. No refusals. No frustrated grunts.

Just the two of you, wandering the Nine Realms and living the life you’d pleaded for.

You were his safe haven. And he would do anything to keep you close.

[singse]

zuko wouldn't take too kindly to other men telling him how to handle his wife.

an unfortunate situation arises where this happens; you're chatting happily with zuko before being playfully mean, reaching up to tap nose. zuko's smitten, his smile affectionate as he teases you back, causing you to laugh.

all the while, the men around you are watching you in disdain. their looks judging, almost scathing, as you and zuko remain blissfully unaware. a friend of yours catches you attention and you excuse yourself, placing a quick kiss on zuko's cheek before leaving. there's a brief moment of silence that zuko is about to relax into when one of the men clears his throat.

"pardon me, my lord, but don't you think you're too...lenient with your wife?" he asks and zuko blinks, looks behind him, before gesturing to himself.

"are you talking to me?" zuko replies and the man nods. "i don't understand."

another man speaks up. "well, women are supposed to be seen and not heard, right?" he adds. "unless they're in the bedroom moaning like a bitch in heat then that's acceptable."

the men laugh loudly but zuko doesn't join in, the resting fever of his anger spiking.

"we understand she's the fire lady," another man chimes in. "but she should have some decorum around us and her husband. daring to be so playful with him in public. if she was my wife, i would have slapped her."

the reaction zuko has is visceral, his expression darkening like thunderous clouds. steam begins to stream from his nostrils, his temperature raising as his hands curl into fists. to think that they feel comfortable insulting you in front of him, to degrade his wife because she doesn't conform to their ancient and horrid ways.

they're telling him to be less lenient with you, to snip your wings and lock you in a cage because, apparently, you aren't your own person. apparently, they see you as a piece of property that belongs to him and the very thought makes him horribly ill. it makes him want to scream because why on earth would he silence you?

silence your wonderful voice and amazing opinions? take away your spectacular personality and your fearlessness? he fell in love with you because of you were yourself and now these men think they're entitled to tell him how to love you? no, not love you.

control you.

"i see none of your wives are here," zuko says, after cooling the most of his rage. "how come?"

"oh, i'm divorced." the first man says.

"my wife ran away with the stable boy," the second spits out. "heartless bitch, after everything i did for her."

"i'm not married." the third adds.

"ah." zuko smiles humourlessly. "well, forgive my rudeness, but i don't think i'll be taking advice from two men who can't keep a healthy marriage and one who can't even find a spouse."

all three men go still at the insults, noting the sudden change in zuko's tone—it's dangerous.

"talk about my wife in such a way again and i'll personally see that your lives are made less than pleasant." zuko's gaze is deadly, his power imposing as he stands tall above the three of them. "do i make myself clear?"

the men quickly lower their heads, faces blanched in fear as they stutter, "y-yes, fire lord zuko!"

perfect.

zuko looks towards you, his expression softening when you meet his gaze. you beam happily, waving at him and zuko waves back, smiling.

why would ever think about trying to change the amazing person you already are?

[giaki2]

Could you do a fic where reader is in her room and she was horny so she wanted to use the dildo toph made her put it wouldn’t fit playing with herself Trynamake it fit but Lil does she know outside her room the gaang is listening and then they barge in and “help” reader out by taking turns fucking her with the dildo like and there passing her around like a blunt and maybe some double penetration , she’s just really overstimulated fucked dumb and crying in pleasure

Love your gaang baang fics ❤️ 

𝓗𝓲 𝓼𝓾𝓰𝓪𝓻!

It's not exactly how u wanted it, so I'm sorry! Didnt have many ideas--a bit of a writer's block.

౨ৎ: 18+, polyamorous,threesome (at first then will all of em) p in v, bottom reader, use of dildo, stuffing, two d in p, a tiny bit of curse words, fluff at the end, needyness, use of dildo, yes Suki is here too, teasing, tits on tits, p sucking, d sucking, use of water ending/Airbending..

16k characters. (Not that much compared to my other gaang x reader's lmao)

Katara's limbs don't move,her gaze locked onto the doorknob ,eyes slightly wide, swallowing, hearing your soft moans on the other side. Hands clenching, she bites her lips not knowing what to do fully,fingers stand on the door, letting out a shuddering breath as she clocks your whimpers.

“Mmh…” a soft whine goes,touching yourself slowly, eyes closed, head tilted to the side, Completely naked.

It's been a while since someone gave you their attention.A rush of hornyness rolled through you once Zuko touched your waist and pulled you closer to his chest back while buying some clothes Suki wanted. You ached for them,yet never found the right place or time these days.

The dildo Toph gave and made really wasn't any satisfying. You've tried all positions available, only to be let down, the toy not being able to fit properly.

To take things into your hands,you rub the tip on your clip, massaging your hardened nipples,escaping a few soft moans.

Katara blinks, biting her bottom lip, gaze into the floor as she listened to you,hand slithering to her intimate,through her clothes, body leaning against the wood, imagining the things you were doing there alone, she could just enter and help you but her thoughts won't let her rest.

Her fingers trace under her clothing letting out a gasp, feeling a long and cold touch on her shoulder, turning in an instant and locking eyes with Aang.

“Why are y-”

“Shh!” the woman whispers, pushing him and herself from the door instantly.

“Katara, why, huh?” Aang whispers,leaning down to hear her words, hand on the wall, fingers clenching, his eyes widening then softening.

“Then.. Should we..?”

“I don't know, I mean, what if she wants to be alone? Should we?” She asks, unsure herself, a passing moment passes, the energy feigning charged, a loudish moan echoing from the room you're in, making their spines shiver.

Aang covers his crotch, looking away, eyes squeezed shut.

“Oh spirits, if she lets out another one-”

Pecks of green ambush the twos eyes, Toph leaning against the other side of the wall,amused, picking on her nails.

“I'd say we help her, don't think she would say no…made sure of that.”

“...What do you mean?” Katara asks Toph, before signaling her to be more quiet.

“I gave her something, made sure it won't work so she'll come to us for help.”

“And what's that exactly?” Aang continues whilst Toph rolls her eyes, smiles and waves her hand.

“Dont worry about it, twinkle toes.”

“I told you to stop calling me that Tophhh.”

Katara, seeing the banter ,sighs, shaking her head before moving onto the door, her footsteps low and quiet.

She groans and snaps her head to Toph.

“Can you be more loud?” She whispers harshly because of how loud the earth bender stomps.

“Do you want me to?” Toph asks, smiling, enjoying teasing.

The sound of the doorknob making them freeze in place, heads locked onto you, body hid from their gazes, only your eyes peeking through.

“Heyyy” Aang exclaims with an awkward smile, waving.

“Hi..” Katara whispers.

“Want any help?” Toph remarks.

Although they greeted you at the same time firmly, I supposse…, you can't help but be a bit embarrassed.

“How long have you guys been standing there.?” You ask, before Katara opens the door with your consent, gaze dropping to your breasts, then back into your eyes, gulping, forgetting her words for a few seconds.

“.. Katara?” you mumble, tilting your head.

Despite her reaction, they've seen your body more than 10 times, but whenever they catched you naked, it always felt like they just discovered your body.

“Uhm, when yes…I, we..”

“Need any help, sugarplum?” Toph intervenes as the water bender seems to take a bit too much time talking.

Aang swallows, his pants already tight, itching to enter the room and take you.

You nod, letting them enter, Toph pushing Katara aside lightly to be the first one to enter, taking your arm and flinging you onto the bed, her eyes reaching the dildo and scoffing.

“Guess I made it too impractical huh?” She laughs, spreading your legs, Katara finding a spot besides the two whilst Aang closes the door, pushing off his pants slowly, taking a deep breath in.

Feeling the juices spread down your thighs, Toph traces the liquid, scoops it and licks her fingers, letting the tasting linger, taking them out, her pale pointer finding your whole, playing with it, her other hand coming in to tease your clit, like she always does to persist the neediness and to acknowledge your whines.

Aang groans,stroking himself, a pleading expression as she looks at your reactions, listening to your moans, his body next to your face, his body already warm, the vibrations strolling inside of him striking a nerve.

You moan,legs arched up as Toph licks your folds, hands coming underneath your thighs to hook them up. Your eyes meets Aangs, who swallows, moves closer and presses his tip against your lips, his breathing shallow, the moonlight gleaming into the room, a sharp gasp and head thrown back as you lick his cock, taking it inside your cheek, letting the avatar take a head of your hair, using your mouth like a fuck toy. Katara swiftly takes her clothes off, tracing patterns on your belly,moving on top of you,nipples tracing eachother, her lips pampering your neck with kisses,all of the sensations at once busting you open, making your head spin, your eyes tiled back, Aangs long cock hitting your throat, using his Airbending for you to not choke on him, whispering sweet praises, licking his lips and staring at you in adoration.

“Agh..! T-toph what are you mh--doing?” Katara whines, her ass towards Toph, both of your bodies now flushed together, your hands going to her ass, spreading her as Toph enters a finger in her cunt,teasing and playing with it.

“What? Don't you wanna be satisfied too, miss snow queen?” Toph says, letting your red throbbing pussy, one of your legs pushing her in again, stopping her from a short conversation.

Toph groans, soft moans go, tongue working on your clit, keeping you from moving while the other works on Katara.

The waterbender moans, squinting one of her eyes, looking at the sheets, a loud whine and a glare from the hard yet sweet slap from you on her ass.

Aang caresses your head, tilting his head back, his grunts and whimpers getting louder, he forces his way, pushing all his length down your throat,releasing his cum deep inside, his grip hurting the tiniest bit.

Katara kisses your cheeks, watching the seed slip from your lips,a quick slap on her folds waking her up.

“Shit, is the sight making you more wet or what? Youre dripping–”

”Shut up Toph, just do what you gotta do-” Katara grunts, earning exactly as she wanted, a quiet moan leaving her as Toph continues to finger her, gaze put back onto the two, watching Aang's cock withdrawing from your throat. The woman doesn't waste a chance, her tits rubbing against yours, titling your chin towards hers and beginning a sweet yet rough make out session, tasting Aangs cum mixed with your saliva.

Toph's mouth leaves your sense, nudging Katara into squirting onto you, her pupils blown,gulping down your whines as you no longer feel movement.

A whine forms, the waterbender's body, slipping away from yours, trying to calm after her orgasm, same story with Aang, whos sitting on the bed, looking at the three of you, tucking a hair behind your ear.

“Toph, why'd you stop?” You grumble, taking her hand and putting it on your breast, her first gets immediately crashing and squeezing.

“I didn't say you could cum did I?” She says, tilted her head, her other hand pushing your thighs apart morely.

Her hand slides, trying to find the dildo she gave you.

“Aang find me the toy...”

The avatar signs, searching for it, giving everyone and everything a bit of stillness.

“Found it! Here…but what are you gonna do with it?”

“You'll see, you'll see–”

She says, smirking, Katara body facing yours, watching the interactions, cupping your face again and pampering your face with kisses, your hand going to her breasts, only to be swatted by Toph.

“eyes on me princess, I'm the one giving you pleasure right now.”

“Says the one that could've let her cum just now...” Aang mumbles, looking away once Toph's expression changes into an annoyed one.

“Oh just because you said that i’ll fuck her harder than you ever couldans can and make her yell,saying shit like that…” The blind woman grumbles, taking the dildo and frolicking it at your entrance, making sure it goes in fully. Adjusting her position, now besides you, Aang behind her, her breath fluttering against your forehead, still dressed.

“Shouldnt you take your clothes off?” You ask and she shakes her head, Katara kissing your neck lightly, tracing her fingers on your erect nipples, Aangs cock dripping pre cum again.

“It's fine–”

“Please Toph? I want to see you, can't I?” You ask sweetly, looking into her eyes, biting the nail of your pointer, tugging on her pants with your other hand.

The woman curses under her breath, leaves the bed and tries to quickly get her clothes off.

Katara smiles,staring lightly at Toph then back at you, taking the situation at her advantage, pushing the dildo inside of you slowly, whilst using her water ending to arouse you further and spread up open.

“mngh-, Katara…!” You moan softly rolling your eyes, making her thighs press together, bite her bottom lip and peek your cheek.

“I'll take care of you baby, relax..” She whispers, eyes filled with lust for you, headed towards love. Her eyes staring at your lips, pupils dilated, an expression almost pleading, her body now very close to yours, feeling her warmth as you gently whisper her name, the dildo making its way fully inside of you.

Toph clicks her tongue, mumbling something incoherent under her breath, taking her spot back on the bed, the wood creaking as Aang finds his girlfriends hips, his chest pressed against hers, lifting up one of her thighs, sliding his cock against her cunt, letting out shallow breaths, before slowly entering her, both of them either moaning or grunting at the sensation.

Katara hand doesn't stop however, wanting to make sure you get attention, the dildo moves in and out, matching Aang's pace, your head turning to Toph, pulling her in into a slow, sloppy, wet kiss.

Aang slaps against Katara, feeling her walls clench him, rolling back his eyes, the action making the dildos friction faster, hotter even, Tools mouth sucking on your breasts, even playing with your clit producing a wave of heat and sweat swell up, feet gripping onto the sheets, hands holding onto whatever close, either Toph's thigh or Aang's muscles, heck even Katara tits.

The more you moan the faster they go, your head already fogging up from all of the touching, so close to releasing again, only to be met by the door opening again, Katara stopping her actions, Toph continuing to work on your clit, yet slowed down.

“I was so close! Why'd you guys stop?” You yell and scold them lightly, a loud whimper cutting you off once Toph plays with your clit enough to cause the eruption of the long awaited orgasm, your juices and squirt flowing down your thighs as she smirks and licks her fingers.

“Heh., I did say I'll make you scream.” The blind woman snickers, nudging an expression towards Aang, slowly letting you ride your orgasm.

“What the heck is happening right now?” Sokka exclaims, entering the room with Zuko and Suki behind him.

Katara raises an eyebrow at her brother, Sokka winces and sticks his tongue out.

“Ew you're naked-”

“Shut up Sokka.” She says, rolling her eyes, turning her attention back to you, slowly removing the dildo, giving you soft kisses on your cheek, Aang's hands caressing your head.

The firelord clears his throat closing the door, peering around the room, settling on the three.

“Uhm, got any room to spare?” He asks, Suki already making her way to the bed, helping you sit up, her lips crashing into yours, the sound of the mattresses sheets sliding off.

Breaking the make out, you nod, Sokka's hands coming to caress your thighs.

“Are you alright?” Aang asks, hand on your back, his broad and muscular chest against your rear.

“Yes,im fine..” You mumble, getting turned on by Sokka's hands, your thighs fidgeting together.

Your gaze goes towards the nonbender, pulling him into a kiss,hand going to Suki's clothes, picking on them for her to take off, Zuko in the background tying his hair. Toph licks her lips,taking a hold of your breasts and licking them.

“Hey, shall we do the position we did a few weeks ago?” Sokka asks the boys, gaze darting to the two, Aang blushes, soft smile on his face nodding, Zuko already at your entrances , his cock already lubed with his precum.

Aangs hands grip your ass, shifting you up,the bed creaking. Zuko, patiently spreading your legs whilst Sokka enters two fingers into you.

“Oh trust me she's stretched just enough.” Katara giggles, enjoying the soft moans you make.

“Yeah? Okay then, Zuko ,you're up my guy.” Sokka asks, removing his fingers, leaving you empty, but not for long once Zuko tip finds your cunt, pushing himself inside of you.

“Care for one more? Can you take it my love?” Aang questions, feeling the way his dick twitches against Zukos and your spot.

The warmth of all of your bodies mixed with sweet scents of sweat and sex making your hair dizzy, you swallow and nod, whimpering as Zuko pushes.

“Use your words..” Sokka whispers, caressing your cheek and giving your forehead a kiss.

“F-fuck.. Yess.. Please–” you breathe out, letting your head rest against Aang's shoulder. The avatar eagerly squeezes your ass,separating your cheeks and moving his hips, the light brown to pink tip of his sliding against Zuko's length, your legs tremble, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You moan, not knowing who's name to call, holding onto Sokka's arm, weakly sliding your hand to his aching part, stroking his off slowly, letting out a loud moan as Aang hits your cervix, the two of them matching each others pace as they go, mouth dripping with saliva, Sokka's fingers wiping it off and kissing you, the hand movement increasing, hand in your hair.

Zuko groans, holding onto your thighs, watching you suck off Sokka, hand gripping the sheets now, Aangs eyes closed, breathing onto your neck.

“you're tongue is so.. Oh so soft..” Sokka mutters, whining, helping you take half of him in.

One of Aangs hands leave your ass,putting Zuko in charge of holding you, fingers itching on your neck, to help you breathe, using his Airbending like before to help you breath properly.

The girls move closer, two on one side, one of the another side.

“I'll take her sweet spot.” Suki immediately says, looking at the other two ladies, not giving them quite a choice, after all, they took you she didn't. And so, Katara and Toph each take a breasts, one licks, the other toys your nipples.

Suki lightly spits on your clit, making you almost gaag on Sokka's dick, her tongue darting slowly at first then fastening right now.

The sensations clown your head, eyes closed,not saying anything, your body enveloped, your throat and mouth still working. A few seconds go by until Toph taps your cheek to wake you up.

“Don't black out on us now.” She says, the tone of her voice indicating a bit of worriedness.

Just as you were about to open your eyes, Sokka rapidly took his cock out of your mouth, cumming onto your face, whimpering softly.

You whine, feeling both cocks warming up in your belly, eyes stained with tears. The nonbender begins to clean your face, whilst the others continue to take you to ecstasy.

Suki's tongue not giving you a break, neither Aang and Zuko, Katara being the only one who's more gentle, slowly kissing your neck, kneading your breasts as Toph teases your other nipple.

Aangs opens his eyes, looking at Zuko, signaling he's about to cum, Zuko nods, fastening his pace, whispering how good you feel until both of them still inside of you, letting the warm release spurt, filling you up, Suki's tongue helping you reach your 3rd orgasm by now.

The two boys take their softened up parts away, letting the cum drip from you on the bed, Katara touch finding the liquid, waterbending its way out.

Suki raises her head, pampering your body as you rest and lay on the material, her lips finding yours for a few seconds before pushing off.

“If you ever need us just tell us.” Toph says, scratching her neck, letting Zuko put your head on his lap , eyes slowly dropping into slumber.

“Oh she's gone gone..” Sokka chuckles,lightly touching your cheek. Aang sighs, smiling, simply getting off the bed and closing the blinds.

“Let's all just go to sleep, it's late, we've done enough for today.” The avatar says, creeping in bed again,putting his head on a pillow, still naked, just like the others.

A bit of an art block like I said, so if it's not that good, yk why 😭

𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈!

[chibi-tokki]

zuko tries to hold out, the poor thing, he truly does but when he has you on your stomach, hips propped up with a pillow, he loses it a little bit. his hands on your waist tighten as he ruts faster, the pleasure shooting through him as he fucks your sopping cunt. you’re done, spent through and through, given all control to your husband as he desperately chases his own release but he wants just one more from you. another orgasm to rip through you as you clench on his cock to have him cumming with you but as you tilt your hips higher, and reach back to pull your cheeks apart to have the lewd display of him fucking in and out of you fully visible he loses all sense of control.

his movements stutter, his voice trembling with heavy breaths. “ohh fuck- spirits, i-“ he can’t look away, too entranced on the way you suck him in, the white cream that rings the base of his cock, the way your ass ripples with each thrust.

“sweetheart, i’m gonna-“ he can’t even make it through the sentence before he is stilling in you, cumming so heavy and deep you feel warmth fill your belly. you can feel him twitch inside you, emptying himself out to you. he never wants to leave the warmth of you, wants to live within you forever and ever and he does, to a certain extent, he lets himself soften within your gummy walls, lets his heart return to a normal rhythm, his skin to cool back into neutrality and then and only then does he slip from your heat. he watches as a mix of his and your cum oozes from within you, thick white globs sliding down your puffy lips. he should fuck it back inside, push it so deep within you that he knocks you up but instead he drags a finger through, collecting it on the tip of his index.

“open.” he instructs, lifting his hand towards your face as if he were presenting a sweet treat and not evidence of your debauchery. you follow his command opening your mouth to lick the digit clean. his chest tightens.

god he loves you.

[totallynotashieldagent]

I love your Zuko x wife fanfics !!! and I especially loved the last one about their first time.

And since I love to tease Zuko, imagine that in the Fire Nation it's frowned upon to have sex beyond reproduction and it's a taboo subject, Now Zuko is caught between a rock and a hard place, between what he wants and what he has been taught.

While his wife, The fact that she's from the Water Tribe and the relationship between couples is presented in a much more natural way; she's also very upset because she sees Zuko suddenly moving away from her but still looking at her with yearn.

And that was my TED talk.

NO BECAUSE I HAD THE SAME IDEAAAA!!!! that because zuko is like the first fire lord in AGES to be a kind and humane person who doesn't see his wife as a broodmare and he geniunely fell in love with her but sex is always about heirs and never fun and orgasms so he's confused between what he knows and what he wants and feeling dirty about it whereas as someone from the watertribe, reader is all about the fun part of sex as its seen as a part of life, not just a duty- BUT YES YES YES!!!! love your brain!!! <33333

After that night, you thought things would be easier. More intimate- The things- The feelings you both had been dancing around, it would all go away but somehow things were more confusing than when you'd first gotten married to Zuko.

The sex had been mind blowing good. The multiple orgasms, the way he'd fucked you into the mattress and then burned the sheets- That was the cherry on top. So, why was he drifting away from you?

When you'd reached to kiss him in the morning, he'd turned his face so you'd kiss his cheek and not his mouth. You'd thought he was just in a hurry but three days in and he was behaving oddly.

He kept looking at you like he wanted you but if you touched him, he'd pull away. At night, as soon as you'd touch his chest, the intent clear- He'd cough and say that he's tired, then kiss your head as if you weren't his wife who had thoroughly ravished a few days ago.

As stated. Confusing.

So, here you were, pacing the chambers. You had no one to talk to about this. Even your closest friends, you couldn't tell them this- With the risk of the letters being intercepted and gossips flying- You were stuck on your own for this.

You tried to think back to every interaction- to every intimate moment- to every-

"Fuck-" You blinked then remembered how Zuko had mentioned that there had been a custom to consummate the marriage on the night of. But he'd waved it off, saying that he won't tell, if you won't. And that had been the end of it.

Sure, you'd thought it was weird and odd that a marriage had to be consummated because for you- where you were from- a marriage was a union of love and it wasn't talked about but everyone knew that the couple had engaged in activities beforehand anyway. No one ever waited until the actual wedding night. But if marriages had to be consummated then did that mean that the Fire Nation was prude as hell?

You called one of your handmaidens, an elderly woman.

"You asked for me, Your Ladyship?" She gave a gentle bow- Her body couldn't fold all the way anymore, given her age.

"Uh- Yes-" You smiled at her, closing the doors for some privacy. "I had some questions about the customs of the Fire Nation."

Meanwhile, Zuko was spiralling like he had never before. He had loved every second of that night but the morning after he had never felt such guilt and disgust. He hated himself for giving into his base desires. He couldn't help but feel like he'd let people down by letting his emotions control him.

And he didn't even want to think of what you might think of him? Did you think he was some kind of a pervert? Having sex willy-nilly? Spirits- It was a miracle you still touched him, hugged him, kissed him.

The day after he'd scrubbed him skin to clean himself but it just wouldn't go away. Every time he looked at you- Every time you smiled at him- Every time he smelled your scent- Blood would start rushing south and he felt like a disgusting little deviant.

He didn't know who to talk to. Uncle? Absolutely not- He'd rather shave his head again. Sokka? No. He'd just make fun of him. Aang? Maybe... He's always been serious enough.

So, he wrote Aang a letter. To please come visit him. That he needs guidance on some personal matters.

Surely monks would know how to control baser instincts, right?

Very wrong.

Aang stared at him like he'd grown three heads.

"What do you mean it's for heirs only?" He asked, confused.

"Ugh-" Zuko groaned, cradling his head. "You know- Not to give into humanly wants and needs and-"

"But sex is part of the human experience." Aang frowned. "Besides, you're married. Isn't intimacy part of it all?"

"No- not for fun." Zuko whispered the last bit like it was a dirty thing. "Being intimate with a spouse is only for creating heirs."

"No wonder Fire Nation rarely had more than one." Aang mumbled to himself as he looked around. "Look-" He said clearly, "If this is something you want, if this is something your wife wants, why does anything else matter? Or anyone else's opinion?"

"It's just the way of things. Like you being vegetarian." Zuko pointed out.

"I don't think so..." Aang said slowly, watching his friend pace the study. "Zuko- Uh- If I can be blunt- Did you enjoy your time with her?"

"Spirits- Yes. So much." Zuko sighed, "That's the worst part!"

"Explain." Aang prompted him.

"It's just- It's not what I was taught growing up." He sat down across from Aang. "Intimacy is duty. A duty that we have to perform to secure the future of the lineage. That's it. It's not a ... recreational thing. And I- I feel-"

"Zuko." Aang put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry but you were taught wrong."

Zuko paced outside the bedchambers doors. Trying to hype himself up to talk to you- To maybe apologize. To beg for your touch again perhaps? He wasn't sure about that last one. All he knew what that speaking to Aang lessened the guilt of wanting you. Lessened the burden of feeling like a pervert for wanting his wife.

"I can hear you burning a hole in the floor." You called out from inside the chambers.

He blushed and entered, avoiding your eyes. He wrung his hands together and swallowed hard. "I - Uh- Can we talk?"

You smiled and nodded, patting the bed. Hoping he'd come to sit next to you and not on the other side or corner of the large mattress. Zuko gave you a tight smile and came to sit next to you.

"What's on your mind?" You said sweetly, touching his cheek to make him look at you.

The touch alone had him sighing, his shoulders dropping a little.

"I suppose I should explain my distance." His voice was full of shame. You gave him a gentle smile and nodded for him to continue.

Even though you'd spoken to the handmaiden, and she'd explained how the sex education worked in the palace, and for nobles- How sex was something that only people of lesser lives enjoyed- She's explained it all. So, you'd chosen to wait for Zuko to come to you once he was ready. And tonight- He was ready.

Zuko spoke to you for almost an hour. You listened, adding where needed, holding his hand throughout, giving reassuring squeezes here and there. When he was done, he looked at you almost pitifully.

"Will you forgive me?" He asked softly.

"Will you touch me again?" You asked in return.

The question make his skin turn pink. He nodded, averting his gaze.

"Only if you want me to." He whispered.

"I want you to." You leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

Zuko smiled. How could something that felt so good, could be bad?

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Fire Lord Zuko Masterlist

[daily-daydream]

₊˚ ✦ Batsis! who's Chronically ill... ・˚₊

Note: Picture is just a stand-in because I saw the flowers and imagined one of the fam buying them when she's having a flare-up. Readers can look like anyone and are diverse! Also, this is loosely based off my own symptoms from my experiences, but overall not a specific condition. Chronic illness is often different for everyone

ᯓ★ Batsis! who's metahuman abilities leave her drained at times, causing fatigue, headaches, stomach issues and all sorts of other problems

ᯓ★ Batsis! who still finds time to go on patrol, and works 10x as harder to keep up with her training than everyone else

ᯓ★ Batsis! who looked a reporter which insinuated she was faking her conditions dead in the eye and said, "No, I'm not fake, unlike your personality"

ᯓ★ Batsis! who knows Bruce truly doesn't doubt her abilities as he struggles to adjust training schedules and patrol around flare-ups and make adjustments

ᯓ★ Batsis! who has the most supportive siblings in the world that don't once doubt she can fight. Dick helps her learn balance, Cass helps her get better at combat, and Damian respects her as fighter

ᯓ★ Batsis! who has seen some of the best doctors money can buy, with Bruce by her side each time, only for answers to lead to more questions

ᯓ★ Batsis! who has an unspoken understanding with Babs...to know how it is for the body to suddenly change

ᯓ★ Batsis! who is badass but also has to have BatDad carry her back after a particularly long fight with a rogue to the manor

ᯓ★ Batsis! who has to leave galas at the last minute due to sudden flare-ups

ᯓ★ Batsis! who finds herself having to prove herself at her WE internships after missing meeting after meeting, along with extra accommodations

ᯓ★ Batsis! who has a strong bond with Alfred because he's the one always there with tea and an extra blanket on the days they can't get out of bed

ᯓ★ Batsis! who has the public eye always on her, judging for when she can't show up to press conferences or events

ᯓ★ Batsis! who regularly attends charity galas for hospitals and funding, using her influence as a Wayne to fund studies on illness and women's health

ᯓ★ Batsis! who's periods are killer every month and has to skip patrol

ᯓ★ Batsis! who can't be broken under interrogation situations at the hands of Gotham's worst because she knows how it feels to have your body break over and over, often handling them better than the others

ᯓ★ Batsis! who always knows her fam has her back, and she has theirs after a particularly scary sick day woke up to find all her siblings curled up somewhere in her room, unable to leave until they knew she was okay

ᯓ★ Batsis! who wakes up some days feeling awful with no explanation, feeling like she can't keep going like this, but gets back up every time

ᯓ★ Batsis! who refuses to let things get in the way of her being a vigilante, of being a a future leader in Wayne Enterprises, and just being a girl because nothing will stop her

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