#sokka x reader

[theflowerrooms]

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Sokka

Zuko

Katara

Toph

Aang

Gaang

DIVIDER CREDIT <3

[chasedbyunclewalt]

SOKKA X WIFE! READER SOKKA X WIFE!READER!! HE’S SO HUSBAND IN THE MOVIE HELPPP

[dovegutz]

double penetration with zuko & sokka

18+ minors do not interact !!

< pairings > zuko x f!reader x sokka

< content warnings > smut. switch + polyamory dynamics. double penetration. anal sex. p-in-v sex. light degradation. praise. size kink. unprotected sex + double creampie. minimal plot to set the scene. we <3 zukka

< a/n > yaayyyy bunny actually finished another fic that has been sitting in her drafts for too long …… this got away from me i was possessed by horny demons

Being shared between Zuko and Sokka is nothing new to you. Your time together has become a favored pastime for all three of you, the indulgence they crave after long days of invention and diplomacy. It had begun as stress relief, a way to sate your mutual desires. Thus, the equally-satisfying agreement between the three of you had been formed. It had quickly spiraled into much more than that, of course.

More often than not, the two of them relished in take one of your holes for themselves, either your mouth or your cunt. They’d sprawl you out over the lavish sheets of the bed, facing up with spread legs and an open mouth. They’d fuck you between them for as long as they need, until you’re all dripping sweat and covered in a mix of your shaded fluids. You, on your hands and knees between them, with one cock down your throat and the other stuffing your cunt. Other times, you’d ride Sokka while he rode Zuko, or vice versa. You’d even developed a fondness for using a strap of your own on them, when the fancy hit you.

Today is… different.

You’d been nearly insatiable recently, and in true Sokka fashion, he proposed a solution. Which leads to your current predicament of being sandwiched between the two men— You riding Zuko, with his back against the silken cushions of his canopied bed, while Sokka takes you from behind.

Even after plenty of foreplay and working you open with their fingers, the stretch of taking them both is tight enough that you have to take a sharp intake of air. You’re slumped against Zuko’s chest as he strokes your hair away from your face, his other hand resting on your lower back, gently coaxing you back to meet Sokka’s lazy thrusts. You can practically feel Zuko in your lungs, and each thrust forces a wet, sloppy sound from your dripping cunt.

You’re so fucking full of both of them, stuffed to the brim with their thick cocks and dizzy with their touches. It’s subtle, but each lift of Zuko’s hips to sink deeper inside you has your eyes fluttering, breathless curses dropping from your lips more intensely with each passing moment. Each time Zuko pulls you deeper onto his cock, you don’t just feel him, you feel Sokka. You savor the way his smooth, oiled cock makes efficient work of your hole; he strokes into the tight heat of your ass slowly, pulling back out until only the tip of his cock is still inside you. Your pussy walls flutter around Zuko’s cock as Sokka admires the sight for a moment, your holes stretched to accommodate the two of them.

You know you’re going to ache tomorrow.

Zuko splays his hand flat against your lower back, right above the curve of your ass, and presses you back into Sokka’s next slow, lazy thrust, simultaneously forcing you down further on his own cock. His gilded eyes are hooded as he gazes at you, entranced by your equally blissed out-state.

Sokka’s next thrust is sharper, deeper, and you give a pathetic moan into the warmth of Zuko’s chest. Zuko’s eyes flutter ever so faintly, breath shuddering. You’re split between them, and this way, he can feel each of Sokka’s lazy thrusts against his own cock.

Zuko strokes your sweat-damp hair away from your face to cradle your cheek. “You’re taking us so well, beautiful,” he croons, watching as you melt further into the tenderness of his touch. You’re wax in his hands, softening each time he drags his warm, heavy hands over your hair, your face, your hips, your clit… His gaze sharpens on Sokka, still rutting into your ass with slow thrusts. “Keep going. She’s close again. Keep fucking us.”

Your entire body shudders at the truth to Zuko’s words— Each of Sokka’s thrusts is practically stroking Zuko’s cock through the membrane between them. He’s practically frotting against Zuko’s cock from inside you, and it makes your head fucking spin.

Sokka leans down closer to you, clever fingers slipping down to circle your clit as his mouth finds the side of your throat. Your broken moan is audible in the room, fingernails scraping across Zuko’s chest below you.

Sokka laughs against your skin, soft and warm and too fucking full of amusement for a man who has you like putty in his hands. “You two are going to kill me, you know that?” He muses out loud. He presses hot, open-mouthed kiss against the back of your neck as he continues to rock into you. “Will one of you put it on my gravestone? Death by threesome. Who would’ve th—”

“Stop talking.” Zuko hisses the words at him, reaching around you to grab a fistful of Sokka’s hair and pull.

Sokka just moans, grinning as he does. He uses the moment after as an opportunity to thrust toward until his hipbones are flush with the plush meat of your ass, filling you snugly and deeply.

“Oh, fuck—“ You whisper the words into Zuko’s chest, desperately trying to reach behind you for Sokka. “I’m close, I’m close—“

Sokka’s fingers pick up their pace, rubbing tight circles around your clit with the pads of his fingers. “Give it to me, pretty. Come on, I wanna feel you cum on my cock, let me feel you fall apart.” He licks another hot stripe up the side of your neck this time, grinding forward as he does. You whimper, thighs clenched around Zuko below you. He’s visibly clinging to his thread-bare sanity as Sokka fucks you deeper onto both of their cocks.

“Please,” you beg weakly, nearly drooling onto Zuko’s chest. You truly wouldn’t be surprised if the faint drool smeared across his chest would evaporate with the heat radiating from his body. Even his cock is hot inside you, the tip gently kissing your poor cervix further each time Sokka presses into you. “I’m gonna cum again, I’m…” You trail off, glassy-eyed and cock-drunk off the feeling of being fucked and filled so deeply, so entirely.

“I know, you gorgeous creature. I want it. I wanna feel you soak Zuko’s cock.” Sokka grins and pulls back to drag a hand down your spine, and you shiver under his touch despite Zuko’s heat. “I deserve it, don’t I? For making you feel so fucking good, hmm?”

A soft “Oh” leaves your mouth as Sokka leans forward further to wrap his corded arm in a headlock around your throat. Almost instinctively, your hands leave their place clawing down Zuko’s chest to dig into Sokka’s arm instead.

You watch Zuko’s lips pinch as your nails leave his skin, almost… offended that you’re leaving him to rake across Sokka’s arm instead. A faint swear passes his lips as he brings his free hand down to your sopping clit, swatting Sokka’s hand away to take care of you himself. Zuko’s fingers are hotter, faster, sloppier as Sokka restricts your breath just enough to make you deliciously dizzy and wetter.

“M’gonna cum,” you manage to breathe again. “Close, m’so close, I need…”

“I know what you need,” Zuko murmurs, gently lifting his hips into you in tune with Sokka’s. “I know, I know, I know…”

He continues to thrust up into you gently, knocking against that spot in your gummy walls until you’re gushing around him. You’re twitching and crying out for both of your lovers, babbling unintelligible nonsense, save for a few strangled sobs of thank you thank you thank you thank you.

The orgasm has you limp in Sokka’s chokehold now, fingers slack on his arm as he moves to hold you around the waist instead. “Atta girl, so fucking good.” You can hear the pride in his words, not just his self-confidence, but his pride in you, in how much you can take for him and Zuko. The praise puts a giddy, dreamy smile on your face as you lean back into his muscled chest. Sokka’s hands raise to cup your tits, pressing lazy kisses into the side of your throat.

You feel them start to move again as you ride out the afterglow of your orgasm, eyes going wide.

“You didn’t really think we were finished with you yet, did you?” You can hear the grin in Zuko’s voice, and you quake in his touch. His body heat has only continued to rise— There’s a deliciously red flush painted across his cheeks as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth, intently watching Sokka fuck into you again. You’re fluttering around both of them, thighs quivering as you struggle to maintain any facet of sanity left in your system. You can hardly remember your own name, for fuck’s sake, let alone how many times they’ve made you cum on their cocks.

Zuko’s fingers continue to circle your clit as Sokka pins you against his chest, hands fondling every inch of your curves he can reach and cherish. As you creep up on yet another orgasm, Zuko groans beneath you. “Shit, I’m close.” His voice is strained, clearly holding himself back for long enough that the artery on the side of his neck pulses. He’s been dragging his orgasm out, unable to give up the sweet bliss of him and Sokka filling you together.

Sokka buries his face into the curve of your neck and shoulder, huffing a laugh as he rolls your nipples between the calloused pads of his fingertips. “What, are you waiting for my permission?”

You can work with this. You can do this. You clamp down around him, around both of them, and Zuko gives a strangled moan. Sokka gasps sharply, grip tightening on your tits. “Fuck me, if you keep doing that, then none of us are gonna last,” he warns. “Is that what you want? You want us to fill you up, cum inside you so you’re leaking when you leave our bed?”

“You… talk… so… fucking… much.” Zuko punctuates the words with slow rocks of his hips upward, hisses it between gritted teeth. The grip of your weeping cunt around him is practically choking his cock, and he knows Sokka is equally lost to the hot clutch of you around him. Zuko moves his fingers faster now, leaving you panting and quivering in Sokka’s arms. “Cum with us, beautiful. Let me see that pretty face of yours, let me see those eyes,” he coaxes, encouraging your gaze onto him. You stare at him through hooded lids, lost to the pleasure. “That’s it, there you go—“

You feel the heat of Sokka’s release inside you as he cries your names, face still buried in your neck as he mouths at the fragile skin with teeth and tongue. The sound of your names as Sokka’s cums sends you and Zuko toppling over the edge seconds after, moaning as you do.

Sokka releases you to gently slump down onto Zuko’s chest, eventually managing to maneuver all three of you onto your sides without slipping out of you yet. Both of them hold you close, your breaths gradually evening and syncing as you rest between them. You can’t help but smile lazily, warm and cradled with such reverence between your two perfect, ridiculously-beautiful partners.

©dovegutz • reblogs + comments are appreciated ! please don’t repost or share outside of tumblr

[cathwritesstories]

Sorry, did you get my message about Sokka? I use Tumblr via my browser rather than the app, and sometimes my messages don’t reach the authors. If you’ve already received it, just ignore this message!

Yes, I have received it! And I love writing angst!!!!! So I will see what I can do, whilst also trying to honour Sokka's character and personality. It will probably take some time before I will be able to write it, since I have other projects to write first. So I hope you will be patient with me 😬💛

[creamychu21]

Sokka with muscular fem reader OUUU SHIII 👀👀👀👀 did I request someone on here to write a oneshot based off of this? yes. Am I going to write my own take? HELL YEAHHHHHHHDJJSJDJD I LOVE GOING TO THE GYM AND ITS CLOSED FOR 1 WEEK BC ITS UNDER CONSTRUCTION SO THIS IS THE WAY I COPE

[suspisiouslyshapedtrashbag]

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Type: fluff

Pairing: Sokkaxgn!reader

Summary: Sokka couldn't take anything seriously if he had a gun to his head. Imagine how surprised you are when he genuinely wants to reconnect with you.

Warnings: swearing

Notes: Inspired by No. 1 Part Anthem by Arctic Monkeys

AU: Modern HS

After another fight with your parents, you end up at one of those high school house parties.

You know it always ends bad at these things. Some snitch always calls the cops and everyone gets busted.

But something made you stay at this one.

So now you're sitting on the stairs in a leather jacket and sunglasses that your friends said makes you look 'cool'. They even popped the jackets collar. You think it looks stupid. But, they say with enough confidence, anyone can pull anything off.

Strobe lights and and fog machines make sweat form on the walls. You take a sip of whatever sour-tasting drink Sokka put on the bar table. You don't even know what round you're on. As long as you're still coherent, it should be fine.

Suddenly, your friends stumble back to you, dragging you to the dance floor for a slow dance. They knew you don't do that stuff, but you wanted to stay on the drunken mob of idiots' good side.

It's kind of awkward to not have a partner, but you were planning on leaving whenever you could get the chance anyway. You don't want to get so tipsy you can't focus.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Sokka making his usual rounds, flirting with every girl in the general vicinity. He seems to notice you too.

You had a major crush on him in freshman year, but you personally concluded it was unrequited when he started his whole 'ladies man' act.

As he inches closer to you, dodging every other girl salivating over him, you start to rethink your past naive decisions.

Who says he doesn't like you? But then again, you don't want to be cocky.

He's so close you can see that he still retained his nervous habit. Back before high school, he was your friend, and whenever he talked, he would shake his right leg uncontrollably. He seems to have picked up a new one since you've been gone.

In between yelling over the music to get your attention, he picks at this single worn place on his shirt.

For a while, you gaslight yourself into believing it was someone else he so desperately wanted to speak to.

But, You can't deny it anymore. Especially after he gets so close you can feel his breath.

"Hey, I was looking for you!"

You can't believe this. He doesn't speak to you for over four years and now you're supposed to act like old buddies catching up over beer? "Why?" Your brain keeps telling you to distance yourself, to not let it end like last time. But a small voice somewhere tells you to try again.

"Well, I was wondering-I mean you don't have to-but I was wondering if you maybe wanted to dance? With me?"

God, you could see the sweat dripping off of his forehead. What reason does he have to stutter that much?

"I-I mean I don't see why not, I'm...just kinda wondering why me?" And why are you tripping over your words now?

"Because this is the first time I've seen you in a year and I wanted to check up on you? And also maybe reconcile for being a jackass."

You smirk. "I'll accept that answer."

When he pulls you into him without warning, he holds you like he was meant for it. You guys were never... physical in your friendship. The most that ever happened was a hug on the last day of eighth grade. But this was different.

As much as you could try to blame the growing heat in your face on the fog machine, or maybe even a heatwave, you also wanted to just lean into him.

You're too drunk to go anywhere tonight anyways. It's not like your parents would care.

You nuzzle into his neck before you could contest yourself. Sokka immediately moves his hand to your waist.

"I'm really sorry... for everything I put you through."

You let out a dry chuckle. "For what, leaving me with zero friends for almost three years?"

"Look, I was in a bad mindset. But, that's still not an excuse for leaving my best friend behind. I know it doesn't make up for it, but can we be friends? Again?"

"I think I can make some arrangements."

His hand came off of your back, instead locking with yours in a pinky swear.

When you wake up in his bed the next day, you question absolutely nothing. Except for what breakfast will be.

[cathwritesstories]

Good morning/afternoon/evening (depending on your time zone)! I was wondering – do you write about Sokka? I can only see works featuring Aang and Zuko on your blog, but you haven’t actually said that you only write about them, so I thought I’d check.

Hi! 💛

That is actually a really good question! I haven't written purely for Sokka yet, but that is definitely not because I don't love him. Quite the opposite actually. But, hot take, I think he is one of the most complex characters. His growth throughout the series is incredible, but it is often very subtle (and sometimes not so subtle). But a lot of his development happens in ways that are easy to overlook, which is exactly why I think he is such a difficult character to get right and do justice to his personality. It is very easy to reduce him to just the funny guy, when there is so much more to him than that.

That is probably the main reason I haven't written for just him yet. I always want the characters to feel like themselves, and Sokka is one of those characters I would want to get right.

That said... the fact that you are asking me to write for him makes me wonder if you think I could pull it off.

So I would genuinely love to hear your idea! What kind of story or scenario did you have in mind? Love, Cathy

[theflowerrooms]

if yes- feel free to leave kinks and characters u wanna see in my inboxxx

do i participate in kinktober this year ? :p

YES PLS

no, go back to bed grandpa

Voting ended onAug 13