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đ Luna | she/they | 21 | bisexual | and a cat mom.
đ Currently an English Literature major student.
Be ready to wait if I do open requests because I take my time to write and I also am a student so yeah.
[ps: I used to be a fic writer so I may post my old works about Seventeen which I wrote]
đ Masterlist- âšpoofâš there's none âš because I didn't write anything yet but here are the anime, comics, animated series about whose characters I may write on :-D -
Haikyuu, Attack on Titan, Naruto, Avatar the last Airbender, Gachiakuta, Jujutsu Kaisen and other miscellaneous anime characters. Also maybe for Seventeen (k-pop)I would post some old work if I feel like it. From DC it'll mostly be about Nightwing and Red Hood :-D.
zuko fucks you so, so slow. takes his sweet time, moves with a maddeningly balmy heat; much like the kind that smolders beneath the callous of his palms. it's a slow-burning ember that simply refuses to catch fire, no matter how much you ache for even the littlest flame â ache for him.Â
his long, dark hair spills over his broad shoulders like ink bleeding into tainted water, and he peers at you through that swaying, silken curtain, eyes ambered with pure lust. he uses the muscled brawn of his frame to keep you pressed into imported satin mahogany sheets, as if he could live forever in the saccharine pulse of your dripping cunt.Â
or, perhaps not. maybe, he simply finds there to be more pleasure in the hunger of a good tease. itâs sudden when he pulls out, drenched to the very base of his dark, downy hair, wettened in the sweet overflow of your juices. the silence that follows the âshlick!â is heavy and warm, filled only with the sound of synchronized breathing. in the stillness, every small sensation feels magnified. cool air against buzzing skin, the steady rhythm of your heartbeats, the gaping emptiness within you that zuko left in his wake.
there he lingers at the precipice for what you consider to be a torturous eternity â glides his heavy, pulsing length along the weeping seam of your slit, drags the throbbing underside of along your slickest folds in a way that teases your entrance; he enters just a fraction, his shallow promise of depth before he withdraws entirely. youâre left terribly hollow.Â
âyou want it, huh?â he taps along the hypersensitive bud of your sticky clit with his swollen, mauve tip, gaze narrowing whenever you whine. âneed to be fucked so badly, donât you? aw, my poor baby . . .â
through the gaze of his golden, unmarred eye, youâre a vision of beautiful undoing beneath him; all breathless and pleading for the friction he so carefully withholds. crystalline tears trace the flushed curves of your warm cheeks, salt meeting skin. zukoâs large hand moves to find purchase, his pale fingers contrasting sharply as they bloom against the rich, warm brown of your hip, gripping you with possession.Â
you begin to press onto him, wiggling your round, pretty ass against his bobbing cock until heâs forced to rock back and meet your rhythm.Â
itâs then that the tether snaps, leaving him helpless against the both the gravitational pull of your plush, pouted lips, and the siren call of your sweet pussy; he catches your hips in two sweltering palms, unable to endure another second of the space between you.
finally, finally, he sets away his restraint. heâs toyed with you long enough . . . who is he to deny you now?
when zuko eventually flips you onto your tautly-arched back and sinks home â tilting his strong hips at that precise, devastating angle â he presses in past smooth, squeezing walls and fills you to the very brim; a thick, sated pressure with a weight leaves you impossibly stretched around the girth of his hard cock.
he devours your pitched sounds in a deep, swollen kiss, his tongue sliding into the cavern of your mouth to suckle on your own with a heavy, shameless wetness. the low, messy sound of him drinking you in is syrupy and loud, a slick noise that echoes in the quietness of him swallowing up your gasps.Â
you pull away for air and reach up, desperate to claw at him, your soft palm sliding over the firm ridges of his toned stomach until your fingers trace the jagged, fleshy bloom of the lightning scar centered at his solar plexus. itâs a map of his old pain, vibrating against your skin as he lets out a long, shuddering exhale that tells you heâs wholly, devoutly, surrendered his fire and found his personal heaven inside of you.Â
âmmgh, zuko â finally . . .â
he only chuckles, a low vibration that resonates through the saffron-spiced air of his bedchamber, his head dipping low. the raised crimson dermis of the burn mark around his eye brushes against your temple; a rough, familiar texture that only adds to the delicious friction when his forehead brushes yours.Â
he rocks into you with such a torturous slowness that it feels as though he isnât fucking you at all. youâre practically sobbing for him to just move.
your spirited husband, an ever so patient man, only chuckles, shushing your dulcet whines with the prod of two thick, pale fingers. they settle onto the pink of your tongue and sink further into the velvet of your mouth, claiming it as his own. he watches intently, with beautifully sharp molten eyes as your spit pools and gathers, slicking the width of his middle and index until they glisten.
âdonât worry, my love,â he coos, feeding you a deep, heavy thrust that distends the soft curve of your belly from within. his free hand descends, palm blooming with the slightest flicker of ignited heat as he presses that simmering touch over your pelvis, marking the bulge where he passes in and out of you.
he fights the spread of a grin as you moan and gag around his fingers simultaneously, your breath hot and frantic against his palm. âiâll make you feel so fucking good, i promise . . . youâll forget you ever had to wait.â
I maybe ugly as shit but it's the phone camera. Exactly the reason why I want a fucking 35mm/50mm film camera but they don't develop camera rolls here anymore đ.
Nothing feels more weird than being unemployed because wdym I don't have the access to download indie games and on top of that I don't have a tab to play it on. CAN'T EVEN RUN IT ON THE FUCKING COMPUTER BECAUSE MOM WOULD COME UP QUESTIONING ME "WTF THIS CLOWN STUFF"(referred to The freak circus)
I'm going to crash out đđI'm trying to draw a man shirtless đđand Zuko is the man I'm trying to draw shirtless đđwhy đđ is it so tough to draw muscles đđ.
All i do is yearn then self depreciate then think that is stupid to do and then realize even if it is, it won't matter because nobody is choosing me either way. And i have been single for quite a long time (yes almost 4yrs and no one approached me in an actual liking sense and ik many would say 4yrs are nothing. I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU. GO FUCK YOURSELF INSTEAD OF BEING SELF CENTERED). It doesn't helps with being single. I never really think anyone would approach me because no one does and while I can list, appearance wise, why they don't because it's not like I'm pretty of something, IT WON'T MATTER BECAUSE THEY DONT WANT APPROACH ANYWAYS<3.
Anyways I think I'll write a fluff/smut fic on Hange Zoe.
Synopsis... While on vacation at Ember Island, your two best friends discover that you struggle with low self-esteem, and decide to cheer you up in the best way.
[ đž ] brrr--my spirit animal is Toph because she also fall in love with the hot guy
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You shifted slightly with a soft hum, letting the warm sand sink beneath your feet. The murmur of the ocean was calm, steadyâlike it was accompanying the light conversation you were sharing with Zuko. Sitting on your towel, facing the quiet horizon, you could hear Aang and Katara laughing somewhere in the distance, probably chasing Momo through the waves.
Toph, meanwhile, was sprawled out on the sand with her arms and legs stretched wide, like a carefree starfish. You wondered, not without a hint of envy, if she had already fallen asleep. She probably hadâthe girl was calm, solid as a rock.
Zuko was sitting beside you.
It was⊠strange seeing him like this.
You had always known him tense, carrying the weight of being the Fire Lord even in the simplest moments. But now, with the breeze brushing through his dark hair and his expression relaxed, he seemed like someone entirely different.
âItâs a beautiful place, Zuko⊠thank you,â you murmured softly.
Your gaze lingered on his hands for a second too longâlarge, steady hands moving with unexpected gentleness as he brushed a few dark strands away from his face.
âYou donât have to thank me,â he replied with a small smile.
His golden eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something there. Something warm. Soft.
Your heart skipped.
You probably imagined it⊠right?
Yeah. That had to be it.
You were about to say somethingâanything to fill the silence that suddenly felt too awareâbut Sokka appeared out of nowhere, returning from the bar with three drinks in hand.
âHope you didnât miss me too much⊠although that would be flattering,â he said, winking at you dramatically.
The joke was terrible.
And precisely because of that, you couldnât help the smile slipping out.
His hand trembled slightly as he handed you your drink.
âHere you go,â he added before turning to Zuko. âAnd this oneâs yours. Hope you go completely wild tonight.â
Zuko blinked, visibly confused, unsure how to respond.
You bit your lip, holding back a laugh.
Their dynamic⊠never stopped being ridiculously entertaining.
âŠ
You remained seated on the towel, drink in hand, watching the waves roll in and out⊠but not really seeing them.
Something inside you had dimmed.
Maybe it was the way Katara looked so radiant under the sunâso beautiful, so confident. Even Toph, lying there without a care in the world, seemed more⊠secure. More comfortable in her own skin than you had ever felt.
You let out a quiet sigh.
âAre you okay?â Zukoâs voice came closer than you expected.
You turned your head slightly. He wasnât relaxed anymoreâhe was watching you with that quiet attentiveness of his, the kind that always seemed to see more than you said.
âYeah⊠just tired,â you lied, lowering your gaze to the drink in your hands.
A brief silence.
âThat didnât sound very convincing,â Sokka added nearby.
You huffed softly. âDidnât know you were an expert in emotions now.â
âI am,â he shot back without hesitation. âEspecially when someoneâs making that face.â
âWhat face?â
âThat âIâm fineâ face when youâre clearly not.â
You rolled your eyes, though without much energy to argue. You took a small sip, the bitterness of the alcohol warming your throat uncomfortably. Zuko, meanwhile, stayed quiet.
Instead, you felt his hand brush against yoursâjust barely, like he was testing whether youâd pull away.
You didnât. You didnât have the strength to.
âYou donât have to pretend,â he said softly.
His tone was different. Softer. Closer.
Something in your chest tightened.
âIâm not pretendingâŠâ
âYes, you are,â Sokka cut in, this time without his usual teasing tone. âAnd itâs weird, because youâre usually terrible at lying.â
You looked at him, ready to snap backâbut the words didnât come.
Because they were right.
You dropped your gaze again, that uncomfortable knot forming in your throat.
âItâs just thatâŠâ you started, but stopped.
What were you even going to say?
That you didnât feel like enough.
That even surrounded by them, part of you still felt out of place.
Ridiculous.
You shook your head. âForget it.â
But this time, Zuko didnât let you slip away so easily.
His hand moved, covering yours completely. His warmth contrasted with the cool ocean breeze.
âLook at me,â he said.
You hesitated.
But you did. And there it was againâthat look.
âYouâre not out of place here. You know that, right?â
You blinked, startled, something inside you wavering.
âThen why does it feel like it?â you murmured.
The silence that followed wasnât uncomfortable.
It was⊠heavy.
Sokka sighed softly beside you, rubbing the back of his neck. âBecause your head is a terrible place to live sometimes. Trust me, Iâve got experience.â
That earned a small smile from you.
âBut that doesnât make it true,â he added, leaning closer.
Zuko didnât look away. âIf you could see yourself the way we see youâŠâ he started, then trailed off.
âItâd be a lot harder for you to think like that,â Sokka finished with a half-smile.
Heat crept up your face. âYouâre exaggeratingâŠâ
âNo,â Zuko said firmly. His thumb brushed lightly against your skinâa small gesture, but enough to make you lose your train of thought. âWeâre not.â
The air shifted.
Heavier. Closer.
Sokka rested an arm behind you, close enough for you to feel him without it being overwhelming. âBesides,â he added with a crooked smile, âif you werenât amazing⊠why do you think weâre here with you instead of annoying someone else?â
A soft laugh escaped youâthis time more genuine. âThat proves nothing.â
âOf course it does,â he said. âI donât share my time with just anyone.â
âNeither do I,â Zuko added, not breaking eye contact.
That didnât sound like a joke.
âŠ
You met Zuko through Sokka.
At first, it was⊠complicated. But slowly, you started to understand who he really wasâbeyond the rigid posture and intimidating stare, there was someone patient, restrained⊠deeply gentle.
And despite everythingâthe war, the title, the weight they both carried as friends of the Avatarâthey still held onto something that completely disarmed you:
That simplicity.
That way they were with you, like⊠you were enough.
Even if you still struggled to believe it.
And yet, here you were now between them, in the beautiful bedroom Zuko ordered to prepare so you could rest, except you wouldnât do that tonightâyou kiss Sokka while Zuko trailed wet kisses down your neck, his hands exploring your body with a certain hesitance while Sokka worked at the knots of your bikini.
You pulled away from Sokka just enough to breathe, but he chased your lips, trying to drag the kiss out longer. A soft kiss brushed your cheek before a hand gently turned your headâZukoâs lips grazed the corner of your mouth before claiming you fully, while Sokka pressed kisses along your jaw.
The sudden air against your now bare skin, paired with Sokkaâs firm grip on your ass, tore a moan from your throatâone Zuko swallowed with a low, approving sound.
His movements were slow at first, almost unsure, like he was learning youâuntil he found the right angle and kissed you properly. Deep. Consuming. His tongue dragging against yours in a way that made your breath hitch. It was hungryâdevouring you like a man starved, leaving you breathless.
God⊠you were almost certain your collarbones and chest were flushed red from the relentless attention of Sokkaâs mouth.
Zuko pulled back, breath uneven, eyes dark with desireâjust like Sokkaâs.
âAre you okay with continuing?â Sokka asked against your neck, then looked at you seriously.
Zuko pulled back slightly, waiting.
Waiting for your answer. And spiritsâyou felt so heard. So cared for.
They wouldnât do anything you didnât want. They wouldnât. You nodded first, flushed and breathless before managing, âYeah⊠Iâm sure.â
Sokka was the first to take control, guiding you onto the bedâand for a second, you wondered if all three of you would even fit, because for the first time you really noticed the difference in their builds.
Sokka was only a few centimeters taller than Zuko, a bit leaner, but his muscles were well-defined. Zuko, on the other hand, was broaderâhis sturdier frame sometimes made him seem taller than he actually was.
And then there was youâbetween them, feeling smaller.
You sat slowly on the soft mattress, your gaze flicking from Sokka to Zuko, their eyes dark as they took you in. You could feel the slick heat between your thighs, your arousal already soaking your folds and inner thighs.
Your hands trembledâjust slightlyâas you reached for the waistband of their shorts, pushing them down slowly.
Zuko wouldnât admit it out loud, but this was the first time anyone had ever sucked him off.
He watched you carefully while Sokka settled behind you, his cock already hard, right in front of your face.
Your eyes lingered on Zuko first.
His cock was⊠intimidating. Thick, veined, the head flushed with need, a few drops of pre-cum already sliding down the length of him.
Sokkaâs, in contrast, was prettierâslightly curved, slimmerâbut something told you heâd still make you cry.
You felt him behind you, brushing against your entrance. For a moment, you thought heâd push into your wet cuntâbut he didnât. Not yet.
Your hand, steadier now, wrapped around Zukoâs cock, moving slowly, timidly at first, stroking up and downâtrying not to miss a single inch.
Zukoâusually so composedâstruggled to keep his breathing steady.
Then he felt your mouth.
Warm. Wet. Wrapping around him.
Spirits⊠your lips stretched around him, and you were sure the corners of your mouth would ache later.
You tried to focus, but Sokkaâs hands roaming your body made it impossible. His fingers dragged along your skin before pinching your nipples lightly, his lips leaving wet kisses along your neck.
A moan slipped out of youâvibrating around Zukoâs cockâand he let out a low groan in response.
Sokkaâs fingers slid lower, almost playfully, finding the wet heat between your thighs.
He didnât hesitate.
His fingers circled your clit slowly, teasing, drawing it outâmaking sure your orgasm stayed just out of reach.
Your muffled moans pressed against Zuko, your lips wrapped around him.
âLook at her⊠so wet. Such a dirty girl,â Sokka murmured hoarsely against your ear.
Then his arm slipped around your neckânot tight, but firm enough to guide youâkeeping you right where he wanted you, still sucking Zukoâs cock.
Your half-lidded eyes lifted to Zuko, and you could see itâhis control slipping, the tension in his jaw as he tried to hold himself together.
Your saliva dripped down your chin, making a mess of you.
A pretty mess.
You sucked him a few more times before pulling back for air, your tongue dragging slowly along his length, licking up the saliva that had gathered there.
Then you turned toward Sokkaâyour gaze hungry.
Yeah.
You were completely worked up. His fingers left your heat only long enough to lay you back on the bed.
He followed immediately, a crooked smile on his lips. For a brief second, warmth bloomed in your chestâsomething soft you couldnât quite placeâbut it vanished the moment you felt lips press against your soaked folds.
Zuko.
A curse slipped from your mouth before it turned into a moan against Sokkaâs lips, because he was already kissing you again while Zukoâs large hands spread your legs wider.
Your handâno longer shyâslid into Zukoâs dark hair, guiding him, pressing him closer as he kissed your clit.
Something he was more than willing to keep doing.
Sokkaâs hands covered your breasts, kneading your flesh like he couldnât get enough. His mouth left yours just long enough to kiss your nipples before he straightened slightly, bringing his cock closer to your lips.
His fingers tightened in your hair. You didnât hesitate. You took him into your mouth while Zuko ate you out.
You werenât going to last.
Not when Zukoâs fingers slid inside you, searching for the right rhythm to push you closer to the edge. Sokka wasnât far behind eitherâthe way his grip on your hair tightened, the way he fucked your mouthâyou were a fucking sight.
âThatâs it⊠come for us.â
You whimpered as your climax crashed into you, your senses overwhelmed.
Sokka cursed under his breath before pulling away, spilling across your face.
You were too dazed to even process the feeling of his cum on your skin, though you vaguely registered him yelping, apologizing as he scrambled for something to clean you.
Zuko looked up at you from between your thighs, a little awkward, a little concernedâbut there was something warm in his gaze that made your cunt clench again.
Sokka came back with a cloth, gently wiping your face. âYou okay?â
You nodded weakly, letting out a breath. âYeah⊠that felt good.â You wanted to keep going.
Spirits, you really did. Who knew if these two incredibly attractive men would ever fuck you again? Zuko helped you stand up, then turned you around so your back faced him andâ
You yelped when he suddenly lifted you, your legs spreading instinctively as his strong arms held you up. You were completely exposed in front of Sokkaâyour flushed, swollen clit on full display. You were a show. You felt the tip of Zukoâs cock press against your entrance, making you gasp. âRelax,â he murmured against your ear.
You tried.
You really did.
Because when he pushed inside, it felt like he might split you in halfâbut it felt so good. Your wet cunt swallowed him whole. He gave you a moment to adjust before starting to moveâslow at first, each thrust deeper than the last. Your body stretched around him, adjusting, taking more and more.
The angleâ
God, the angleâ
He was so deep, hitting your cervix with every thrust, making your mouth fall open, drool slipping past your lips. You couldnât stop the moan that tore from your throat when he shifted slightly andâ
There.
Your G-spot.
Just when you thought it couldnât get any betterâ
Sokka leaned in and started licking your clit. Your toes curled tightly, your whole body shaking from the overwhelming sensations crashing into you. You sobbed as you came hard, your body giving in completelyâyour release spilling out, soaking Sokkaâs face. You squirt right in his face.
âLook at you⊠shameless. Getting him all messy too⊠is that payback?â Zuko murmured against your neck, amusement in his voice. You flushed harderâbut before you could even try to apologizeâ
Sokka licked you clean. Completely.
Melting you all over again. âDid that make you clench? Fuck⊠such a dirty girl,â Zukoâs voice was strained nowâhe was close. Sokkaâs hand slid over your stomach, pressing lightly, appreciating the bulge of Zuko inside you. You hadnât even noticed it before. Spiritsâit was too much. You werenât going to lastâ
âI think sheâs gonna come again⊠cute little thing,â Sokka murmured, kissing your stomach. Your vision went white as you came again, and Zuko followed right after, spilling inside you.
You felt dizzy, your breathing uneven as you tried to steady yourself. It had been a lotâbut you werenât complaining.
It felt too good. Zuko lowered you slowly, pulling out of you before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, letting Sokka catch you.
âThat⊠was amazing,â you managed, breathless.
Sokka smirked. âGuess that means you want to keep going?â
âYouâd be guessing right,â you replied weakly.
He pushed you until your back touched the bed, he put your legs up against your chest, your knees almost brushing your breasts, letting your legs rest comfortably on his shoulders as he slid back inside your still-sensitive cunt with ease.
He cursed. âDonât think Iâm gonna last⊠not after that show you put on earlier,â he groaned, kissing your neck, his hands gripping your chest, playing with your nipples until you whimpered as he start moving inside youâgoing deeper and deeper.
You werenât going to last either.
The sounds of skin slapping, your soft criesâit all echoed in the room. You couldnât focus on anything else. You were drunk on him. You trembled, pathetic, as you came again, tightening around him.
âFuck⊠youâre so pretty. Look at you,â Sokka groaned, barely holding on before he finally came deep inside you.
You gasped when he pulled out, collapsing beside you. You didnât need a mirror to know how wrecked you looked.
Zuko returned just then, holding a couple of damp cloths, already dressed in underwearâyou hadnât even noticed when he left.
âDid you bring one for meââ Sokka didnât get to finish before Zuko tossed a cloth at his face, making him yelp indignantly.
That made you laugh softly, even if your body ached.
You tried to sit up, but Zuko stopped you, gently starting to clean you himself so tenderly.
Some of y'all little shits need to stop mentioning Heated Rivalry in every other comment section ever. For some of y'all straight (yes it is mostly you guys And also a handful amount of lgbtq folks as well) suckers this is (probably) the first time to watch two men fucking in a visual media series and hyping it up because duh eye candy and sex sells. But y'all are those assholes who take it as some sorta entitlement that you've only watched "mature gay stuff", " Gay sex scenes" Blah blah blah as if gay media with mature scenes haven't existed in other countries for so fucking long. Idc if I get hate on this but no FUCK NO, Sugusato, Narusasu any other gay ships (especially the anime ones) etc is not your "heated rivalry".
What's the point in me writing fics. I'll just go to sleep. Get my life wasted away for something or the other I guess. Everyday the urge to not wake up anymore is getting real.
