Scaralover

18! He/him, They/Them, Taglish speaking Filo (I make a lot of stuff, but I'm really lazy) and obviously, I LOVE SCARAMOUCHE

[yukiko-istired]

Hi! I'm Yuki and I'm planning a Scaramouche x Dom!Male!Reader, Filo!SocmedAu because I don't see many so I thought I'd do it myself, so if you liked this sneak peak, you can follow my main, @yuki-istired for more soon enough!

An Filo!Modern!Au Where you finally stop chasing after your crush, Scaramouche, after years of pining (Cliché, I know)

Note:

This au is a modern college au, where reader is implied to be a "dominant" male, so, sorry submissive girlies or boys but unfortunately you are not my target audience. But if you'd still like to follow along, who am I to stop you.

Just please make sure you do not berate me with 'why isn't it gender neutral?' Or 'can't you make the reader a female/more submissive?', because no. I will not, very sorry my loves.

[yukiko-istired]

Update: This account is now the main and the other is now the alt due to personal problems with a former friend. Yes this series is still going, yes it's still in development. Why? Because the art used in the profiles of the characters were made by my former friend so I had this whole moral debacle inside my mind and have decided to just start from the very beginning instead of having to keep overthinking everytime I post another part, because- duh, it's not my art. In other words, with about 100+ of screenshots, I was only able to keep about 10-12 of the screenshots I've taken, all of which are not in chronological order, and I know you guys(tumbleweed rolls through) must realize how absolutely demotivating that is and realizing I had to delete about a hundred screenshots, this just got shoved under the rug in favour of doing more important things, exams, enrollments, projects, thesis' and so on. I honestly feel really guilty how someone who saw this probably expected another part (then forgot about it) but then suddenly the writer just dips after hyping the entire shit up.

Hopefully I'll have more time and motivation now, seeing as I've been using writing fan fiction as a way to distract myself from using ai chat bots (an Idea I got from another writer, thank you so much) as well as a way to make me feel like Im actually improving on myself (hence the distraction part). And as of right now? It's working pretty well, it's been about a couple of months since I've last touched those things.

I promise you guys, it's my target to finish this before y'all are dead, you WILL see the ending, I just need a bit more time (and storage)

Tldr: This acc is now the main acc, the original main is now the alt, stopped this series due to pfp's being a former friend's art, lost motivation because I had to delete about 100 screenshots. Yes I'm still working on it, yes it's still in development. No it is not trashed. Will update as soon as I can. Ty guys for your patience, seriously.

[scheidungsgrund]

from twitter user deejaygeejaygee

[galecstatic]

it just gets better

and better

[goingonanadventuremaybe]

[funnyfroge]

[asideofbpd]

i don’t have the healthiest coping methods but i haven’t killed myself yet so where’s my fucking medal

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Definition of a Woman

Only a woman can transmit mtDNA to children.

Why?

Women are the Origin-Bearers of Human Energy

Because every human cell is powered by mitochondria inherited from a woman, she is the literal spark of life.

Foundations of the Living Lineage

Humanity stands on the UNBROKEN maternal chain of mtDNA (mitochondria DNA).

Without it, the lineage collapses.

Women are Mothers of the Eternal Cell

This is a public service announcement.

Definition of a Woman

Source: Definition of a Woman

[alwayscorvus]

Omega Neji Looking After His Alpha

alpha!malereader × omega!Neji, fluff;

omega!Neji who loves doting on you~

omega!Neji who was never really keen on being an omega. Just another obligation forced upon him by fate. Another limitation preventing him from making his own decisions

omega!Neji who despite everything, always performed duties expected of an omega “because it was just the right thing to do”

omega!Neji who after meeting you, completely changed his mind and for the first time in his life was happy to be an omega

omega!Neji who needs to be perfect in every role, including being houseomega

omega!Neji who wakes up early every day to make you breakfast. Who, before stepping out from under the covers, looks at you with dreamy eyes and plants a warm kiss on your temple. Purring softly that it’s time to get up

omega!Neji who tiptoes barefoot through the hallway lined with chilly tiles, trying to get to wooden kitchen as quickly as possible

omega!Neji who first boils water to warm and wake himself up a little bit

omega!Neji who always cooks something homemade and nutritious. Just to take care of your health and well-being in the best way possible. He's this type who even bakes his own bread

omega!Neji who always makes sure that when you come out of a bathroom, a steaming cup of linden tea will already be awaiting you on a table. Made from flowers which you gather together every summer. From trees sheltering your cottage. In the attic, you have a whole storehouse of boxes filled with this goodness

omega!Neji who, while placing a plate of breakfast in front of you, offers you a tender kiss on your lips

omega!Neji who always naively hopes it will be just a brief, affectionate touch. But whom you always trick by prolonging the kiss, wanting to savor as much of this pleasure as possible. Not letting go of his soft lips until they turn red and swollen

omega!Neji who at the table always asks with curiosity and care about your plans for the day. And also, excitedly shares his own. He has to go to a market today to restock the fridge. Wednesday is a sale day! He wants to pick up the medicine from a clinic that Sakura prepared for you... And Hinata asked him to watch her son for a bit, because she hasn’t been on a date with Shino in a long time… There is plenty to do!

omega!Neji who puts his whole heart into preparing a bento for you every time you go to work. And he really does it with the utmost care and dedication. He cuts every vegetable or piece of fruit with perfect precision. Turns cucumbers into stars, whose every point is exactly the same size. Picks out the plumpest grapes (of course, he always looks for seedless ones at the market!) and skewers them on toothpicks with decorative flowers on ends. His main dishes are always enjoyably warm. And his carefully shaped onigiri’s never fall apart

omega!Neji who never forgets to include a little note in your bento box with a declaration of love and some interesting fact about the world he recently read in Hyuga clan library

omega!Neji who always walks you to the door when you go to work. With a smile full of love and affection, he watches as you put on your shoes. After that, hands you a briefcase with a bento box and while standing on his tiptoes, plants a warm kiss on your lips, purring for you to return safely. Who also greets you in the same spot when you return from a city

omega!Neji who believes that taking good care of his alpha is his greatest pride

omega!Neji who makes your little wooden cottage always smell of his pheromones. As soon as you open the door, an intense scent of lilac with a cool winter note hits your face. Cooling your emotions and soothing nerves. Evoking safety and comfort. Making you genuinely feel at... home

omega!Neji who never forgets to tend vegetable and herb garden that he planted right after you moved into your own house. He believes that having your own food source is highly beneficial

omega!Neji who is considering growing his own small orchard on that one undeveloped piece of your lot. Or maybe even squeezing a small chicken coop in there? Fresh eggs would certainly improve the quality of your breakfasts. Besides feathered company would be quite charming

omega!Neji who decorates your wooden cottage with perfectly white sheets, tablecloths and pillows. And a large number of freshly picked flowers

omega!Neji who loves having guests over. Inviting Tenten and Hinata over for tea and serving them new recipes

omega!Neji who, while on missions in his youth, had to learn how to sew. During battle, clothes often tore and far from village there was no access to a tailor. Neither Lee nor Gai Sensei seemed qualified enough to possess such skills, while Tenten always had higher interests on her mind - such as rare, powerful weapons

omega!Neji who now puts those skills to use at home. He always carries a few threads and spare buttons in his pouch. So in an emergency he can patch up a tear for you or your friends. Sometimes he even sews clothes for you himself

omega!Neji who puts on your oversized sweaters when he starts missing you too much. When house feels too empty and too cold without you by his side- When you’re away on a mission for a long time- When he can’t hear your laughter that warms his heart or pleasant compliments you’re constantly throwing his way- Breathing in your pheromones is his only solace when he sits alone on a couch with his knees tucked up and lights off

omega!Neji who loves it when you massage his face with slow, circular motions. Especially around his eyes, where veins often stand out from his intense use of Byakugan. You always relax his muscles

omega!Neji who always giggles and almost kicks you with his feet, trying to wriggle out from under your body. As you shower his face with a thousand of sweet, butterfly kisses. It tickles so much! His melodious laughter quickens your heartbeat and is like a honey to your ears

omega!Neji who learned the most effective massage techniques from specialists in his clan. Thanks to that, he can always help you when you return from a mission aching all over

omega!Neji who despite being retired from his profession still has rough hands. His techniques too difficult to forget

omega!Neji who in case of an emergency, is always ready to fight by your side. And at that moments, he is exceptionally strong and untouchable. He is not a useless omega. He must protect his alpha!

omega!Neji who reads you bedtime stories, stroking your head during particularly difficult moments. By hearing his gentle, slightly hoarse voice and lying on his incredibly comfy lap, you quickly drift off. And Neji doesn’t have a heart to wake you. He’d rather gaze at you with a smile

omega!Neji who loves your intimate moments. When he sits cross-legged on your wooden terrace at sunrise or sunset and you run your fingers through his long, silky hair. Sometimes at his special request, you even style his thick hair into braids so that he can sleep more comfortably. It’s such a sweet moment when the two of you sit together in intimate silence, broken only by cicadas songs. In a cottage on the outskirts of Konoha. Admiring your garden. All those beautiful, colorful flowers that Neji planted so diligently. Carefully analyzing their locations in advance. Which species prefer light, which grow better in company

omega!Neji who at night, takes your hand and leads you towards the bedroom with a sweet smile. When you can only blindly follow your beloved orb of light

omega!Neji who buries his head in your chest and breathes in your scent. Only then does his omega feel completely safe and can fall asleep peacefully

omega!Neji who prefers his life as a houseomega. After all no one demands anything from him or forces him to do something. Finally he can do what he really likes and decide everything on his own. And in the end, he has already managed to change the world before you even moved in together...

omega!Neji who is already secretly planning your wedding. Or rather not really discreetly, he isn’t exactly quiet about it. He considers it as foundation of a good relationship and final confirmation of your love

[alwayscorvus]

NARUTO Masterlist:

(mostly) male!reader x male!character (also) male!reader x female!character

Neji:

Omega Neji Looking After His Alpha

Kiba:

Omega Kiba Working On Instincts

Sakura:

Your life in Naruto's world

Gaara:

Gaara Being Mad At His Mizukage Husband

Multiple Characters:

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[bebx]

[dvlboy]

heats- gorou and itto

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hope everyone had a good christmas!! anywasys i made this :} not my favourite ngl but i was already basically done and didn’t want to scrap it

its pretty n*fw in general- also idk what to tag anything anymore :(

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[dvlboy]

painfully desperate saja boys trying to convince manager reader not to leave them,, like when you tell them that you’re off to manage another group and that you’re set to start in a month, all hell breaks loose.

maybe they hate how formal you are about it too, as if there haven’t been lines crossed many times before, as if they haven’t woken up in your bed with their true forms and a sore body. they hate how hard your eyes look as you stare at them, as if they were nothing more then your clients when you know their deepest secrets.

then things get desperate, the try as a group to get you to stay, try to renegotiate.. they try individually as well, but nothing works.

things start getting strange a week before your scheduled leave. sometimes they ignore you, sometimes you can feel them glaring into the back of your head. abby and jinu might even work against you, purposely disobeying you, trying to mask the hurt.

and honestly they don’t even know why they’re acting like this, feeling so many emotions for a human. but all that they know is that they don’t want you gone, and that they’d do anything for you to stay. and that desperation is what throws them into the deep end, without the morals of human society to hold them back, shit breaks loose.

they promised you a loooong time ago that they’d never use their powers on you, but you also promised them that you’d stay. sometimes promises have to be broken in order for you to stay. they just… need you to stop resisting them.

(you wake up strapped to a chair, and five very hungry men eying you like a piece of meat, maybe even with their names engraved into your chest)

[sentinl]

zuko goes absolutely fucking feral seeing you in fire nation attire. you’ve known him since you were kids, so he’s used to seeing you in water tribe clothing. but you visit him one time and decide to dress in traditional fire nation robes, and zuko goes crazy.

when you stepped into his hall, dressed like that, his brain went straight into overdrive. it gives him a certain sense of pride, seeing you in his nation’s silks. all of his professionalism goes straight out the window, and he orders everyone else out of the meeting room with a flick of his hand, his advisors scatter like squirrel mice, leaving just you and him in a huge, empty hall.

he beckons you towards him, and you slowly approach the throne. the moment you’re close enough, he grabs at your wrist, yanking you into him. he captures your lips, both his hands coming up to frame your face. your hands land in his hair, brushing through the rivers of black strands.

he twirls you around so you’re seated on the throne, and he breaks the kiss to trail pecks down the side of your neck. he reaches the junction between your neck and shoulder, digging his teeth into the skin.

“zuko— what are you—“

“my lord.” he kneels between your legs, lifting the fabric around your legs. he presses kisses up the your thighs, sucking and biting at the skin.

“zuko, get up. your robes are going to get dirty.”

“my king,” he continues. he doesn’t stand. he takes you into his mouth, and your whole body flushes, embarrassment flooding your face. the sounds are obscene; wet and wanton and it echoes around the hall, filthy and lewd.

“wait, wait. please, zu— i’m going to-” your release floods his mouth, and he presses his head deeper against you, swallowing every drop. he pulls off of you, both of you gasping against each other. “holy fuck, zuko. what—”

“you are never wearing anything else ever again.”

"i dont write smut" me when i lie. no but actually where are the zuko x male reader fics im dying over here guys please send help

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[ayzhen]

ᣟ𐚁˳ EXITIN - (song by cece natalie) : GAANG

content ୭˚. ᵎᵎ mdni : m!earthbender!reader, all chars aged (altoa) up (obvi) fingering, oral (giving & rec), p in v, anal, cumplay, slight size kink, finger sucking, nipple play, improper use of metalbending, avatar state, creampies, overstimulation, bulging, squirting, handcuff usage, slightly rough s, pet names, swearing, degradation, praising, multi-positions, biting, spitting, making them cry, slight pussy!drunk m!reader, needy chars + m!reader, & loving aftercare

pairs included ୭˚. ᵎᵎ m!earthbender!reader x zuko, m!earthbender!reader x aang, m!earthbender!reader x sokka, m!earthbender!reader x katara, & m!earthbender!reader x toph.

wc ୭˚. ᵎᵎ 6.8k

a/n ୭˚. ᵎᵎ hi my precious bbys! im FINALLY rolling this out because yes why not, my longest writing piece so far, and because im just feeling freaky rn so, take my long fic that i specially spurted out for you, hope you like it yeow!

ᣟ𐚁˳ KATARA - "so you'll be close to me, really"

“for tui’s sake, when is this idiot coming home,” katara mumbled under her breath, putting in slight aggression as she was cutting up thin slices of kanpachi and salmon, laying them in an ice tray and salting them lightly for them to freeze and then ultimately dry for preservation.

katara had brought you to the southern water tribe to visit her people, to show you her culture.. to show you a piece of her. though at first she was slightly hesitant, heck, she even asked sokka for advice (which made zero progress regardless). she was unsure if you would want to travel all the way south from home with her to the cold freezing temperatures, the surrounding environment from grounding earth and vegetation to snow, ice, and water, knowing you were unused to it. yet, you obliged fully, kissing her hands ever so lovingly as you reassured her that you would be just fine, because she would be there with you. and she felt herself love you even more, if that was even possible.

a set of heavier footsteps echoed outside of the sealskin tent the tribe members had provided you both, since she had informed them, or rather humored them, that an igloo would probably have you freeze to death in your sleep, perhaps. her eyes narrow to the entrance of the tent being lifted with you entering inside, a beaming smile on your face as you came inside to the warmth of the tent, your breaths came out in soft puffs in the air as you heaved a big woven basket inside, filled with sea prunes that your girlfriend had specifically requested so she could prepare one of her favorite childhood dishes for you. the anorak that had been gifted to you by her had been worn by you in this moment, shades of blue fabric with white fluffy polar bear fur trimmed at the edges, embroidery of a more sage green flower design across the coat as a little reminder of the earth, a special accent to represent you. you take off your gloves and set them aside, as katara continues with cleaning and cutting the fish in front of her.

“hi baby, i missed you,” you beamed, walking over to her, holding her wrist and pulling her close, tilting her chin up and placing a chaste kiss on her lips, your lips cold and soft against her sweet and warm ones. 

katara leans in despite wanting to give you an earful, her hands had let go of the knife and fish, not touching you but placing her arms over your shoulders. she pulls back a bit, “your lips are too cold, idiot. you’ve been outside for so long, where were you,” she asks, slipping her arms off of you and wiping her hands with a rag, giving you a stern look to which you raise your eyebrows before your hand cups the back of your neck. “well.. the children wanted me to bend with the stones they’d collected.. and then they wanted to decorate my hair, right,” you said, and her eyes narrowed to your hair, glancing at the beads that were woven into your hair, and she couldn’t help but smile and sigh softly. 

“im sorry, katara, i really am. i didn’t keep track of time,” you said sheepishly, and she waves a hand, before she leans into you for another kiss. 

you kiss her, hands on her waist, her matching parka identical to yours without the green embroidery, soft fabric under your hands. she pulls back enough to still brush her lips against yours, “are you cold, handsome?” she whispers against them, and you couldn’t help but tilt your face to kiss down her jaw, to which you felt her breath hitch softly, her hands moving to the back of your head, gently urging you closer. 

“..let me warm you up too, somehow..,” you murmur.

“im glad you’re having fun, my love,” she says sweetly, and you hum, gently sucking the soft skin under her ear. “..too much fun.. mh- without me,” she teases, to which you stop and pull up to look at her, and she continued, keeping her face and gaze soft and almost pitiful, and you couldn’t help but blink before speaking. 

“you know that’s not—”

“but it so is,” she says with a soft sigh, looking away from you, and you blink in disbelief this time, before you see the corner of her lip threatening to curve into her signature smile, and you decide to play along, a soft sigh emitting from your own lips before you leap close to her ear, lips brushing against the shell before you whisper, “let me prove it to you otherwise, pretty.”

“w—wait…mmhh.. s-slow down..,” katara whines, hands gripping your shoulders as three long fingers plunge deep inside her soaked pussy, her legs squirming as she fights the tight coil waiting to burst in her lower belly.

you were kissing the soft skin of her neck, her clothes fully discarded, soft brown skin under your lips as warm as the heat from the fire that casted a soft glow over the two of you on the makeshift constructed bed.

“..doing so good for me, katara.. breathe my pretty girl,” you whispered, lips leaving wet kisses anywhere your lips could reach as your thumb rubbed her swollen clit, and she jerked under your touch, nails digging into your skin, leaving small crescent indents in your skin as she felt her climax reach. 

“m-mmggh ..c..cu—ngh! im..cuhhmiinnng!,” she moans, her head thrown back as you feel her juices squirt onto you and the sheets. you continued rubbing her clit through her orgasm as she squealed in your hold, your fingers retreating after being inside knuckle deep, rubbing her dripping folds with the warm fingers and the edge of the palm of your hand.

“so, so pretty.. you were waiting f’me, hm?” you say kissing her chest that was heaving, her thighs closing and legs crossing as she puts her hands on your face. “stop it..,” 

“you goin’ shy on me now?” you say, smiling against her hand, and she moves her palms to the sides of your face, pulling you down for a kiss.

“..you at least owe me your cock, you know..to prove it to me and all,” she whispers against your lips, and you smile, already pumping your cock with your hand, the flush red tip throbbing ever since you had stripped her bare.

“..you got it, i’ll make you feel all my reasons.. to prove it to you, of course..,” you wink, kissing her sweetly as if you hadn’t just made her violently squirt, your hand parting her legs again, and she sighs against your lips feeling the cool air hit her already soaked and puffy pussy, as you align yourself with her, thrusting into her slowly before bottoming out in one go and falling over her, propped up on your forearms on either side of her.

both of you held your breath for a second, her hands wrapping around your neck, and her legs hooking onto the sides of your waist, urging you as deep as you could possibly be, biting her lip at the feeling.

“..so deeeep,” she says in a moan-like breathy whisper, and you smile, your lips clashing with hers as your rock your hips, the warmth of your bodies and the brushing of her tits bouncing against your chest made you moan into the kiss.

“..f-fuck..squeezin’ me s’tight,” you groaned, adjusting yourself slightly, a hand moving to hook one of her legs onto your shoulder, thrusting into her at a new angle just so you could see that pretty bulge in her stomach, caused by you, of course.

she moaned out your name loudly at the switch of position, gripping the sheets and whatever she could, as you lay her back down minutes after, huffing a laugh as you pressed on the bulge that was now prominent in her lower stomach. she moans, looking up at you with tears glossing her eyes, tits bouncing, and even her hair loopies were now astray with the rest of her usually neatly tied hair. you leaned down, kissing her sweet lips, and she moaned into yours, tears sliding down her skin that seemed as if it was glowing to you.

“pretty..s’pretty katara..f-fuck..gna cum..,” you pant out, your thrusts getting sloppy with each rock of your hips, and you felt her get close, earning a moan in response.

you dipped your head to her chest, your tongue swirling around her nipple, taking it into your mouth as her hand lazily came to rest behind your head, pressing your mouth closer, causing you to moan around it as you suck and slightly dig your teeth into the sensitive skin as the both of you release with a loud moan, a kind of melody that echoed inside the tent, as she wraps her limbs around you, and you move to kiss her face tenderly, lazily rocking your hips into her, riding out your high and hers, your cum pumping into her with hot thick spurts as a creamy white ring takes its place at the base of your cock when you pull out of her.

she sighs at the loss of you deep inside her. you breathe heavily, kissing her tears off her face, then kiss her lips softly, nuzzling your nose into her cheek. “did s’good.. so, so good,” you mumbled, and she hums, her hands tangled in your hair now, kissing your forehead, as she smiles at you warmly.

“..so did i prove it?” you beam at her despite this state.

her smile turns into a sly grin, eyes narrowing. “..wellll,” she trails off, and she glances back to you, seeing you lips pout softly, eyes pleading with her.

“..you big..beefy..okay! okay..you proved it.. really well..,” she huffs, giving in and kissing your face as you huff a soft hearty laugh, and she can’t help but smile. 

“im glad then, my pretty girl.”

“stop that..”

“..so pretty.. all mine, my strong girl.” you hum, kissing her cheek repeatedly and she can’t help but giggle softly, hugging you close as you encase your much larger arms around her and her hands trace over the wooden beads woven into your hair by the children as you had described earlier. you nuzzled into the warmth of her neck, covering her as if you were her blanket.

“..baby?” you ask after a few seconds.

“mm?”

“..could you.. y’know.. like use your waterbending to.. clean us up? ..cus y’know how it’s liquid right—”

“absolutely not!”

ᣟ𐚁˳ AANG - "to hear me all day, it gets you higher"

“i wanna suck your cock.”

you almost spit the water that was currently in your mouth, coughing slightly as you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. you look up at aang in disbelief. the both of you were sweaty and heaving after a training session with earthbending, the sage green tunic you wore was unbuttoned, your toned body and abs shone in the light of the sun that casted itself through the cracks between the trees.

“..what.. matter of fact where is this comin’ from?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you flicked your wrist and conveniently a stone rose through the soft grassy ground, and you sat atop of it, hands planted behind you as you manspread with your legs, head tilted and looking at him.

the avatar looks at you with his soft doe eyes, the pretty grey color reflecting his inner turmoil of lust and love for you. 

“..just wanna thank you, will you let me?” he asks, moving closer and kneeling between the gap of your legs and you raise a hand into your hair, scratching in thought as you sigh.

“yeah.. who am i to deny that,” you give a sly but cheeky smile, before using a hand to slide off your pants and boxers in one fluid motion, aang aided you in sliding them off your legs completely, taking off your soft leather shoes, leaving your lower half bare as he takes in your long girth, the tip flushed a pretty deep red, practically salivating as he leans forward, his tongue darting out to lick the tip.

“..don’t tease.. aang..,” you huff, a hand guiding his head deeper, and he complies, looking up at you as he takes more of your length, slowly bobbing up and down, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and pulls out low moans from you. 

you tilt your head back, a hand still on the base of his head, ragged breaths leaving your mouth as you felt yourself slipping, and you sit up, earning a look from aang, before you practically shove yourself down his throat, a low groan as you release your thick hot seed down his throat.

the avatar chokes slightly at the sudden sensation, but he grips your thighs, promising a bruise afterward as he accommodates, swallowing each drop before pulling off with a wet pop.

your breathing evens along with his, and he looks up at you with glossy eyes. “did..did i do good?” he asks, and you pull him up, practically stripping away his trousers and whatever clothing you saw before you pull him onto your lap, and you hastily slam your lips into his.

aang let himself be pulled by you, his warm palms on your face as yours rest low on his hips, rubbing idle circles with your thumbs as you raise his hips, before guiding him onto your length, lowering him down inch by inch as he moans into your mouth, his hole flutters around your length as his ass met your thighs, you buried inside him til the hilt, you cross your legs, and he wraps his legs around you, the lotus position not something foreign to the two of you.

“.. ‘m gunna move.. yeah?” you huff, and you earn a shaky breath from aang as you thrust up into him, and he meets your pace, riding you in your lap as you wrapped your arms around him, hitting his sensitive bundle of nerves every time you moved your hips, earning loud cries from aang. you kiss his skin softly, biting down onto his skin and soothing the slight sting with your warm tongue, and you enjoy each pretty sound that came out of his mouth.

his untouched cock was dripping with precum in between the two of you, rubbing up against both of your torsos as it flushes a dark red, awaiting to burst as he moans, hands gripping your hair as his pretty blue tattoos begin to glow a soft hue of light blue, and you smile into his skin, soft grunts as you chase your own release. a soft breeze began to whirl around the two of you, the stream beside you two began to gush a bit louder than before as he moaned, his eyes and markings flickering a soft blue, and you thrusted up in another harsh jolt before you hold him close, thick hot spurts filling him full as he cries, body tensing and hole clenching around you as his release paints your stomachs a creamy white.

you both stay there for a second, ragged breaths from both of your mouths as you pull back to look at him, face painting with tears as you kiss the salty pearls away, before slipping the two of you off the rock, laying him in the grass with you on top of him, still buried deep inside.

“..look at me, aang,” you coo softly, leaning down to lick his cum off his stomach before you see him looking at you with his adorable big eyes, and you kiss him, swirling his cum into his mouth with your tongue, and the two of you moan softly at the taste, you pull back, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together as you hook his legs over your shoulders, and he whimpers softly, and you feel your cock twitch inside him. you start rocking again, this time with no warning, with a new rush and painfully pleasurable speed as aang cries out loudly, hands wrapped behind your neck and pulling you down, kissing you despite the overstimulation overwhelming all of his senses.

“..i.. c—can’t..,” he says with a breathy whimper that almost made you burst inside him again, and you kiss the corner of his lips, abusing his bundle of nerves with the tip of your cock, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the peaceful surrounding of the forest. 

“you can..jus’ a bit more f’me..,” you huff out, panting softly as you see his tattoos flicker again, and he pulls you down into a kiss again, all tongue and teeth, as you feel him cum again between your stomachs, the same warm liquid painting the two of you as you kept going, sloppy thrusts shoving deep inside him as you come soon after, hips stuttering as you fill him for the second time, and he whimpers, his hole clenching onto you desperately.

“..fuck..aang, doing s’good my baby..,” you pant out, resting your forehead against his, and he hums, too overwhelmed to say anything in the moment as you sit up, lowering his legs off of your shoulders, as you pull out with a wet pop, cum dripping out in white pearls from his gaping, stretched pink hole.

“..mmh..cmere,” he says quietly, and you hum, leaning beside him, before easily picking the fucked out avatar in your arms, setting him down in the now settled down stream, the water settled into a small pool, and you dip into it with him, kissing his skin, leaving soft lovebites and marks in your lips wake, kissing his pretty pink nipples, earning soft whimpers from his lips as he cups his hands around you, making you look at him.

“i love you..s’much..,” he says almost shyly, and you wrap your arms around him, your arms wrapping around him securely as you rub his lower back soothingly, nuzzling into his neck.

“i love you even more, aang.”

the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, bodies together, soft animal noises drowning out in the background as the soft breeze soothes both of you, the water ripples softly kissing your skin.

“..you’re still hard?” 

“we can hold off on that.”

ᣟ𐚁˳ TOPH - "what that is you're feeling (oh) i want you to do it to me"

“the new earthbender diplomat is just so handsome.”

“his laugh is better than my fiancé’s!”

“have you seen his smile, or his muscles, oh stars don’t even get me started on his—”

toph had had enough, physically, mentally, everything-ally. hearing all these earth kingdom women fawning over her boyfriend, her lover, her muscle man.

she grinned to herself, thinking how they’d never have a chance, before her gaze shifts, sensing your footsteps from miles away due to her sharp senses. not long after, you were very close by, and she didn’t need to confirm it either. she turns around just as she hears many women and girls squealing, and that was enough to know that you had gracefully granted them with your oh so handsome presence.

she heard your soft laugh that made even her stubborn and nonchalant self smile, and seconds later she feels your presence loom over her, hearing whispers from others nearby.

“hey, ready to go?” you said, a hand coming up to cup the side of her cheek, and in that moment toph brings her own hand to grip your collar, softly smashing her lips into yours, and your eyes in turn widen, yet you move your hand to her waist, pulling her in.

the two of you shared a few kisses before you took her hand and walked away from the middle of the town, and toph turns to stick her tongue out, imagining the stupid ghostly looks on the women’s faces at the spectacle that just took place.

you two had arrived at the place the people higher than you had arranged for you, and you hum a soft tune while she plops down on the bed.

“well aren’t you famous everywhere you go, clover.”

you raise an eyebrow as you were discarding the green and gold embroidered tunic you wore, eyes not glancing at her but enough to know she had a blank expression. you felt the sun on your smooth but battle scarred skin, breathing deeply as you stretched, and then walked over to the bed and plopping down on the soft sheets beside her, before propping yourself up on your arm, a hand on her stomach, rubbing idle circles through the fabric of her clothing.

“talk to me, pebble,” you say, knowing something got her to say that since usually she would be jabbing some snarky remarks that would make you both laugh, but surprisingly she didn’t. “someone say somethin’?” 

she sighs dramatically, blinking as she rolled into you, face planting in your chest, placing soft kisses on the scars and marks you had there, and you don’t say anything. instead, your hand cradles the back of her head, slipping off the band she wore, massaging her scalp gently.

“some dunderhead rotten flower girls were slobbering all over ya, heck the entire place was,” she says.

you raised an eyebrow, before smiling to yourself.

“jealous?”

she looks up as if she could see your smile, making a flabbergasted face as you laugh.

“i’d rather die!

“for yangchen’s sake, toph.. im joking,” you laugh, sighing as you shake your head. “im all yours, yeah?” you say, earning a soft blush from her as she just suddenly gets on top of you and immediately her lips find yours and hook on you like a vice. you hum into her lips, hands on her ass, kneading the soft skin, before you both pull back, her forehead on yours and soft ragged breaths mixing with yours.

“..can..”

you kiss her cheeks, finding how adorable it was seeing her on you like this but so deep in thought, a soft crease in between her eyebrows as she attempted to suck in her embarrassed pride to admit what she truly wanted. you pat her ass softly, kissing the corner of her lips.

“ride me, toph, it’ll help you speak your thoughts,” you hummed, earning a sassy huff from her as she sat up, straddling your bare chest, hands planted on your chest, before your palms find the sides of her already loose clothing, helping her slip out of it, and she sighs at the soft breeze hitting her body, your hands greedily roaming, massaging her breasts, before you grab her hips and hover her over your waist, her hands grabbing the hearboard with a surprised soft yelp.

“w..what are you doing, idi-oh..,” she moans out softly, feeling your mouth latch onto her thin panty covered pussy, already wet and dripping for you, something she’d never admit, of course.

you licked over the thin fabric, before your hands easily tear the undergarments, a loud rip before tossing them aside like rags, and you seat her on your face, slurping and eating away like a starved dog in heat.

she whimpers and moans above you, thighs clamping around your head, rocking her hips into your face, your nose rubbing against her swollen clit which she then started to lightly bounce on, causing you to groan into her, tongue sliding in and out of her, practically sounding like you were making out with her pussy and not toph herself.

you reach a hand up onto her breast, a warm palm squeezing as she covers your hand with hers on her breast, moaning as she jerks. you knew so well, that she’s about to break loose. not even seconds later, your mouth overflows with juices, as she basically cries out, gushing her juices all into your mouth, and her body spasms, arms holding onto the headboard for dear life, as you suck and slurp anything and everything that she had in that pussy before lifting her off your face, giving her pussy another big kiss.

“good job, pretty.. tastes s’good,” you say huskily, your face and chin dripping and soaked with her slick and juices as she slumps onto you, a smile on your face as you wrap an arm around her and using the other to wipe your face, licking it clean shortly after.

“..you tumblebum.. im gonn— ngh! w—what are y—,” she squeals, nails digging into your chest as you slide your cock inside her, the insane stretch she felt made her arch against your chest as you grin, watching her face contort with pleasure, gasping softly.

“s’cute f’me,” you say with a soft huff, her pussy squelching as you lift her ass and then drop her with a loud plap! of her ass hitting onto your thighs, buried inside her to the hilt.

“..f-fuck..mnnghhuuh..y-yes!” she moans out, as she sits up on you a bit, and you thrust up into her, her tits jiggling with each push and pull, your hands holding her hips, while one hand goes to her stomach. you felt the huge bulge of your cock inside her soft stomach, biting your lip as you pressed down, and she whimpered, moaning your name like a mantra at this rate.

you keep thrusting relentlessly, before her lips meet yours and you slow momentarily, a hand in her hair.

“mmh? .. sumthin’ wrong?” you hum against her lips as she huffs against you.

“w-wanna.. blindfold ya.. you’re annoying..nngh..,” she says, your cock rubbing inside her with every small movement. you blink, taking in her information before you hum.

“alright, baby, but let’s make a deal.”

a short silence, which meant she was listening, her eyes fluttering softly.

“..lemme cuff your hands.”

“no way in hell.”

ᣟ𐚁˳ SOKKA - "to hear me all day, it gets you higher i do it your way, you do it my way"

holy fuck you just wanted to sleep.

after a long day of diplomatic matters and meetings from delegates from the other nations, you were truly exhausted, hungry, and most of all, you just wanted to see your boyfriend, sokka.

you reach the handle of the door to the luxurious house you had bought for the two of you with an attached workshop just for sokka and his neverending and countless .. needless to say unique inventions.

you open the handle and head inside, clicking the door closed behind you, calling out his name and to your surprise, no response. you raised a brow, glancing at the lights being closed around the house — he was in his workshop. 

you hum, sighing softly to yourself before you turn into a hall on your right and go through the door separating the house and the workshop, lights blaring as you peek and see sokka sitting on the chair facing his work table, sketching with a pencil and his ears covered with protective gear, probably from working earlier.

you smile, moving behind him, and he didn’t move an inch, and then you bend in half slightly, your head moving towards him as your lips meet his cheek, and he shrieks as if he got stabbed by someone, to which he falls out of his chair and your eyes widen before laughing.

“you scared me!” he says, taking the gear off his ears as he points at you with an accusing finger before he lowers it and then throws himself onto you, arms latched around your neck and lips smashing into yours.

you hold his waist, lips meeting his eagerly after the day you had. you pull back softly, a hand moving behind his head as you loosen the hand holding his hair up.

“sorry for scaring you, baby. missed you, didn’t wanna interrupt you either,” you say, and he smiles so cutely you wanted to bite him. 

“aww, well i missed you too! how’d your day go!” he says cheerfully, and your smile falters slightly. your day was .. boring. monotone. work filled and grey almost. 

“fine,” you say plainly, and he raises a brow, knowing you, he knew it wasn’t.

“i know that look, the ‘it wasn’t fine it was so boring but im gonna tell you it was so you don’t worry’ look,” and you laugh at the long name, kissing his cheek.

“really .. it’s fine, s’long as i’m back and have you in my arms, i could care less,” you say, and he glances at you with a raised eyebrow before his fingers toy with your braided hair.

“..want a release?” he says, a sly look in his eyes as he looks at you, and you felt a heat rise up your neck through your tunic.

“you have an idea for me?” 

“mayyyybe.”

and that was how you found yourself staring at your boyfriend laying on the large work table in the middle of the shop, atop the papers of drawings and blueprints, and you looked at him, and he looked at you, smiling.

“bind me, pretty boy.”

your cheeks tinge a soft hue of crimson at his bluntness.

“are you.. sure about this?” you ask with a bit of uncertainty.

“of course i am.” he says, “i’ve wanted this for a while, think of it as a craving.”

and you deadpan, nodding your head with a smile as you wave your hand, a small bolt being manipulated to your will as it splits in two and whips around sokkas wrists, binding them to the table. he couldn’t help but find it sexy, seeing you above him, tall and muscular in all your jacked glory.

“..tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” you say, unbuckling your belt that held the lower garments you wore together, a bundle of earthy greens and sage fabric pooling on the ground around your leather and metal buckled shoes, as you freed your hard lengthy cock, prominent veins lined the sides and the tip flushed a pretty cherry red, and sokka felt himself harden at the sight, drool pooling in his mouth as you pumped yourself twice, before tapping the leaking tip against his lips, before he takes you in his warm mouth, and you push deeper, glancing down as you bit your lip, groaning as you saw the outline of your cock go down his neck, and you felt him gag around it before sucking, his velvety throat walls hugging snug around you so nicely you could cum.

“fuuuhck..sokka..” you moan in a breathy whisper, moving your his slowly, your hand on his throat, beautiful warm skin stretching, and your hand jerked gently, throatfucking him with your hand, and you threw your head back, moans spilling from your lips as the man beneath you opened his legs slightly on the table.

you notice, your hand releasing his neck as you reach down to hastily pull down his undergarments.

“s—so-fuck..sokka..lift your hips f’me, baby..,” you huff out, your hips rocking as he lifts his hips, and you eye a chunk of metal in the corner, raising your palm and manipulating it to move under his hips, hooking his lower body over it so you met his cock to your lips easily, unclothing and pulling it out as you eagerly took it into your mouth sucking, tasting the already leaking pre cum and feeling the veins on the underside of his cock as your tongue ran over it, and you felt him moan around you, and you sucked with full force, moaning and drooling around him, and he jerked his hips into your mouth, his nose brushing against your heavy balls, as he felt you twitch deep in his throat.

your hips twitch, and with a deep thrust into his mouth you come undone. and with you, sokkas eyes roll back as he cums in your mouth as he swallows your seed and you do the same to him, your hand around his base as you help him ride it out.

you slip his cock out of your mouth, letting it drop against his stomach as saliva strings connect your lips to it, before you step back and slide your cock out of his throat, looking down at him, face fucked, hair messy, chest heaving, as you lean down and kiss him, and he moans softly into your mouth. 

you pull back, looking down at him, before you get interrupted by your trance,

“..i’d love to ogle at you too, pretty boy.. but can you un-metalbend my hips and wrists,” he says softly, and laughs as you erupt a bright red in embarrassment as you flick your wrists, the metal bands and hunk of metal to hold his hips up fall to the floor and hitting the sides of the wall, as his hips fall into your palms as you put him down, as he sits up.

“your hips okay?” you say, the heat on your face persisting as sokkas hands cup your cheeks, laughing.

“just fine, in fact,” he says, pulling you down into a kiss, and you lean into it, hands planting onto the table on either side of him.

and suddenly, you hear your own stomach grumble, and the two of you break the kiss, pausing before both of you burst out laughing, foreheads joint together.

“lemme make you dinner, pretty boy.”

you smile, kissing his cheek, “i love you, sokka.”

“i love you more, rumble in my tumble,” he says, and you bit his cheek softly with your lips, and he laughs even more, hugging you close.

ᣟ𐚁˳ ZUKO - "to lay beside me, you earn it and i'm in love with that vision"

“i thought i’d find you in here,” you heard, glancing up from the papers and seeing your boyfriend, the ever so glorious fire lord zuko, gracing your presence at this hour of the night.

“..you should be asleep,” you mumbled, drowning in endless amounts of scrolls discussing trade routes and peace agreements and multiple accounts of accidents and incidents that need to be investigated. 

zuko moves around the table and moves to sit on your lap, and you place the scroll down, hands securely holding his waist, feeling his hips through the thin red silk night robe he was wearing, hair tied loosely, he looked beautiful.

“it really looks like you’re the fire lord, hm?” he attempts to humor you, and you huff a soft laugh, kissing his shoulder, then the soft skin of his neck, warm skin to cold lips. 

“i wouldn’t mind if it meant you could sleep peacefully every night,” you say, and zuko felt his heart swell at the considerate words that left your lips, turning to catch your lips with his, his warm tongue slipping into your mouth with practiced ease, and you hum, a palm placed on his back, before parting softly.

“cmere,” you say softly, sitting him on your lap properly, and you felt him purposefully press into your crotch, pressing against the growing bulge that was evident. “..need you, zuko.” 

he felt a heat rush up to his ears, “then have me.. i won’t dare to stop you,” he whispers, feeling your hands slipping under his loose robes, feeling every part of his body, as he leaned back against you, as your hand met the base of his cock, wrapping around it.

he gasps softly as you moved your hand slowly up and down, and his hands grasp onto you, his head leaning back slightly. you moved your hand faster, kissing and sucking on his neck, leaving small bites in your wake, your other hands stimulating his pretty pink nipples, and he moans softly, his whimpers were as sweet as honey to your ears after the amount of work you had done and had been drowning in today.

“..g-gonna..mnngh..” he moaned out, whimpering as he gripped your hand that was jerking him off, and he curled his toes as cum spurts out of his tip, a creamy white covering your hands as you let him jerk into your hand to ride his high out.

you turn his face so you can kiss him, before you bringer two of your fingers to his lips, and he takes them into his mouth without you telling him to, sucking on them as you pull them out of his mouth with a wet pop! and then reaching down to his hole, rubbing the rim before slipping both fingers in, making him squirm in your lap as he moans, clenching around them.

“..you prepped yourself?” you say with slight amusement, your fingers easily finding his soft bundle of nerves, pressing down as he throws his head back and moans.

“..y-ngh! haah..m-mhmm.. i’ve..i—haah..wanted you so b-badly..” he says, and you felt your cock twitch in your robes, pulling your fingers out and easily freeing your cock from between your robes.

“..hips up, zu.. i’ll please my lord with what he desires,” you say softly into his ears, and he complies, lifting his hips as you guided his hole over your long and leaking girth, before you lower him down by his hips slowly, and he moans, you grunting beneath him as he fully sheathed you inside him. 

“f-fuck..zuko..” you sighed out, holding him there for a second, a hand on his stomach, before you held his cock, and zuko whimpered,

“w—wait..mmghh! i-i..can’t! s’too much—!” he moans out, his hands gripping your arms as you thrusted up from beneath him as your hand jerked his already spent cock, and he threw his head back, bouncing on your cock eagerly.

“you can..you wanted it..” you said, biting into his shoulder earning another low moan from zuko, “y-you asked for it.. when..haah— you came in with.. this slutty robe.. displaying yourself f’me..asking me to fuck the shit outta you..” 

he moans at your words, babbling your name with each bounce and stroke of your hand on his cock, “doing s’good.. taking my fat cock..f—fuck,” you groaned, and he in turn came into your hand, hot white creamy ropes shooting over your hand and the edge of the redwood desk. 

you felt tears drop on your arm as you kept stroking him, and the overstimulation had zuko seeing hot white bolts of pleasure, even after he came twice. you grunted as you slapped into him, before turning him around in your lap, having him straddle you on the cushioned chair, holding his hips and helping him bounce. his arms wrapped around your neck, hooking onto you helplessly, moaning and tears dripping, and you leaned into him and licked it off his face, kissing him, all tongue and teeth. 

“..zu, spit in my mouth, pretty,” you whisper, opening your mouth as the fucked out fire lord on top of your fat cock spit into your mouth, even with you splitting his insides open.

you swallowed in a filthy manner, grinning as you kissed him again, swallowing his moan as you slapped upward into his sweet spot once more before bursting inside, thick hot ropes of cum filling his insides while creating a creamy white ring around the base of your cock.

the office smelled like sex and heat altogether, as he felt you still pumping him full, heavy breaths was all you both heard from each other, as he placed his palm down by the base of your cock, heating his palm purposely as you moan out, spurting some more unintentionally, making him grin despite his fully fucked our state.

you hold him close, kissing him all over, hand in his long silky hair as he leaned into you.

“..think i’ll.. go to bed with you,” you whispered, and he smiled, closing his eyes against you, whispering a sweet i love you which you returned with your own, as you carried yourself and the fucked out fire lord in your arms out of the office, to your private chamber across the office, closing the door with your leg.

you laid him atop the silk sheets, the soft breeze from the windows relaxing and creating a new atmosphere from the heated sex filled one in your office. you clean him carefully, kissing down his legs and practically everywhere you could, earning soft gasps and adorable noises from the ‘terrifying’ fire lord, and you climbed atop him, pulling the sheets over you both as you hugged him close. 

“..you’re beautiful, zu.” you whispered, playing with his hair gently, running your fingers through it with adoration, and he kissed you softly, nuzzling into you. 

“if i could have your children, i would,” he mumbled, and you paused. 

“was that.. a joke?”

“no, not at all, actually,” he says, and you huffed a soft laugh, kissing him softly.

“you’re outrageous.”

“and you do love me, yes?”

“so much that it hurts.”

“then it’s fine that im 'outragous' if you love me, that's all that matters.”

© ayzhen 2026 all rights reserved 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 do not translate my works, modify, feed to ai, or post anywhere else.

[ayzhen]

৻ꪆ firelord!zuko drabbles — deux (18+, smut w no plot)

a/n ୭˚. ᵎᵎ i like zuko lol hi finger me timbers

“f—fuck..mmhh..i-im sorry!—”

the ever mighty and oh so powerful firelord whimpers out of his mouth, face planted into the silk sheets of his oh so grand bed in his oh so grand private chamber. his ass was propped up, three long fingers pumping in and out of his hole, arms cuffed in metal that was bended by his lovers metalbending prowess.

you were beyond irritated, not admitting it but showing it through how ruthlessly you plunged your fingers in knuckle deep, scissoring his gummy insides before pulling them out and then repeating it over, and over, and over.

zuko moans, tears pricking his eyes at the overstimulation as he tried rutting into the sheets despite his cock being untouched but spent with how may times he’s orgasmed from just your fingers deep inside him. he was a mess, crown discarded onto the floor, hair spilling everywhere, teary and drooling into the silk pillow cover at the delicious pressing on his bundle of nerves by your long fingers. you kept quiet, listening to his sounds as you felt yourself tighten up painfully, as you slapped his plush ass, making him moan out in pain and pleasure as you spank him again.

“count.”

zuko cries out, his lips babbling up to ten, his ass jolting with the last spank, moaning as his skin burned, his skin a bright reddish pink, and you placed a soft kiss onto his skin, and he whimpers, throat hoarse.

in all honesty, the only reason you were annoyed was because of the fact that he silenced you during a council meeting with the other commanders and military generals of the fire nation about a rebellion group in the west forming and demanding payment. you had reasoned to discuss and resolve it with proper negotiation but another general had argued with you saying brute force and a display of power would resolve it efficiently and in one go instead of taking representatives and talking. the argument between you and this fellow general that disagreed had been going on for a straight half an hour with everyone else including the firelord in attendance just observing and quite afraid of how and when this would ever end.

what threw you off, was when the general had said that you were inexperienced and you should refrain from input, the second you opened your mouth, zuko had raised his hand and dismissed everyone.

you were boiling, sparks were emitting from your hands and steam was waving off of you as you refrained from burning the entire room down altogether. everyone in attendance was quick to note this and all of them had left all at once, afraid of your wrath and fury that would cause them all to probably reduce to an entire pile of ash.

the firelord that you were fingering had finally whined, signaling to you that he was cumming for the nth time, and you take out of your fingers from his hole, causing his body to slump fully down into the mattress. he heaved, sighing softly as his lower half lays flat in the pool of cum from his cock that was left untouched. you hum for a second, watching him with your own untouched and rock hard cock, before you pull him into your embrace, and he winced ever so slightly, his spanked skin pressing against your leg.

you kiss him, holding his waist as he leans into you, his hair a mess, lower half sticky with release as he presses into you.

“you still mad with me?” he mumbles into your lips, and you trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, causing him to sigh softly as he gently presses the back of your head deeper.

“..no, but don’t silence me again,” you paused, “..but i’m glad you did,” you admit sheepishly, looking up at him.

zuko huffs out a soft laugh, and you nip his cheek in between your lips softly.

“i’ll make it up to you.. but you are welcome,” he say softly, before his arms wrap around your neck, and your breath catches in your throat as his hips provide friction against your cock, making you huff out a laugh, pulling him into a kiss.

© ayzhen 2026 all rights reserved 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 do not translate my works, modify, feed to ai, or post anywhere else.

[fanon-canon-idfk]

“Don’t Touch What’s Mine.”

Satoru Gojo x Male Reader

Text fic

Satoru wants you to come over so he can prove you’re his

[grimquil]

Zuko x husband male reader

Missed You Like This

The royal hot springs nestled in the shadowed foothills beyond the Fire Nation capital, far enough from the palace that the weight of the throne and its endless demands felt like something left behind on another continent. You and Zuko had slipped away under the cover of dusk, the two of you stealing the rare night alone after weeks that had stretched into months of separation. Court sessions had swallowed him whole—long hours mediating between restless nobles, smoothing over old grudges that refused to die with the war. Your own days had been claimed by the delicate negotiations with the Water Tribe delegations, forging new trade routes and alliances that kept you away from the palace more often than not. Letters and brief, exhausted kisses in passing corridors had been all you managed for far too long. The yearning had built like steam under pressure, mutual and aching, until neither of you could stand another night apart.

The carved stone path to the largest pool glowed faintly under low torchlight as you arrived. Zuko shed his formal robes first, letting the heavy layers fall away until he stood bare in the cool night air. You followed, stepping down into the steaming water behind him. The heat rose around your bodies, enveloping you both as you sank in together. Zuko settled against your chest without hesitation, his back to your front, head resting back on your shoulder. The water lapped gently at your collarbones, and for the first time in weeks the rigid line of his shoulders softened.

Your arms circled him, one hand resting low on his stomach while the other traced slow, idle paths along his arm. “I’ve missed this,” you murmured against the side of his head, voice low in the quiet. “Missed you. The way you feel right here.”

Zuko exhaled, long and slow, his fingers threading through yours underwater. “Every damn meeting I sat through, all I could think about was getting back to you. The court feels like it’s designed to keep us apart these days.” His voice carried that familiar edge of frustration, but it melted into something quieter, more vulnerable. “I hate how little time we’ve had. You with the Water Tribe talks, me buried in scrolls and arguments… I need this. Need you.”

You pressed a kiss to his temple, then another to the corner of his jaw, lingering there. The steam curled around you both, making the air thick and intimate. “We’re here now. No councils. No delegations. Just us.” Your hand slid up his chest, palm flat over his heart, feeling the steady beat that had become the rhythm you measured your own life by. He turned his head enough to catch your mouth in a kiss—slow at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together with the kind of unhurried hunger that came from too many nights spent apart. When you broke apart, his breathing had already changed, a little quicker, a little warmer against your lips.

You stayed like that for a long while, trading soft kisses and quiet words between them. He told you about the latest pointless debate in court, how he’d wished you were there to steady him with a single look across the room. You shared stories from the Water Tribe negotiations, the way the southern delegates had finally started to trust the Fire Nation again because of the work you’d put in. Each shared detail drew you closer, bodies shifting in the water until he was straddling your lap, knees braced on the submerged stone ledge on either side of your hips.The water made everything slick and weightless, his cock brushing against your stomach as he rocked once, experimental.

The kiss deepened again, mutual and yearning, hands roaming with the kind of familiarity that came from years of marriage. Your palms mapped the planes of his back, the dip of his spine, pulling him flush so there was no space left between you. Zuko’s fingers dug into your shoulders, hips rolling again, slower this time, deliberate. “I’ve wanted you like this for weeks,” he breathed against your mouth, the words rough but honest. “Just you. No interruptions.”

You answered by gripping his hips, guiding the next roll so your cock slid against the cleft of his ass, hot and insistent in the water. The oil you’d brought from the palace sat on the stone edge; you reached for it, slicking your fingers and then yourself while he watched, eyes dark with the same need that had kept you both awake on too many separate nights. When you pressed two fingers to his entrance, he sank down onto them without hesitation, a low sound escaping him as the water rippled around your wrist. You worked him open carefully, curling and stretching until he was rocking back onto your hand, chasing the feeling.

The transition into more came naturally, the way it always did when the yearning finally broke. You withdrew your fingers and guided your cock to his hole, the thick head breaching him slow and steady as he lowered himself. The water helped, making the slide smoother, but the heat of him was still overwhelming—tight, velvet, clenching around every inch as he took you deeper. Zuko’s head tipped back, lips parted, a quiet groan slipping free when he bottomed out, ass flush against your thighs. You were buried to the hilt inside him, the water lapping at your joined bodies.

He started riding you then, slow rolls of his hips at first, hands braced on your chest for balance. Each downward motion dragged your cock along his inner walls, the angle perfect in the buoyant water. You met him with upward thrusts, gentle but deep, hands steady on his waist to keep him grounded. Kisses came between the movements—messy and open-mouthed, tongues sliding together as the pace built. Steam rose thicker around you, the torches casting flickering light across his flushed skin and the way his chest rose and fell faster with every grind.

“Feels so good,” Zuko muttered against your lips, voice wrecked but steady, the words pulled from somewhere deep. “Missed having you inside me like this. Missed feeling full.” He rolled his hips harder, taking you deeper, the water splashing softly with the motion. You answered by pulling him down into another kiss, tongues curling together while one of your hands slid between you to stroke his cock in time with his riding. The mutual need poured out in every touch—his desperation to be close after so many weeks apart matching your own ache to have him like this, connected and yours.

The rhythm quickened naturally, his ass bouncing in the water with each drop and rise, the wet sounds mixing with the soft lap of the spring. You thrust up harder, hitting that spot inside him that made his breath hitch and his fingers tighten on your shoulders. Kisses broke only for air, then returned, deeper and more urgent. Zuko’s moans spilled into your mouth, low and raw, his body moving with the kind of focused hunger that came from too much time spent wanting.

You felt him start to tremble, muscles tightening around your cock as pleasure coiled tight. His cock pulsed in your fist, leaking steadily into the water. “Close,” he gasped against your lips, hips grinding down in short, desperate circles. You kept stroking him, kept thrusting up to meet every roll, until he came with a shuddering breath—thick pulses spilling over your fingers and into the spring while his hole clenched rhythmically around you, milking your length.

The squeeze dragged you over the edge right after. You buried yourself deep and came inside him, pulsing hot and heavy, filling him until it leaked out around your cock into the water. Zuko kept riding you through it, slow and languid now, drawing out every last tremor until you both stilled, chests pressed together, breathing hard in the steam-filled air.

He stayed in your lap for a long time after, forehead resting against yours, the water still warm around you. Your hands stroked up and down his back in lazy passes, and he pressed soft kisses to your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—small, lingering things that spoke of the same deep relief you felt. “We should do this more,” he said quietly, voice still a little rough. “Steal nights like this. The court and the delegations can wait a few hours. I need you more than any of it.”

You kissed him again, slow and sure, arms tightening around him. “We will. Every chance we get. You’re my husband. That comes first.” The words settled between you, simple and true, the same promise you’d made on your wedding day years ago. The hot spring kept you wrapped in its warmth long into the night, the two of you trading quiet touches and softer kisses while the steam continued to rise, the rest of the world held at bay for just a little longer.

[reixtsu]

No one ever questioned why baby Saja draped himself over the Saja Boys like a lazy cat.

He'd walk up behind Abby while he was doing push-ups and lay on top of him, arms wrapping around Abby like a koala, eyes half-lidded. He'd lean on Mystery in the middle of the hallway, chin on his collarbone, looking like he might fall asleep standing up. He'd even hook his arm around Romance's neck during interviews, cheek squished into the expensive pink blazer.

It was normal. It was an everyday Baby thing to do.

But with you- It was different.

Whenever you were around, it was like his body was jello, had no bones left.

One minute you'd be scrolling through your tumblr fanfictions, the next you'd feel a cool weight press into your back, Baby's arms slipping around your waist from behind. His nose would tuck into the warm crook of your neck, and he'd breathe in like he was trying to memorize you.

"You're so warm," he'd mumble, voice muffle as he nuzzled deeper.

He never did this with the others.

He never buried his mouth against their skin, never pressed little kisses, it was only ever for you.

It was instinctive, like a baby creature finding comfort in a heartbeat.

Sometimes he'd nip lightly at your shoulder-not hard enough to hurt, just a curious little bit, liem he was testing if you were real.

"Stop chewing me," you would grumble, but your hands would come up automatically to stroke his soft teal hair.

When he gets extra tired-or extra hungry for a living warmth-he'd pull you limbs wound around you like vines. His cold cheek would rest on your chest, and he'd hum in content satisfaction, that sofy, raspy little demon noise that you had grown to love.

And if you tried to get up?

"Nooooooo," he'd groan drowsily, arms tightening like a vice. "Just five more minutes. You're…comfy."

It wasn't even sexual. It wasn't even really about affection in the way that humans understood it.

It was just that-you were alive. Warm. Soothing.

And somewhere inside the layers of demon, with you, he remembered what the small human part felt like.

[nickgoesinsane]

thinking about Kenjaku today so—

Kenjaku first blames his growing obsession with you on his latest vessel.

It’s causing him to chase your affections with the greediness of a starved animal. He had to see you—every morning, every night. If he did not, then every meticulously thought out plan just wouldn’t work. It was the oddest thing!

He decides to humor it.

You’re a strong curse user, what’s the harm in it? You go on dates, hold hands, rut like shameless animals until his legs shake and cum drips down his thighs and still, he wants more. It doesn’t stop. It’s actually getting worse, he’s afraid. (He doesn’t want it to go away.)

He gives you a child with his next vessel, thinks that might be the solution—turning his attention to the next source of amusement. Perhaps your child will become a worthy adversary in the future or even a vessel. Except that child—yours and his—clings to his leg and smiles up at him with the shape of your mouth, the color of your eyes, little hands offering slices of fruit with the same loving selflessness inherited from your character.

The next vessel makes no difference.

And as he stares up at the ceiling, thighs spread to accommodate your body splayed over his like a living weighted blanket, he comes to a sobering realization. One that’s half a decade, three vessels, a house and a toddler too late.

He’s the problem.

He’s in love with you.

Hearing the incredulous huff that leaves him, you grunt against his temple and your hand comes up to cup the side of his face. “Go to sleep,” you murmur, fondly chastising, and kiss the scars he’s allowed to heal over. (When did that happen? When did he take out the stitches? When, when, when—)

The sound of your voice in his ear, low and husky from sleep, sends a shudder down his spine. You feel so good against him—warm and heavy, and your smell is everywhere around him. He squirms, hips rolling and seeking friction, and trails his palms down your back to cup the delicious curve of your bare ass.

“Fuck me first,” he says, because he feels like he’ll go insane if he doesn’t have you now.

You make a soft noise, sleepy but interested. “I have a mission in the morning.” The statement is a half-hearted protest at best, but your breath catches when he reaches between your bodies to wrap his fingers around your hardening cock.

“It can wait,” Kenjaku decides, smiling when you push up onto your hands to look down at him—hair mussed and eyes bleary. You’re so cute like this, he wants to have you forever. (He’ll start looking for a female vessel soon, give you another baby, he can preserve Geto Suguru and—)

His nails dig into your shoulder blades, head tossing back onto the pillow as your cock sinks into him, hard and slick and perfect.

Yes, everything else can wait.

[nickgoesinsane]

being the manager for a demon boy band is not for the weak…

“Guys, you’re on in six.”

Your first mistake? Going into the dressing room by yourself. Forgot about the Buddy System™ that you, yourself, made up. For your own protection, of course.

Second mistake? Not keeping your eyes on them the entire time. You should always have eyes on all of them.

You glanced at your tablet once — count it, once — and you got yanked into the room, the door slamming shut. Your tablet is gone and so is your phone, vanished to the couch in the corner.

“Good evening, Manager.” Jinu greets you in a sweet sounding voice, all of them gathered around you like a bunch of sharks that just scented blood in the water.

“Hello…” You say, slowly, warily glancing at their coy expressions. The lock clicks, with Baby giving you a smug, sharp toothed grin. “So,” you look away, clap your hands together while trying to sound unaffected, “you have six minutes before you go on stage.”

“Six minutes, wow,” Baby mocks, pushing off the door to join the others in crowding you.

“I think six minutes is enough,” Abby shrugs, his eyes bright yellow and his grin spelling trouble.

Romance nods, glossy bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gets in close. He’s warm and smells like the flowery shampoo that sponsored them. “We can do a lot in six minutes.”

You go to say something, anything, and whatever it was just dies the second they all move— latching on to whatever exposed skin they can, pawing at your clothes.

You manage to free a hand, tangle your fingers into Jinu’s hair and give a little feeble tug with your human strength. He pops off the skin of your throat with a wet sound, lets out a drunken sounding chuckle as he looks at you through his lashes.

The patterns have made their way all up their faces, bright and jagged and alive. The human facade is gone.

“You’re fine,” He coos at you, like you’re a skittish thing he wants to keep cuddling. Wickedly sharp claws fiddle with the buttons of your shirt, and someone’s nose runs along the other side of your neck.

“You should relax, Manager,” Mystery’s soft voice murmurs, his clawed hands massaging the tension from your shoulders.

Baby lets out a victorious little noise in the back of his throat when he manages to wiggle his hand into your pants, fingers wrapping around your cock to give you a squeeze.

Your grunt is swallowed up by Abby’s lips. His fangs nip at your bottom lip, his clawed hand squeezing your jaw to open your mouth. His tongue delves in the second your teeth unclench, laving over yours with a satisfied groan.

Mystery’s helping Baby tug your pants down, and one of them is nibbling at the vein on your hip. Sucking bruises to match the ones forming on your throat and jaw.

“Can’t wait to have you inside me again,” Romance whispers hotly into your ear, claws ghosting over the trail of hair leading down.

The timer on your phone shrieks, startling all of you into stillness. It’s time for the show to start— ten thousand fans waiting for them in the sold out stadium.

The door’s unlocked, and each of the boys presses a kiss to your cheek as they depart. All perfectly composed, like they weren’t actively defiling you a moment ago.

Your lips are kiss swollen, your hair is a mess, clothes wrinkled to hell, your pants low on your hips— and you’re uncomfortably hard.

“We’ll see you after the show, Manager.” Jinu says sweetly, waving, before they walk down the corridor.

You scream into your hands.