laur !

pairing ! john logan x fem!reader

summary ! you clean up john's hand after he beats up your ex

warnings ! mild wound descriptions, fluff.

wc ! 1k

author's note ! off campus as my comeback hell yeah !!

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A/n: Thank you @laylamarie222 for the cute idea. I hope I did it justice~ Also check out their blogs! They're awesome.

If ya'll want a smutty part 2 please let me know!

Sokka had heard a lot of complaints in his life.

About food.

About weather.

About his plans (which were usually good, thank you very much).

But this one?

This one… he took personally.

“—and they’re never cute,” you huffed, tugging slightly at the strap under your tunic. “It’s always plain, or stiff, or it digs in, or it doesn’t support anything—”

Sokka was staring at you, your husband wasn't even trying to hide it.

You paused mid-rant. “…what.”

He blinked once then leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes narrowing slightly in focus. “…say that again.”

You frowned. “Which part?”

“The problem part.”

You gestured vaguely at your chest. “The part where these are suffering.”

Sokka followed the gesture then nodded slowly. “…yeah, that’s a problem." He wetted his lips.

You snorted. “Oh really?”

“Absolutely,” he said seriously. “Structural failure. Lack of support. Poor design.”

You stared at him. “…did you just turn my chest into a battle strategy?”

“I turn everything into a battle strategy,” he said, already standing up.

That should’ve been your warning. “Sokka....what are you doing?”

“Fixing it.”

Your brows lifted. “…fixing what?”

He pointed at you. “That.”Then at himself. “Me.”Then toward the door with a grin. "Workshop."And just like that, he was gone.

You blinked. “…what just happened.”

You found him an hour later, surrounded by fabric.

Actual fabric.

Where he got it? You had no idea.

There were scraps everywhere, some draped over his shoulders, some pinned together in rough shapes that looked… suspiciously like undergarments.

He didn’t even look up when you walked in, the man already knowing. “Perfect timing,” he muttered, holding up a strip of cloth. “I need to test something.”

You crossed your arms. “Sokka.”

“Yes?”

“…why are you building bras.”

He finally looked at you, expression dead serious, as if it's the most obvious answer. "Because my wife is uncomfortable."

Your expression softened despite yourself. “…that’s sweet.”

“And because,” he added, stepping closer, eyes dropping immediately to your chest, “the current designs are offensively bad.”

You laughed. “Offensively...?”

“Yes.”

He circled you.

You blinked. “…why are you walking around me like that.”

“Observation.”

“Sokka...”

“Shh, I’m thinking.”

You snorted crossing your arms under your chest keeping your gaze on him. “I don’t like that tone.”

He stopped behind you, hands hovering at your sides. “…can I?”

You hesitated, rolled your eyes then dropped your arms. “Fine. But if you say something weird—”

“I always say something weird.”

“Good point.”

His hands settled on your waist first. Warm, careful.

Then slowly… they slid upward.

You inhaled sharply as his palms brushed the underside of your breasts through your clothing, lifting slightly.

Sokka froze. “…oh.”

Warmth creeped up your neck. “What.”

“…that’s...okay, yeah, no wonder you’re complaining.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Wow, thank you.”

“No, I mean it,” he said quickly, gently adjusting his hold like he was testing weight, balance, support. “There’s no way those flimsy things you wear are doing their job.”

Your breath hitched slightly as his thumbs brushed along the fabric. “Sokka…”

“Hold on, I need to remember this.”

“You’re what?”

He stepped back suddenly, grabbing a piece of charcoal and scribbling something down on a nearby scrap.

“Lift support..:needs better distribution, maybe reinforced straps—” he muttered.

You stared at him. “…you’re insane.”

He looked up, completely unbothered. "I’m a genius."

"Debatable..."

He stepped back toward you again. “Alright, second test.”

You blinked. “…there’s a second test?”

“Yes.”

Before you could argue, his hands were back, this time more confident, sliding up your sides and under the edge of your top.

You sucked in a breath. "Sokka! Your hands are cold!"

“I need accurate measurements.”

“That is not how—”

He gently lifted your breasts again, more deliberate this time, adjusting his grip like he was actually studying how they sat, how they moved.

Your body reacted immediately.Your voice softened without meaning to. “…you’re enjoying this.”

He didn’t even try to deny it. “A little..I mean how can I not!! I'm holding my wife's breasts.”

Your hands landed on his shoulders. “Sokka—”

His thumbs brushed slightly higher.

You gasped.

“…okay, maybe more than a little.”

You laughed breathlessly. “Terrible scientist.”

“Great husband.”

His eyes flicked up to yours, warm, soft, a little smug. “I’m going to make you something perfect,” he said quietly. “Something that actually fits you. Something you like.”

Your chest tightened at that, not from his touch this time, but from him. “…you’d really do that?”

He grinned. “I’m Sokka. I overcommit to everything.”

You smiled. “…that’s true.”

His hands lingered just a moment longer then he squeezed gently.

You yelped. “Sokka!”

“What? Testing elasticity.”

You shoved him. “Get back to your workshop, you menace.”

He laughed, already turning back to his mess of fabric. "Don’t worry, I’ve got this."

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself. “…I married a problem.”

From across the room, he called back. “Yeah, but I’m your problem.”

Sokka had been suspiciously quiet all morning.

Which, in your experience, meant one of two things:

1. He had forgotten something important.

2. He had built something.

Considering the faint smell of singed fabric coming from the other room…

You had a guess on what the answer truly was.

“Sokka,” you called, leaning in the doorway. “Why does it smell like you fought a sewing machine and lost?”

“I did not lose,” he snapped immediately. “It was a tactical draw.”

You raised a brow. “…you burned it, didn’t you.”

He appeared from behind the worktable, holding something behind his back.

“No.”

You crossed your arms. “Sokka.”

“…maybe a little....but I fixed it.”

You laughed. “Spirits, you’re hopeless.”

“Correction,” he said, straightening proudly. “I’m brilliant.”

Slowly and rather dramatically, he brought his hands forward.

And there it was.

The bra.

Not just thrown together, either.

It was… actually beautiful.

Soft fabric in your favorite color, shaped properly, reinforced in ways you immediately recognized as thoughtful. Delicate lace edged the cups, small bows stitched neatly where the straps met. And right at the front....a little charm.

Your eyes widened. “…you listened.”

Sokka blinked. "Of course I listened....you're my wife!"

You stepped closer, reaching out to touch it. “It’s actually… cute.”

“Actually?” he repeated, offended. “I spent hours on that.”

“I can tell.” Your fingers traced the stitching, the structure, the careful design.

“…you even fixed the straps.”

“Reinforced them,” he corrected. “Weight distribution. Learned a lot during… testing.”

You gave him a look. “…testing.”

He grinned as he gave you a small wink. “Very scientific.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile softened. “…thank you.”

Something in his expression shifted at that, just a little softer, a little warmer. “Try it on.”

You blinked. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

You hesitated for half a second then shrugged your shoulders. "Alright, inventor. Don’t laugh if it’s crooked."

“I would never—”

You gave him a look.

He coughed into his hand. “…I will try not to.”

You turned slightly away, slipping your top off first, then reaching behind to undo what you were currently wearing.

Sokka froze.

Not subtly.

You glanced over your shoulder. “…don’t make it weird.”

“I am not making it weird,” he said, chest puffed out. "I am your husband! I mean I've seen you naked before."

You shook your head, sliding the old bra off and tossing it aside. “Focus.”

“I am focused.”

“On the right thing.”

“…debatable.”

You laughed under your breath and took the new one from his hands, slipping your arms through the straps and immediately you paused. “Oh.”

Sokka straightened. “What? What happened? Is it bad? Did I...?”

“No,” you cut him off quickly.You adjusted it slightly, reaching behind then paused. “…Sokka.”

“Yes?”

“…help me with the clasp.”

His brain short-circuited. “Right.” He stepped behind you, hands hovering for a second before carefully fastening the front clasp into place. His fingers brushed your skin, warm, a little clumsy, but gentle.

You felt his breath catch.

“…okay,” he muttered. “That part works.”

You adjusted the cups slightly, settling everything into place as you looked down and stilled. “…oh.”

Sokka immediately leaned around to look. “Well? Is it—”

He stopped.

Mid-sentence.

His eyes widened.

“…oh.”

You turned slightly, testing the fit, rolling your shoulders, adjusting the straps. “It actually supports everything.”

Sokka nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“It’s not digging in.”

“Yes.”

“It’s comfortable.”

“Yes.”

You looked up at him. “And it’s cute.”

Sokka puffed up immediately. “I told you.”

You laughed, turning fully toward him now. “Well, Mr. Genius…” You stepped closer. “…come check your work.”

His expression shifted instantly. “Oh, I intend to.”

His hands came up, more confident this time as his hands then settled at your waist before sliding upward, testing the fit properly, adjusting the fabric slightly like he had before.

Except this time, you felt it.

The difference.

The way his thumbs brushed just a little slower.

The way his grip lingered.

“…very secure,” he muttered.

You raised a brow. “Professional opinion?”

“Extremely professional.”

His hands shifted again, pressing gently, checking the structure.

You inhaled softly. “Sokka…”

“Yes?”

“You’re enjoying this.”

He didn’t even try to deny it. “A lot.”

You laughed, breath a little uneven now. “Terrible scientist.” You teased. “But excellent husband.”

“…you look amazing.” His eyes flicked up to yours—warm, soft, and a little smug.

That softened you completely. “…yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As your arms wove around his neck. “Worth the burned fabric.”

He grinned. “Hey, that was a tactical sacrifice.”

You snorted. “Sure it was.”

His hands stayed where they were just a second longer then squeezed lightly.

You yelped. “Sokka!”

“What? Final test...your breasts are really amazing.”

You shoved him, laughing. “Get off me!”

He just laughed, pulling you back in again. "Hey...I need long-term testing too."

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t pull away. “…I knew this was a mistake.”

He kissed your cheek. “Best mistake you ever made.”

And honestly?

‘ᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ꜱᴛɪɴᴋꜱ - ᴋᴡɴ

Toph x fem!reader x Sokka

You finally get home after a long mission with Aang, nothing crazy, plus any mission with him was always fun. Lots of talking on the way there, goofy stories, always coming back even closer.

With everyone gettingso busy these days, Sokka came up with the idea of starting these monthly dinner party’s. Everyone would take turns hosting, and this month it’s at Zuko’s.

On your way there with Aang, Toph runs into you. literally.

She bumps into you hard and uses your waist to help stabilize herself. “Really?” You roll your eyes as she lightly smacks your hip “Hey I’m sorry I was born blind, I can’t see where I’m going” Aang laughed hard and left you two to catch up as he sped over to Katara.

Walking into the large palace you see Sokka speaking with Iroh about something related to the Avatar.

Warm conversations start to fill the room, everyone catching up with wide smiles and loud laughter.

“So! How was your last trip with Aang?”

Katara asked smiling, pouring you another glass of wine. “So good! Just a couple of rowdy non benders trying to start something, we shut it down fast.”

You clink glasses with her and take a sip while Sokka begins a long story at zuko that ended with him barking at momo about fire flakes and their origin.

Mid conversation with Katara, Sokka grabbed your face and pleased “Please reader, back me up here, who’s really in the wrong” finally agreeing with Zuko, he sighs dramatically and pours another shot.

You laugh in his face, leaving your hand on his upper thigh absentmindedly watching his eyes widen as he flashes a toothy smile. Unfortunately your eyes began to wander.

The sweat caused by one too many drinks beading on his forehead, his eyebrows furrowed and strands of hair falling a little loose, those gorgeous blue eyes now staring you down.

Trying your best not to stare back you chuckle and turn over to your best friend Toph who looks just as angelic, if not more.

Her tied up hair finally down, delicious biceps hugging one leg with the other lay sprawled out on your lap while her flushed face laughed sarcastically at Kataras’s poor attempt at a joke, spilling wine as her chest heaved. Her glistening, beautiful chest.

There was no way you’d survive the night.

“I-I’ll be right back I need to use the restroom.” Attempting to escape for just a few minutes, Sokka grabs your wrist and pulls you back. “Actually, there was something I wanted to talk about? If that’s okay,” he whispered, his usual confident demeanor faltered when he looked at you with those eyes of his you could never deny.

“Of course-” Toph immediately interrupted, “I was gonna talk to her first? what happened to the plan?” Then get into a screaming match about this plan that you had no clue about.

With the rest of the gang already checked out and having much more calmer conversations, you physically couldn’t focus on anything else but Tophs chest now laying on your open palm and Sokka’s lips less than two inches away from yours as he looks down at her.

While trying to decide how open minded you are toph takes your hand and leads you outside

“Hey Toph.” You call, almost tripping over your own feet at the pace she’s dragging you

“Yes baby?” She answered sweetly while chills ran down your spine.

“Where are we going?”

“Back to yours.”

You hear glass breaking behind you and loud fast footsteps coming your way, then a thud at your feet.

It’s Sokka with his hand around your ankle attempting to stop you from running away with Toph, bless his heart

“How drunk are you” you chuckle at the sight “Not enough as I want to be, but sober enough to ask you-” Toph shoved her foot in his mouth and he immediately gags

“you’re disgusting” he spits as you help him up.

Walking back to yours with two attractive, barely drunk best friends what could possibly happen?

A/n: Dad Sokka 🥹, I love writing Dad Sokka 😩

This is going off the fic where Reader saved Kya ( she's alive / happy and with her family )

The Southern Water Tribe had never been so loud.

Only yesterday, the village had been wrapped in soft congratulations and warm smiles after the birth of Sokka and your son. The tiny baby had been passed carefully from arm to arm of the Elder's in the little village, admired and cooed over by nearly everyone in the tribe.

Now, however, chaos had descended.

You were asleep, exhausted from labor and finally getting the rest everyone had insisted you needed. Beside you, the blankets were empty.

Because the baby was no longer there.

Across the village, Sokka looked as though he had discovered the greatest treasure in all four nations.

He practically burst through the door of his parents’ house, grinning so widely his cheeks hurt. In his arms, bundled in furs and blissfully asleep, was his newborn son.

“MOM! DAD!! MOM! LOOK!” he exclaimed, nearly tripping over the threshold. “Isn’t he adorable?”

Hakoda blinked.

Kya blinked.

Then both of them looked from their son to the tiny infant and back again.

Kya’s eyes widened. “Sokka… dear…” she said slowly, her voice carrying the same careful tone she used when speaking to frightened children and very foolish adults. “Please tell me you didn’t just take your newborn son away.”

Sokka looked offended. “I didn’t take him away,” he said. “....I borrowed him.”

Hakoda made a strangled noise. “You… borrowed your own infant?”

“Exactly!” Sokka beamed. “I just wanted to show him off. He’s my son! Look at his little face!”

The baby yawned.

Sokka nearly melted. “Oh, spirits, did you see that? He yawned! That’s adorable!”

The front door suddenly slammed open hard enough to rattle the walls.

Katara stood there, hair disheveled and eyes blazing and for a terrifying moment, she looked exactly like their mother. “SOKKA YOU IDIOT!” she shouted.

Sokka jumped nearly a foot into the air holding his son to his chest.

“You took the baby?!”

“I didn’t take him! I relocated him!”

“You relocated a one-day-old infant without telling anyone?!”

“I was bringing him to meet Mom and Dad!”

“You already introduced them yesterday!”

“Well…” Sokka looked down at the sleeping bundle. “I thought maybe they wanted a second look....he's too cute to not show off again."

Katara looked one second away from waterbending him into the ocean.

Meanwhile, back at your home, the situation was somehow even worse.

Aang was standing near the doorway with both hands raised in surrender.

You were sitting upright in bed now, blankets pooled around your waist, your hair a complete mess and your eyes glowing with a terrifying sort of maternal fury.

A day ago you had given birth.

Today you looked prepared to commit several crimes.

“Uh… Y/N…” Aang said carefully, taking one tiny step backward. “As the Avatar… I feel I should remind you that murder is generally frowned upon.”

You stared at him. “Where is my son, Aang?”

“With his father!” Toph’s grinning face suddenly appeared in the doorway.

Aang looked horrified. “Toph, you’re not helping.”

“No, I definitely am.” She leaned against the frame, practically vibrating with amusement. “This is the most entertaining thing that’s happened all week.”

You slowly turned toward her. “With his father?”

“Oh yeah. Snoozles took him.”

Aang buried his face in his hands. “You call Sokka ‘Snoozles’?”

“I’ve called him that for years.”

“I hate that I didn’t know that.”

You ignored both of them entirely.Your gaze fixed on Aang once more.

“Listen to me very carefully,” you said in a voice that was entirely too calm. “If my son is not placed in my arms in the next two minutes… I will burn this hut to the ground.”

Aang’s eyes widened.

The room temperature abruptly rose.

A tiny flicker of fire danced across your fingertips.

Toph let out a delighted snort. “Oh, this is fantastic.”

Aang looked between you and the flames. “Y/N, let’s not burn anything.”

“One minute and fifty seconds.”

“You started counting?!”

“One minute and forty-nine.”

“Agh...!!! SOKKA?” Aang yelled, rushing toward the door. “ANYONE?! HELP!”

Toph laughed so hard she had to hold onto the frame.

Then, from outside, came the sound of hurried footsteps and panicked voices.

A second later, Sokka burst through the doorway, carrying the baby protectively against his chest.

“Good news!” he announced brightly. “I brought the baby back!”

Katara appeared right behind him. “I was going to drag him back by his ear.”

The moment your eyes landed on your son, every ounce of fury vanished.

Your shoulders relaxed.

The tiny flames disappeared.

"Give him to me...."

Sokka immediately crossed the room.His expression softened as he carefully placed the sleeping baby into your arms.

The little boy let out a tiny sigh and snuggled against your chest.

You looked down at him, your entire face melting into something gentle and full of love. “There you are,” you whispered.

The baby made a sleepy little noise, his little fist moving to his face.

The room fell quiet.

Even Toph stopped laughing.

Sokka sat carefully beside you, one arm wrapping around your shoulders as he looked at your son.

“He really is cute,” he said softly.

You looked up. “Did you take our one-day-old baby on a village tour?”

Sokka winced. “…Maybe.”

You stared at him.

He smiled sheepishly. “I just wanted everyone to see him.”

“You couldn’t wait until I woke up?”

“He has your nose.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“He also has my ears.”

“Sokka.”

“And tiny fingers!”

You narrowed your eyes.

Katara pinched the bridge of her nose.

Hakoda, who had followed everyone back to the house, sighed deeply. “You know,” he said, “I used to think becoming a father would make him more responsible.”

Kya laughed softly. “I never thought that.”

Sokka looked offended. “I’m responsible.”

At that exact moment, the baby scrunched up his face and began to cry.

Sokka panicked instantly. “Oh no.”He stood up, sat down then stood again. “What happened? Why is he crying? Did I break him?”

“You can’t break a baby!” Katara said.

“Are you sure?!”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh that made everyone freeze as the baby quieted immediately at hearing your voice.

You smiled and gently rocked him. “There we go.”

Sokka stared at both of you in complete awe. “You fixed him.”

“I carried him for nine months. I know his settings.”

The room erupted into laughter.

Sokka looked down at his son and then back at you.His expression softened into something unbearably tender.

“You know…” he said quietly, “I think this is the best thing we’ve ever made.”

You looked at him, then at the tiny sleeping boy in your arms.

Outside, snow drifted softly over the village and inside, your little family sat together, warm and safe.

You leaned against Sokka’s shoulder.He wrapped an arm around both you and the baby.

And after a long moment of simply staring at his son, Sokka grinned.

“I still think he should go meet Appa next.”

Me and my friends were talking about how Zuko and Mai are just the worst canon relationship in AtLA, and decided that Zuko would find his true passion with Sokka.

adult zuko x reader nsfw | smut | minors dni.

summary: after a long day trapped in meetings, zuko returns to his chambers only to find you already halfway undone by thoughts of him.

content: fire lord adult!zuko x fire lady reader, explicit sexual content [masturbation, watching/mutual pleasure, bit of dirty talk], steam/firebending imagery, pet names (“love”), established relationship.

note: this is what happens when i try writting a blurb, a short one-shot comes out - loosely inspired by ´sports car´ by tate mcrae, and s/o to fandom_fire on tiktok for the "lord" hc.

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

It began with a memory.

You found yourself thinking about the way Zuko had looked that morning: the early sunlight tracing the edges his scar, the sharp line of his jaw as he fastened his belt, the lingering heat in his gaze before duty finally dragged him from your chambers. Even half-dressed and distracted by royal obligations, he had looked at you as though leaving you behind was a personal offense.

Then your thoughts drifted further back, to several nights before, when he had pulled you into the shadows of an empty corridor because, in his own strained words, he “couldn’t wait anymore.” One hand had braced against the wall beside your head while the other covered your mouth to swallow your cries, his desperation unraveling through every thrust until your knees had nearly given out beneath you.

Later that night, he's got your back in a deep arch as he folds himself over you, his chest plastered to your back with your neck tucked in the crook of his elbow. The hold tightens, and your eyes roll with each snap of your hips. Aang shudders as he drives his cock deeper inside you, the flushed, fat tip striking your g-spot like a dart to a bullseye.

"D-didnt know you liked this." Aang pants hotly into your ear.

"Me either." You choke out and Aang's hips stutter.

He groans out a curse at how wrecked your voice sounds, and you drip even more at how good the ancient language sounds on his tongue. Aang can feel how your gooey walls keep clamping around him like a spring trap and he just knows you're close.

"You're really gonna cum for me, like this?"