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Accidental cuddles with Zuko
Words: 1,708
zuko x gn!reader
Don’t ask me why I thought this would be a cute bra....probably delete it later
"I have a surprise for you in the kitchen."
Zayne is immediately intrigued by your words over the phone. You're an incredible cook, he knows this, so his mouth waters ever so slightly as he nearly races home.
When he opens the door, he's expecting a more savoury smell in the air. But he doesn't have time to be disappointed. You peak out quickly, wearing an apron covered in...
Icing?
"You're home! Come on, you'll love this." You smell like pure sugar as you tug him to the kitchen, barely giving him a moment to kick off his shoes.
"Ta-da! Happy national donut day!" You throw your arms up, grinning with pride as you show him a large plate stacked with donuts, each a different colour and seemingly flavour.
"Wow. You...did all this by yourself?" Zayne does his best to tear his eyes away from the tempting treats, focusing in on your bright grin. He brushes some stray flour from your cheek as you slip your apron off, grabbing a plate and carefully choosing a donut for him.
"You've had a busy week. I wanted to cheer you up a little! Plus, it really is national donut day." You hold up the plate to him, but he holds the donut to your mouth first.
"You should try it first, you did all the work after all." You shoot him an amused look, but bite into the fluffy treat anyways.
"They came out good! You'll like it!" Zayne doesn't bother taking a bite, preferring instead to lean in and kiss the sugar off your lips.
"I think we have to celebrate like this every year."

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When Iroh appears in the Fire Lord's place for an important meeting, no one blinks an eye or asks any questions.
They don't reserve the right to question the Fire Lord's choices, despite his fairness and kindness. There's still a level of respect that must always be upheld when it comes to the ruler of their great nation.
Still, the people in the room do wonder, even if they can't verbally express their curiosity.
What happened with Fire Lord Zuko?
Is he okay? Has he fallen ill?
Or even worse, has his spouse fallen ill? Because if that is the case, Fire Lord Zuko won't be seen for days until his spouse is properly healed.
It's difficult to not think of the worse case scenarios. To not panic when Fire Lord Zuko, a usually punctual man who takes his duties seriously, doesn't show up for such an important meeting. Choosing instead to send his uncle, the Great General, in his stead.
It's a boiling pot of questions that will never be answered and they're okay with that, as that is life.
Until Iroh clears his throat and says:
"I'll be heading this meeting in the Fire Lord's place as he and his spouse are otherwise...preoccupied this morning."
The whole halls goes deathly still.
Then Iroh grins as he adds:
"Young couples sure can get it going any time, can't they?"
Everyone's jaw in the hall drops.
For the rest of the day, no one can look you or Fire Lord Zuko in the eye.
happy bday caleb...?
⁀જ YOUR SKYBLUE ✈︎°☁︎
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⁀➴☕︎ | yes ma'am
| Caleb thinking he has the upper hand but he ain't even the top<3
Warnings: caleb x nonmc!reader, unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), they're both switches, use of nicknames, caleb gets played but leave him alone, he's right where he wants to be (doesn't even realize it)
Caleb thinks he's so slick when you open the door to your apartment and invite him inside.
He's internally patting himself on the back for being a darn good show that a girl as sophisticated and classy like you, the type to reject any form of intimacy before the 4th date and an informal meeting with her parents, who was in a tax bracket that asked 'who' you were wearing and not what, who had chosen fine dining instead of going clubbing for the first date had invited a guy like him inside her condo on the first date.
⁀➴☕︎ | Cream Soda
In which you're lactating and in pain and the only one who can really help you relieve it is...your husband(?)
Art by @/chaloobie on X Warnings: Unprotected sex, lactation kink, Caleb's somewhat of a pervert, so is reader, they're careless with it, reader is insecure for 0.5 seconds, breeding kink if you squint, established relationship, ending is crack
You were going to kill your husband.
Why- oh why- had you let him fill you up to the point that his cum had dripped out of you? And if the obvious consequence of both of you fucking raw wasn't you getting knocked up, did the bastard have to give you twins?

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⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Caleb won't stand for his son disrespecting his wife
"Hey" You greet your son, ignoring the bag he's just flung onto the couch as he storms into the kitchen "How was your day?"
"What do you think?" He snaps, coming to stand across from you around the island "Everyone- and I mean, everyone went to the concert last night! No no-" He retraces his words, shaking his head "Not everyone because I was stuck at some dumb airshow I didn't even want to go to!"
You sigh, one of long suffering as you come around to put a hand on his shoulder "Hon, we talked about this. Your Dad was being commended at the event and as family, if we didn't go-"
Your son's obviously not listening to reason as he goes on, shrugging your arm off "Yeah? Well, then you should've gone alone! Do you know what it was like to sit there and hear everyone talk about what a great night it was and how much fun they had?" Flinging his arms around, he huffs "Steven even got to go backstage and grab signed posters"
Your usually sweet boy behaving in such a flippant manner was surprising but then again, going to highschool and adjusting to the workload obviously was not easy on him and you were trying your best to be understanding "How about next time they're in town, I'll get you VIP tickets?"
"God knows when that will be" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he pulls off his hoodie "I'm sick and tired of missing out. You won't let me join the summer camp, I can't apply for the exchange program and I didn't even bother asking if I could participate in the annual fest because-" Making air quotes and twisting his face in a sneer, he spits out "-I have curfew"
Your brows furrow at that, frown pulling at your lips "Why wouldn't you sign up for that? We'd have given you permission and even swung by to check out the scene"
"Because you never let me do anything! I can't stay out a minute past my curfew without getting grounded. I have to trade in schoolwork for free time because you guys are too wound up. Cut me some fucking slack, Mom"
"Language" You immediately snap, like a reflex, and your son's face twisting further into annoyance is clear indication that you're proving his point "We let you do tons of other things, alright? Just because we have some non-negotiables doesn't mean we're being too much"
"Like what?" He's getting agitated by the second, voice pitching higher as a vein protrudes on his temple. And in that moment, with his amethyst orbs glinting with anger, he looked like a spitting image of his Father, almost making you do a double take.
"We took you to that gaming event you wanted to go to! And and- bought you the Lego set you wanted" Sighing, you step closer to him again and put your arm around his shoulders this time "You know we just care about your safety and that's why we want you home on time. When you go to college, you'll have all the freedom to do whatever you want. Is it so bad that we want our son to spend time with us right now?"
Slapping your arm away, your son picks up his hoodie from where he'd tossed it, seething in a scalding voice "Ever wondered if I wanna spend time with you, Mom? I'm kinda sick of you guys"
You can still feel the sting on your skin from where he'd slapped it away. Looking into his enraged eyes, you want to be patient with him, understand that it's coming from a place of burnout and stress with a heavy dose of feeling left out. But you can't help the hurt seeping into your bones at his flippant behavior, wondering when it became okay for him to dismiss your feelings.
He's brushing past you but stops short and even steps back. Not because he heard the sniffle you'd tried to suppress but because someone else had.
"Hey, buddy? Disrespect my wife again and you and I will cease having any blood relations till I put you in your place"
hoodie
pure warmth — caleb [love and deepspace]
Caleb's dream comes true and he can't believe you're finally his, your body so close, is he dreaming? It sure feels like it.
pairing. caleb x fem!reader
word count. 1.5k genre. smut
MDNI!!
Caleb's hands were shaking as he unbuttoned your shirt, lips still locked on yours like he was trying to replace your every memory with his taste.
❤︎﹕giving head to nerdjo ⸝⸝
nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.
“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”
his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”
your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.
“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.
you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.
“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”
you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”
he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.
can I request how zayne would react to latina!reader making him tres leches and flan for the first time? I know he’d love those
𐙚˙⋆.˚ zayne x latina fem!reader ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ fluffy fluff! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ sfw! ꒰੭
𐙚˙⋆.˚ do not translate/copy/repost! ꒰੭
﹙♡﹚tres leches cake can make me their slave. i love it. it's so moist and sweet, ughhhh ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒ also, we have our own version of the flan here in peru, it's called crema volteada, though it's way creamier! loved writing this ♡

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“Yeah I’m just getting into bed right now.”
A pretty bold faced lie, considering you’re about three steps from the entrance to the Nest. Sylus hums on the other side of the phone, clearly none the wiser.
“How fitting. I’m just waking up.” He doesn't sound too tired but you don't press the subject. The last thing you need is for him to get suspicious.
"Well, alright, I'll call you when I wake up? Goodnight, love you!" You hang up quickly, slipping inside the dark club.
You hate to lie to Sylus, really you do. A relationship is built on trust after all. Especially given his line of work. He doesn't lie to you, and you don't lie to him.
Well, at least before tonight.
"This is an interesting outfit for bed, sweetie." Sylus relaxes in a rather ornate chair, while you stand before him, sighing. Apparently, your lead on a big deal tonight had been wrong. Or, more likely, it had been right, but the buyer wasn't exactly someone you planned to hand over to the Association. At least, not until you kill him.
"Just waking up, huh?" You scoff, walking over to sink into his lap. The various men in the room are quick to slip out, not wanting to get tangled in Sylus's personal life.
"Shall we call it a truce?" His arms come around you, resting his chin on your shoulder possessively.
"...Fine. But answer this. Did you set this up on purpose?"
He leans back in the chair, eyes running over you and the expensive outfit you'd donned to "fit in" to the clubs interior.
"Isn't it obvious?"
If taboo, why delicious? And here is a shortfic.
Caleb was careful about what he called you in bed.
There were many names he liked to use: love, baby, princess. He called you everything but your childhood nickname—anything that didn't allude to the taboo of your relationship.
But it was there, always on the tip of his tongue.
It was something he constantly had to bite back when he lost himself in you.
And of course, like with everything, you followed his lead.
“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb,” you would say. You would gasp, moan into the sheets, yell his name over and over.
Caleb.
Because calling him what you wanted, what you’ve called him all your life, was a line you were both scared to cross.
But Caleb was just a man, pitiable and soft in the face of lust.
You were straddling his lap on your bed, his arms locked around your waist. He guided you up and down on his length.
Your head was thrown back. His was buried in your chest, nipping, biting, kissing any inch of skin that he could. The white noise of the fan drowned out by the frantic sounds of your passion.
It slipped out.
“Meimei, my baby sister.” His words cut through whimpers.
You couldn't help the way you reacted, how you clenched tight around him or how his words lit a fire between your legs. You answered the only way you knew how, burying your face in his neck, you cried—
“Gege."
And Caleb, who has always known control and always been mindful of your limits, lost it.
Like a man possessed, one of his hands moved to your shoulder, and how he slammed you down onto himself could only be described as desperation.
It was the forbidden fruit that Caleb has yearned for his entire life.
“Say it again. Say my name.”
"Caleb," you tried to say, but he cut you off.
“Not that. No.”
He punished you by pushing in deeper, faster, matching your drops with an upward thrust.
“Ge—” you could barely speak. He was robbing the air from your lungs and choking the words out of your mouth. There was no kindness in how he moved, only desire and hunger. You could almost feel him in your throat.
“Meimei, my meimei," Caleb chanted over and over again as his breath grew ragged and his rhythm began to falter. Fragments of his mantra flooded out between groans.
“My meimei.”
Depravity mixed with love and adoration. You felt the world tilt.
You shut your eyes when you came and your rationale shattered alongside you. He kept moving—taking, using—chasing his own release.
It didn't take long for him to follow, but he asked for one thing before he let himself go.
He asked you to say it again, to call him by that name that carried every line you've ever crossed, that signified breaking every boundary he's ever tried to build with you.
“Gege.”
It was barely a whisper, broken and muffled against his skin, but he heard it. And it was enough.
Your stomach filled with a warmth that you could only describe as his.
"Fuck."
It wasn't often you got to hear Caleb curse.
Between ragged breaths and sweaty skin, you melted into each other as the afterglow set in.
“I love you, ge.”
And he replied the only way he knew how—with a breathy chuckle and a kiss on your forehead.
“I love you more, meimei.”