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Please please can we get a part two to the pregnancy fic where the baby comes??
Zuko, who had faced down armies without flinching, looked like he might pass out. “She’s so tiny..” he breathed, his voice cracking as the midwife placed the squirming bundle into your arms. The baby’s face was scrunched and red, her dark hair plastered wetly to her scalp, but when she blinked up at them with golden eyes, his eyes—Zuko’s knees actually buckled. He caught himself on the edge of the bed, his fingers trembling as he brushed the back of one knuckle against Izumi’s cheek.
The first time Izumi laughed, it was at the Fire Sages. One of the elder sages. a man whose beard had gone from black to gray in service to the throne—had been droning through a ceremonial blessing when Izumi, perched on Zuko’s lap, let out a delighted giggle. Her tiny hands smacked against the scroll he was holding, sending it tumbling to the floor in a cascade of ember-red silk. The sage blinked, his ceremonial headpiece slightly askew, and Zuko, Firelord Zuko, conqueror of his own destiny*—bit his lip so hard it bled trying not to laugh.
"You're supposed to be a dignitary," You whispered later, pressing a damp cloth to his mouth as they sat in their private garden. Izumi was sprawled across Zuko’s chest, her fingers tangled in the sash of his robes. "Not a conspirator with a six-month-old."
"She has taste," Zuko muttered, shifting Izumi higher so he could press a kiss to her forehead. "That scroll was outdated anyway. The Fire Sages still haven’t updated the lineage records to include your family name."
Izumi chose that moment to sneeze, a tiny explosion that left a trail of drool on Zuko’s collar. You burst into laughter, leaning forward to wipe it away. only for Izumi to grab her wrist with surprising strength. The baby’s golden eyes narrowed, studying your fingers with the intensity of a scholar deciphering ancient script.
The first time Izumi firebent, she set the nursery curtains ablaze. It happened at dusk, when the last embers of sunlight painted the palace walls in molten gold—fitting, really, for a child born of fire. One moment, you were adjusting Izumi’s swaddle, murmuring about the evening’s visit from Uncle Iroh, and the next, a tiny fist shot free from the blankets with a spark that ignited the silk in a whoosh of crimson flame.
The first time Izumi asked for a sibling, she did it by dragging a baby turtleduck into the throne room during Zuko’s morning petitions. The delegates from the Southern Water Tribe barely had time to react before the three-year-old deposited the squirming creature onto the polished obsidian floor with a wet *plop*. "Daddy," she announced, pointing at the turtleduck with one sticky finger, "I want this but human."
Zuko choked on his tea. The Fire Sages, already scandalized by the interruption, turned varying shades of purple. You. The firelady, who had been discreetly nursing a headache behind her fan, snapped it shut so hard the ivory ribs cracked. "Izumi," you said slowly, "where did you get that?"
"Pond," Izumi said matter-of-factly, as if smuggling wildlife into state functions was perfectly reasonable. The turtleduck, sensing an opportunity, began waddling toward the Earth Kingdom ambassador’s ceremonial robes. "Uncle Iroh says babies come from love. You love daddy lots," She demonstrated by throwing her arms widec knocking over a ceremonial urn of fire lilies in the process. "So make another one."
The resulting silence was so profound they could hear the turtleduck pecking at the ambassador’s hemline. Zuko’s scar twitched. "We’ll discuss this later my dear.," he hissed, just as the turtleduck relieved itself on the Earth Kingdom’s finest silk.
The turtleduck incident was only the beginning. Izumi, now four and armed with the terrifying persistence of a child who'd discovered the power of repetition, had turned "daddy, when?" into a daily refrain. She greeted Zuko at breakfast ("When can I have a baby sister?" as she dripped honey onto his treaty scrolls), interrupted council meetings ("When,daddy?" bellowed from the courtyard where she'd scaled a pillar), and echoed through the palace corridors at bedtime ("When? When?" chanted like a war drum until you resorted to bribing her with extra fire flakes).
Zuko was beginning to understand why his ancestors had built soundproof chambers.
The palace settled into a heavy, humid silence after Izumi finally drifted into a charcoal-smudged slumber. Zuko sat on the edge of their expansive bed, the crown of the Fire Lord discarded on the nightstand. He rubbed his temples where the weight of the gold had pressed all day.
"The delegates are still talking about the turtleduck," Zuko muttered, his voice raspy.
You stepped out from behind the silk dressing screen, her robe hanging loose. "At least they weren't talking about the tax code. She brought levity to the throne room."
"She brought animal droppings to the Earth Kingdom ambassador’s boots," Zuko countered, though a smirk tugged at his scarred cheek. He looked up at you as he approached, his golden eyes darkening.
"She won’t stop asking, you know. She’s as stubborn as a badger-mole."
"Then let's give her what she wants," You whispered, your fingers sliding into his dark hair.
Zuko groaned, a low sound that vibrated against your stomach as he pulled you between his knees. "Are you sure? Another one like her might actually burn the palace down."
"We'll buy fireproof curtains this time," you teased, tilting his head back to kiss the line of his jaw.
Zuko didn't hesitate. He stood, his hands finding the tie of her robe and yanking it free. The silk slid to the floor in a crimson puddle. He shoved his breeches down, his turgid cock springing free, thick and already leaking a bead of clear pre-cum that glistened in the firelight. He pushed you back onto the mattress, his weight a familiar, grounding heat.
"I want to feel every bit of you," he growled, his breath hot against your ear.
He spread your legs wide, the damp heat of your pussy beckoning him. He didn't use his fingers; he wanted the immediate friction of skin on skin. He guided the broad head of his dick against your slit, smearing your natural cream upward toward your clit. A wet, shlicking sound echoed in the quiet room as he slid home, the girth stretching her tight walls.
"H-hah.. oh fuck..” you gasped, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back.
“Tell me if I'm too much," Zuko panted, his hips beginning a rhythmic, forceful grind.
"Never. More. Give me more," you urged.
The pace quickened, a messy, squelching rhythm taking over as sweat-slicked bodies slammed together. Air hissed out of you with every deep thrust. At one point, his cock slipped out from a particularly vigorous upward tilt of your hips, the head slapping against your wet thigh with a meaty thud. Zuko didn't wait; he gripped your waist, his thumbs bruising your skin, and shoved back inside with a guttural roar.
The sound of their union became a frantic cacophony of wet slaps and heavy breathing. You felt the blunt pressure of him hitting your cervix, a sensation that sent sparks through your vision. "Zuko, I'm... I'm close!"
"Stay with me," he commanded, his movements becoming frantic.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as his seed erupted inside you— in hot, thick pulses. You shrieked, your internal muscles clamping down on him, milking the last of his heat. They lay there for a long time, the only sound the crackle of the hearth and the heavy, synchronized thumping of two hearts.
"Do you think it worked?.." Zuko asked breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours.
You smiled, tracing the curve of his ear. "If it didn't, we'll just have to try again tomorrow."
idk if this has been done yet, but husband!zuko x reader. but he bends us over his throne surrounded by flames. can be semi-public or not 🔥
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Ohhh yes… thank you for giving me an idea🙏🤤
!firelord zuko fucking you infront of his closest advisors.
Below the dais, three elderly advisors hovered over a sprawling map of the Earth Kingdom colonies, their voices a discordant drone of logistics and trade tariffs.
"The northern shipping lanes remain clogged with ice-floe remnants, Fire Lord," Councilor Kyo stated, his voice thin and rasping like dry parchment. "The cost of spirits and timber will skyrocket by the spring equinox if we do not redirect the fleet."
Zuko didn't look at the map. His gaze remained fixed on his wife, You, who stood near the peripheral pillars, your fingers tracing the crimson silk of your robes. The way the firelight caught the curve of your throat made the air in his lungs feel like molten lead.
"General Shinu," Zuko barked, his voice cutting through the Councilor’s drone. "What is your assessment of the naval escort?"
The General stepped forward, clearing his throat. "We lack the coal reserves to sustain a full escort for the merchant vessels, Firelord. Unless we tax the coal mines in the caldera, we are at a stalemate."
You moved closer to the dais, your footsteps silent on the polished stone. "Perhaps the stalemate isn't in the mines, General, but in your lack of imagination regarding the wind currents."
The advisors shifted, their stiff robes rustling. Zuko’s lips curled into a sharp, dangerous smile. "Come here, my firelady.”
You walk towards zuko, the heat radiating from the eternal flames surrounding the throne intensifying with every step. Zuko reached out, his hand snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his armored chest. The smell of you, jasmine and woodsmoke, overwhelmed the sulfur in the air.
"You have a suggestion for the General?" Zuko whispered against your ear, though his eyes remained locked on the men below.
"I think the General should learn to multitask," You replied, your voice low and challenging. You leaned back against him, your hips grinding subtly against the rising heat in his lap. "And I think you’re far too tense to be making decisions about coal."
Zuko’s hand tightened on your hip , his fingers digging into the silk. "Kyo, continue with the report. Do not stop until I tell you."
"But firelord, the specifics of the-“ Kyo started, his eyes widening as Zuko stood, pulling you around and forcing you down onto the cold, golden metal of the throne.
"I said continue," Zuko commanded, his voice a low growl.
The flames surrounding the throne roared, leaping ten feet into the air, creating a wall of shimmering orange and red that blurred the advisors' vision but didn't hide the shapes behind the fire. Zuko gripped your hips, flipping you so you faced the back of the throne, Your chest pressed against the ornate dragon carvings. He hiked your skirts up, the red fabric bunching around your waist, revealing your bare, damp thighs.
"The... the harbor repairs in Yu Dao are... are behind schedule," Shinu stammered, his voice shaking. He kept his eyes glued to the map, though the sound of a zipper and the rustle of heavy silk echoed through the hall.
Zuko fumbled with his trousers, his cock springing free, thick and already leaking a bead of pre-cum that glistened in the firelight. He didn't use any finesse. He reached down, his fingers slicking through your folds, finding you already dripping. He shoved two fingers inside you, hearing the wet, squelching sound of your pussy gripping him.
"You’re so wet for them, my love," Zuko hissed, his breath hot against your neck.
"No.. I’m wet for my husband," you gasped, your fingernails clawing at the gold leaf of the throne. "Do it, Zuko. Make them hear how much you want me…”
Zuko didn't hesitate. He guided his crown-shaped head to your opening and shoved forward. The friction was immense, his foreskin pulling back tight as he buried himself to the hilt. You let out a sharp, jagged cry that echoed off the high rafters.
"Councilor," Zuko called out, his voice strained as he began to pull back and thrust again. "What was that about the shipping lanes?"
"The... the lanes, firelord," Kyo’s voice was an octave higher now. "They require... ah... immediate intervention."
Zuko hammered into you, his hips slapping against your buttocks with a rhythmic, fleshy thud. Shlicking sounds filled the gaps between the advisors' panicked sentences. Every time he lunged forward, his balls slapped against your taint, the sound sharp like a whipcrack in the quiet room. He could feel your internal walls pulsing, your cervix taking the brunt of his overzealous thrusting.
"They’re watching the shadows," Zuko groaned, his hand reaching around to find your clit. He rubbed it vigorously, his thumb sliding through the overflow of her juices and his own pre-cum. "They’re listening to me take you…”
"Let them," you moaned, your head tossing back. "Harder, Zuko. Fuck me until I can't hear them..”
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming frantic and messy. His cock slipped out for a moment, sliding against the side of your thigh with a wet, smacking sound before he guided it back into your soaking heat. The air was thick with the smell of sex and salt. Your pussy was a riot of friction and fluid, the air being pushed out of you with every deep stroke, creating a soft, rhythmic puffing sound.
"The tax... the tax is... oh gods," Shinu whispered, his shadow trembling on the floor.
"Don't stop reading, General!" Zuko roared, his voice breaking as he hit his limit.
He lunged one last time, pinning you against the throne as he began to pour his cum into you. He came in great, hot spurts, the feeling of his cock throbbing inside you making you scream his name. You followed him into the abyss, your own orgasm clamping down on him, milking him dry as you both collapsed against the dragon-carved gold.
Silence fell, save for the crackle of the dying flames and their heavy, ragged breathing. Zuko stayed buried inside you for a long minute, the mess of your union dripping onto the dais.
"You may go," Zuko said, his voice regaining its icy authority despite the sweat dripping from his chin. "Have the reports on my desk by dawn."
The sound of three pairs of feet scrambling toward the exit was the only answer he received. Zuko pulled out with a wet pop, watching as a mixture of his cum and your cream ran down your inner thigh. He leaned down, kissing your shoulder.
"Now," he whispered. "Where were we regarding the wind currents?"
Your husband, firelord zuko has a breeding kink.
Zuko—fuck—" you gasp as he sinks down in front of you, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. There's no waiting, no teasing—his mouth is on you instantly, tongue sliding through your folds in one hot, wet stroke that makes your legs shake.
"So fucking wet already," he mutters, his breath warm against you as he looks up with those burning gold eyes. Then he's back at it, licking you in long, firm strokes, coating you with his spit until you're dripping.
Your fingers tangle in his dark hair, tugging hard when his mouth finally closes around your clit. He sucks on it, hard and hungry, and you can't help the moan that tears from your throat. "Zuko—yes—don't stop—"
He groans in answer, the sound rumbling through you and making your hips buck. His hands grab your ass, yanking you even closer to his face like he needs more of you. It's wet and messy—you can hear every lick, every suck, feel his ragged breathing against your soaked pussy.
"Gonna make you cum all over my face," he says, his voice rough and needy. "Wanna feel you fall apart." His tongue starts moving faster, lighter flicks right on your clit while he pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right to make you see stars.
"Zuko—please—I need you inside me," you whimper, still sensitive and trembling.
He pulls away, his lips and chin glistening with your wetness, his golden eyes dark with pure lust. "Yeah? You need my cock?" He crawls up your body, kissing you hard so you can taste yourself on his tongue. "You know what I need?"
You nod, breathless, knowing exactly where this is going. It's all he talks about when he gets like this—when the need takes over.
"I need to fill you up," Zuko growls against your neck, positioning himself between your legs. "Need to pump you so full of my cum that it's dripping out of you for days." His cock presses against your entrance, thick and hard and ready. "Gonna get you pregnant. Gonna watch your belly grow with my baby."
"Yes—please, Zuko—" you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist.
He pushes inside in one smooth thrust, both of you moaning at the feeling. He's so deep, stretching you perfectly, and he doesn't wait—immediately starting to fuck you with hard, steady strokes.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he pants, his hips snapping against yours. "So tight and wet for me. This pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it? Made to take my cum and give me children."
"Yes! Yes, it was—" you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders.
Zuko's pace gets rougher, more desperate. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you nearly in half so he can get even deeper. "Gonna breed you so good," he promises, his voice rough and strained. "Gonna fuck a baby into you right now. You want that? Want me to make you a mother?"
"Please—I want it—want your baby—"
That drives him wild. His thrusts become almost punishing, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with your moans and his grunts. "You're gonna look so beautiful pregnant," he says, one hand sliding down to press against your lower belly. "Gonna be so full and round with my child. Everyone will know you're mine. That I bred you. That this—" he thrusts particularly deep, "—is my pussy and I filled it with my seed."
You can feel yourself getting close again, the pressure building as he hits that perfect spot inside you over and over. "Zuko—I'm gonna—"
"Cum for me," he demands, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. "Cum on my cock while I breed you. Milk me dry."
You shatter, your whole body tensing as pleasure crashes through you. Your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his cock, and Zuko groans loud and long.
"Fuck—yes—that's it—gonna cum—gonna fill you up—" His rhythm breaks, becoming erratic as he chases his own release. "Take it—take all of it—get pregnant for me—"
He buries himself as deep as possible and cums hard, his cock pulsing inside you as he empties himself. You can feel it—the warmth flooding you, so much of it, just like he promised. He keeps grinding into you, making sure every drop stays inside, making sure it takes.
"So full," he breathes, finally stilling but staying inside you. "You're so full of my cum right now." He pulls out just slightly and you both watch as some of it leaks out. Immediately, Zuko pushes it back in with his fingers, then his cock, thrusting a few more times. "No wasting it. It all stays inside. Gonna keep you plugged up with my cock until I know you're pregnant."
You whimper at the sensitivity but don't protest. You love seeing him like this—possessive and primal and completely obsessed with the idea of you carrying his child.
"We're not done," Zuko says, his cock already hardening again inside you. "Gonna fuck you all night. Gonna pump load after load into this perfect pussy until your belly is swollen with my baby. Until everyone can see what I did to you."
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adult fire lord zuko x wife!reader warnings: 18+ nsfw, fluff, breeding kink, baby fever, daddy kink wc: 726 summary: when fire lord zuko sees his wife holding babies, and with everyone constantly pestering for an heir, his mind can't help but reel to darker places.
“Fire Lord Zuko! When can we expect an heir to the Fire Nation?”
“Fire Lord Zuko! Are you and the Fire Lady expecting?”
“Who will take the throne as the prince now that you have been reigning for some time?”
The relentless questioning left Zuko restless. He had hoped the weight on his shoulders would ease once he transitioned from prince to Fire Lord, but the pressure had only increased tenfold.
You, on the other hand, were as cool as a cucumber.

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frat!toji vs mean!reader >.< !
frat!toji, who’s always liked his girls with a little spunk, someone who can tell him off—but he’s terrifying, tall as a tower, dwarfing almost everyone in his presence, his body practically sculpted from stone, most people don’t find it in them to tell him off.
frat!toji, who quite literally falls for you, you walk past him, heels clicking on the tiles, your hair trailing behind you, barely glancing in his direction and he practically drops to his knees, because he just has to get to know you.
frat!toji, who always thought you were such a doll, always dressed up in the cutest outfits, you hair always done to match, and you always smelled of something sweet—everything about you was mind numbingly adorable, a sharp contrast to your demeanour of absolutely walking all over him.
frat!toji, who expected you to be a shy, timid person, starting his conversations with you the way he would most girls only to have you glare at him, while eyeing him up and down with nothing but judgement in your gorgeous eyes, and he swears he can hear his heart stop beating for a moment—maybe he really was just a masochist.
frat!toji, who’s practically enamoured, spending every single one of his frat parties rambling on about how pretty you are, how you never give him any time of day and how that makes you so much hotter.
frat!toji, who has all his friends hype him up before he talks to you—he’s practically giddy like a teen when you give him even a moment. one conversation with you and he’s practically floating on cloud nine for the rest of the week.
frat!toji, who’s found a way to stalk you on every social media platform he could get his hands on—yes this freak also found your secret accounts, your tumblr, every single account you’ve buried underneath a fake name and he feels like a sick weirdo to have stalked you this far but there’s no way he’s going to stop.
frat!toji, who sniffs the air like a lovesick puppy when you walk past him, the whiff of your perfume making him a little dizzy, the blood rushing to his brain, while his friends stare at him, finally convinced that he’s lost his mind.
frat!toji, who nags you with stupid questions, just to watch you scoff, rolling your eyes at him, and gods he’s dreamed of that sight, visions of you writhing underneath him, your eyes rolled back—he’s a sick pervert but he just can’t help it. :(
frat!toji, who almost drops his drink when he catches you at a house party, the sight of you in a dress that barely left anything to the imagination had his head reeling and for the first time, toji fushiguro was stuttering while he tried to talk to a girl.
frat!toji, who’s so close to punching sukuna’s face when sukuna is burying you in compliments, watching you snicker before making your way through the place, drink in hand, before seating yourself on the couch and watching the entire party before you, your face a little flushed and your mind a little dizzy.
frat!toji, who’s practically sweating bullets while he seated next to you, you’re drunk, leaning over his shoulder while his arm is wrapped around you, and when you slur your words—
“what brings you here, handsome?” his breath catches in his throat, his mouth feels dry, and when you giggle? god he’s never heard a sound that pretty.
frat!toji, who can barely look you in the eyes, his mind always rushing straight to the moment you were leaned over him, all flushed and pretty and soft, for a moment then it felt like it was just the two of you. and he would kill to relive that again.
frat!toji, who follows you around campus, noting down your little habits—he’s pathetic he knows that, you’ve called him pathetic before. and it’s almost embarrassing how quickly that had him straining against his pants. he’s pathetic, down bad, and absolutely enamoured. but the one thing he knows for sure is that he’s yours.
frat!toji, who now makes sure he’s always seated next to you during classes, his menace of a fraternity always throwing little notes at him from the back of the lecture to tease him but he couldn’t care less, being around you, even if you barely pay attention to him is more than enough, he just needs to bask in your presence.
frat!toji, who actually starts taking notes, right after you yell at him, smacking him across the back of his head for being distracted all the time, how if he doesn’t pay attention, he’d fail all his classes—and sets him in line so quickly it’s embarrassing. all because he overheard a conversation where you mentioned that idiots weren’t your type.
frat!toji, who tries to tease you, only to have you snap right back—he isn’t used to you, isn’t used to all this attention, and he isn’t used to the way your eyes scan his body like you can see right past his stupid act.
frat!toji, who now has just fully accepted that he’s yours entirely, you may not know it just yet, and yes you mock him every chance you get, it just has him falling even harder. and he’s exactly where he wants to be.
last rotting draft ! repost because i had to tweak it >_0 !!
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᭡୧ prof!nanami corrupting his A+ student into riding him ..
nanami’s thick cock splits you open so slow at first, the blunt head catching at your entrance before he rocks up and sinks in deep, stretching you wide around that fat length until your thighs tremble on either side of his hips.
you’re supposed to be the one in control here, teacher’s pet perched on top like you’re the one running the show, but the second he bottoms out your mouth falls open on a broken little moan and your rule about no kissing crumbles like it always does.
his big hands lock around the curve of your ass, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, guiding you down until your clit grinds against the base of him and you feel every inch pulsing inside you.
“that’s it,” he murmurs against your jaw, voice low and rough like gravel, “ride it just like that, baby. show me how bad you need it.”
you try to keep it steady, hips rolling in tight little circles, but he starts thrusting up to meet you and it turns filthy fast.
skin slapping wet and loud, your soaked pussy creaming down his shaft every time you lift and drop, the obscene sound of it filling the room while your tits bounce under the thin fabric of your top. he yanks the neckline down so he can watch them, thumbs brushing your nipples until they’re stiff and aching, then he pulls you forward so your chest presses to his and your mouths crash together again.
you told him no kissing. you swore it. but nanami kisses like he fucks—deep, hungry, tongue sliding against yours while he grips your waist and fucks up into you harder, the slap of his hips meeting your ass echoing every time he drives in to the hilt.
your hands fist in his hair, tugging, because you can’t help it, can’t stop yourself from whining into his mouth when the angle shifts and his cock drags right over that spot that makes your vision spark white.
he breaks the kiss just long enough to bite your bottom lip, eyes dark and half-lidded under you.
“broke your rule again,” he says, smug, voice wrecked, and then he’s dragging you down harder, forcing you to take every thick inch while your clit grinds against him with every thrust. you’re dripping, slick running down his balls, soaking the sheets, but he doesn’t care.
he just keeps fucking up into you like he’s trying to ruin you for anyone else, one hand sliding between your bodies so his thumb can circle your clit in tight, mean little strokes.
your thighs burn, your cunt clenches around him so hard it’s almost embarrassing, but nanami groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, hips snapping up faster, chasing that wet heat.
“come on, pretty girl,” he breathes right against your lips, “let me feel you come all over my cock. been thinking about this since you started explaining quadratic functions like i could focus on anything but how tight this pussy is.”
you try to answer but it comes out a sob, your whole body shuddering as the pressure coils tighter and tighter. he kisses you again, swallowing every desperate sound while he fucks you through it, relentless, until your orgasm crashes over you so hard your vision blurs and your nails rake down his chest. he doesn’t stop. he just grips you tighter, fucks you deeper through the aftershocks, chasing his own release with low, filthy grunts that vibrate against your mouth.
when he finally comes it’s with your name on his tongue and his cock buried to the hilt, pulsing hot and thick inside you while he keeps rocking up slow, drawing it out, making sure you feel every drop. you collapse against his chest, lips still brushing his, rule long forgotten, and nanami just smirks against your skin like he knew you’d break it all along.
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Yandere Batfam Nonchalantly Neglected Reader
Inspired off of @halluvic Batfam Blurb about a nonchalantly neglected reader idea. Which I think is so much fun for such an angst-filled fandom! High-key my go to thought everytime a neglected fic is missing the revenge.
higuruma the virgin!
higuruma hiromi is definitely the type to lie about not being a virgin when you come over so you don't think he's an absolute oddity.
he knows it would've been sensible to lose it by now, but he chickens out every time. what if he ends up hurting the person he attempts to have sex with? he's not the average man, he's huge, burly, his stamina is abnormal and he'll need several rounds to be satisfied, and he's worried his tight grip may bruise or break your poor little body.
THOUGHT YOU WERE MAD AT THEM. YOUR PUSSY DISAGREED — various jjk men.
★ SUMMARY : leaving them for a few hours after you had a heated argument, just to see them waiting for you and fucking it into your brain that they want you.
☆ FEATURING : saturo gojo , toji fushiguro , kamo choso , hiromi higuruma , kento nanami , ryomen sukuna , shiu kong , naoya zenin , mahito
★ WARNINGS : fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, oral sex, penetrative sex, wall sex, desk sex, kitchen sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm control, edging, breeding kink, size kink, manhandling, hair pulling, spanking, biting/marking, rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, brat taming, dominant men, possessive behavior, power dynamics, pussy drunk, dumbification, size kink, breeding kink, possessive behavior, marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, face riding, oral fixation, hair pulling, manhandling
☆ WORD COUNT — 12.4k EST. TIME — 1 hour 35 mins
★ NOTE : not proof read i was rushin for u guyss 🥹 THANK YOU FOR 1.5KKK
★ SATURO GOJO
“mmmfgh— baby, don’t do that shit again.” he mumbles it right into the crook of your neck, voice all gravel and wrecked, hot breath fanning over the bite mark he just sucked into your skin.
the bedroom smells like sex and the faint citrus of his shampoo you stole earlier. sheets are already twisted under your knees, headboard knocking the wall every time you drop down hard on his cock.
“you can’t just— fuck— leave after an argument like that,” gojo groans, long fingers digging bruises into your hips like he’s scared you’ll disappear again if he lets go. “had me losin my damn mind waitin’ for you.”
▶ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 Headcanons (mdni)
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who purposefully likes to ragebait you. You're both in the debate club, and every session seems to deepen your distaste for the white-haired fiend even further.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who plays Devil's Advocate, casually stating that ethics was just an abstract concept. He knows you're in the research field, that you value the concept of upholding ethical standards in everything that you do. That's why he makes outlandish claims — it's fine to lie to your subjects every once in a while if it's for the greater good. That morality was just a social construct. That if no-one finds out, it didn't happen.
Hypothetically, of course.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who revels in the way your lashes flutter, an incredulous look crossing over your heated face before you go off on a rant. He simply sits there — chin resting on top of his palm and lips curving into a dopey grin.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who loves listening to you speak, whether it's you chewing him out or presenting your findings for your thesis — he sits there so clearly engaged like it was Einstein speaking before him, as if he isn't the renowned gifted kid himself. He hangs onto each and every word, even if it means you'll cuss at him later for staring at you for too long.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who escalates your debates right when you've calmed down. He's not above feigning boredom when you're about to win, dismissing your carefully thought out arguments with a mumbled 'yeah, yeah. You win' — which positively makes you seethe. He doesn't even defend himself, not until the room goes quiet and he's 'speculating' whether animal testing is unethical or not. He smiles innocently, watching you bury your face in your hands.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who doesn't even believe half the things he says. It's all just a ploy to get you to corner him later when you're away from the watchful eyes of your fellow classmates. The unnatural calmness in his tone is jarring, to put it lightly. You know he's pissing you off on purpose just to get a reaction out of you — and you fall for it every. Single. Time.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who suggests you should just take your frustrations out on him one day. He thinks he's pushed it too far when you fall silent — already trying to figure out how to play off his words as just a joke, just like he usually does.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who's letting out a chorus of whimpers when you drag him by the tie into some empty lecture room, and it's that same tie that's wrapped around your fist as he eats you out on his knees. His eager tongue is buried in your cunt as you rut against his nose, using his face to get off with each yank of the tie. His glasses fog up, and your sticky juices drip down the pointed angle of his chin — soaking into the collar of his crumpled shirt.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who has spent an ungodly amount of time studying human anatomy. He's watched enough porn to know how to flick his tongue against your aching clit just right, how to curl his fingers inside your walls in a way that makes you sing out for him. He's only grateful for the lack of students in that wing of your campus that day — what was the probability of that?
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who lets you bounce on his lap and take what you need from him. Every clap of your ass dropping back down onto his thighs has him seeing stars, and he's involuntarily fucking his hips up into you, hands pawing at your hips. You're still tugging on his tie, pulling him up until his lips meet yours. You find him better this way — when he's rendered dumb and not running his mouth.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who's choking on a groan when you cease your riding and swivel your hips in a slow, mean circle, denying him a much needed orgasm. Like this, he can feel your pussy spasming around his jerking length, feel you trying to milk him dry. "It's because you never learn your lesson," you say. You want an apology from the man. You want him to admit he's wrong, always wrong.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who cries fat tears, chest heaving as he babbles out a string of garbled 'sorry, 'm so sorry' in a desperate attempt to get you to fuck him again. He swears he won't piss you off again, that you were right and he was wrong. Your ego swells, and it's only then you resume your nasty rhythm with vigour. His head falls back, knuckles turning white as his fingers dig bruises into your hips, ass, waist — any inch of skin he can get his greedy hands on.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who thanks you profusely, breathlessly when you finally reward him with an orgasm. You shudder at the way he fills you up, potent ropes of cum painting your insides white. His thumb is shaky when it finds your clit, both of your breathing ragged as he coaxes your own release out of you with weak coos.
▸ 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, who goes back to ragebaiting you during your debates, just so that you can let out your pent-up frustrations on him all over again.
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mdni. yuji has too much stamina.
yuji’s stamina is kinda unfair.
you’re already boneless on the mattress, chest heaving, thighs trembling from the third—maybe fourth?—round tonight. sweat sticks your hair to your forehead; every muscle feels like warm liquid. you can barely keep your eyes open, let alone lift your hips to meet him anymore.
but yuji’s still going.
his pink hair is damp, sticking up in wild strands. those big brown eyes are wide and bright, cheeks flushed, lips parted around soft pants like he’s just getting started. he’s braced over you, strong arms caging you in, cock still hard and thick inside where you’re swollen and sensitive.
“baby,” he breathes, voice all honey and concern even as his hips roll slow, deep. “you okay? need me to stop?”
you whimper. it’s too much—too full, too deep, every drag lighting up oversensitive nerves. your hands push weakly at his chest.
“yuji… i can’t… i’m done…”
he freezes instantly. brows knit. lower lip juts out in that heartbreaking little pout that always undoes you.
“really? but you feel so good… and you’re so pretty when you come for me…”
he leans down, nuzzling your neck, pressing tiny kisses along your jaw. one hand slips between you to circle your clit so gently it’s almost ticklish. his voice drops to that soft, pleading whisper he knows you can’t resist.
“just one more? please? i’ll be so careful… promise i’ll make it good…”
your resolve crumbles. he’s too earnest, too sweet, too fucking adorable with those flushed cheeks and hopeful eyes. you sigh, wrap shaky arms around his neck.
“okay… one more.”
his whole face lights up like you just handed him the moon.
“thank you, baby!”
he kisses you deep, slow, then starts moving again—careful now, measured, grinding just right while his thumb keeps petting your clit in lazy circles. you’re exhausted. wrecked. but when he groans your name like it’s a prayer and spills inside you for the last time, trembling and whispering how much he loves you…
you know you’ll give in every single time.
mdni. fucking suguru inches from sleeping brother!satoru
“shhh, quiet little dove.”
suguru says it like you’re the one responsible for this mess of a situation—when he was the one dragging you closer in the bed, guiding your hips until his thick cock sank deep inside you with your brother sleeping right next to you.
one wrong sound and satoru will wake up. one wrong move and he’ll see his best friend balls-deep in his little sister.
“you take me so good. you want me to feel good, right?”
you nod because speaking feels impossible when every tiny shift of your hips makes his cock drag against your walls in a way that’s too much and not enough all at once. you try to move again—small, helpless rolls of your hips—but the stretch is too much, too full, too deep. every tiny shift sends sparks immediately racing up your spine.
you try to keep quiet but then a little whine slips past your lips before you can stop it. suguru sits up immediately, careful not to move the mattress too much, and presses a finger to your mouth.
“shhh,” he breathes. “let me help you.”
then he starts to rock his hips—tiny, shallow thrusts that barely move more than an inch in and out, but it’s enough. every nudge kisses your cervix, every drag rubs that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. the angle is everything; you’re so full it feels like he’s rearranging you from the inside.
you start to squirm because it all feels too much, but he closes his arms around you, holding you flush against him so you can’t escape the thick pressure of his cock deep in your guts.
“easy,” he breathes against your neck. “you’ll wake him.”
you know it’s stupid. you know it’s dangerous. this thing between you and suguru has always been secret. satoru would kill you both—literally—if he knew. so you take every stolen moment you can get. but this—fucking you right next to your brother on a shared vacation bed—is reckless even for him.
and yet neither of you can stop.
because it’s stupid, but it also feels so so good.
his cock is stretching you to the point it almost hurts, every ridge and vein dragging along your walls with agonizing slowness whenever he rolls his hips in slow, controlled circles. forward—your clit grinds against the coarse hair at his base; backward—his cock stirs your walls, rubbing that perfect spot over and over without ever really pulling out so the head stays pressed deep, kissing your cervix with every backward motion, while the thick base grinds against your clit on every forward motion.
you whimper again, needier—hips trying to chase more of him, but his grip on your waist keeps you locked in place, forcing you to take only what he allows.
“shhh,” he soothes, one hand coming up to cover your mouth, while the other stays on your hip, pressing you closer. “quiet, little dove. you’re doing so well.”
slick drips steadily down his length, soaking his balls, the sheets beneath you both. the wet sound of your cunt dragging over his cock is loud in your own ears—you’re sure it’ll wake satoru any second. but suguru doesn’t seem to care.
“feel that?” he whispers, lips brushing your temple. “how deep i am? how perfectly you open up for me?”
you nod frantically, tears slipping free now and whimpering softly into his hand every time he moves, forcing another inch of his thick cock deeper.
“that’s it. just like that. take every inch while i use you, okay?”
another lazy circle, another whimper muffled against his palm—and you feel yourself tip over the edge, clenching so hard around his cock that even suguru’s breath stutters.
“good girl—ngh… such a good girl.” then he buries himself deep one last time and you feel the first hot, thick pulse of his cum flood inside you, filling you so completely you can feel it leaking out around his cock.
“suguru—too much,” you whimper, squirming against him, but he keeps his arms locked around your waist and ribs so tightly that squirming isn’t even an option. every inch of skin pressed together while he fucks his cum deeper inside you.
the squelch is embarrassingly loud as his thick release gets stirred and pushed back inside you, only to leak out again in warm rivulets that drip down your thighs and pool on the sheets.
“stay still, little dove,” he whispers against your ear. “you wanna make me feel good, right? let it happen.”
so all you can do is push weakly against his chest as you feel yourself getting fuller and fuller of his cum—every deep thrust forcing more of it to squelch out around his cock, soaking everything beneath you while satoru sleeps on—not an arm’s length away.
you’re lucky he sleeps like the dead.