fenni!

On a good day, Sylus was cocky, smug, and rather arrogant, a facade that only sort of faded once your relationship began. So, you'd only assumed he would be the same in the bedroom. He'd be teasing you and mumbling cheeky comments the whole time for sure.

Right?

"It's alright, shhh I know, I know." A warm hand cups your cheek, gently brushing away a stray tear. He's only an inch or two in, but the stretch has your eyes stinging more than you'd been able to hold back.

"S-Sylus..." You whine, nails digging into his biceps. The sheets are cool against your back, though the sensation does little to distract you as Sylus slides in a little more.

"Such a good girl for me. You can take it, I know you can. So perfect." He's being so sweet, his eyes soft as he places gentle kisses on your heated skin.

"I don't-I don't think I can..." You sniffle, though your legs wrap tighter around him.

"Just a little more. Take a deep breath for me?" When you do, exhaling slowly, you feel him bottom out. You suck in a breath immediately, though your eyes roll back in ecstasy in the same moment.

"See? Does it feel good?" He presses soft kisses along the column of your throat, humming when you shiver against him.

"Y-yeah. Can-can you move now?" Your eagerness makes him smile, pressing his lips to yours like he can't get enough of it.

"Patience, sweetie. You should take a minute to adjust."

"I-I'm already adjusted! Come on, just fuck me?" He grins, hands interlocking with yours on the bed.

Headcannons about your silly streamer boyfriend.

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Streamer!Valko who keeps his relationship with you private because his fans can be a little -too- parasocial sometimes.

Streamer!Valko who only goes for love interests that look like you in the games he streams.

Streamer!Valko who loves to stream your favorite games while you’re at work to feel closer to you and get to know more about your interests.

Streamer!Valko who loves to upgrade his tech. From keyboards to graphics cards to mouse pads. There’s something new about his setup almost every week.

Streamer!Valko who -cannot- handle horror games. He’s jumping out of his chair, covering his eyes, and screaming at the mildest of jump scares.

pairing: ⸝⸝ Aged up! Zuko x Fem! Reader ⸝⸝

word count: 1.2k

warnings: angst to comfort, secret pregnancy, found family, Iroh's wisdom

The morning sun peeked through the ornate windows of the Fire Nation palace, but you didn’t feel its usual warmth. Instead, you felt that familiar, heavy churning in your stomach. It had been happening for weeks now—exhaustion, the sudden sensitivity to the smell of Zuko’s favorite spicy foods, and a strange, fluttering pressure deep in your abdomen.

stress relief

tenya iida x fem!reader | nsfw | smut | mdni | oneshot

you heard the door slam, pulling you away from whatever you were doing on your phone, turning your attention to your beloved husband, tenya iida; or ingenium to the general public.

he barely acknowledged you as you stood from the couch, which was rare considering as soon as you met him at the door he met you with a passionate kiss— mumbling in between kisses how much he missed you at work.

today, however, he simply set his bag on the kitchen counter and started to take his suit jacket off; an angrier look on his face— adjacent to a normal resting face for katsuki, you thought.

“tenten, what’s wrong?” you questioned, placing a hand on his shoulder, which went mostly unacknowledged from tenya.

he sighed and slowly turned toward you. “hard day at work.” he grumbled, swifting past you and sitting on the couch. his legs parted, arms flexing as they were across his chest with his dress shirt sleeves rolled up.

you sat next to him, draping an arm around the couch behind him that swiftly fell onto his shoulders. “oh? tell me about it.” you leaned into him.

“i would prefer not to.” he finally looked you in the eye and pressed his lips together in dissatisfaction.

“okay… what would you like to do?” you smiled at him, willing to do anything to make him happy again. a small smile spread across his lips.

he gave you the look. “it would be most pleasurable if you would pleasure me with your mouth. suck my dick, please?” his large hand rubbed up and down your thigh, a pleading look on his face.

“of course i would, i love you after all.” without another word, you got on your knees in front of him— your hands resting on his inner thighs as his hips thrusted up, taking off his leather belt.

as soon as it was off, you eagerly pulled down his zipper and pulled out his thick eight inches… yes, eight inches. not to worry, though; you had done this for him plenty of times. sometimes after a hard day, sometimes just because.

“a question, though…” you looked up from his cock and to his pretty, blushing, face. “is it alright if… if i could be a bit rough tonight?”

you smiled. “of course tenten.” that nickname did it for him. he gathered your hair into a ponytail and bucked his hips into your face, his dick slipping from your small (in comparison) hand and slapping onto your face, making him even more needy.

you started with small kitten licks on his mushroom shaped tip, just sucking up the salty pre-cum leaking from him. then, you started running your tongue up and down the sides, ruminating on a few of his veins which popped out every second you lingered on them.

you finally took him into your mouth, fully; which took a lot of trial and error between you and tenya— training your mouth to fit his huge cock. as he watched your head slowly bob up and down, he got too impatient.

he grasped your hair tighter, using it to fuck your face harder and rougher than initially intended. tenya got this way a lot more than he thought, he tried not to for fear of being too rough with his princess— you.

but you didn’t mind, in fact you liked how animalistic he got. how much he wanted— no, needed you for release after a long day; or even a good one. he could be on top of the world, and still all he truly needed was you.

it didn’t take long for him to finish, but the way you swallowed his seed while looking so innocently and cutely into his eyes— oh boy were you in for a treat. he got hard all over again. truly, he could easily get hard just from looking at you but… he had to be normal and restrain himself; but it really was hard to not pounce on you and fuck you until all you knew was his name every-time you wore a cute new set or a frilly dress.

he stood up, bringing you softly along with him. he spun you around so that you were facing the couch, as gently as he could he pushed you onto your knees on the cushions. he slid his hands up the dress you were wearing and back down with the edges of your thong coming down with him.

he pressed his muscular body against your back, both arms coming around to wrap around you tightly. his rock hard dick against your already wet pussy, not fully pushing in yet. he bent down, his lips just barely grazing your outer ear. “‘so fuckin’…ngh.” he grunted from the friction of slowly grinding on you. “such a good wife for me. s— shit. taking my cock every day… keeping my balls empty.” his vulgar words made you press your ass harder back into him, making him grind faster.

finally, he pushed himself into you. he rutted into you at an insane speed, his tip bruising your cervix with every thrust. you moaned his name as he grunted yours into your ear softly, but you could still hear the hunger within in.

it was almost animalistic the way he fucked you— your tits bounced up and down the way he humped you like a horny rabbit and you could already tell he wasn’t gonna last much longer. he could and has last hours, but if he was particularly pent up and you were looking particularly cute… he couldn’t control himself.

finally, he came inside the same time as you did, the thick spurts of cum being the last drop in the bucket for the pleasure you could take before orgasming. his juicy seed coated your insides white, threatening to knock you up with his child… which excited you and especially tenya in all the right ways.

“ngh. you’re so— so… i can’t even— fuck. i love you.”

Warning: Themes of Cannibalism, Dark, NSFW. (don't interact if you aren't comfy)Minors DNI.

You had always known you and Caleb craved something more of each other. 

Your childhoods were spent longing for each other in a way that even your young minds understood as not quite… virtuous. 

For years, he spent his life convincing you that you belonged to him, chanting to you in your sleep that there was no one else for you but him. 

He yearned to always have you impossibly close, every inch of his skin begging to touch yours, verging on a desperate need to nestle you beneath his own flesh. 

Because it was nagging him all his life, something telling him that you weren't meant to be separate. And he knew you felt it too, sharing that utter desire to consume each other until you were a single being. 

Years spent burying those feelings or putting up a facade of normalcy did nothing to suppress them. It was obvious, yet kept unspoken in a way that you both knew but were too afraid to speak aloud– perhaps terrified of your own depraved selves. 

Especially during times like these.

You were in bed, curled in his embrace, tracing lazy patterns across his bare chest. Looking up, you saw his lips parted gently, letting out the faintest snores. He was deep asleep, his facial features completely relaxed, graced by the occasional flicker of moonlight seeping through the window.

It was rare to see him so unguarded. Between his complicated childhood and the mess of his adulthood, living with frayed nerves and a constant edge was all Caleb had ever known.

But here, right now, you were his momentary peace.

You turned your gaze back down to his chest, rising and falling with his breathing. The finger that was tracing his skin previously paused over the area where his heart should have been, poking into the spot experimentally. You watched as the flesh dipped under your pressure, and then filled back out.

Your face moved closer, nose brushing over his skin as you nuzzled into him, eyes fluttering shut against his warmth as you caught the faint thrumming in his chest. It was a hot summer night, and the bedside fan did little to save you both from the humidity, leaving his skin glistening in certain places, ever so syrupy in the sticky air. 

Just a little taste, you told yourself as your lips parted against his skin, tongue sticking out to lick a small stripe, immediately meeting his warm, salty skin. That prompted you to press your mouth into him deeper– it was almost addictive, the way it filled your senses. And before you could stop yourself, you bit the soft flesh. 

A quiet hiss interrupted your movements, his frame stirring slightly before you. You looked up to see him smiling at you, sleep still heavy in his eyes as his arm pulled you closer into himself.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Mhm.”

--- There was a certain look about Caleb that you had grown to recognize.

The one that, despite the years of training Caleb put himself through, still managed to betray his face. It was almost imperceptible– a slight twitch of his lip, the subtle shift of his jaw.

You’ve only ever seen it in specific moments.

Like when it would flash across his face as he stared at your ass being squeezed by his own hands, intoxicated by the way your flesh would so readily mold to his tampering.

Or when you would present your bare pussy to him, slick running down your thighs while he practically drooled at the sight. 

Or that one time when you ran to him crying after you accidentally cut your hand, blood rolling off your forearm in beads as the crimson stained everything around it. You remember Caleb hesitated for a fraction of a second, his throat bobbing as you noticed his pupils flicker and struggle with how far they’d dilated, mumbling something about patching you up as he licked you clean. 

And it would also sometimes appear when he watched you eat. Sitting at the counter, face resting in his palm, he'd dazedly watch you gobble down his cooking while you sang praises about how good a chef he was– especially those times you asked if he’d used some special ingredient because the food tasted…better, sweeter, only to be met with an ambiguous, quiet answer. 

As you began to notice more of these instances, you found yourself craving them more. It was something about the way he looked at you–almost like a predator circling its prey, sizing it up before it would eventually be consumed. 

---

Making love was an entirely different matter.

Caleb said that was where you were the safest. Where you belonged, and where it felt right. Having him buried deep inside your womb was the closest you could get to being one.

And as such, this was the only time you let yourselves slip up– putting the masks away to finally indulge your desires the tiniest bit.

It showed itself in the way you would bite hard enough to draw blood just to lap it all up, all while Caleb would practically sob into your shoulder with how desperately he rutted into you. His hips snapped up to yours with a violent, needy force that mirrored just how impossibly deeper he wanted to sheathe himself inside you. He kneaded and squeezed your flesh, digging his fingers in until dark bruises bloomed wherever he held on, leaving no expanse of skin unmarked.

And most of all, it showed itself in the way you would kiss each other, gasping and moaning into each other's mouths, letting him devour all the noise and taste you had to offer him.

And if it ever came to it, you would probably let him eat your heart.

tags: @hilliserose @lanalemonn @aliceonice

Warnings: Explicit, MDNI. Dubious Consent, Degradation, Rough

The sound of heavy footsteps echoing outside your bedroom door broke your attention away from your phone. You were sitting on your bed, and looked up to see the knob turn and the door open, the creak of the hinge signalling the arrival of your weary boyfriend. 

Caleb’s eyes immediately found yours, heavy lids hinting at the exhaustion that accumulated throughout the day. His usually crisp uniform was now unbuttoned low and creased at the edges, letting his heaving chest peek through. His tie was pulled off completely and was now wrapped around his hand instead.

He looked completely unraveled.

Normally, this would concern you, as you would immediately invite him to slip into your embrace, asking him all about his day and the overwhelming responsibilities that probably consorted it. Indulging him in the comfort that only you would be able to provide, all without a second thought. 

Not today though. 

You were utterly upset by Caleb not giving you enough attention throughout the day, and being the bratty abomination Caleb practically created himself, you weren't planning on being nice. 

You watched him toss his hat off somewhere on the floor carelessly and take a few steps towards you. “It's way past your bedtime, pips.” His voice was gruff, carrying a deeper edge and being breathier than usual, almost like even using it was costing him his composure. 

You, meanwhile, ignored his presence and voice entirely, and turned your attention back onto the device in your hands. Even as you felt his looming presence hovering right above your figure, you simply acted indifferent. 

You heard a low hum rumble from his chest before a hand snatched away your phone. Immediately, your gaze shot up to meet his face, seeing one of his eyebrows cocked up. 

“Go to sleep.” The sentence carried an air of finality, but you were not going to relent. 

“No.” 

You saw his lips press together into a thin line, looking like he was conjuring all the patience in the world. And that's exactly what you’ve come to expect– Caleb resorting to his sweet indulgence, saying ‘please baby’ while peppering light kisses all over your face. His natural state of having bottomless lenience. 

But what you didn't expect–  was for him to reach out to the back of your neck, thread his fingers through your hair, and yank hard. 

“C-caleb,” you whimpered out, already feeling tears prick the edge of your eyes and your underwear turning into wet mush. 

Caleb leaned down to your level, head dipping into the crook of your neck as he angled you with his new leverage. “You’re a pain in the fucking ass.” He smushed his face against your skin, inhaling deeply, punctuating each movement with bites and sucks that felt anything but gentle. And by the time he retracted to meet your gaze once again, his eyes were fully blown out.

“Ive had a day too long, my work too hard, and way too many punchable faces,” Caleb spoke lowly as he raked his eyes through your entire frame, a tick in his jaw pulsing with each syllable. 

“So what I need you to do, my sweet–” the nickname was dripping with condescension more than anything, and suddenly, he released his hold on you, standing up to his full height to tower over you once more, “--is to shut the fuck up and strip.” 

You gulped aloud, throat bobbing as suddenly all defiance bubbled away with the weight of his gaze. And so you pulled off your t-shirt, exposing your soft mounds and already pebbled nipples. You watched Caleb's eyes immediately dart to the view, mouth ever so slightly parting. And to finish the job, you pulled off your shorts, now entirely bare and exposed to the volatile man in front of you. 

You saw him mutter a faint ‘fuck’ under his breath before he swiftly unbuttoned his trousers, tugging them off along with his boxers as his eager dick took no time or convincing to immediately spring up, massive with veins running down its length, and a flushed tip that was already drooling. 

His hand, still having the tie wrapped around it, went back to gripping your hair and tugging your face closer, as the other grabbed the base of his own dick and smacked it across your cheek. The contact made your pussy clench around nothing, and a soft whimper escaped your lips. 

“Go on.” 

A part of you wanted to prove yourself, that you were still capable of being his good girl. So you immediately went to work, wrapping your lips around his tip and slowly feeding his entire length into your mouth.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that,” you looked up at him through your lashes, already struggling to accommodate him. “In fact– I’ll help ya.” And he pushed your head down all the way, your nose now grazing his pelvis.

You gagged, hard. But his grip suggested you weren't gonna be let go of anytime soon, so you pushed through, flaring up your nostrils to breathe through your nose and relaxing your throat. Tears were now freely running down your cheeks.

Caleb let his face break just a little, with how you were looking up at him with wet cheeks and lashes, mouth stuffed full of him. 

“My pretty little slut,” he gritted, letting out soft grunts as he shallowly thrusted into your mouth. 

Soon enough, you regained some sanity as you got more used to his size, now more eager with the way you bobbed your head, pulling back entirely sometimes to swirl your tongue and kiss his pink tip.

But right before you were about to take him in entirely once more, you felt his grip tighten in your hair and hold your head back, making you whine at the restraint. “Ca–”

Before you could react, he posted one knee onto the mattress, pushing you to lay flat, and he held your waist and hauled you back across the bed. Immediately maneuvering you to have your face shoved into the pillows and ass held up high. 

Feeling like your world was turned upside down, you took a moment to get back to your senses while you felt your wrists being tied up together. Shifting your head to get a clear view behind you, you saw the ends of his tie dangling down your hips.

SMACK

You felt a sharp stinging on your ass, immediately soothed by his warm hands caressing the skin. Yet the blooming pain only led to the dripping of your cunt getting worse, wet trails forming as slick ran down your thighs. This didn't go unnoticed by Caleb either, as his fingers traced the wetness back up to your fluttering folds, meeting no resistance as he shallowly thrusted two digits in. 

“Goddammit, Pips,” Caleb sucked in a breath through his teeth, “you like being treated this way, don't you? Nasty girl.” 

And with that he shoved his fingers in all the way, not giving you any time to adjust to his huge digits and immediately setting a rough pace.

“Caleb! T-too muc–”

“Don’t fucking care.”

He seemed to go even faster, pumping his fingers in and out with loud squelches. Your hips instinctively bucking into his thrusts betrayed you, but to save some semblance of dignity, you whined and squealed, still partially muffled by the pillows yet making it abundantly clear that you were, in fact, complaining about this. 

Suddenly, you felt his hand pull away from you entirely, but immediately replaced by his dick spearing through you and bottoming out in one brutal thrust. This effectively silenced all your whining, letting all your grievances dissolve into breathy whimpers. 

“Much better. Noisy bitch, aren't ya.” Caleb grunted, and you felt his heavy hand settle over the base of your head to push you even further into the pillows. 

And after a moment of you just pulsing around his dick, pussy struggling to take all of him, he began rolling his hips against you– not pulling out yet, just tugging your hips impossibly flush against his own, almost like he wanted to nestle himself in your cervix. 

“Mhmm,” Caleb moaned, leaning over to bite and suck on your shoulder, “'Missed this tight little pussy.” 

“Thought about you all day, baby.” He pulled out all the way, tip almost slipping out– “Yet I come back home to you acting like a little shit.” –and he slammed back in. 

That's all it took for you to come.

“But that's my own fault, isn’t it? I spoil you too much.” Caleb merely continued, like you weren't moaning and sobbing on his cock, pussy throbbing like it was trying to milk him.

“Didn't wanna sleep, did you?” He hummed contemplatively, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I guess I'll just have to fuck you till you pass out then.”

It’s hard not to get distracted when your girlfriend’s muscles are on display. And considering the fact that she’s always showing them? Yeah, you were a goner..

It was almost as if Toph wanted you to see them. Purposefully flexing her biceps, when she knew you were looking.

Drawing you in, so you’d have no choice but to praise her. She loved it!

Toph loves the way you practically drool over her when you think she doesn’t notice. She’s always in tune with you.

She especially loves the way your cheeks heat up under her palms after she calls you out for it.

Now, normally Toph gets lots of attention from other people regarding her strength and attributes. But, there’s something about earning commendation from her girlfriend that’s so.. satisfying. She swears there’s nothing like it.

Watching Toph train like watching your favorite show. Spirits, seeing the sweat trickle down each defined muscle was absolutely divine.

You’d even go as far as the ask her for lessons on form, just to feel her arms wrap around you, guiding you with her strong legs into a perfect stance.

Of course, Toph knew what you were doing. After all, you weren’t being very subtle. You weren’t even an earthbender. Your element was water.

She continued to play oblivious, until she caught you touching yourself to the thought of her. Staying rooted at the door to your shared room and hearing those delicious sounds you made, her bare feet planted firmly into the ground to catch those little twitches in your body.

Your hands.. she could tell they weren’t nearly enough to drive you over the edge, so being the thoughtful girlfriend she was, she finally stepped into the room and gave you what you’d been craving.

———

“Toph—“ you all but screamed into the pillows as your girlfriend pounded into you from behind. Each thrust of her hips urging the silicone tip of the strap deeper into your aching hole, rubbing perfectly against that spot that has your vision going white.

“That’s it”, Toph breathes out, one of her arms coming down to wrap around your neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to cut off one of your moans, and pressing a sloppy kiss to your temple. “This what you wanted?” “Hm? Is it, baby?”

All you could do was moan in response, your brain too fucked-out to form any coherent sentences. One more punishing roll of her hips has your walls clenching tightly, cumming all over the thick shaft with a scream.

She worked you through it, only pulling out when you were whining from the overstimulation and pulling you into those strong, protective arms.

-–—•

The royal banquet was loud. Too loud.

Ministers laughed over overflowing cups of tea, nobles exchanged stories from distant provinces, and musicians filled the palace with melodies Zuko barely heard. His attention had wandered long ago. It rested on you.

You stood among a small circle of guests, smiling politely as one of the younger Fire Nation generals spoke a little too enthusiastically. Whatever story he was telling had earned your laughter, and Zuko watched the man's expression brighten at the sound.

His jaw tightened. It wasn't jealousy…at least, that's what he tried to tell himself. He trusted you completely, it was everyone else he didn't trust. The general leaned closer - not enough to be improper. Just enough.

Zuko's fingers tightened around the porcelain teacup in his hand. Across the room, Sokka noticed immediately. The smirk tugging at his lips was impossible to miss.

Aang followed his gaze before quietly shaking his head, already recognizing the familiar look settling across his friend's face. Without another thought, Zuko excused himself from the ministers surrounding him.

The conversation continued behind him. He didn't hear a word of it. Your smile softened the moment you noticed him approaching. Without hesitation, you stepped away from the gathering. The general paused, watching with poorly hidden disappointment as you drifted toward your husband instead. Zuko stopped beside you.

For a heartbeat, he simply looked at you. Then, as naturally as breathing, he reached for your hand. His thumb brushed absentmindedly across your knuckles before he intertwined your fingers with his. He never looked away from you. The gesture was subtle. Quiet. Yet unmistakably possessive. Not a claim born from distrust. A reminder; she was his.

Your lips curved into the smallest smile, as though you understood exactly what had prompted the sudden affection. Rather than tease him, you gently leaned against his shoulder. The tiny movement unraveled every knot in his chest. The tension disappeared almost instantly. His shoulders relaxed - his grip softened. He was no longer that hotheaded teenager who would quite literally throw someone out the window for having a small glance at you; but gosh he would still very much love to do that.

Across the hall, Sokka failed spectacularly at hiding his laughter. Katara elbowed him before he could say anything, though the smile she wore suggested she found the entire scene just as amusing. Aang simply chuckled into his tea. Classic Zuko. The FireLord remained blissfully unaware - or perhaps...he simply didn't care. His attention was occupied elsewhere. You. As the musicians began another song, you gave his hand a small squeeze.

“No need to throw anyone dear” you softly whisper to your husband.

“No? Well I’d very much like too” he quietly replies while sipping on his tea. Laughter heard from you.

Zuko glanced down at your intertwined fingers before looking back at you. The corners of his mouth lifted into the smile reserved for no one else. Warm. Soft. Entirely unguarded. The banquet continued around you, filled with conversation, politics, and celebration.

Yet Zuko scarcely noticed because in a room crowded with nobles, generals, and ministers, there was only one person he ever found himself searching for; and now that he'd found you... He had no intention of letting go.

-–—•