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৻ꪆ firelord!zuko drabbles — deux (18+, smut w no plot)
a/n ୭˚. ᵎᵎ i like zuko lol hi finger me timbers
“f—fuck..mmhh..i-im sorry!—”
the ever mighty and oh so powerful firelord whimpers out of his mouth, face planted into the silk sheets of his oh so grand bed in his oh so grand private chamber. his ass was propped up, three long fingers pumping in and out of his hole, arms cuffed in metal that was bended by his lovers metalbending prowess.
you were beyond irritated, not admitting it but showing it through how ruthlessly you plunged your fingers in knuckle deep, scissoring his gummy insides before pulling them out and then repeating it over, and over, and over.
zuko moans, tears pricking his eyes at the overstimulation as he tried rutting into the sheets despite his cock being untouched but spent with how may times he’s orgasmed from just your fingers deep inside him. he was a mess, crow discarded onto the floor, hair spilling everywhere, teary and drooling into the silk pillow cover at the delicious pressing on his bundle of nerves by your long fingers. you kept quiet, listening to his sounds as you felt yourself tighten up painfully, as you slapped his plush ass, making him moan out in pain and pleasure as you spank him again.
“count.”
zuko cries out, his lips babbling up to ten, his ass jolting with the last spank, moaning as his skin burned, his skin a bright reddish pink, and you placed a soft kiss onto his skin, and he whimpers, throat hoarse.
in all honesty, the only reason you were annoyed was because of the fact that he silenced you during a council meeting with the other commanders and military generals of the fire nation about a rebellion group in the west forming and demanding payment. you had reasoned to discuss and resolve it with proper negotiation but another general had argued with you saying brute force and a display of power would resolve it efficiently and in one go instead of taking representatives and talking. the argument between you and this fellow general that disagreed had been going on for a straight half an hour with everyone else including the firelord in attendance just observing and quite afraid of how and when this would ever end.
what threw you off, was when the general had said that you were inexperienced and you should refrain from input, the second you opened your mouth, zuko had raised his hand and dismissed everyone.
you were boiling, sparks were emitting from your hands and steam was waving off of you as you refrained from burning the entire room down altogether. everyone in attendance was quick to note this and all of them had left all at once, afraid of your wrath and fury that would cause them all to probably reduce to an entire pile of ash.
the firelord that you were fingering had finally whined, signaling to you that he was cumming for the nth time, and you take out of your fingers from his hole, causing his body to slump fully down into the mattress. he heaved, sighing softly as his lower half lays flat in the pool of cum from his cock that was left untouched. you hum for a second, watching him with your own untouched and rock hard cock, before you pull him into your embrace, and he winced ever so slightly, his spanked skin pressing against your leg.
you kiss him, holding his waist as he leans into you, his hair a mess, lower half sticky with release as he presses into you.
“you still mad with me?” he mumbles into your lips, and you trail kisses down his jaw to his neck, causing him to sigh softly as he gently presses the back of your head deeper.
“..no, but don’t silence me again,” you paused, “..but i’m glad you did,” you admit sheepishly, looking up at him.
zuko huffs out a soft laugh, and you nip his cheek in between your lips softly.
“i’ll make it up to you.. but you are welcome,” he say softly, before his arms wrap around your neck, and your breath catches in your throat as his hips provide friction against your cock, making you huff out a laugh, pulling him into a kiss.
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Down Bad
The small Earth Kingdom village was still recovering from the storm. You and Aang had stopped to help, and the work quickly turned intense under the blazing sun. While Aang used his airbending to move lighter debris and help rebuild rooftops, you handled the heaviest labor — hauling thick wooden beams, carrying supplies, and lifting whatever the villagers needed.
You had taken your shirt off hours ago. Sweat rolled down your chest and back as your biceps and shoulders flexed powerfully with every lift. The way your muscles shifted and bulged under the sunlight was impossible to ignore.And Aang was down bad.He tried to focus on his tasks. He really, really tried.
But every few minutes his eyes would drift back to you. He’d stare at your arms, at the way your back muscles moved when you hoisted another heavy beam, at the sweat glistening on your skin.
His face would flush, his stomach would tighten, and he’d have to force himself to look away, biting his lip hard. Multiple times he nearly lost control of his airbending because his mind kept wandering to how those strong arms had pinned him down before. How good you felt inside him. How much he needed you.
He was completely whipped.
The Avatar, reduced to stealing desperate glances at his own boyfriend like a lovesick fool
.By the time the sun finally set and the grateful villagers gave you a small guest house for the night, Aang was barely holding it together. The second the door closed, he was on you — kissing you hungrily, hands roaming over your still-bare chest, whimpering softly against your mouth.Now the room was filled with the wet sound of skin slapping against skin and Aang’s broken, needy moans.
You had him pinned face-down on the thin mattress, your chest flush against his back as you fucked him with deep, brutal thrusts. One of your thick arms was locked tight around his neck in a firm headlock, your bicep pressed against the side of his throat, holding his head pulled back so you could feel every desperate gasp and whimper vibrate against your skin.
Aang was completely gone.His mind had melted hours ago. Gray eyes unfocused, tongue slightly out as he drooled against your forearm. Every punishing snap of your hips made his smaller body jolt forward. You were so deep inside him it felt like you were reaching his stomach, bottoming out so hard his legs wouldn’t stop shaking.You’d already fucked two loads into him.
The filthy, wet squelch of your cock plunging through your cum echoed loudly with every thrust, forcing it even deeper into his sloppy, wrecked hole. His walls fluttered and clenched desperately around you, oversensitive but still greedily sucking you back in.
“Gonna fill you up again,” you growled against his ear, grinding your cock deep inside him. “Pump you so full you’re swollen with it.”Aang couldn’t speak anymore. Only broken, pathetic whimpers escaped him. His cock was trapped beneath him, twitching and leaking nonstop even though he’d already come untouched twice.
Every time you slammed into that perfect spot, his whole body shuddered violently, hole clenching hard like he was trying to pull you even deeper.You tightened the headlock just a little more, possessive and firm, and started railing him harder, faster. He was exactky where he wanted to be.
Aang’s lithe body was limp and pliant under you, completely yielding, taking everything you gave him like the desperate, whipped boy he was.His blue arrow tattoos began glowing — soft light spreading across his forehead, arms, legs, and down his spine.
The blue flared brighter with every deep thrust.Aang came again with a choked, airy cry, his cock pulsing hard beneath him as he spilled messily onto the sheets.
His walls clamped down violently around you, spasming wildly while all of his tattoos lit up with brilliant blue-white light, glowing intensely as pleasure wrecked him completely.
You kept thrusting through it, chasing your own release, ready to fill him even more.
stopp ur reblog note was so adorable it made my whole day when i saw it in my notes im so happy you liked exitin ᢉ𐭩 don’t mind if i moot u
oh my god it’s an honor?? i literally adore all of your works and you’re so incredibly talented and i’m so so happy to be your moot 🥹
ᣟ𐚁˳ EXITIN - (song by cece natalie)
content ୭˚. ᵎᵎ mdni : m!earthbender!reader, all chars aged (altoa) up (obvi) fingering, oral (giving & rec), p in v, anal, cumplay, slight size kink, finger sucking, nipple play, improper use of metalbending, avatar state, creampies, overstimulation, bulging, squirting, handcuff usage, slightly rough s, pet names, swearing, degradation, praising, multi-positions, biting, spitting, making them cry, slight pussy!drunk m!reader, needy chars + m!reader, & loving aftercare
pairs included ୭˚. ᵎᵎ m!earthbender!reader x zuko, m!earthbender!reader x aang, m!earthbender!reader x sokka, m!earthbender!reader x katara, & m!earthbender!reader x toph.
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a/n ୭˚. ᵎᵎ hi my precious bbys! im FINALLY rolling this out because yes why not, my longest writing piece so far, and because im just feeling freaky rn so, take my long fic that i specially spurted out for you, hope you like it yeow!
ᣟ𐚁˳ KATARA - "so you'll be close to me, really"
“for tui’s sake, when is this idiot coming home,” katara mumbled under her breath, putting in slight aggression as she was cutting up thin slices of kanpachi and salmon, laying them in an ice tray and salting them lightly for them to freeze and then ultimately dry for preservation.
katara had brought you to the southern water tribe to visit her people, to show you her culture.. to show you a piece of her. though at first she was slightly hesitant, heck, she even asked sokka for advice (which made zero progress regardless). she was unsure if you would want to travel all the way south from home with her to the cold freezing temperatures, the surrounding environment from grounding earth and vegetation to snow, ice, and water, knowing you were unused to it. yet, you obliged fully, kissing her hands ever so lovingly as you reassured her that you would be just fine, because she would be there with you. and she felt herself love you even more, if that was even possible.
a set of heavier footsteps echoed outside of the sealskin tent the tribe members had provided you both, since she had informed them, or rather humored them, that an igloo would probably have you freeze to death in your sleep, perhaps. her eyes narrow to the entrance of the tent being lifted with you entering inside, a beaming smile on your face as you came inside to the warmth of the tent, your breaths came out in soft puffs in the air as you heaved a big woven basket inside, filled with sea prunes that your girlfriend had specifically requested so she could prepare one of her favorite childhood dishes for you. the anorak that had been gifted to you by her had been worn by you in this moment, shades of blue fabric with white fluffy polar bear fur trimmed at the edges, embroidery of a more sage green flower design across the coat as a little reminder of the earth, a special accent to represent you. you take off your gloves and set them aside, as katara continues with cleaning and cutting the fish in front of her.
“hi baby, i missed you,” you beamed, walking over to her, holding her wrist and pulling her close, tilting her chin up and placing a chaste kiss on her lips, your lips cold and soft against her sweet and warm ones.
katara leans in despite wanting to give you an earful, her hands had let go of the knife and fish, not touching you but placing her arms over your shoulders. she pulls back a bit, “your lips are too cold, idiot. you’ve been outside for so long, where were you,” she asks, slipping her arms off of you and wiping her hands with a rag, giving you a stern look to which you raise your eyebrows before your hand cups the back of your neck. “well.. the children wanted me to bend with the stones they’d collected.. and then they wanted to decorate my hair, right,” you said, and her eyes narrowed to your hair, glancing at the beads that were woven into your hair, and she couldn’t help but smile and sigh softly.
“im sorry, katara, i really am. i didn’t keep track of time,” you said sheepishly, and she waves a hand, before she leans into you for another kiss.
you kiss her, hands on her waist, her matching parka identical to yours without the green embroidery, soft fabric under your hands. she pulls back enough to still brush her lips against yours, “are you cold, handsome?” she whispers against them, and you couldn’t help but tilt your face to kiss down her jaw, to which you felt her breath hitch softly, her hands moving to the back of your head, gently urging you closer.
“..let me warm you up too, somehow..,” you murmur.
“im glad you’re having fun, my love,” she says sweetly, and you hum, gently sucking the soft skin under her ear. “..too much fun.. mh- without me,” she teases, to which you stop and pull up to look at her, and she continued, keeping her face and gaze soft and almost pitiful, and you couldn’t help but blink before speaking.
“you know that’s not—”
“but it so is,” she says with a soft sigh, looking away from you, and you blink in disbelief this time, before you see the corner of her lip threatening to curve into her signature smile, and you decide to play along, a soft sigh emitting from your own lips before you leap close to her ear, lips brushing against the shell before you whisper, “let me prove it to you otherwise, pretty.”
“w—wait…mmhh.. s-slow down..,” katara whines, hands gripping your shoulders as three long fingers plunge deep inside her soaked pussy, her legs squirming as she fights the tight coil waiting to burst in her lower belly.
you were kissing the soft skin of her neck, her clothes fully discarded, soft brown skin under your lips as warm as the heat from the fire that casted a soft glow over the two of you on the makeshift constructed bed.
“..doing so good for me, katara.. breathe my pretty girl,” you whispered, lips leaving wet kisses anywhere your lips could reach as your thumb rubbed her swollen clit, and she jerked under your touch, nails digging into your skin, leaving small crescent indents in your skin as she felt her climax reach.
“m-mmggh ..c..cu—ngh! im..cuhhmiinnng!,” she moans, her head thrown back as you feel her juices squirt onto you and the sheets. you continued rubbing her clit through her orgasm as she squealed in your hold, your fingers retreating after being inside knuckle deep, rubbing her dripping folds with the warm fingers and the edge of the palm of your hand.
“so, so pretty.. you were waiting f’me, hm?” you say kissing her chest that was heaving, her thighs closing and legs crossing as she puts her hands on your face. “stop it..,”
“you goin’ shy on me now?” you say, smiling against her hand, and she moves her palms to the sides of your face, pulling you down for a kiss.
“..you at least owe me your cock, you know..to prove it to me and all,” she whispers against your lips, and you smile, already pumping your cock with your hand, the flush red tip throbbing ever since you had stripped her bare.
“..you got it, i’ll make you feel all my reasons.. to prove it to you, of course..,” you wink, kissing her sweetly as if you hadn’t just made her violently squirt, your hand parting her legs again, and she sighs against your lips feeling the cool air hit her already soaked and puffy pussy, as you align yourself with her, thrusting into her slowly before bottoming out in one go and falling over her, propped up on your forearms on either side of her.
both of you held your breath for a second, her hands wrapping around your neck, and her legs hooking onto the sides of your waist, urging you as deep as you could possibly be, biting her lip at the feeling.
“..so deeeep,” she says in a moan-like breathy whisper, and you smile, your lips clashing with hers as your rock your hips, the warmth of your bodies and the brushing of her tits bouncing against your chest made you moan into the kiss.
“..f-fuck..squeezin’ me s’tight,” you groaned, adjusting yourself slightly, a hand moving to hook one of her legs onto your shoulder, thrusting into her at a new angle just so you could see that pretty bulge in her stomach, caused by you, of course.
she moaned out your name loudly at the switch of position, gripping the sheets and whatever she could, as you lay her back down minutes after, huffing a laugh as you pressed on the bulge that was now prominent in her lower stomach. she moans, looking up at you with tears glossing her eyes, tits bouncing, and even her hair loopies were now astray with the rest of her usually neatly tied hair. you leaned down, kissing her sweet lips, and she moaned into yours, tears sliding down her skin that seemed as if it was glowing to you.
“pretty..s’pretty katara..f-fuck..gna cum..,” you pant out, your thrusts getting sloppy with each rock of your hips, and you felt her get close, earning a moan in response.
you dipped your head to her chest, your tongue swirling around her nipple, taking it into your mouth as her hand lazily came to rest behind your head, pressing your mouth closer, causing you to moan around it as you suck and slightly dig your teeth into the sensitive skin as the both of you release with a loud moan, a kind of melody that echoed inside the tent, as she wraps her limbs around you, and you move to kiss her face tenderly, lazily rocking your hips into her, riding out your high and hers, your cum pumping into her with hot thick spurts as a creamy white ring takes its place at the base of your cock when you pull out of her.
she sighs at the loss of you deep inside her. you breathe heavily, kissing her tears off her face, then kiss her lips softly, nuzzling your nose into her cheek. “did s’good.. so, so good,” you mumbled, and she hums, her hands tangled in your hair now, kissing your forehead, as she smiles at you warmly.
“..so did i prove it?” you beam at her despite this state.
her smile turns into a sly grin, eyes narrowing. “..wellll,” she trails off, and she glances back to you, seeing you lips pout softly, eyes pleading with her.
“..you big..beefy..okay! okay..you proved it.. really well..,” she huffs, giving in and kissing your face as you huff a soft hearty laugh, and she can’t help but smile.
“im glad then, my pretty girl.”
“stop that..”
“..so pretty.. all mine, my strong girl.” you hum, kissing her cheek repeatedly and she can’t help but giggle softly, hugging you close as you encase your much larger arms around her and her hands trace over the wooden beads woven into your hair by the children as you had described earlier. you nuzzled into the warmth of her neck, covering her as if you were her blanket.
“..baby?” you ask after a few seconds.
“mm?”
“..could you.. y’know.. like use your waterbending to.. clean us up? ..cus y’know how it’s liquid right—”
“absolutely not!”
ᣟ𐚁˳ AANG - "to hear me all day, it gets you higher"
“i wanna suck your cock.”
you almost spit the water that was currently in your mouth, coughing slightly as you wipe your lips with the back of your hand. you look up at aang in disbelief. the both of you were sweaty and heaving after a training session with earthbending, the sage green tunic you wore was unbuttoned, your toned body and abs shone in the light of the sun that casted itself through the cracks between the trees.
“..what.. matter of fact where is this comin’ from?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you flicked your wrist and conveniently a stone rose through the soft grassy ground, and you sat atop of it, hands planted behind you as you manspread with your legs, head tilted and looking at him.
the avatar looks at you with his soft doe eyes, the pretty grey color reflecting his inner turmoil of lust and love for you.
“..just wanna thank you, will you let me?” he asks, moving closer and kneeling between the gap of your legs and you raise a hand into your hair, scratching in thought as you sigh.
“yeah.. who am i to deny that,” you give a sly but cheeky smile, before using a hand to slide off your pants and boxers in one fluid motion, aang aided you in sliding them off your legs completely, taking off your soft leather shoes, leaving your lower half bare as he takes in your long girth, the tip flushed a pretty deep red, practically salivating as he leans forward, his tongue darting out to lick the tip.
“..don’t tease.. aang..,” you huff, a hand guiding his head deeper, and he complies, looking up at you as he takes more of your length, slowly bobbing up and down, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks and pulls out low moans from you.
you tilt your head back, a hand still on the base of his head, ragged breaths leaving your mouth as you felt yourself slipping, and you sit up, earning a look from aang, before you practically shove yourself down his throat, a low groan as you release your thick hot seed down his throat.
the avatar chokes slightly at the sudden sensation, but he grips your thighs, promising a bruise afterward as he accommodates, swallowing each drop before pulling off with a wet pop.
your breathing evens along with his, and he looks up at you with glossy eyes. “did..did i do good?” he asks, and you pull him up, practically stripping away his trousers and whatever clothing you saw before you pull him onto your lap, and you hastily slam your lips into his.
aang let himself be pulled by you, his warm palms on your face as yours rest low on his hips, rubbing idle circles with your thumbs as you raise his hips, before guiding him onto your length, lowering him down inch by inch as he moans into your mouth, his hole flutters around your length as his ass met your thighs, you buried inside him til the hilt, you cross your legs, and he wraps his legs around you, the lotus position not something foreign to the two of you.
“.. ‘m gunna move.. yeah?” you huff, and you earn a shaky breath from aang as you thrust up into him, and he meets your pace, riding you in your lap as you wrapped your arms around him, hitting his sensitive bundle of nerves every time you moved your hips, earning loud cries from aang. you kiss his skin softly, biting down onto his skin and soothing the slight sting with your warm tongue, and you enjoy each pretty sound that came out of his mouth.
his untouched cock was dripping with precum in between the two of you, rubbing up against both of your torsos as it flushes a dark red, awaiting to burst as he moans, hands gripping your hair as his pretty blue tattoos begin to glow a soft hue of light blue, and you smile into his skin, soft grunts as you chase your own release. a soft breeze began to whirl around the two of you, the stream beside you two began to gush a bit louder than before as he moaned, his eyes and markings flickering a soft blue, and you thrusted up in another harsh jolt before you hold him close, thick hot spurts filling him full as he cries, body tensing and hole clenching around you as his release paints your stomachs a creamy white.
you both stay there for a second, ragged breaths from both of your mouths as you pull back to look at him, face painting with tears as you kiss the salty pearls away, before slipping the two of you off the rock, laying him in the grass with you on top of him, still buried deep inside.
“..look at me, aang,” you coo softly, leaning down to lick his cum off his stomach before you see him looking at you with his adorable big eyes, and you kiss him, swirling his cum into his mouth with your tongue, and the two of you moan softly at the taste, you pull back, a string of saliva connecting the two of you together as you hook his legs over your shoulders, and he whimpers softly, and you feel your cock twitch inside him. you start rocking again, this time with no warning, with a new rush and painfully pleasurable speed as aang cries out loudly, hands wrapped behind your neck and pulling you down, kissing you despite the overstimulation overwhelming all of his senses.
“..i.. c—can’t..,” he says with a breathy whimper that almost made you burst inside him again, and you kiss the corner of his lips, abusing his bundle of nerves with the tip of your cock, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the peaceful surrounding of the forest.
“you can..jus’ a bit more f’me..,” you huff out, panting softly as you see his tattoos flicker again, and he pulls you down into a kiss again, all tongue and teeth, as you feel him cum again between your stomachs, the same warm liquid painting the two of you as you kept going, sloppy thrusts shoving deep inside him as you come soon after, hips stuttering as you fill him for the second time, and he whimpers, his hole clenching onto you desperately.
“..fuck..aang, doing s’good my baby..,” you pant out, resting your forehead against his, and he hums, too overwhelmed to say anything in the moment as you sit up, lowering his legs off of your shoulders, as you pull out with a wet pop, cum dripping out in white pearls from his gaping, stretched pink hole.
“..mmh..cmere,” he says quietly, and you hum, leaning beside him, before easily picking the fucked out avatar in your arms, setting him down in the now settled down stream, the water settled into a small pool, and you dip into it with him, kissing his skin, leaving soft lovebites and marks in your lips wake, kissing his pretty pink nipples, earning soft whimpers from his lips as he cups his hands around you, making you look at him.
“i love you..s’much..,” he says almost shyly, and you wrap your arms around him, your arms wrapping around him securely as you rub his lower back soothingly, nuzzling into his neck.
“i love you even more, aang.”
the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, bodies together, soft animal noises drowning out in the background as the soft breeze soothes both of you, the water ripples softly kissing your skin.
“..you’re still hard?”
“we can hold off on that.”
ᣟ𐚁˳ TOPH - "what that is you're feeling (oh) i want you to do it to me"
“the new earthbender diplomat is just so handsome.”
“his laugh is better than my fiancé’s!”
“have you seen his smile, or his muscles, oh stars don’t even get me started on his—”
toph had had enough, physically, mentally, everything-ally. hearing all these earth kingdom women fawning over her boyfriend, her lover, her muscle man.
she grinned to herself, thinking how they’d never have a chance, before her gaze shifts, sensing your footsteps from miles away due to her sharp senses. not long after, you were very close by, and she didn’t need to confirm it either. she turns around just as she hears many women and girls squealing, and that was enough to know that you had gracefully granted them with your oh so handsome presence.
she heard your soft laugh that made even her stubborn and nonchalant self smile, and seconds later she feels your presence loom over her, hearing whispers from others nearby.
“hey, ready to go?” you said, a hand coming up to cup the side of her cheek, and in that moment toph brings her own hand to grip your collar, softly smashing her lips into yours, and your eyes in turn widen, yet you move your hand to her waist, pulling her in.
the two of you shared a few kisses before you took her hand and walked away from the middle of the town, and toph turns to stick her tongue out, imagining the stupid ghostly looks on the women’s faces at the spectacle that just took place.
you two had arrived at the place the people higher than you had arranged for you, and you hum a soft tune while she plops down on the bed.
“well aren’t you famous everywhere you go, clover.”
you raise an eyebrow as you were discarding the green and gold embroidered tunic you wore, eyes not glancing at her but enough to know she had a blank expression. you felt the sun on your smooth but battle scarred skin, breathing deeply as you stretched, and then walked over to the bed and plopping down on the soft sheets beside her, before propping yourself up on your arm, a hand on her stomach, rubbing idle circles through the fabric of her clothing.
“talk to me, pebble,” you say, knowing something got her to say that since usually she would be jabbing some snarky remarks that would make you both laugh, but surprisingly she didn’t. “someone say somethin’?”
she sighs dramatically, blinking as she rolled into you, face planting in your chest, placing soft kisses on the scars and marks you had there, and you don’t say anything. instead, your hand cradles the back of her head, slipping off the band she wore, massaging her scalp gently.
“some dunderhead rotten flower girls were slobbering all over ya, heck the entire place was,” she says.
you raised an eyebrow, before smiling to yourself.
“jealous?”
she looks up as if she could see your smile, making a flabbergasted face as you laugh.
“i’d rather die!
“for yangchen’s sake, toph.. im joking,” you laugh, sighing as you shake your head. “im all yours, yeah?” you say, earning a soft blush from her as she just suddenly gets on top of you and immediately her lips find yours and hook on you like a vice. you hum into her lips, hands on her ass, kneading the soft skin, before you both pull back, her forehead on yours and soft ragged breaths mixing with yours.
“..can..”
you kiss her cheeks, finding how adorable it was seeing her on you like this but so deep in thought, a soft crease in between her eyebrows as she attempted to suck in her embarrassed pride to admit what she truly wanted. you pat her ass softly, kissing the corner of her lips.
“ride me, toph, it’ll help you speak your thoughts,” you hummed, earning a sassy huff from her as she sat up, straddling your bare chest, hands planted on your chest, before your palms find the sides of her already loose clothing, helping her slip out of it, and she sighs at the soft breeze hitting her body, your hands greedily roaming, massaging her breasts, before you grab her hips and hover her over your waist, her hands grabbing the hearboard with a surprised soft yelp.
“w..what are you doing, idi-oh..,” she moans out softly, feeling your mouth latch onto her thin panty covered pussy, already wet and dripping for you, something she’d never admit, of course.
you licked over the thin fabric, before your hands easily tear the undergarments, a loud rip before tossing them aside like rags, and you seat her on your face, slurping and eating away like a starved dog in heat.
she whimpers and moans above you, thighs clamping around your head, rocking her hips into your face, your nose rubbing against her swollen clit which she then started to lightly bounce on, causing you to groan into her, tongue sliding in and out of her, practically sounding like you were making out with her pussy and not toph herself.
you reach a hand up onto her breast, a warm palm squeezing as she covers your hand with hers on her breast, moaning as she jerks. you knew so well, that she’s about to break loose. not even seconds later, your mouth overflows with juices, as she basically cries out, gushing her juices all into your mouth, and her body spasms, arms holding onto the headboard for dear life, as you suck and slurp anything and everything that she had in that pussy before lifting her off your face, giving her pussy another big kiss.
“good job, pretty.. tastes s’good,” you say huskily, your face and chin dripping and soaked with her slick and juices as she slumps onto you, a smile on your face as you wrap an arm around her and using the other to wipe your face, licking it clean shortly after.
“..you tumblebum.. im gonn— ngh! w—what are y—,” she squeals, nails digging into your chest as you slide your cock inside her, the insane stretch she felt made her arch against your chest as you grin, watching her face contort with pleasure, gasping softly.
“s’cute f’me,” you say with a soft huff, her pussy squelching as you lift her ass and then drop her with a loud plap! of her ass hitting onto your thighs, buried inside her to the hilt.
“..f-fuck..mnnghhuuh..y-yes!” she moans out, as she sits up on you a bit, and you thrust up into her, her tits jiggling with each push and pull, your hands holding her hips, while one hand goes to her stomach. you felt the huge bulge of your cock inside her soft stomach, biting your lip as you pressed down, and she whimpered, moaning your name like a mantra at this rate.
you keep thrusting relentlessly, before her lips meet yours and you slow momentarily, a hand in her hair.
“mmh? .. sumthin’ wrong?” you hum against her lips as she huffs against you.
“w-wanna.. blindfold ya.. you’re annoying..nngh..,” she says, your cock rubbing inside her with every small movement. you blink, taking in her information before you hum.
“alright, baby, but let’s make a deal.”
a short silence, which meant she was listening, her eyes fluttering softly.
“..lemme cuff your hands.”
“no way in hell.”
ᣟ𐚁˳ SOKKA - "to hear me all day, it gets you higher i do it your way, you do it my way"
holy fuck you just wanted to sleep.
after a long day of diplomatic matters and meetings from delegates from the other nations, you were truly exhausted, hungry, and most of all, you just wanted to see your boyfriend, sokka.
you reach the handle of the door to the luxurious house you had bought for the two of you with an attached workshop just for sokka and his neverending and countless .. needless to say unique inventions.
you open the handle and head inside, clicking the door closed behind you, calling out his name and to your surprise, no response. you raised a brow, glancing at the lights being closed around the house — he was in his workshop.
you hum, sighing softly to yourself before you turn into a hall on your right and go through the door separating the house and the workshop, lights blaring as you peek and see sokka sitting on the chair facing his work table, sketching with a pencil and his ears covered with protective gear, probably from working earlier.
you smile, moving behind him, and he didn’t move an inch, and then you bend in half slightly, your head moving towards him as your lips meet his cheek, and he shrieks as if he got stabbed by someone, to which he falls out of his chair and your eyes widen before laughing.
“you scared me!” he says, taking the gear off his ears as he points at you with an accusing finger before he lowers it and then throws himself onto you, arms latched around your neck and lips smashing into yours.
you hold his waist, lips meeting his eagerly after the day you had. you pull back softly, a hand moving behind his head as you loosen the hand holding his hair up.
“sorry for scaring you, baby. missed you, didn’t wanna interrupt you either,” you say, and he smiles so cutely you wanted to bite him.
“aww, well i missed you too! how’d your day go!” he says cheerfully, and your smile falters slightly. your day was .. boring. monotone. work filled and grey almost.
“fine,” you say plainly, and he raises a brow, knowing you, he knew it wasn’t.
“i know that look, the ‘it wasn’t fine it was so boring but im gonna tell you it was so you don’t worry’ look,” and you laugh at the long name, kissing his cheek.
“really .. it’s fine, s’long as i’m back and have you in my arms, i could care less,” you say, and he glances at you with a raised eyebrow before his fingers toy with your braided hair.
“..want a release?” he says, a sly look in his eyes as he looks at you, and you felt a heat rise up your neck through your tunic.
“you have an idea for me?”
“mayyyybe.”
and that was how you found yourself staring at your boyfriend laying on the large work table in the middle of the shop, atop the papers of drawings and blueprints, and you looked at him, and he looked at you, smiling.
“bind me, pretty boy.”
your cheeks tinge a soft hue of crimson at his bluntness.
“are you.. sure about this?” you ask with a bit of uncertainty.
“of course i am.” he says, “i’ve wanted this for a while, think of it as a craving.”
and you deadpan, nodding your head with a smile as you wave your hand, a small bolt being manipulated to your will as it splits in two and whips around sokkas wrists, binding them to the table. he couldn’t help but find it sexy, seeing you above him, tall and muscular in all your jacked glory.
“..tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” you say, unbuckling your belt that held the lower garments you wore together, a bundle of earthy greens and sage fabric pooling on the ground around your leather and metal buckled shoes, as you freed your hard lengthy cock, prominent veins lined the sides and the tip flushed a pretty cherry red, and sokka felt himself harden at the sight, drool pooling in his mouth as you pumped yourself twice, before tapping the leaking tip against his lips, before he takes you in his warm mouth, and you push deeper, glancing down as you bit your lip, groaning as you saw the outline of your cock go down his neck, and you felt him gag around it before sucking, his velvety throat walls hugging snug around you so nicely you could cum.
“fuuuhck..sokka..” you moan in a breathy whisper, moving your his slowly, your hand on his throat, beautiful warm skin stretching, and your hand jerked gently, throatfucking him with your hand, and you threw your head back, moans spilling from your lips as the man beneath you opened his legs slightly on the table.
you notice, your hand releasing his neck as you reach down to hastily pull down his undergarments.
“s—so-fuck..sokka..lift your hips f’me, baby..,” you huff out, your hips rocking as he lifts his hips, and you eye a chunk of metal in the corner, raising your palm and manipulating it to move under his hips, hooking his lower body over it so you met his cock to your lips easily, unclothing and pulling it out as you eagerly took it into your mouth sucking, tasting the already leaking pre cum and feeling the veins on the underside of his cock as your tongue ran over it, and you felt him moan around you, and you sucked with full force, moaning and drooling around him, and he jerked his hips into your mouth, his nose brushing against your heavy balls, as he felt you twitch deep in his throat.
your hips twitch, and with a deep thrust into his mouth you come undone. and with you, sokkas eyes roll back as he cums in your mouth as he swallows your seed and you do the same to him, your hand around his base as you help him ride it out.
you slip his cock out of your mouth, letting it drop against his stomach as saliva strings connect your lips to it, before you step back and slide your cock out of his throat, looking down at him, face fucked, hair messy, chest heaving, as you lean down and kiss him, and he moans softly into your mouth.
you pull back, looking down at him, before you get interrupted by your trance,
“..i’d love to ogle at you too, pretty boy.. but can you un-metalbend my hips and wrists,” he says softly, and laughs as you erupt a bright red in embarrassment as you flick your wrists, the metal bands and hunk of metal to hold his hips up fall to the floor and hitting the sides of the wall, as his hips fall into your palms as you put him down, as he sits up.
“your hips okay?” you say, the heat on your face persisting as sokkas hands cup your cheeks, laughing.
“just fine, in fact,” he says, pulling you down into a kiss, and you lean into it, hands planting onto the table on either side of him.
and suddenly, you hear your own stomach grumble, and the two of you break the kiss, pausing before both of you burst out laughing, foreheads joint together.
“lemme make you dinner, pretty boy.”
you smile, kissing his cheek, “i love you, sokka.”
“i love you more, rumble in my tumble,” he says, and you bit his cheek softly with your lips, and he laughs even more, hugging you close.
ᣟ𐚁˳ ZUKO - "to lay beside me, you earn it and i'm in love with that vision"
“i thought i’d find you in here,” you heard, glancing up from the papers and seeing your boyfriend, the ever so glorious fire lord zuko, gracing your presence at this hour of the night.
“..you should be asleep,” you mumbled, drowning in endless amounts of scrolls discussing trade routes and peace agreements and multiple accounts of accidents and incidents that need to be investigated.
zuko moves around the table and moves to sit on your lap, and you place the scroll down, hands securely holding his waist, feeling his hips through the thin red silk night robe he was wearing, hair tied loosely, he looked beautiful.
“it really looks like you’re the fire lord, hm?” he attempts to humor you, and you huff a soft laugh, kissing his shoulder, then the soft skin of his neck, warm skin to cold lips.
“i wouldn’t mind if it meant you could sleep peacefully every night,” you say, and zuko felt his heart swell at the considerate words that left your lips, turning to catch your lips with his, his warm tongue slipping into your mouth with practiced ease, and you hum, a palm placed on his back, before parting softly.
“cmere,” you say softly, sitting him on your lap properly, and you felt him purposefully press into your crotch, pressing against the growing bulge that was evident. “..need you, zuko.”
he felt a heat rush up to his ears, “then have me.. i won’t dare to stop you,” he whispers, feeling your hands slipping under his loose robes, feeling every part of his body, as he leaned back against you, as your hand met the base of his cock, wrapping around it.
he gasps softly as you moved your hand slowly up and down, and his hands grasp onto you, his head leaning back slightly. you moved your hand faster, kissing and sucking on his neck, leaving small bites in your wake, your other hands stimulating his pretty pink nipples, and he moans softly, his whimpers were as sweet as honey to your ears after the amount of work you had done and had been drowning in today.
“..g-gonna..mnngh..” he moaned out, whimpering as he gripped your hand that was jerking him off, and he curled his toes as cum spurts out of his tip, a creamy white covering your hands as you let him jerk into your hand to ride his high out.
you turn his face so you can kiss him, before you bringer two of your fingers to his lips, and he takes them into his mouth without you telling him to, sucking on them as you pull them out of his mouth with a wet pop! and then reaching down to his hole, rubbing the rim before slipping both fingers in, making him squirm in your lap as he moans, clenching around them.
“..you prepped yourself?” you say with slight amusement, your fingers easily finding his soft bundle of nerves, pressing down as he throws his head back and moans.
“..y-ngh! haah..m-mhmm.. i’ve..i—haah..wanted you so b-badly..” he says, and you felt your cock twitch in your robes, pulling your fingers out and easily freeing your cock from between your robes.
“..hips up, zu.. i’ll please my lord with what he desires,” you say softly into his ears, and he complies, lifting his hips as you guided his hole over your long and leaking girth, before you lower him down by his hips slowly, and he moans, you grunting beneath him as he fully sheathed you inside him.
“f-fuck..zuko..” you sighed out, holding him there for a second, a hand on his stomach, before you held his cock, and zuko whimpered,
“w—wait..mmghh! i-i..can’t! s’too much—!” he moans out, his hands gripping your arms as you thrusted up from beneath him as your hand jerked his already spent cock, and he threw his head back, bouncing on your cock eagerly.
“you can..you wanted it..” you said, biting into his shoulder earning another low moan from zuko, “y-you asked for it.. when..haah— you came in with.. this slutty robe.. displaying yourself f’me..asking me to fuck the shit outta you..”
he moans at your words, babbling your name with each bounce and stroke of your hand on his cock, “doing s’good.. taking my fat cock..f—fuck,” you groaned, and he in turn came into your hand, hot white creamy ropes shooting over your hand and the edge of the redwood desk.
you felt tears drop on your arm as you kept stroking him, and the overstimulation had zuko seeing hot white bolts of pleasure, even after he came twice. you grunted as you slapped into him, before turning him around in your lap, having him straddle you on the cushioned chair, holding his hips and helping him bounce. his arms wrapped around your neck, hooking onto you helplessly, moaning and tears dripping, and you leaned into him and licked it off his face, kissing him, all tongue and teeth.
“..zu, spit in my mouth, pretty,” you whisper, opening your mouth as the fucked out fire lord on top of your fat cock spit into your mouth, even with you splitting his insides open.
you swallowed in a filthy manner, grinning as you kissed him again, swallowing his moan as you slapped upward into his sweet spot once more before bursting inside, thick hot ropes of cum filling his insides while creating a creamy white ring around the base of your cock.
the office smelled like sex and heat altogether, as he felt you still pumping him full, heavy breaths was all you both heard from each other, as he placed his palm down by the base of your cock, heating his palm purposely as you moan out, spurting some more unintentionally, making him grin despite his fully fucked our state.
you hold him close, kissing him all over, hand in his long silky hair as he leaned into you.
“..think i’ll.. go to bed with you,” you whispered, and he smiled, closing his eyes against you, whispering a sweet i love you which you returned with your own, as you carried yourself and the fucked out fire lord in your arms out of the office, to your private chamber across the office, closing the door with your leg.
you laid him atop the silk sheets, the soft breeze from the windows relaxing and creating a new atmosphere from the heated sex filled one in your office. you clean him carefully, kissing down his legs and practically everywhere you could, earning soft gasps and adorable noises from the ‘terrifying’ fire lord, and you climbed atop him, pulling the sheets over you both as you hugged him close.
“..you’re beautiful, zu.” you whispered, playing with his hair gently, running your fingers through it with adoration, and he kissed you softly, nuzzling into you.
“if i could have your children, i would,” he mumbled, and you paused.
“was that.. a joke?”
“no, not at all, actually,” he says, and you huffed a soft laugh, kissing him softly.
“you’re outrageous.”
“and you do love me, yes?”
“so much that it hurts.”
“then it’s fine that im 'outragous' if you love me, that's all that matters.”
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holy fucking shit holy fuckig shit this is my roman empire i will be rereading this every day of the week for the rest of my life

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━━━ UNPROFESSIONAL BEHAVIOR.
𝓲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 ♰ satoru’s been obsessed with you for years, but when another model tries to steal your attention, he finally decides to make you his.
✿ ◞◟) gojo satoru 𝓍 male!reader
𝓬𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 18+ [ MDNI! ], explicit sexual content, obsessive behavior, makeup artist!male reader, model!satoru, one-sided pining (not for long), handjob, blowjob, multiple orgasms, cum eating, jealous & possessive!satoru, heavy overstimulation, softdom!satoru, creampie, body worship, praise + dirty talk, semi-public sex, marking / biting, big dick!satoru, power play, satoru is really freaky, unprotected sex (p in a), lots of kisses everywhere, yearning, orgasm control / edging, aftercare.
you don't notice the way satoru looks at you.
that's the thing; that's always been the thing. you, with your steady hands and your calm, focused expression, never once look up from your work long enough to catch the sheer, undiluted want burning in gojo satoru's eyes. you've been his makeup artist since the very beginning, back when he was just a lanky, too-pretty teenager with a dream and a portfolio full of half-blurry polaroids, back when his name didn't open doors and his face wasn't plastered on every other billboard in tokyo.
you remember those days; you remember the cramped shared studio apartments and the hustle, the frantic panic before castings, the way satoru would sometimes fall asleep in your chair after a fourteen-hour shoot and you'd let him, because he was just a kid, really, and you've always had a soft spot for him. you remember thinking satoru had something special, something that would carry him far.
and it did. god, it did.
now, gojo satoru is a household name — he is the highest-paid male model in asia, the face of three major luxury brands, a man whose cheekbones could cut glass and whose smile could sell ice to an eskimo. but satoru is still the same person underneath all the designer clothes and the flashing cameras. at least, that's what you tell yourself; he's still the same person who sends you ridiculous memes at three in the morning and who always, always sneaks you expensive snacks from the craft services table. satoru is still your friend.
satoru is still your very good, very famous, very straight (you assume) friend.
ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝“You’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?”
content warning: 18+, nsfw, sub!male, dom!fem, cock tease, degradation&praise, sex toys, cock ring, sounding rod, orgasm delay&denial, blowjobs, pet names, overstimulation, whimpering, crying. Minor proofread
“Hm, did you just say fuck you already?”
“How demanding.”
You watch him buck beneath you as you mock him. He’s pent up and eager to cum anywhere, and probably everywhere. A steady orgasm builds in the base of his spine, at the tip of his cock, because of the pure torture it is to be at your whims.
“Y—Yes—pleaseplease!” He babbles all brokenly. You smirk, while seated between his trembling thighs. Eyes glimmering as you stare up at your perfect boyfriend with this new found light in your eyes. He’s so cute like this, begging and trembling.
Obedient.
Attached to the sensitive underside of his cock is the new toy you got for him and him alone, a vibrating cock ring—or in your words when you introduced it to him “a cute little cock ring!” He knew exactly what he was getting himself into the second he’d agreed, all he has to do now is reap the consequences.
so many fics about childhood best friend jason where the reader seeks him out after he comes back but what about him being the down bad idiot in love wanting his best friend (cough love of his kife cough). him appearing at m!reader’s place in the rain, soaked to the bone with the most miserable puppy dog eyes, a love confession on the tip of his tongue as he sees that reader has somehow gotten even more beautiful since the last time he saw him
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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒
jason todd x m reader
𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ! ── instead of the basic story where you chase jason after he resurrects, he does the chasing. consequently, he shows up at your house—more desperate than ever.
"Hey, kyle, how big is your dick?" Gaz chokes on his tea when you say it, takes a moment to cough through the fit before staring at you.
"Bruv. You cannot ask people that out of nowhere!" He hisses, though you just raise a brow and take another bite of your cereal.
"so it's small, then? Didn't look like it when your lieutenant dropped by and you only wore those sweatpants—" you dodge the pillow thrown in your direction, barely keeping the milk from spilling over the side of bowl. "What? Im serious!"
"We agreed not to talk about that! ....it's...decent. why?" He rinses out the mug before placing it in the dishwasher, scrunching his nose at your seat on the counter but not saying anything. It's a fight he won't win.
"Ever try frotting?" Your cereal has gone soggy by now, so you scoop up as much as you can and shove it into your mouth and delight in the way gaz double-takes "Buddy of mine says it's good. Wanted to try it."
For a solid minute, gaz just looks at you, trying to decide if you're serious or not. You're not...inexperienced in general, but kyle knows you've never done anything with a cock. Finally he snorts "yeah, okay. C'mon, my room."
Which is how you end up whining, hands fisting into kyles sheets while he holds your dick against his. Christ's, it's good. Just like you thought, his dick is bigger than yours, makes your mind go hazy when you look down so see the wet slide between his hand.
"Fuck– mhh— hold still—" kyle groans, falling forward to press his forearm right above your head. His face is so close you could kiss him, every rough exhale hot against your skin. "That's it, there you go, baby."
You can feel your own orgasm approaching, hips jerking up into Kyle's first despite your best efforts "fuck— kyle please– I need– i–"
With a moan his lips connect with your, cock jerking and warm cum hitting your stomach. You're not far behind, moreso moaning into his mouth than attempting to kiss. He jerks you both off, mixing cum with lube in a slow slide.
Finally, just before you hiss at him about overstimulation, gaz is pulling away. He grins, slow and self-satisfied at your expression "so? Everything you dreamed of?"
"Holy shit, kyle." You huff, stare at the ceiling. "...again? Like. Right now?"
Kyle only gets a half-word out before you're flipping him over with a playful grunt. You've just discovered your favorite thing.
︵ ೀ Ruin Me in the Dark smut smut smut. MDNI 18+ Male! Reader x FTM! Zuko x Sokka
The air in the Fire Nation palace is always thick with the scent of charcoal and spice, but in the secluded wing of the Fire Lord’s private quarters, the atmosphere has curdled into something far more primitive. The sliding shoji doors are slightly askew, a sliver of the hallway’s dim light cutting through the incense-heavy darkness of the room. Outside, Sokka had been making his way to the kitchens for a late-night snack, his footsteps light on the polished wood, until a sound caught his ear—a sound so raw and visceral it made his blood turn to ice and then instantly to fire. It wasn't the sound of an assassin or a conspiracy; it was the rhythmic, wet thwack of skin meeting skin, punctuated by a voice he recognized as the Fire Lord’s, though it was stripped of every ounce of royal authority.

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Male (dom) reader, frotting, spit as lube (it’s already wet), lwk mean n dirty reader, slight (self) cum swallowing n overstim, hickeys n kisses, mentions of erectile dysfunction (ed), just two bros watching it together, started as a joke fic…, ur gon have to imagine his accent
FUCK A WINGMAN, I COULD USE A SPOKESMAN, OH SHIT, WAIT A SECOND, YEAH I MIGHT BE THE GUY! a little, bad luck brigade
Johnny doesn’t believe you haven’t jerked off in more than four months, and ‘don’t really care for it’ is an answer he won’t accept.
To be fair, there was a month you genuinely thought you had erectile dysfunction, but luckily had morning wood a few days later. You were so relieved all you did was take a shower and continue building a lego set from the night before.
Hiiii, could you write a scenario where Zuko is fulfilling some royal duty, then the reader arrives and his attitude softens, completely contrary to how serious he was before? Basically, a scenario with a gap moe.
(Sorry if it wasn't clear, English isn't my first language)
the meeting hall is wide and long, suited to fit up to 600 people plus an army. only about 20 or so people stand by the feet of the stairs, standing in perfect order, backs straight and breaths stiff.
he didn't tell you what the meeting was supposed to be about, but you could tell he didn't want to go from the way you had to threaten him out of bed an hour ago.
even so, most mornings are like that, waking with zuko clinging to your back like a koalaotter. he tries his hardest to convince you to let him stay in bed, as if he's not the one who quite literally controls the entire nation.
you usually don't attend the meetings, but zuko had forgotten a bundle of scrolls that were apparently integral to the meeting. when you enter the hall, it's loud and echoey, courtesy of the pure grandeur of the chamber. zuko doesn't see you— and he's irritated. he doesn't say it; he never says it, but he's the fire lord, and most people can tell when he's about to blow a fuse.
you walk towards the center where the group of people are, and you can see over a few people to the center where zuko seems to be rummaging through a chest of scrolls.
"zuko?"
the hall goes silent. the whole hall turns toward you, and it's more than unpleasant and uncomfortable to have that many eyes on you at once. you have no idea how he does this on a regular basis. you watch zuko's head raise, and you don't miss how every muscle in his body goes slack at your presence, his frustration cracking into a wide, sincere smile.
"my love. why are you here?" he begins to stand, descending the stairs in your direction. his advisors part in a path for him, and you raise tha bag of scrolls in your arms.
"are you looking for these?" you smile softly, tilting your head inquisitively at him. he sighs, gently taking the bag from you.
"yes, this is exactly what i was looking for. thank you, darling," he exhales, holding the bag in one arm and taking your hand in his other. he leads you up the stairs, and suddenly you're aware of how awkward it is to be up here with all these people looking at just you. he turns to you halfway up the stairs, noticing your expression. "can you stay? do you— sorry. i should have asked before."
"i... i was going to help iroh with preparations for—"
"please?"
and somehow, even though you could absolutely say no to the fire lord and get away with it, he's very convincing.
sorry... i lowkey forgot i had these requests... but! i love love love gap moe it's one of my favorite tropes ever of all time... also it’s like midnight and my brain is barely functioning so sorry if it’s not amazing 😓😓 thank you for this req anon i love getting asks so so much <33
Zuko waxplay.... ohhh zuko waxplay... him shakily lighting the candle just for it to drip down onto his skin...... he used to think heat never bothered him but THAT heat is perfect
you raise the candle a few inches over his chest, holding it out to him expectantly. he's burning. his body heat is naturally very high; and he always boasts that nothing is ever hot enough for him, but he's not complaining now. during summers, he layers robes upon robes; both you and his tailor always side eye him for it, but he always waves you both off dismissively.
"come, my lord. you can do it," you coo into his ear. he raises two fingers to the wick, tremors running through his bones.
sparks burst at the tips of his fingers, the embers jumping in between his fingers and the wick. the blaze latches to the taper, erupting into a small flame at the end of the wax. it burns fast and hot, the wax liquifying and dropping in beady drops across his skin, spattered like freckles along the curves of muscle.
his body jerks at the burn. he's never felt like this before— he's had a complicated relationship with fire, but never has it given him this kind of euphoric pleasure, bright and fervid. it sets something in him alight, a kind of sexual bliss that he's never felt before.
the wax drips down his body, trailing down his abdomen and dipping into his navel. it trickles along his happy trail, sliding over his hipbones and sliding between his pubic hairs. the wax continues to dribble in rivulets down the candle and onto his skin, forcing small twitches from individual muscles under his skin.
his hand moves fast, clutching your shoulder. he presses against you, pushing you but without the intent of moving away from you. he cries your name; his head jerking back against the headboard, knocking against the dark wood.
convulsions wrack his form, his hand falling from your shoulder and gripping your bicep, the other hand curled into a fist and pressed up against your pec. cum drools from his cock, his slit seeping white rivulets of seed onto your chest, streaming down your own body to where your cock sits deep inside him.
you lean forward, blowing out the candle and setting it aside. your hand comes to his face, brushing sweat from his temple. "overheating yet, my lord? i haven't even moved yet," you goad, pressing into him ever so slightly, and his hands push against both your pecs.
"don't," he whines, high and loud. it's a stark contrast to what he's like during the day— all-mighty and powerful fire lord, but all he is now is a man reduced to tears by a one little candle.
oh my god. i'm gonna be so honest i got way too into this. i stopped writing smut cause i never really got into it enough, but i think this has made me realize that i just like writing really sensual smut like this with a bunch of imagery and stuff... anyways thank you anon so much for this; this actually drove me a little insane and i'm embarrased to say that i hadn't even considered wax play with him..
𓏲𝄢 — 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄 !
𓏲𝄢 FIRELORD ZUKO X FTM! READER
cw — semi-public sex , riding , praise , dub con breeding , babytrapping (?) , cervix fucking , lotus position , love at first (not really) fuck , zuko is so whipped for you title be damned !!
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ wc: shi idk
ʚ angel’s note ɞ what was originally another drabble to be chucked into the hidden.jpg tag ended up becoming something that lowkey deserves a title..oh consort x ruler dynamic how i love you. might write more for this concept if yall want ;3
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zuko presses kisses down your chest, dipping his head towards your navel. his hair drapes over you, brushing across your body as he whispers praises into your skin. you rarely get him to yourself these days, with him usually gone on business trips and all.
his body is slotted between your legs, biting and nipping at the soft skin of your inner thighs. he hums, keeping eye contact with you as he sucks a hickey into your thigh.
“zuko, that hurts.”
“i’m sorry, my love.” he leans forward, pressing his face into your neck. he slips a hand under your hips, pulling your legs around his waist. “may i?”
you nod, bracing your hands behind your head on the soft silk pillows. he gently eases into you, wrapping his hand around your cock and he slowly strokes you in time with his thrusts. his head droops like a willow, groaning softly against your throat. his hips stutter against you, his arms braced on either side of your head.
his hair creates a curtain around the two of you, draping over your faces. sweat drips down his neck and body, overheating from the sensations of the contact of your bodies. you can barely see him in the darkness of the room, ceremonial fire nation wedding garments strewn across the floor.
“my husband,” he whispers, pulling his hair from his face and ducking his head to press a kiss against your cheek. “finally.”
oh my god i’m so sorry this is so bad and i haven’t written smut in a while but i had to get this out… adult zuko is so… ughhh. i might write something longer for him but male readers please hold on more zuko fics are coming for us promise 😭
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zuko goes absolutely fucking feral seeing you in fire nation attire. you’ve known him since you were kids, so he’s used to seeing you in water tribe clothing. but you visit him one time and decide to dress in traditional fire nation robes, and zuko goes crazy.
when you stepped into his hall, dressed like that, his brain went straight into overdrive. it gives him a certain sense of pride, seeing you in his nation’s silks. all of his professionalism goes straight out the window, and he orders everyone else out of the meeting room with a flick of his hand, his advisors scatter like squirrel mice, leaving just you and him in a huge, empty hall.
he beckons you towards him, and you slowly approach the throne. the moment you’re close enough, he grabs at your wrist, yanking you into him. he captures your lips, both his hands coming up to frame your face. your hands land in his hair, brushing through the rivers of black strands.
he twirls you around so you’re seated on the throne, and he breaks the kiss to trail pecks down the side of your neck. he reaches the junction between your neck and shoulder, digging his teeth into the skin.
“zuko— what are you—“
“my lord.” he kneels between your legs, lifting the fabric around your legs. he presses kisses up the your thighs, sucking and biting at the skin.
“zuko, get up. your robes are going to get dirty.”
“my king,” he continues. he doesn’t stand. he takes you into his mouth, and your whole body flushes, embarrassment flooding your face. the sounds are obscene; wet and wanton and it echoes around the hall, filthy and lewd.
“wait, wait. please, zu— i’m going to-” your release floods his mouth, and he presses his head deeper against you, swallowing every drop. he pulls off of you, both of you gasping against each other. “holy fuck, zuko. what—”
“you are never wearing anything else ever again.”
"i dont write smut" me when i lie. no but actually where are the zuko x male reader fics im dying over here guys please send help
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