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𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝔂 𝓛. 𝓡

Fem reader, explicit content, read with awareness!!!

Andrew Pope Cody with a girlfriend who loves him so so so much. so much she wears the tiniest skirts around him, knowing he’s watching.

After Catherine, his family, Lena being SAFE at his home, he was ready to settle down. Maybe someone let Renan or maybe even someone who could match his wit. He just wanted someone to take care of now he had his house, niece and big dick. poor thing.

That was when you showed up, right next door. He was pulling up to the house after dropping off Lena at school, and you were putting boxes inside your new house. Talking to the movers like they were your friends.

“The landlord at my last place, total creep!” You scoff, not noticing at how the movers stare at your ass as you walk inside the building. Pope who stands against your car, and when you notice him? He isn’t sure God can repent him of the sins he saw in his head.

You smile and wave, not noticing the growing tent in his jeans. You smile once more, then going inside.

It takes him three months to talk to you again. And when he does it’s because you dropped your groceries and Lena asked Pope to help you. He couldn’t say no to that.

So, with the help of a pair of tiny hands, and Popes bigger ones, you made it safely. No cans dropped.

“You guys should totally stay! I make a good brownie.” You smile, giggling as Lena looks around, touching your fluffy pillows that lay on the couch.

Pope shrugs, mentally preparing himself to hold in the longest erection of his life.

Dessert goes by fast, Lena already in bed on your couch, sugar crashing.

First you’re talking about moving, then you’re talking about old flames, then you’re talking about how you lost your virginity.

“Didn’t even cum.” You whisper, halfway through whining. He starts listening fast. “You look like you could make a girl cum, big hands and all.” You murmur, looking him up and down, clothed sock slowly inching towards his cock.

And that’s when he knew he wanted to settle down. just like how you settled down.

He watches you slowly drop to your knees, unzipping his jeans, mouth hot against his dripping tip.

“Come on… just a little taste?”

He quickly nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. Before he could let himself feel the pleasure, you quickly get up and run to your room.

Groaning to himself, palming his boxers, he walks to where Lena lays, checking on her then double locking your door. Following you.

You smile as you hand him the camera. “Wanna remember this.”

“What do you mean?” He says in what is supposed to come out demanding, more breathy.

“Take pictures of it!” You bite your lip, handing him the Polaroid camera. While also slowly inching towards your bed.

Thinking you went too far, he turns it on, grabbing your legs, pulling you to the end of the bed, kissing your neck.

“I don’t usually do this… kiss someone I’ve only met a while ago.” He grunts, between kisses, rubbing his hard on against your leg.

“Yeah but you sure do like jacking off with your window open looking at me.” You whisper, moaning when he grips your hips.

“…what?”

You shush him, slowly getting back on your knees, going right back into action. Rubbing his thighs you grab his length, pulsing in your hand as it slaps against his stomach. He’s bigger than you’re used to, trimmed but still enough hair to melt into.

Pulling down the straps or your tank top, you let him get a peek of your white innocent like bra, while he stares in anticipation, you slip his tip in your mouth, swirling around the precum.

Moaning around his cock, he immediately makes a ponytail in your hair, making you go slightly faster.

And before he notices, you slip it halfway in your throat, bobbing your head up and down, tracing the veins with your tongue. Pope can’t help but whimper loudly with his head thrown back.

He quickly grabs the Polaroid camera, snapping a picture of you choking on his cock, tears in your eyes visible.

You can feel him pulsate again before he rips you off, picking you up and throwing you on the bed. You laugh as you bounce.

You’re about to laugh again until you feel your panties, getting torn, tank being forced off, and bra quickly removed. You’re about to comment on his rapidness until he rubs his tip over your swollen clit, making you whine.

“Just put it i-“ you get cut off once he shoves it in your tiny hole making you scream. Whilst seeing stars he quickly snaps another photo of your conjoined body parts, smirking to himself.

He thrusts in and out, faster, harder, your walls closing in. And before you know it both of you are spurting out your own bodily fluids, heaving on each other.

That wasn’t the last time, no.

He loves his girlfriend who lets him take naughty pictures of her, he has one in his wallet with a hand print on her ass, he has a special box no one can get into.

His innocent girl who lets him take sinful pictures each time they have sex, then needing to buy another camera.

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reqs are open!!!

Hello annon! Omg of course! This idea is so cute, and when I tell you my heart literally jumped out of my chest when I saw this, I wouldn't be lying.

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort

Masterlist

Always an Angel

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The first time it happened, you laughed along, smiled even.

That was the problem - draining your energy, your heart.

You had always been talkative - words spilling from you like water over smooth stones, easy, bright and warm. Not afraid to express your emotions, especially around the ones you loved. Yet in the Fire Nation palace, warmth was treated like weakness despite the end of Ozai's rule - a person of power should act as such, not as someone who cared.

Court ladies smiled behind painted fans. Ministers exchanged glances when you got excited. Servants quieted when you entered rooms.

At first, you thought maybe you were imagining it, maybe it was that quiet voice talking in the back of your mind - the one that refused to leave you alone like a parasite.

Then came the whispers.

"Does she ever stop talking?"

"She sounds like a child."

"No wonder the Fire lord looks exhausted."

Then more.

"The Fire lord must have felt pity for them to actually fall for someone like that."

"So awfully loud."

"Can't we just get rid of her?"

And after enough snickers and sidelong looks, you began to shrink.

Little by little. You stopped telling stories at dinner. Stopped speaking first in conversations. Stopped rambling excitedly when you read something interesting. You started rehearsing every sentence in your head before saying it aloud.

Then eventually…

You didn't speak much at all.

It wasn't any different today, the council room holding that same exact scent of incense. The scratch of ink against dry paper echoed around the room, the setting sun illuminating everything in a fiery orange glow - matching the burning emblem of the fire nation.

Your hand lingered near Zuko's, the presence of it familiar - grounding. But even then you felt the eyes glare at you, unable to lift your gaze to face the men and women standing near you.

A court lady near the front shifted slightly. Her fan clicking open with a soft, deliberate sound.

"My lady," she said smoothly, voice light as silk, "you are often so… expressive during discussions. It can be difficult for the council to remain focused."

Finishing with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"Perhaps it would be best to allow My Lord to guide the tone of proceedings."

The words were polite - carefully chosen. Still, they settled under your skin like something sharp.

"I-" you started, then stopped.

No one looked at you directly anymore. Just past you. Around you. Through you.

Zuko’s gaze shifted slightly toward the speaker, annoyance written in his face but he didn’t interrupt - not yet.

The silence that followed felt louder than the comment itself, fingers holding onto your sleeves.

You had made a mistake again, of course you did.

Zuko’s hand covered yours a little more firmly now, thumb brushing once over your knuckles. A quiet reassurance. A reminder you were still there. But even that didn’t stop the tightening in your chest.

"Now," a minister said, clearing his throat as if nothing had happened, "shall we continue?"

"Wait," you whispered, the word slipping out before you could stop it. Every head turning.

Your breath caught.

"I… I would like to take my leave."

The room didn’t react immediately - just a subtle shift, like the palace itself had leaned in.

Zuko’s chair scraping back.

"Y/n-" he started. Yet you were already standing, rushing as you made your way to the doors. His own voice - calling out for you to wait - drowned out by your pulse.

Escaping before the weight of all those eyes could press you back into your seat

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The doors barely had time to open before Zuko was after you.

His footsteps echoing sharply through the palace halls, fast enough to betray the composure he forced himself to maintain in court. The guards startled as the Fire Lord swept past them, robes flickering like embers behind him.

You didn’t stop walking.

If you stopped walking, you’d cry.

The palace corridors blurred together in molten gold and crimson as tears gathered hot behind your eyes. Your chest hurt. Every breath came too shallow, too tight.

"Y/n, wait."

His hand caught your wrist gently. Not forceful.

Never forceful.

Still, you flinched anyway. Inhaling a sharp breath.

The reaction made Zuko freeze, immediately loosening his grip.

And somehow that hurt worse.

You turned away quickly, wiping furiously at your face before he could fully see. "I’m sorry."

"What?" His voice cracked slightly. "Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I embarrassed you." you laugh, the sound broken.

"You didn’t-"

"I left in the middle of court," you cut him off shakily. "I couldn’t even handle someone speaking to me - "

"It's not your fault."

"Yes it is!" you snap, hot tears streaming down your face. "It always is, Zuko..." you pause, sniffling.

For a moment, neither of you move. But then Zuko closes the distance, his hand hesitating mid air before cupping your cheek. Thumb catching your fallen tears.

"Why," he whispers, brows drawn together. "Why do you think that way?"

You look away, forcefully stopping a sob that's clawing at your throat.

"Because... they're always talking, the ladies of the court," you start, fingers curling in a fist full of fabric. "They say I'm too loud, that I am making you miserable -"

"And do you believe that?" Zuko asks, voice stern but not scolding.

"I... I don't know..."

"Hey, look at me," he breathes, gently guiding your chin to face him. "You do not make me miserable, in fact I wouldn't be the man I am without you by my side."

Another pause, thumb still brushing your cheek.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner?" he asks, voice low.

"Because... this is something I should be able to handle. Take care of myself." you grit out.

"But you don't have to handle everything by yourself."

Your lips press into a thin line, that doubt pounding in your head. "So would you support me?" you mutter, a sob breaking out. "Do you still want me despite what they say, the truth in their words."

"There's no truth in their words." Zuko answers, that same smile he showed you in the courtroom appearing on his face as he tucks your hair behind your ear.

"They say you're too loud, that you're careless. But what I see is someone who is energetic, fun and most of all, caring." he leans in, forehead resting against yours. "They made you afraid to be yourself, but what if I love that person. What if I see the rest of my future with her?"

"Zuko-" you choke out, but those amber eyes never leave yours.

"Don't change because they tell you to. Change for yourself, no one else. And if you do, I'll be there supporting you."

He held your shaking hands like they were something precious, something worth protecting. Like you were worth being seen.

"Don't apologize for being yourself, and don't run away from me okay?"

You nod your head, closing your eyes shut as the energy you once lost starts to return. Holding tightly to Zuko's wrists as you mumbled a shaky reply.

"Okay."

Look what you have done! You made a child cry /j

They have to find Narinder first!

Denjj x m!reader pretty please :33

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Warnings; None! 100% safe for work! Read under cut.

To note; Established relationship. Not proofread</3

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