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The maids and guards make a bet, when will you announce your pregnancy
sorry for any grammictial errors!
WC: 624
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You and Zuko fuck like rabbits, it was insane. The day would start off normally and two hours later you’re riding him in his office moaning loudly.
Don’t blame him, he looked hot, with his half bun hair and his body. Gosh his body, the body you would love to ride every chance you got if he didn’t have any royal duties to attend to .
And the wall wasn’t thick enough. The maids and the guards had to suffer, hearing you as Zuko rammed into you.
You had just limped to the kitchen watching the maids greet you and hand your tea.
“Morning” You said your voice was weak since your voice was hoarse. You sit down on a nearby chair
“Morning madam!” They greeted back
“What is on today’s schedule” You said
Your personal maid Hana walks to you “The banquet tasting is coming up… then you have to go for a fitting for the meeting that is happening next week…my lord would be busy so he is going to send some guards to accompany us”
You nod, thanking Hana has she helped you up from the chair
“Please prepare breakfast for Zuko soon” You said leaving the kitchen leaving the maids to giggle to each other
“Did you see the lady’s neck? There’s so many marks!” One said
“It seems like they enjoyed each other”
“She’s limping….surely it can’t be that good”
“II think it was that good…I heard them last night while I passed their room…they kept going for hours! Hours! My husband lasts 2 minutes!”
“I would last hours if I had a husband like that!”
“Or if I had a wife like that! Have you seen the lady! She’s so pretty!”
“Yes yes…they’re a hot couple, master looking at madam with love as she laughs”
“Or as she fuck-”
“Settle down!” Yuki the head maid said, causing each maid to shriek looking ashamed since they got caught.
“Why are we discussing the lord’s and the lady’s sex life in the morning” Yuki asks
None of the maids replied, trying not to look at the glare until one maid looked at Yuki “Did you hear them ma’am?”
Yuki sighs before nodding "Yes…unfortunately" which caused the maids to laugh and giggle among each other
“Ma’am you’ve been working at the palace for years…how does it feel”
Yuki rubs her forehead “I’m happy for him…Master Zuko didn’t have the best parents or childhood, so he doesn’t know how love should be…”
“But…?”
“But I’ll be damned….I’m pissed off. I’m trying to sleep and they…they're loud…too loud…”
The maids giggled as two of the guards enter the kitchen with horror on their face
“What happened?...why are you so scared”
“They’re at it again…”
Yuki turned around with a confused face “What do you mean they’re at it again”
One of the guard sits on the chair putting his hands on his head “The lady came back to the room with Hana…to get ready for the day…master had woken up and given her that look”
“That look?”
“That look…and he carried her on his shoulder, slapping her-”
“So what happened to Hana?”
“She left obviously….”
The kitchen kept quiet before the other guard speaks up “I give it a month”
“You give what a month…”
“A month till madam announces her pregnancy…”
“A month? I give it 3 weeks!”
“More like a week…master can’t keep his hands off madam…”
“To think they had sex the night before and they’re at it again…”
Yuki taps the table “We have duties to do….so let’s leave….this behind…Do not speak about it in front of the generals, the lord, or the lady”
They nod gathering themselves when your moan echoed throughout the palace.
summary: a little girl from the PTMC daycare keeps finding her way to the ED. Jack allows the girl to stick around because he finds her mom very attractive and wants to see her again.
tags: unrealistic negligence of an early education facility, (the hospital would have been on lockdown irl this little girl wouldnt have made it off the floor)
little miracle masterlist
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After the midnight rush of DWIs, the night slows down enough for Abbot to catch up emails and on the computer. He types away in the draft and schedules each of them to come in all at 8am and every 30 minutes after. Admin likes to waste his time so he likes to give them a head ache too.
As he continues, just in front of the nurse's station, he sees a little girl wandering past. She was very small, probably preschool age. Her hair in a ponytail and was dawned in a matching pajama set. She must have come in with her mother and ended up lost. Hopefully someone— a nurse— will help her back to the respective room. He then grabs an tablet and goes to one of the North side rooms to discharge a patient.
After he escorts the patient through the triage doors he passes the Pediatric room and notices the little girl from before. She stands by the wall and traces the mural of the woodland animals. She hums a nursery rhyme in a similar tune to "Mary Had a Little Lamb."
Abbot stands at the door and looks in either direction. He looks in either direction then Dr. Ellis quicksteps past him. "Hey Ellis, do you know if any patients are missing a kid?"
"A kid?" She backs up and looks in the room, "Definitely not. Should I get security?"
"Not yet. I'll find out more. Go ahead." He dismisses her and enters the room.
The girl hears his foot steps and looks up at him curiously. "Hi."
"Hi, I'm Dr. Abbot. What is your name, sweetie?"
"Miracle." She turns back to the fox on the wall.
"What a pretty name." He kneels down beside her on his good knee, "Are you here with your family?"
She shakes her head, "I'm here all by myself."
Abbot purses his lips in worry, "Oh yeah? How did you get here?"
"The elevator." She smiles, "I remember the fox from last time and came down all by myself."
"The elevator…" He thinks for a moment. He notices on her chest as a name tag. Similar to his badge was a photo of Miracle and the words PTMC childcare center. Miracle was not a patient or a child of one but a child of an employee at the hospital. He lets out a sigh of relief, "Well, this is a long way from where you belong isn't it?"
Miracle shrinks and clasps her hands together, "I didn't mean to."
"It's okay, sweetie but we'll need to take you back. Don't want your people to worry right?"
"Uh huh." She nods, "My mommy works in the hospital. She helps really sick people."
"You know, I do that too." He smiles, "Why don't we go sit somewhere and call your mommy? Let her know you are okay."
"Okay!"
Abbot stands up and holds out his hand for the girl to hold but she instead holds up both of her arms with the expectation of him to pick her up. He smiles and obliges, carrying her back to the main nurse's station. "I think I know where some stickers are that you can have. Do you like stickers?"
"Yeah!" She squeals.
Miracle had a smile that could melt the coldest hearts. As they walk, she rests her head on Abbot's shoulder. He tries to steel his resolve but his heart swells at the feeling of her little head on his shoulder.
"Oh my, who is this little one?" Lena smiles at the girl.
"This is Miracle. She is a long way from the daycare upstairs."
"Oh Geez. I heard the bathrooms are broke down on their floor so they have to go to a different one." Lena says, "No wonder this little lamb got lost." She pinches the little girl's cheeks. An infectious giggle comes from the girl as she squirms in Abbot's arms.
He sets her down on a stool and takes a look at her tag. It had her full name on it with a phone number underneath. He recognizes it as the ICU floor. He dials it on the office phone.
A soft woman's voice answers in a quiet tone, "ICU?"
"Hi, this is Dr. Abbot here in the ED. I have a sweet little girl named Miracle down here lost from the daycare."
"Oh my god." He can hear the woman panic. Faintly, she tells her colleague, "Thank you Dr. Abbot. I will be down in just a moment."
Before he can respond the line goes dead. It must have been Miracle's mother on the phone, "Good news, Miracle. Your mommy is on the way."
"What about my stickers?" Oh right…
He snaps and opens a random junk drawer and finds some stickers in the bottom. "Here you are."
She takes them from him and rips off one and places it back on his hand. He smiles down at the sticker.
Just a moment becomes a long while as Abbot and Miracle wait. Although young, Miracle was able to keep herself entertained at the desk. She ran out of stickers and Abbot's arms and face had run out of surface area. His staff laugh and take in the adorable sight of Abbot with the little girl.
"Miracle! Oh thank god, you're still here."
"Mommy!"
Abbot whips his head around and feels his heart leap out of his chest. You come flying down the stairs and jog over to the nurse's station. He can't take his eyes off of you as you come around and pick up your daughter.
"What were thinking coming down here all by yourself?"
"I wanted to play with this fox on the wall."
You shake your head and move your eyes to Abbot's sticker riddled body. "Hi… you must Dr. Abbot."
"You'd be correct." He holds his hands behind his back, "Miracle was keeping me company down here."
"I can see that," You giggle, "You have discovered her obsession with stickers. Sorry."
"Not a problem. Anything to keep her entertained."
"I appreciate it. I really do. She has gotten into this adventurous stage of wandering off and I can barely keep up. I'm glad you were able to keep her occupied." Your smile was just as criminal as Miracle's.
"She's welcome back anytime." He waves it off as he tries not to stutter under your sweet gaze.
"Alright then. Say bye to Dr. Abbot, Miracle."
"Bye Dr…. Abby." She giggles.
"Dr. Abby? You're so silly." You tickle her side then you look at him again, "Bye Dr. Abbot."
"Bye Dr. Abbot." Miracle waves as you carry her back up the stairs to the daycare center.
Abbot watches you go with a longing look. He looks down at his arms and chuckles before he starts to meticulously peel them off. It takes a few minutes to do, a few of the stickers leaving a mark.
He thought that would be the last time he would see you and Miracle. The next night, he looks in the Pedes room longingly before continuing on his way back to the hub.
He stops short just a few feet. Then backtracks and looks into the break room to find a familiar figure. Little Miracle was squatting down in front of the vending machine looking through the slot in the bottom.
"Hungry?" Abbot enters the room.
Miracle sheepishly withdraws from the machine and clasps her hands together. A tell that she did when she thought she was in trouble. She looks at the machine then back at Abbot.
"It's okay." He holds his hands out to her. She approaches him quickly and jumps into his arms. He lifts her and rest her on his hip. "It's a bit late for a sugary snack. How about… some goldfish?"
She nods quickly. He smiles at her and opens one of the pantries where some small snacks were available. He grabs out a package of goldfish and hand them to the little girl. Then he takes her back to the nurse's station.
"Little Lamb!" Lena smiles when she see the little girl then the smile turns shit-eating, "She's taking a liking to you, Abbot."
"She was just hungry. She probably saw the vending machine from the last time she was here." He sets Miracle down on a stool. "You are real sneaky, aren't you?"
Miracle shakes her head as she smirks. She continues to eat her crackers without a word. She was very cunning for her age. Able to get away from the daycare staff and get down to the ED without arousing suspicion of being alone. You must really have your hands full with her.
You were a single mother working as an ICU nurse. You transferred from an ICU clinic out of state due to your toxic ex, Miracle's dad. You had taken the job at the PTMC due to their 24 hour daycare program. You were able to spend time with your daughter during the day and without support at home, she would need to come to the hospital to sleep for the night. It was only a few nights a week so it was hard not to pass up.
Not that Abbot knew your situation. It wasn't like, after that night he met you, he asked one of the medical assistants about you during an ICU transfer.
He picks up the phone and dials the ICU line. "ICU?" It's you again. Speaking softly. A mental image pops up in his mind of you speaking that way to him in the morning.
"Uh, this is Dr. Abbot in the ED."
"Hi, are you looking for a bed?"
"No, actually, I have Miracle down here. She seems to have gotten away again."
"You're joking…" You grumble. You mutter to your coworker again. "i've gotta go… the ED… Miracle… yeah again… unbelievable i know…Are you still there Abbot?"
"I am."
"I'll be down in a minute. I am so sorry. See you soon." You say defeated.
"See you…" The line goes dead and Abbot turns his attention back to Miracle.
She spins on the stool without a care. She finished her goldfish while he was on the phone. He grabs an office chair and sits beside her, "Miracle, your mommy is on her way."
She beams at him, "Yay."
"Do you come down here because you like when you mommy comes to pick you up?"
Miracle shakes her head, "My mommy picks me up all the time. I like when you pick me up and we play."
He leans back, "I see. But Miracle, your mommy and I are busy working. We can't play all the time you know that, right? It's night time and you need rest. So while we work, you sleep."
"But I can only see you at night time. Mommy said so."
Abbot chuckles, "What did your mom say?"
"You work night time at the hospital so that means we can only see you at night time. We can't come in the day time."
"Do you ask to see me in the day time?"
She nods. "You are fun to play with."
"You are fun too." He boops her nose, "Do you like to draw?" She nods rapidly. "How about you draw something for us to put up back here?" He grabs some printer paper and some colored pens from the cup of supplies on the desk.
"You draw too." She hands a pen to him.
"I'd love to sweetie but remember what I said? I have to do my work. It's so I don't get in trouble. Ms. Lena will keep an eye on you."
Miracle pouts like a kicked puppy. It tears Abbot's heart to shreds to look at. He bites down on his bottom lip before looking away. Be strong, be strong, he repeats the mantra as he walks away.
It doesn't take long for him to return though and at the same time that he is back at the nurse's station you come jogging down the stairs. "Hello again," He smiles at you.
"Hi," You return the smile and look at Miracle, "She is going to become a permanent resident by the end of the week down here. C'mon little mama."
Miracle jumps from her stool and hides behind Abbot's legs. "No."
You let out a huff and smile awkwardly, "Heh, Miracle, sweetie it's time to say goodbye to Dr. Abbot."
"No." She grabs onto him. She touches a part of Abbot's prosthesis, she hesitates then moves to wrap both her hands around his other leg.
"God, this is so embarrassing." You mutter then you look up at Abbot, "I'm sorry, she is cranky at this point."
"That's okay." He chuckles, "How about I walk her with you to the daycare?"
"Oh, no it's fine. I'm sure they need you down here being the shift attending and all." You tighten your lips. You didn't mean to reveal that. You may or may not have asked a medical assistant about him during an ED transfer.
"It is not a problem. It's Lena that keeps this place running." He turns to Miracle, "If I come with you will you be good for your mommy?"
She nods rapidly and holds her hands up to him. He picks her up and smiles at you, "Shall we?"
"We shall." You lead them to the elevator. As you enter, you hear Miracle whisper to Abbot.
"What happened to your leg?" She cups his ear to whisper but she wasn't too discreet as you still heard her question.
"I got hurt in an accident. My leg was no good so they gave me a new one." He whispers back.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore." He shakes his head, "I eat good and take care of myself to be big and strong." He tickles her side, making her giggle in his ear.
You can't help but smile. His patience with your daughter warmed your heart. It was something about him treating her like a small person and not a nuisance unlike someone you once knew. She was disrupting him at work but he didn't let it bother him. He seemed to enjoy it, actually.
As you walk back to the daycare, you notice Miracle has gone quiet. You look over and see she had fallen asleep on Abbot's shoulder. "That girl is something else." You shake your head.
"She gives you a run for your money." Abbot whispers.
"You have no idea." You sigh, "She has not been infatuated with anything ever until she met you. I've never heard her speak about someone so highly after meeting them once."
"So she says. She told me, she stays awake to play with me."
"All day, non-stop. 'Mommy, you should invite Dr. Abbot to our house to play.' 'Mommy, Is Dr. Abbot at the hospital yet?' 'I got a booboo, Dr. Abbot should help.'" You laugh at yourself then notice Abbot smiling at you. You avert your gaze and stop at the Pre-K door. "This is her." You scan your ID and open the door for Abbot.
He lays her on one of the cots with the other kids. You tuck her in and kiss her forehead. You apologize to the staff and they apologize too. The bathrooms should be finished by tomorrow so hopefully this is the last time Miracle elopes.
You walk with Abbot back to the elevator, "I really can't thank you enough, Dr. Abbot."
"Miracle is a sweetheart. Just as much as I left an impression on her she's left one on me." He holds his hands behind his back as he walks.
"Hopefully, this will be the last of her hijinks and my blood pressure will lower." You take a deep breath. Abbot purses his lips as his heart wilts. You stop in front of the elevator, "This is where we part ways. You've gotta go down and I've gotta go up." You hit the down button, "I'll take the stairs."
"I'll see you around?" He steps on to the elevator.
"At this rate? I'll be seeing you tomorrow." You joke.
You joke but Abbot hoped that it was a promise.
The next night, Miracle appears again. Abbot makes his rounds when he finds her curled up on the couch in the family room. He almost didn't catch her this time if it weren't for the door being propped open by the janitors. He enters the room quietly and sits beside her.
He rubs her back as he tries to rouse her from sleep. The little girl rises out of her ball like state and crawls into his lap and rests on his chest. He sighs and continues to rub her back and rocks her side to side. He pulls out his hospital phone and dials the ICU.
"ICU?" A firm voice speaks. It definitely wasn't you, "Hello?"
"Yes, hi, this is Abbot down in the ED. I've got Miracle down here and was wondering if her mother was available to pick her up."
"Uh…unfortunately she is unavailable at the moment. Are you able to keep an eye on her for some time? She is tending to a patient at the moment. I will pass along the message as soon as I can." There was a wobble of nervousness in the nurse's voice. It was always life or death in the ICU.
"Yeah, I can. Just let her know when you can." He hangs up the phone and continues to rock her. When he knows he has spent too much time he will carry her to the hub.
"Lena, occupy Central 6 for me." He points to the sleeping girl in his arms, "Her mom might take a minute."
"You got it." She opens a tablet and fills in some random information to occupy the room on the status board.
He lays Miracle on the gurney and tucks her under the covers. "Thank you for making me so special." He whispers to her then shuts out the lights and leaves the room closing the door. Through out the hour he keeps an eye on her.
You come down the stairs looking disheveled. Your eyes were puffy, it looked like you had been crying. Abbot approaches beside you and rests his hand on the center of your back, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, sorry, where is Miracle?" You sniffle.
"Right in here." He leads you into Central 6. You lower the rail on one side of the gurney and pull up a chair to caress Miracle's face as she sleeps. He can see tears fall indiscriminately from your eyes. "Is everything okay?"
You let out a chuckle, "Is everything ever okay in our departments?" He sighs and pulls up another chair to be beside you. "Just before I come down here, every time, I've had to stabilize a patient, or at least try. A different person each time and afterward I'd come right down here and see the smile on my daughter's face like everything is okay. I have to act like I haven't just witnessed the scariest thing 5 minutes before coming to get her. I don't have to brave it when she's at daycare. In my mind, she seems worlds apart from the madness. Safe. I freak out thinking about her down here. What she might see. As if I didn't just watch someone die minutes ago." Abbot hears your voice waver as you speak but you laugh again, "But even still, with you, she is safe. She's so comfortable in your arms like she's known you her whole short life. You make it look so easy." You lean back in your chair and sniffle, "It makes me think I'm not cut out for this."
"Woah, that is a severe overstatement." He leans forward and takes your hand, "Had you not told me, I would have never known what you've done before coming down here. The first time you came down, you had this infectious smile on your face. And Miracle ran into your arms, you didn't falter for a second. Scooped her right in your arms. If you were scared you never showed it. You are her world. She knows you're there for her. You make it look effortless"
You look down at his hand on yours. He gives it an affirming squeeze. It's warm to the touch. "I bet you say that to all the single mothers." You bite back a smile and pull your hand away.
"Usually when they're here they are preoccupied with… you know an emergency?"
You giggle, "Really? None have made a move on you?"
"I fear that is day shift only. At this time of night, I only get the drunks playing grab ass." He sighs.
"Oh poor you," You rub his shoulder. "And here I thought you were like this dangerous and sexy combat medic that flirted with all the moms."
"Dangerous and sexy?"
"The other nurses on my floor say that, at least."
"So you talk about me to other people."
"I had to. I have to make sure the men in my daughter's life aren't dirt bags." You shrug, "They said you were a flirt too. Any defense?"
"I'm playful." He surrenders, "It's only to liven up this dreadful place."
"Right." You purse your lips into a thin smile, "Well, I should probably be taking her back to the daycare." You remove Miracle from the gurney and rest her on your hip, "You have a good rest of your night, Dr. Abbot."
He follows you out of the room, "I hope my playfulness hasn't scared you away from coming back to work."
"Only time will tell, I guess. Maybe I'll consider transferring to the ED and have some fun with you down here instead. " You shoot him a playful wink. He licks his bottom lip as he watches you walk to the elevator and back upstairs.
"She's got you whipped." Ellis shakes her head.
"Both of them do." Lena smirks, "Forget a work wife, he's got a whole work family."
"It's not like that." He waves them off, "Miracle is a troublemaker and her mom—"
"Is the hottest nurse you've ever laid your eyes on?" Ellis cocks an eyebrow, "You're not the only one with eyes, Abbot."
He averts his gaze to the status board, "Do you have anything better to do right now, Ellis? How does triage for the next hour sound?"
"Sounds like I should keep my mouth shut and get back to work." She leans over and mutters to Lena, "See how defensive he got. Whipped."
It had been a week since Miracle's escape attempts. The bathroom in the daycare was up and running again so there was no way for her to escape. Abbot stares at her drawing she had left behind. He missed that little rascal. He missed you too.
When things get slow enough, he decides to try and take a trip up to the daycare to check on Miracle. It was possible that she was sleeping but just seeing her would keep his spirits high. He tells Lena he's going to be out for a few minutes and hits the elevator button.
When the doors open his eyes widen in surprise. You stand there with a smile on your face and a look of surprise yourself. "Hey, I was just coming down to look for you."
"Oh? What for? Patient transfer?"
"No actually," You beckon him onto the elevator, "Miracle is having a hard time sleeping and misses her friend Dr. Abbot. I was wondering if I can steal you for a few minutes to put her to bed." You hit the button for the daycare floor, "Is that okay?"
"Uh yeah… I was actually going to head there."
"Felt a disturbance in the force, Jedi?" You chuckle.
"I just wanted to make sure she was alright."
"You've spoiled her." You say, "Now she can't live without you. It was inevitable, she's imprinted on you like a little duck. You are her mama now."
He laughs. It's a hearty laugh that warms your chest. You can't help but laugh too. The two of you walk out of the elevator side by side and enter the daycare. Miracle lays in her bed and beams when she sees the two of you from the window.
You both enter and sit beside her bed. "Okay, Miracle, this is a one time thing. Dr. Abbot can't come and go whenever you want while you're here." You explain as you tuck her in, "But he did say he missed you too."
She grins at him, "Do you still have my picture, Dr. Abbot?"
"I do. I look at it everyday." He grabs her hand and squeezes it tight.
"Maybe because you miss me we can play not in the hospital." She pouts.
You purse your lips and nod, "Maybe… But Dr. Abbot is super busy—"
"If your mommy says it's okay, I would be more than happy to."
You swivel your head at him in surprise, "You would?"
"Sure," He shrugs, "We can all play together outside of the hospital."
Your face is cooking as he speaks. Was he saying what you think he was saying?
"But that is for your mommy and I to talk about. You, little one, need to sleep." She nods and shuts her eyes. Your eyes are still on him. He notices and smiles, "Did you want to talk about that now?"
"Uh no I just… thought…"
"I was too sexy and dangerous? Or did you still believe I am too playful?"
You bow your head in defeat, "I guess I did."
After Miracle falls asleep the two of you leave. "I am going to be honest. I fully believed that this would be the last we saw of each other. We would go our separate ways, officially." You confess.
"I knew that wouldn't be the case after second time Miracle came to the ER." He chuckles, "I'd find a way to see you again."
"So were you the one sabotaging bathroom maintenance?" You giggle, "If you wanted to meet with me so bad you could have asked. Like you asked Edgar about me."
"You found out about that…" He winces.
"My good looks get me my way up there." You tease, "I'm kidding. When I asked about you he told me you had done the same. So I asked for more information."
"That's when you got the sexy and dangerous thing from."
"Yes, you are really stuck on that." You nudge him, "Don't believe it."
"I just like the way it sounds coming from you. You believe it."
"I do not."
"For a moment you did. In your mind, there was an image of me next to those words."
You cover your mouth as you refrain from laughing out loud, "Alright, what's it going to take for you to not bring that up anymore."
"When are you free?" He asks, "We can go somewhere and have breakfast after work? Or lunch? Go to the park for Miracle."
"Breakfast sounds good." You take out your personal phone, "How about you put in your number and I'll let you know."
"Promise?" He takes your phone and puts in his number
"If I don't you can put me on blast by calling the ICU and bug me. They all need something juicy to keep them entertained." You smile as he hands back your phone, "But I like you. So I won't keep you waiting too long. How does 10am tomorrow sound?"
"Sounds like a deal."
The two of you stop short of the elevator. You bite your lip before leaning in and kissing Abbot's cheek. "This is where we part ways." You hit the down button, "I'll take the stairs. See you at breakfast."
Abbot's cheeks burn as he watches you jog up the stairs. He tries to control his smile in the elevator as to not tip off the others to his glee. He didn't need them spoiling his fun just yet.
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"Zuko, please," you plead, your voice breathless and needy as you kneel before him on the plush rugs of his private chambers, the flickering torchlight casting shadows over his regal form.
Your hands clutch at the edges of his deep red robes, fingers trembling with anticipation. "I need it—put me in a headlock. Choke me while you fuck me senseless. Make me yours completely."
Zuko's amber eyes darken with raw desire, his scarred face tightening as he looms over you, His long black hair sways slightly as he reaches down, gripping your chin firmly to tilt your head back, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.
"You beg so prettily," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine. "But you know what happens when you ask for my control. I'll squeeze that pretty neck until you're gasping for air, until your pussy clenches around my cock from the lack of it."
Your core throbs at his words, arousal flooding you as you nod eagerly, lips parting in a whimper. "Yes—do it. I want to feel your arm locked around my throat, your strength pinning me down. Fuck me hard while I struggle for breath."
He doesn't make you wait; with a growl, Zuko hauls you up by your arms, spinning you around to face the nearby bed draped in crimson silks. His body presses flush against your back, the hard length of his erection grinding into your ass through the thin fabric of your undergarments.
Rough hands yank your clothes away, tearing the delicate material with impatient tugs until you're bare and exposed, skin prickling in the warm air.
Zuko sheds his own robes swiftly, the layered fabrics pooling at his feet, revealing his toned, scarred torso—muscles honed from battles and rule, cock standing thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum at the tip.
He shoves you forward onto the bed, your hands bracing against the mattress as he climbs behind you, one knee nudging your thighs apart.
"On your back," he commands, voice edged with authority, and you scramble to obey, flipping over to lie supine, legs splaying wide in invitation. Your pussy glistens with wetness, folds swollen and aching for him.
Zuko positions himself between your legs, his weight settling over you like a predator claiming prey. But instead of thrusting in immediately, he leans down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss—tongue invading, teeth nipping your lower lip until you taste the faint metallic tang of blood.
You arch into him, hands roaming his broad shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle. "Zuko... the headlock. Please, I need it now," you gasp against his lips, hips bucking up to rub your slick entrance along his shaft. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pulls back, saliva stringing between your mouths.
"Greedy little thing," he says, shifting to straddle your waist briefly, his cock slapping heavily against your belly. Then, with deliberate slowness, he maneuvers his arm—strong and corded from years of wielding fire—around your neck from the side, hooking it into a loose headlock that presses his bicep against your throat.
The position forces your head to turn slightly toward him, cheek smooshed against his forearm, his scar visible up close as he tightens just enough to make your pulse thunder under his skin.
"Like this?" he taunts, squeezing experimentally, cutting off your air for a heartbeat before easing up. You nod frantically, eyes watering with the thrill, pussy clenching emptily. "Beg louder. Tell me how bad you want my cock splitting you open while I choke the breath from you."
"Please, Zuko—fuck me!" you cry out, voice hoarse already, hands grabbing at his thighs to pull him down. "Lock your arm tight around my neck, make me see stars. Pound into my pussy until I can't breathe, until I cum from the pressure alone."
Your words fuel him; with a feral snarl, he aligns his hips, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance before slamming home in one brutal thrust. The stretch burns deliciously, your walls fluttering around his girth as he bottoms out, balls slapping against your ass.
The headlock tightens in rhythm with his first deep plunge, his bicep flexing to restrict your airway just as he pulls back and drives in again.
You gasp raggedly, the lack of oxygen heightening every sensation—the drag of his thick shaft along your inner walls, the way his pubic bone grinds against your clit with each forceful snap of his hips.
"That's it," he grunts, breath hot on your ear, his free hand pinning your hip down to control the angle. "Take it all. Feel how deep I am while you fight for air."
Stars burst behind your eyelids as he squeezes harder on the next thrust, your throat working futilely against the unyielding muscle of his arm. Your body responds instinctively, legs wrapping around his waist to urge him deeper, heels digging into his lower back.
The restricted breaths make your head spin, pleasure coiling sharper in your core, every vein on his cock pulsing against your sensitive spots as he fucks you relentlessly—out to the tip, then burying himself to the hilt over and over.
"Zuko—harder! Choke me more," you manage to rasp during a brief release of pressure, your voice breaking into a moan as he obliges, locking his arm vise-like.
Vision blurring at the edges, you claw at his forearm—not to escape, but to feel the power there, the dominance that has you soaking his cock even more.
He releases just in time for you to suck in a desperate gulp of air, only to clamp down again as he angles his hips to hit that spongy spot inside you, the one that makes your toes curl.
Sweat slicks your bodies, the room echoing with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, your choked whimpers, and his guttural praises.
"Look at you—pussy gripping me like a vice when I squeeze. You love being at my mercy, don't you? Begging for my arm around your neck while I ruin this tight hole."
His pace quickens, thrusts turning punishing, the headlock shifting slightly to let you turn your face into his bicep, lips brushing the salty skin as you gasp for more.
The build-up is intoxicating, oxygen deprivation amplifying the fire in your veins until you're teetering on the edge. "I'm—gonna cum," you choke out, tears streaming from the intensity, body trembling beneath him.
Zuko loosens his hold fractionally, allowing you a ragged breath before tightening again, his cock swelling inside you as he chases his own release.
"Cum for me—milk my cock while I choke you," he demands, voice strained, hips pistoning faster. The command shatters you; your orgasm crashes through, pussy convulsing wildly around him, walls rippling in waves that pull him deeper.
You scream hoarsely, the sound muffled against his arm, nails raking down his back as ecstasy rips you apart, juices squirting around his base to drench his thighs.
He doesn't stop, fucking you through the spasms, his headlock unrelenting as he grinds deep one final time. With a roar, Zuko buries himself fully, arm flexing to cut your air as hot spurts of cum flood your pussy, painting your insides white.
The sensation of his release, combined with the pressure on your throat, prolongs your high, drawing out aftershocks until you're limp and quivering.
Finally, he eases the hold, both arms now cradling you gently as he collapses half atop you, cock still twitching inside your filled core.
You cough lightly, drawing in deep breaths, but a satisfied smile curves your lips as you nuzzle his neck. "Again," you whisper, voice raw. "Put me in that headlock and fuck me until I pass out."
Zuko's eyes gleam with renewed hunger, his hand stroking your hair as he rolls you both, positioning you on top but keeping one arm ready. "Insatiable," he murmurs, but there's pride in his tone.
He guides your hips to sink back onto his semi-hard length, already stirring back to life. As you start to ride him slowly, he snakes his arm around your neck from behind, pulling you down against his chest in a loose lock. "Ride me while I control your breath. Beg for it tighter."
You do, grinding down with a moan, the fullness reigniting the ache. "Tighter—choke me as I bounce on your cock. Make me earn every thrust."
He complies, bicep pressing into your throat as you lift and drop, the restricted air making each descent feel electric, your clit rubbing against him perfectly. His free hand roams, pinching your nipples, slapping your ass to spur you faster.
The second round builds slower but deeper, your pleas turning to broken sobs of pleasure. "Yes—lock it in, Zuko. I want bruises from your arm tomorrow."
He squeezes in time with your rhythm, releasing just enough to keep you conscious, his cock hardening fully inside your cum-slicked pussy.
You clench around him deliberately, drawing groans from his lips, the power dynamic flipping slightly as you use the headlock to heighten your control over the pace.
But Zuko reclaims dominance swiftly, flipping you onto your side mid-ride, spooning behind you with his arm locked firm around your neck.
His hips snap forward, fucking up into you from this new angle, the headlock pulling your head back against his shoulder so he can bite your earlobe. "This what you begged for? My arm owning your throat while my cock owns your cunt?" Each word punctuates a thrust, deep and claiming, his balls slapping your clit.
"Fuck—yes! Don't let go," you gasp, hand reaching back to grip his thigh, urging him on.
The pressure builds again, faster now, your body hypersensitive from the first orgasm. He fingers your clit in circles, the dual stimulation overwhelming as he chokes you harder, your vision spotting with bliss.
You cum explosively, pussy gushing around him, the headlock making the release feel endless, like drowning in pleasure. Zuko follows with a muffled curse against your hair, pumping another load deep inside, the warmth spreading as he holds you tight through it all.
Exhausted but sated, you both lie tangled, his arm now a loose drape over your neck, a reminder of the intensity. "Perfect," you sigh, turning to kiss his scarred cheek. He hums in agreement, cock softening but still nestled within you, promising more if you beg again.
Steve's hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slammed into you from behind, his backwards cap shading his eyes while he watched your ass bounce with every thrust. The bedroom was a mess of tangled sheets and heavy breathing, but none of that mattered—only the way his thick cock stretched your pussy, filling you so completely it made your vision blur. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, voice low and rough, one hand sliding up your spine to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to arch your body. "You take me so good. Look at you, all desperate and wet for me."
You whimpered , pushing back against him, your knees digging into the mattress as the slap of skin on skin echoed through the room. His cap brushed against your shoulder when he leaned forward, his chest pressing to your back, hot and sweaty. "That's it, sweetheart ," he murmured right against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "Ride my cock like you mean it. I wanna feel that tight little pussy squeezing me."
He didn't let up, pounding into you relentlessly , the head of his dick hitting that spot deep inside that made stars explode behind your eyelids. Your walls clenched around him, slick and needy, and he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through you. "Already close? Shit, you're so fucking easy for me. But I'm not done yet- gonna fuck you stupid until you can't even remember your own name."
Steve pulled out suddenly, making you whine at the loss, but before you could protest, he flipped you onto your back, his strong arms manhandling you like you weighed nothing. He settled between your thighs, hooking one leg over his shoulder as he lined himself up again. His cap sat crooked now, strands of his hair peeking out from under it, but he didn't bother fixing it- instead , he thrusts back in with one brutal snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt. "Eyes on me, Y/N," he demanded, his free hand cupping your jaw to tilt your face up. "I want you to see how much I love ruining this pretty pussy."
You locked eyes with him, his brown gaze dark and intense under the brim of his cap, and it only made the heat coil tighter in your belly. He started moving again, slower this time but deeper, grinding his hips in circles that had you gasping. "Good girl," he praised, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before pushing inside your mouth. You sucked on it instinctively, and he groaned, picking up speed. "Suck on that while I fuck you. Imagine it's my cock- yeah, just like that."
The room filled with the wet sounds of him sliding in and out, your arousal coating his length and dripping down onto the sheets. His other hand roamed your body, pinching your nipples until they hardened into peaks, then sliding down to rub rough circles over your clit. "Come on, baby, let go for me," he coaxed, voice husky as he watched your face contort in pleasure. "I can feel you fluttering around me. Don't hold back—cum all over my dick."
It hit you like a freight train, your orgasm crashing through you as your pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock with every pulse. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, but Steve just kept thrusting, drawing it out until you were shaking. "There we go," he said smugly, not stopping for a second. "That's my girl. Fuck, you're so tight when you cum."
He wasn't far behind, but he held off, pulling your leg higher to change the angle, hitting even deeper. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down under the cap, but he looked every bit the confident as he railed you. "You want my cum, don't you?" He asked, already knowing the answer from the way you nodded frantically. "Gonna fill you up, y/n. Mark this pussy as mine. Say it- beg for it."
"Please, Steve," you gasped, voice broken and needy. "Cum inside me. I need it—"
"Fuck yes," he growled, slamming in harder, his rhythm faltering as he chased his release. His hand left your clit to brace against the headboard, the other still holding your face so you couldn't look away. Under the cap, his eyes squeezed shut for a moment before snapping open again, locking on yours. "Here it comes, baby. Take every drop."
He buried himself deep one last time, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, hot ropes of cum painting your walls. The sensation pushed you into another smaller orgasm, your body trembling beneath him as he rode it out, grinding against you until he was spent. Finally, he collapsed forward, careful not to crush you, his forehead resting against yours while you both caught your breath.
But Steve wasn't one to quit while the high was still buzzing. After a minute, he pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from your pussy with a satisfied smirk. "Look at that mess," he said, dipping two fingers inside to push it back in. "Can't let it go to waste. You gonna keep it in for me?"
You nodded weakly, still dazed, and he chuckled, kissing your forehead before sitting up. His cap was askew, but he adjusted it with a grin, looking down at you like you'd hung the moon. "Not done yet, though," he warned, voice dropping to that teasing tone. "Think you can handle round two? I wanna see you on top this time—ride me until you're screaming."
Before you could respond, he was pulling you up, positioning you to straddle his lap. His cock was already half-hard again, slick with your combined release, and he guided you down onto it inch by inch. "That's it," he encouraged, hands on your hips to help you sink fully. "Feel how hard you make me? Even after all that, I want more of you. Bounce for me, Y/N. Show me what this pussy can do."
You started moving, tentative at first, but his hands urged you faster, his thumbs digging into your skin. The cap shadowed his face as he tilted his head back to watch, but his eyes never left yours. "Fuck, yeah," he breathed, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Just like that. You're so goddamn hot when you're riding me. Keep going—don't stop until I tell you."
The friction built quickly, his cock hitting all the right spots from this angle, and you ground down harder, chasing the pleasure. Steve's dirty talk didn't let up, spurring you on. "You love this, don't you? Being stuffed full of my cock, knowing I own this body. Tell me how good it feels."
"So good," you moaned, leaning forward to brace your hands on his chest, feeling the muscles flex under your palms. "Steve, you're so deep—"
"Deeper than anyone else," he finished for you, thrusting up to meet your movements. "And you wouldn't have it any other way. Cum again for me, baby. I wanna feel you soak my dick."
His words pushed you closer, and when his hand snaked between you to thumb your clit, it was over. You shattered around him, crying his name as waves of ecstasy rolled through you. Steve groaned, holding you down as he followed, pumping more cum into you until it overflowed, trickling down his shaft.
Exhausted but sated, you slumped against him, and he wrapped his arms around you, the brim of his cap tickling your hair. "You did so good," he whispered, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "Fucked stupid just like I promised. Rest now—but don't think we're done for the night."
He shifted, laying you both down without pulling out, his cock still twitching inside you. The backwards cap stayed firmly on his head, a constant reminder of the wild, unfiltered passion that defined every moment with him. And as you drifted in the afterglow, you knew he'd talk you through every filthy second of whatever came next.
