#jjslunch

✧˙∘ a/n i need this man so bad and its so upsetting how there's crumbs of him on here so here's this chat 😛

Sokka had been sitting in his shop for the past...almost four hours now.

You normally wouldn't mind. Before he shuttered himself away to work on his crazy inventions, he'd kiss you and tell you some stupid joke to keep you smiling until he came back.

And he had done all those things today but...you were craving more. Almost two months of marriage and neither of you could get off of each other. Letters from Katara, Zuko, Toph, and Aang all said they were surprised you weren't pregnant yet.

But it was never enough. You needed more. Which is what led you walking out into the snow at almost midnight to see your husband hard at work, his tongue caught between his teeth as he concentrated. His shop was warm from the fire crackling in the corner so he had discarded his bulky coat to keep him warm in the South Pole weather.

Now, his biceps were on full display for you. Slightly shining from sweat and bulging every time he moved his arms in a certain way...yeah, you were going to jump his bones. You decided right then and there that you would.

You stepped into the small building, taking a few strides before you stopped behind him. You laid your cheek against his back, your hands coming up to slink around his waist. "You've been working for hours," you complained, palms pressing against his sternum.

Sokka laughed, that soft, melodic one he had when he was in his element. Being a non-bender in a friend group with nothing but benders and a fire-bender for a wife was hard on him but this was where he shined. His odd gadgets and you loved to see him glow like he did when he was working on them. "Miss me already, baby?"

You kicked him in the calf and he yelped, you giggled. He was a smart little bastard. "Shush. What're you working on?" You asked, pulling yourself up to your tip-toes to see if you could get a look at the plans on his desk.

He hummed, tightening something with his fingers. "Someone's a curious cat tonight." He looked over his shoulder to smile at you and you rolled your eyes playfully. He turned around to face you, his large hand coming to rest on your jawline. "Why are you out here, baby?"

He melted you. He knew it. You knew it. Honestly, you were surprised he hadn't gotten you pregnant yet. You shrugged, your cheeks burning slightly. Two months of marriage and almost seven years of being together and he still made you squirm. "Hmm? Use your big girl words."

You smacked him in the chest as a huff left your lips in a laugh. "Stop that. It's antagonizing."

Sokka rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and the sky is blue." You went to hit him again but he grabbed your arm before he could, twisting the two of you around so you were trapped between him and his table. Your throat went dry, it was kind of infuriating how fast his reflexes were.

His hands were already roaming your sides through your thick coat made out of shedded Appa fur to keep you as warm as possible but now you felt too hot. You bit your lip as he toyed with the belt around your waist that was keeping the coat closed. "Sokka..." You whined.

He hummed in response but didn't stop his teasing. The bastard. "You're being a tease." You pouted. 

He smiled back, a hearty laugh slipping past his lips. He pressed closer to you and you could feel his hardness against your thigh. You had to bite back a moan before he used it against you. It was his turn to pout. "Hey, that's no fun. I wanna hear you." He finally pulled open your coat, and his eyes widened in surprise before they darkened and a low groan rumbled through him.

You weren't wearing a thing underneath your coat. Not a scrap of clothing except for your pants to keep yourself from getting frostbite. Sokka's hands stripped you of your coat and pants quicker than you could keep up with then finding their way home to your jaw to pull you into a kiss that was all teeth and tongue.

You moaned into his mouth, your hips gently rocking against his as his tongue slid against yours, your hands finding his ponytail and pulling it free so that his hair fell softly around his face.   You loved his ponytail but you loved digging your fingers in his hair more.

His lips trailed their way down your neck, sucking and nipping at the spots that made you whimper. He knew your body probably better than you did. Wet kisses moved down to your chest, his tongue finding your hardened nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

Your head fell back, your eyes fluttering as you fisted his hair and pulled him impossibly closer. 

Suddenly, he was grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist and laying you back against the surface of his table, over the plans for his inventions and everything. You gasped. "Sokka, your plans!"

He shrugged, the cocky smirk you knew so well spreading across his lips. "You think I give a damn about those when I have my wife naked and dripping in front of me?" His fingers teased your slit and you would be embarrassed about how wet you were if it was anyone else. You arched into his touch when he circled your swollen nub, a smile crossing your mouth at his words.

You fumbled with his clothes until the both of you were bare and pressed against one another. His mouth latched to the sensitive spot on your neck, drawing a whine past your lips. "Fuck, you're so beautiful like this..." He groaned against your ear. Sokka was always very vocal and it made all of your nerve endings feel like they were on fire.

"Sokka..." You whined his name again, your hands running down his toned chest and finding the small line of hair that led down to his heavy shaft. You felt like if you didn't have him inside of you in the next five minutes, you would explode. "Please."

His eyes darkened further. He didn't need any more convincing. Now, you hadn't told him this yet but you learned a new trick. Heating. You focused some of your energy down to your lower half, warming it for him as you felt the broad head press against your entrance. "Oh, S-Spirits... so warm..." Sokka whimpered into your neck as he pushed in, your hips instinctively canting a little at the stretch.

It burned, in the best way possible. Your fingers dug into his back as he lifted his head to look at you. "S-so unfair...won't last long..." He mumbled but before he could get the rest of his words out, you were capturing his lips with yours. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks as he slowly hilted, both of you letting out groans of how good it felt.

It didn't take long for him to start a punishing rhythm. He knew how you liked it. His balls slapped against your ass with each thrust, one hand moving to the table to stabilize the two of you, your moans mingling with the others. "Keep squeezing me like that and we won't be here much longer." He rasped into your ear, making your eyes flutter and roll.

You loved the dirty talk, you loved the way he fucked you like he needed you. Your nails scored down his back and he gave a whine that sent a jolt down your spine. His lips found your tits again, licking and suckling until your back arched painfully and a loud moan filtered through the air. 

His thrusts increased pace and the wood beneath you rattled. You'd be surprised if you hadn't woken anyone up in the tribe. "Gonna fuck a baby into you..."

Your breath hitched, your eyes rolling as your walls rippled around him. His eyes found yours, his interest piqued. "You want that, huh? Want me to fill you so good it takes? Fuck..." He cursed and slammed his hips against yours, a squeaked sound came from your lips.

You were finally starting to understand when Katara was talking about getting fucked stupid. "Yes, please!" You managed out through all of the sounds wanting to climb out of your throat.

"Oh, shit...so close...come with me, baby..." His thumb found your clit once more and your moans reached fever pitch. All it took were three more thrusts and two more rolls before you were coming so hard, you saw fucking stars.

Sokka whimpered into your skin as he filled you up, warm liquid spurting into your womb and it made you shudder. You were so out of it that you didn't even notice when he cleaned you up with a rag, wrapped you in your coat and carried you back to your shared hut. 

A small fire you had started early this evening crackled in the corner as he wrapped you up in blankets and placed you down on your bed. He slid into bed next to you a moment later, the warmth of his body encompassing you completely and making you feel beyond safe. "How do you feel?" He asked softly, tracing small patterns on your lower stomach.

You smiled, sinking into him. "Amazing."

ཐི ♱₊ཋྀ subby!dean winchester x fem!reader

summary — dry humping a needy dean. thats it.

cw — dry humping, grinding, hands-free orgasm, kind of sub dean but he's still dean so how sub can u get lol.

wc — 0.5k

a/n .ᐟ — jeri loved this and told me to post it so...here it is!!!

Dean's voice was low and rough in your ear, hot breath ghosting across your already sweating neck from the broken AC of the motel room. "Yeah, just like that, baby...so fuckin' hot..."

You moaned as his hands on your hips squeezed, guiding your movements above him, the heat of your pussy radiating through your sleep shorts as you ground against the hardness beneath his jeans. Your hand braced against his bicep, not even covering the expanse. His biceps were huge.

They were actually the reason you ended up dry humping him like a horny dog. With the AC in your motel room out, Dean took off his shirt and took the opportunity to tease you half to Hell about how the last time the two of you hooked up, you were gagging over his biceps.

One thing led to another, as it always does between you two, and you ended here, grinding against his denim-clad cock while your wetness seeped through the fabric of your shorts. One of Dean's hands, rough and calloused, roamed up your back until his fingers tangled in your hair and pulled, watching in awe as your spine curved. A whine slipped past your lips.

"Atta girl. You're so fuckin' wet, darlin'...can feel it," he grunted, the tips of his fingers becoming bruising on your hip. Your nails dug into the skin of his bicep, right next to the small scar of where you bit him last time, it made you slightly smug.

You used your free hand to scrape your fingers against his scalp, tugging and pulling at the roots, your breathing and moans getting louder. "Oh, God..." you breathed, making the split decision to turn around, straddling his hips with your ass against his abs, yelping softly when he smacked one cheek.

"You gonna let me fuck you tonight, sweetheart?" he asked, trying to keep his voice leveled as he watched your ass jiggle as you ground against his bulge once more.

Your clit throbbing at the new angle of friction. "No." You giggled, a smile spreading across your lips.

Dean whined behind you, his hands gripping the globes of your ass and squeezing. "Please, baby...please, I need it...need you so bad..." The way he sounded, pathetic and needy made your cunt pulse. You knew for a fact that if you kept grinding like this, he wouldn't last long.

You shook your head, smiling as you looked over your shoulder. "Still no. Sam'll be back soon." You reminded him as you shifted to rub against the sensitive tip of his cock, listening to him whimper as his legs twitched.

"Darlin'..." He mewled, his breathing heavy and wanting. "You're so goddamned evil..."

You wiggled your ass and humped a little harder, feeling the pre-cum soaking through his jeans. "Mhm," you hummed. "Are you gonna come in your pants? You're so pathetic, baby."

He whimpered once more, his forehead falling forward to rest against your shoulder blade. "'Is un-fuckin'-fair...so fuckin' evil...Oh, fuck!" Dean roared as he came, his arms wrapping around your waist to guide your movements in his aftershocks. You could feel his lips parted against your skin, breathing hot and hard as his come shot against the inside of his thigh.

You hummed once more, letting him pull you off of his legs and lay against his chest. "I'm so gettin' you back for this..." he growled against your hair.

Your smile widened. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

₊˚⊹♡ ethan landry x fem!reader

summary — post richie's funeral, ethan's drunk and you're there to comfort him.

cw — hurt/comfort, angst, talk of dead relatives, talk of not missing dead relatives LMFAO, no use of y/n, curse words.

wc — 1.7k

a/n! — this is rlly sickening ETHAN LANDRY THEY DON'T GET U LIKE I DO BABY

Ethan's eyes burned. His cheeks stained red, his face blotchy from the cries that wracked his body.

Richie was dead. His older brother was dead. And the worst part? He didn't miss him. Not even a little bit. Richie was always the golden child, had that bond with their father that neither him nor Quinn would ever have. He never did anything wrong, not even when he took out three people on his way to the afterlife.

Not to mention attempted to kill a fourth, Tara. The funeral wasn't even over before his father was planning his revenge on the Carpenter sisters. Ethan was supposed to go to college in a few months, enjoy his life away from his family but now his father wanted him to change schools all for this plan to avenge Richie.

Even in his death he was the favorite. Even in his death, Richie was controlling Ethan's life. And maybe that was what he was mourning the most. The fatality of his future. He tilted his head back as he finished another beer, stumbling into his room. Quinn and his father were still at the funeral home, Ethan bailed as soon as he could, made up some shit excuse about needing air.

Ethan tripped over the clothes on his floor, his cheeks wet with tears he hadn't realized he was still shedding. He dropped the beer bottle, listening to it shatter but the world was spinning, not even noticing the way the glass cut his hand. He was fucked up. The dull buzz in his head being the only thing keeping him together. He didn't bother picking up the glass, he wiped his eyes with the heels of his palms before pressing them against the lids, needing the pressure.

"Ethan?" a small voice sliced through the buzz. Your voice. He turned so fast, he almost lost his balance. You were dressed in all black. He remembered seeing you at the funeral but he dashed out of the church before you could say anything to him. He could lie to everyone else about being sad for his brother. Not you. He couldn't lie to you. You sat on the edge of his bed, concern written all over your face and his hold on himself broke.

"I- I'm fine, really," his words were slurred, his hands gesturing languidly like it took effort to move them. "Really. You know, I—I'm...uh, I really...I just....I don't even miss him, you know?" he spilled out, your chest caving slightly at the sight of him like this. Drunk out of his ass, hurting, and he wouldn't let you help.

"Ethan..." you trailed off, standing up slowly and stepping towards him, holding your hands out calmingly as if he was a deer that you could scare off. You knew his struggles with his family. With Richie. You knew better than anyone, you'd been his best friend since the two of you were in kindergarten.

"No, no, no, I'm- I'm serious. I don't miss him." He threw his arms out, letting out an incredulous laugh like this was funny. You didn't share his humor. "And I know I should. I- I should. But I just can't bring myself to miss that- that—fuck, asshole."

"Okay, okay. Ethan, you're bleeding." You kept your voice gentle, reassuring, despite the panic in your stomach.

Ethan didn't process your words, his eyes filling with tears. "Maybe I'm insane. You know? Like- like he was. Not caring about a life. I mean, shit, killing three people before he died because of his weird fucking obsession with those stupid Stab movies...ballsy as hell. He was going to serve three life sentences in prison and my dad—fuck, he's still making him out to be this fucking saint! Just some dude who did no wrong!"

"Ethan..."

"Oh, but it's fine because he's dead. He did no wrong because he died, right? What a fucking joke. I don't miss him. Did you know he didn't even wish me a happy birthday? He planned the fucking funeral on my birthday. Did you know that he- he just...fuck, he acts like I don't exist. And now he's got me trying to do this fucked up shit and I just...I don't..." He was crying now, fully, his hands running through his curls obsessively.

Your heart broke at how lost he looked, how desperate he was to breathe, to get out of this. You stepped closer until you were in his space, reaching out with one hand to grab the one bleeding while the other gently grabbed his chin. "Ethan. Stop."

Ethan rooted himself to the floor, his eyes finding yours, tears still streaming down his cheeks, his lips trembling, his chin wobbling. "You do exist, okay? You exist to me. Richie was an asshole. And you're not insane for not missing him." You moved your hands up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to keep his eyes on yours. "It's okay...I'm here."

Ethan shattered. His knees gave out, meeting the hardwood of his floor as his arms wrapped around your middle, his tears soaking your dress. Your own mascara was running, your fingers soothing through his hair. “It’s okay…it’s okay…” You repeated over and over. His sobs echoed in the room, your heart heavy as you listened to him cry over the him he could've been. 

You didn't know how long it was before his cries slowed. "C'mon, let's get your hand cleaned up. You also need a shower, you smell like beer." You laughed softly, earning a half-hearted smile from him. It broke you to see him like this.

You sat on the toilet seat as you cleaned the small cut on his palm, the air thick and quiet but not a horrible quiet, the type of quiet you fall into when you're processing. You placed a band-aid over the cut and then brought his palm up to your lips to kiss the spot. It was like magic for him, your kiss making the pain significantly less prominent.

"How was the funeral?" he questioned softly, his voice barely there. He was leaning back against the wall, sitting with his long legs crossed at the ankles.

You frowned. "It was a funeral. I'm not sure if it can be good or bad. Your sister was looking for you."

Ethan sighed, rolling his head back against the wall. "Quinn wouldn't give a shit if I disappeared."

You gave him a sympathetic look, your shoulders slumping as you put away the first aid kit. "Yes, she would. Quinn cares about you...in her own way."

"Did my dad ask about me?"

You hesitated. Ethan rolled his eyes, the drunk haze still there. "Of course he didn't. Never cares about Ethan. It's always been Richie. Even when the fucker's dead."

You settled down next to him, your knees up to your chest as you reached out to grab his hand. He let you play with his fingers, his palm, his eyes on the side of your face, tracing your profile with his gaze. He had it bad for you, always did. Probably always will. You ran the tip of your finger along one of the lines on his palm. "You know, this means you're going to have a long and happy life."

Ethan gave you a skeptical look. "That true?"

You shrugged, giving him a tiny smile. "No idea." That seemed to pull a smile out of him so you filed it as a victory. You stood and helped him up, telling him that he needed to shower.

As he turned on the shower, you moved to leave the room but he grabbed your hand, giving you that look you couldn't resist, especially not now when he was going through so much. "Please?" his voice was soft, broken.

You swallowed harshly and gave a nod, closing the door behind you. You weren't entirely sure of what you were doing but if Ethan needed you? You'd be there. Every single time. 

Ethan stripped, leaving his funeral suit on the floor in a pile, waiting for you before he stepped into the shower. You could tell he didn't want to be alone for even a second. You fiddled with the zipper of your dress, pulling it down and then the fabric over your head, it didn't take you long to rid yourself of your undergarments.

There was nothing sexual about the encounter. He just needed to feel you. To hold you. To know you were there, that you weren't leaving him. That you were staying. The two of you stood under the spray of hot water, his arms around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck. "Can you stay?" he asked, pulling you a little closer.

You couldn't say no to him. You nodded again. "Yeah, I'll stay," you breathed, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair once more. He relaxed further around you, leaning into your touch. 

"Thank you." He kissed your shoulder. He washed himself, the two of you staying in the shower until the water turned cold. He offered you one of his shirts, changing into boxers and sweatpants. He cleaned up the broken glass, mostly sobered up as you got comfortable in his bed.

He slipped in beside you a few moments later, the words unspoken heavy on both of your chests but he just wrapped you up in his arms again, your head resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat beneath your ear and you had a morbid thought. You were glad Richie was dead.

If he was still alive, he'd already be in the room, taking the piss out of Ethan. Ethan deserved better. Richie deserved to die the way he did. You laid your arm across his middle, tracing his side with your nail gently. "I don't miss him either," you spoke softly, melting into the way he played with your hair.

He didn't stop. He relaxed further into the mattress. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Your dad's wrong. Happy birthday, Eth." You kissed his cheek, watching the small but genuine smile lift at the corners of his lips.

His free hand moved to run gently across the side of your face, cradling your chin for a second, and then dipping his head to press his lips to yours. You took a second but kissed him back. It was tender, an understanding. When you pulled away, he slid you closer if that was possible. "Thank you...again." He laughed breathily.

You smiled. "You're welcome."

༺☆༻ ethan landry x fem!reader

summary — ethan's an alpha and your pre-heat sent him into a rut with suppressants that don't work.

cw — smut, mdni 18+, p in v (unprotected), knotting, breeding kink, really just filthy ass sex.

wc — 1.8k

a/n .ᐟ — this is really just filthy sex LMFAO i need him so bad.

Ethan was miserable. Going through a rut with suppressants was fine. Going through a rut with bad suppressants? That was horrible.

Ethan was on his second day of pure torture. Constant need, his entire body feeling like it was on fire, he tried his damn hardest to stay away from you because he knew you were the reason for him being this way. He wasn't expecting his rut for another three weeks. He couldn't afford to snap around you. Defile you the way he'd been dreaming about for the past two days since he smelled that pre-heat.

You were one of his roommates best friends and he wasn't sure if Chad would take kindly to him fucking you senseless in the same dorm he was in. He knew you had to be in heat by now and the thought alone made his dick swell. Not like it hadn't been swollen for the past two days.

He groaned as he took a sip of his coffee. He couldn't sleep. Chad was out on a date with Tara, probably getting laid, something Ethan needed desperately. He glared at the bottle of suppressants on the counter and rolled his eyes. "Strong acting my ass," he mumbled. He just had to ride this thing out for two more days.

That's it.

But of course, because life had a sick sense of humor, there was a knock at the door. Ethan groaned again, rubbing his forehead as he set his mug down on the counter. "Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled, in a sour mood from all of this. And then he smelled it. He smelled it before he even made it to the door.

Sweet. Overwhelmingly so. With a hint of musk beneath it. His instincts took over. Two words echoed in his head until there wasn't anything else. Knot. Breed.

He knew he shouldn't, knew it was an idiotic idea to open the door but he did it anyway and the scent hit him like a slap in the face. There you were on the other side, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide, your lips a rosy shade that made him want to trap them between his teeth.

"H-hey," you stumbled a little over your words, a small sweat on your brow. He could feel the heat of your body from three steps away.

"Hi," he said breathlessly, clenching his jaw. His hand gripping onto the door so hard, the wood creaked. "What are you..." He swallowed harshly, trying to think with his brain, not his dick. "What are you doing here?"

You looked up at him, your eyes a little glossed over. Oh, you were in full swing heat. "Um...uh, I'm actually...I actually don't really know..." you breathed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you poked your head into the dorm, looking around. "Is Chad here?"

Ethan shook his head, his nails digging into the door, leaving indents in the wood while his free hand fisted at his side. I will not fuck her. I will not fuck her. I will not—

In a flash he didn't even really see, he had you by the waist, pulling you against him as his head dipped down to capture your lips with his. His fingers dug so hard into your skin that you were sure it was going to bruise.

You whined into his mouth, your fingers gripping at his hair, pulling him closer and pushing him away all in the same moment. Your heat was getting unbearable, you felt like you were suffocating. Ethan caught your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just shy of too hard. 

His hands were already beneath your shirt, desperate to feel skin. You were burning hot and it made him groan, he used one hand to move your hair away from your neck, leaning down to bury his nose against your throat. "Fuuuck, you smell so fucking good...I'm going to breed you." His voice was deep, gravely, and it vibrated through your entire body.

Your breath hitched, the empty pulse you've had between your thighs for a day getting impatient. You let out a whimper, yanking his mouth back to yours, stepping inside the dorm as you closed the front door behind you.

Ethan's hands, easily spanning the entirety of your lower back, trailed down to the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you'd wrap your legs around his waist. "You want that? Want me to knot inside you?" He asked against your lips, dropping you down against his bed without ceremony.

You whined as he pulled off his shirt, showing off a physique that someone like him wouldn't normally have. Ethan worked out. Vigorously. His biceps were about the size of your head, his six pack defined and damp with his own sweat from his rut. Fuck, he was hot. "Yes...fuck, yes, breed me..." you moaned, shedding your own clothes.

When you couldn't get your leggings off, clinging to your skin due to the heat, Ethan descended to hover above your waistband, a low growl in the back of his throat as he hooked his canine teeth, now elongated, beneath the fabric and ripped it in half. You gasped, looking down at the shreds that used to be your leggings.

He yanked the rest of it off, his impatience showing in his hurried movements, going in for your soaked panties now. The insides of your thighs were slick, your pussy swollen beneath the lacy material. Ethan wasted no time and ripped your underwear off, leaving you bare to his gaze.

"You're so fucking hot, baby..." he groaned, his hands wrapping around your thighs to open you up for him, another growl rumbling in his throat at the sight of you. 

You squirmed beneath him. "Ethan...either fuck me or eat me out, I'm fucking dying." Your voice was needy, breathy, but still held a threat underneath the words.

Ethan's smile was lethal despite his own need, he loved seeing you like this. He thrived on it. "That's no way to ask..." His hands came down to his sweatpants, yanking them down along with his boxers as his dick sprung out and slapped against his belly button. Your eyes widened. Of course he had a big dick. You whined again, your pussy feeling so empty it hurt. "Ask nicely."

He angled his dick down, keeping your thighs spread for him with his free hand, as the other guided his cock to glide through your soaked lips, stimulating your clit just enough to have you on that edge. You could see the way he was holding back, the way he was fighting the urge to just slide right into you.

You mewled. "Please...please, fuck me, Ethan." Your eyes met his and within a split second of the words leaving your mouth, he slammed into you.

Your eyes rolled, your head falling back against the pillows as a sound that you'd never heard yourself make before left your lips. Ethan's grip on your thighs tightened. "Oh, f-fuck...shit...you feel so good." Ethan leaned over you, his mouth finding your neck as he pulled out to where just the tip was in and then slammed right back in.

Your back arched. "Oh, my God!" You whined into his shoulder, your nails digging deeply into his back, your legs cradling his hips. His kisses and nips found your soft spot on your neck as he began a rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your moans.

Suddenly, Ethan's teeth dug deep into your sensitive spot. The pain adding so much more to the pleasure of him driving into you. Your moan sounded more like a scream. "Asshole..." you breathed, your mind becoming blanker with each thrust.

Ethan chuckled against your skin, feeling his grin against you made it hotter. "I can't not bite you." He moaned in your ear and it made fireworks explode in your lower belly. Your eyes fluttered but you needed more. He needed more. You both knew it.

It happened so quickly, just like the move that brought the two of you there, he flipped you over on all fours, shoving your head against the pillow with one hand while the other held your wrists behind your back, arching your back for him. He leaned down over your body, his chest completely encasing you. "You're so fucking hot like this."

You moaned into the pillow, your sounds getting louder with each thrust. Fucking you from behind gave him a new angle, one that hit that spot inside you every. Fucking. Time. It was intoxicating.

Ethan seemed to feel it too, you could feel his knot swelling at the base of his cock, his grunts getting louder, needier. "God, I'm gonna breed this cunt...knot you 'till I'm spent and empty. 'Till it fucking takes. You want that?"

You mewled incoherently against the pillow, your mind completely blank now. All that was left was your begs for him to breed you. You needed it. You needed it so badly. You could feel that familiar feeling starting at the base of your spine, working up and around your belly, heat pooling into your cunt but it was so much more intense than it ever had been before.

With one final thrust, you came so hard your ears rang and your face was buried in the pillow so that you wouldn't alert Ethan's neighbors. Your cunt squeezed around Ethan's dick, swallowing him further in, not wanting to let him go.

And with a roar, Ethan's knot swelled up completely, trapping him inside of you as he filled you with his come. You were so out of it, your brain seemingly on another planet entirely because before you knew it, Ethan was carrying you into the kitchen, his knot still swollen in your cunt.

"Here, drink up." He offered you a glass of water, holding you up with one arm as you gulped the liquid down. You must've gotten dehydrated with all of the sweating. "How're you feeling?" He asked, running his fingers gently up and down your spine.

You shivered at the touch, resting your head against his shoulder as you fought the sleep that tried to overtake you. With your heat being as bad as it was, you hadn't slept a wink the night before. But it was sated, for now, at least. "Tired, but good."

Ethan hummed, placing the cup in the sink and carrying you back over to his bed, carefully laying the both of you down since he couldn't pull out yet. "You ever been knotted before?" He questioned before a yawn grabbed him. He hadn't been sleeping either.

You shook your head, letting his arms wrap around your middle and pull your back against him. He smiled, you saw it out of the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes. "Shut up, smug bastard."

Ethan laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "Hey, I get to be smug." He nuzzled into the side of your neck. "It'll go down in twenty to thirty minutes and then we should probably shower." He yawned again, his body slowly going slack behind you.

"Yeah," you yawned yourself, relaxing in his hold. "Probably." But as you were saying this, your eyes were closing and unconsciousness was calling to you.

⋆˚࿔ jack champion x fem!reader

summary - jack's had a hard day on set and when he gets home, all he wants to do is cuddle up with his girlfriend.

cw - fluff. just fluff LMAO, established relationship, use of y/n, secret relationship.

wc - 1k

a/n ! i love this man so bad im so back in my jack champion phase guys.

You and Jack had been dating for three months now.

Neither of you had told anyone except for your close friends and family. I mean, how could you? On the outside, you were just two close friends. One with an acting career taking off then one who made youtube videos and wrote songs.

That didn't stop both of your fanbases from shipping the hell out of you. It was hard to keep your relationship under wraps but the best part? Getting to gaslight your fans into thinking they were crazy for shipping the two of you.

Jack was on set for the new Avatar movie, it always made you anxious because he did most of his own stunts, not because you didn't think he could do it but because you were going over every single thing that could go wrong.

His harness could break, he could trip and hit his head, he could slip and break his ankle, all of those thoughts swarmed your head as you laid on your bed, scrolling mindlessly through instagram.

You sighed heavily, telling yourself that he was probably fine and you were worrying over nothing. You needed to get your mind off of what Jack was doing on set, you needed to breathe.

So, you made yourself a bottle of water, a bowl of snacks, set up your phone, and slid into your desk chair. It didn't take you long to start the stream and it definitely didn't take long for people to start joining.

Ever since your newest single went viral a month ago, you've gained about three hundred thousand followers, bumping you up to 687K on instagram. You had more than Jack, not that he cared, but you loved teasing him over it.

You leaned back in your chair as people began to send in questions. You ignored the unfortunately normal inappropriate questions and focused on the others. "When will my next single be out? Um...did you guys hear that?" You looked around the room like you had heard something to get out of answering.

You spent about an hour or so, just talking and chatting with your fans. It was fun, and better yet, you hadn't thought about Jack hurting himself since you started it. You did love connecting with them so it was a win-win.

"Mm, is it a scary game? You guys know I don't do that shit—" you were laughing as you answered a question about if you were going to play Phasmophobia when your door opened and at first, you were ready to jump up and attack whatever intruder walked in but instead you were met with a rather pitiful looking Jack.

Your heart clenched. He didn't say anything, he just waddled over to you, dropping his bag on the floor haphazardly. "Baby," the endearment slipped past your lips at how exhausted he looked. He didn't answer, continuing the rest of his journey to you.

When he finally reached you on your chair, he dropped down to his knees, laid his head against your thighs, and let out a deep sigh. Your hands instinctively went to his hair and the back of his neck, your livestream long forgotten. Everything was forgotten when you were with him.

It wasn't until you glanced back at your phone and saw the chat going crazy with comments like;

JACK AND Y/N CONFIRMED????

omg i knew it.

i want someone to look at me the way jack looks at her omllll!!

THE WAY HE MELTED FOR HER!! oh i'm sick

Your eyes widened. You scrambled for your phone and ended the livestream before anything else got out. You sighed and internally groaned but you couldn't exactly be stressed out when Jack looked like a lost puppy, nestling against your thighs.

His arms had wrapped around your knees, holding you close to him like he needed you. As if he was in deep water, about to be taken in by the waves and you were his life boat. "Jack, what happened?" you asked softly, your fingers brushing through his wet curls.

He'd probably taken a shower before he left set. He huffed. "Bad day," he explained cryptically. You didn't pry, he'd talk when he was ready. Your free hand ran down to his upper back, gently scratching the surface with your nails and it was like he deflated.

Your phone was buzzing off the hook but your sole focus was on Jack. "Do you need anything?" Your voice was soft, ginger, almost a whisper.

His hands moved up your knees, running up the sides of your thighs, and landing on your waist. Before you knew it, he was standing up and picking you up along with him. Jack had been training his muscles for nine years, since he started his role as Spider in Avatar so he could be more "Tarzan-like."

Meaning, he was freakishly strong, and he picked you up basically whenever he wanted. You let out a giggle, letting him carry the two of you over to your bed. He set you down gently. He pulled off his shirt and held onto his sweatpants.

Jack moved so that his head rested on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist, his legs in between yours, tangling against your unmade bed. "Just this," he mumbled, answering your earlier question. He looked up at you, propping his chin up against your stomach. "Can you do that thing you do with your nails?"

Your heart clenched at how lost and tired he looked. He was your Achilles heel. "You look like a lost puppy," you teased as your nails began to trace small patterns on his back. He let out a deep sigh, like your touch simply made everything disappear, his eyes fluttering closed before he turned his head and cuddled against your chest once more.

You used your remotes to turn off your lights and flip on a movie for background noise. You knew better than to get on your phone right then. It wasn't long before Jack went completely slack against you, caving to the exhaustion pulling at his limbs.

You checked your watch, to see if any of your friends or family had seen the livestream. As you scrolled through your notifications, you found a text. Of course, Trinity was the first one to text you. You smiled at the message about how you two were her 'literal parents' and you let out a genuine laugh.

But with Jack's warmth and comforting weight on you, it didn't take long before you were falling asleep, too.

.✦ ݁˖ hii loveys!! i know its been a hot minute since i've posted and i promise more jack champion content to come buttt...atla has taken over every single space in my brain atm LMFAO

it's come to my attention that there's not NEARLY enough sokka oneshots so i've taken it upon myself to fill in those shoes ik ik im great!!!

my requests are open for sokka or anything else or anyone else out of atla or the fandoms im in that ive had on my page!! it really helps with motivation

anyway...sokka oneshot coming soon yall 😛

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 .ᐟ vampire!jj maybank x femwitch!oc

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 .ᐟ death, blood, vampires in this are a mix of tvd, supernatural, and the mortal instruments lol

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊 .ᐟ smut, angst, witch x vampire, idk if im missing anything but will update if i am!!

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘 .ᐟ

── it wasn't until after her twenty third birthday did summer thorne know she came from a long line of witches that protected humans from the insatiable appetites of vampires that lurked in plain sight. after her grandma disappeared and left her with more questions than answers, she had to fulfill her duty as a protector, though, it was hard to do that with the very thing she fought against being her greatest desire.

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Summer ran her finger along the dusty bookshelf that she never cleaned. It wasn't that she wasn't clean, quite the opposite, actually. She strived on cleanliness but the bookshelf was her cheat place.

Every book that sat on those fixtures had been in her family for generations. She slid the pad of her pointer along the titles, looking for a specific one. 'Potion Making 101', she shook her head. 'Harnessing the act of divination', still no. 'What to do when you've turned someone into a toad', absolutely not.

She finally found the book she was looking for with a smile, pulling it out of the close confines it was in. She blew the dust off and with a satisfied hum, she started towards the table in the middle of the room. 'Shelly's Book of Spells', she plopped the heavy book down on the table with a thud and opened it up to the first page.

There was an old note in familiar writing. She rolled her eyes after reading, 'Summer, get your paws off this book.' She threw it to the side and flipped through the pages until she got to the one she needed. In big, bold letters at the top of the worn page wrote 'Locator Spells'.

She ran her finger down the different spells before finding the one she needed. She rummaged through the table's drawers until she found a map. She spread it across the table top and poured over the words, reciting them in her head until she was sure she got the pronunciation right. She held the palm of her hand over the map, closing her eyes and letting the magic in her veins take the reins.

Her lips moved of their own accord. "Phasmatos Tribum. Nas Ex Veras. Sequitas Sanguinem," she spoke, scrunching her face to keep her concentration on the person she was searching for. She felt a zap through her body, letting her know that something took, meaning she could go on with the spell. "Shelly Thorne."

She believed that this was working. She was finally going to find her. Summer smiled to herself but her smile fell quickly when she smelled something burning. Her eyes flew open and she let out a shriek when the paper was burning to a crisp. The book said it would slowly burn into the area where the person you were trying to locate would be but her map? It was blackened. 

She tried to put it out but it was too late, all that was left of the map was ashes. "Damn it!" She ran a frustrated hand through her hair, looking back at the spell book for any guidance on what to do but all that read beneath the spell was, 'Summer, put down the book.'

Summer grunted, slamming the book closed. She snapped her fingers and had the book returned to its original spot in a flash. Plopping down on the beanbag in the room, she hugged a pillow to her chest, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the tassels coming from the bottom.

"Summer, pay attention. You're going to need to know this when I teach you more advanced spells," Shelly's voice echoed in the room, her face warm yet still annoyed.

"Nana, this is too hard. Why do I have to know how to turn a feather pink, anyway?" eight-year-old Summer sat back against the chair with a huff, crossing her arms against her chest petulantly.

Shelly popped a hip, letting out a sigh at the frustrated look on her granddaughter's face. "Do you remember when someone came to the house last week?"

Summer, still angry with herself, nodded once. "Yeah, what does that have to do with anything, Nana?"

Shelly bent down to Summer's height in her chair. "Do you remember how I disappeared?" Summer turned in her chair to face her grandmother, nodding her head once again. "Turning a feather pink might be a little tedious right now, my dear, but it's setting you up to be able to turn it blue, green, yellow, or any color you can imagine and then, when you're ready, you can make it disappear." Shelly snapped her fingers and the feather was gone.

Summer's eyes widened as she sat up, suddenly intrigued in her lesson again. "Whoa. But, how—" When she looked up, Shelly had disappeared, too. She looked around for her grandmother but she couldn't see her. "Nana?"

There was another snap and Shelly had appeared on the other side of Summer a split second later. Summer laughed. "I wanna do that!" she pointed at her grandmother. Shelly's lips curved into a kind smile.

"And you will. But you have to turn this feather pink first. Cloaking takes practice, I started just as you are when I was your age. I know it's hard now but you will get better and then it'll become like a second nature to you, my dear." She pinched her chin lovingly.

Summer's brow pulled, her brain working with questions that an eight-year-old shouldn't be having. "Nana, will you disappear again?"

Shelly's face softened, she tucked two strands of hair behind Summer's ears and tapped her nose. "Not from you, my little shadow."

Summer blinked out of her daze. Her cheeks damp as she hugged the pillow a little closer. Her eyes found the picture she'd been staring at since her twenty-third birthday two weeks ago. Summer with a big smile on her face with her grandmother behind her, arms around her neck, mirroring Summer's smile. Summer swallowed harshly. "You lied," she spoke to the picture like Shelly could hear her.

Summer climbed the attic ladder with a box attached to her side. Cora and Kiara, her two best friends, behind her to make sure she didn't fall and meet an early demise.

"Summer, you're freaking me out. Would you accept help for literally once in your life?" Kiara hover handed the small of Summer's back.

"When you fall and crack your head open, I'm going to laugh at you," Cora spoke nonchalantly but the concern in her eyes was real.

Summer laughed, shaking her head as she pushed the box up and into the attic with the hand holding it against her side. "You guys are so dramatic. I'm not going to die." But as she said that, she almost lost her footing and her stomach dropped to her toes. She managed to right herself with a nervous smile while Kiara and Cora looked at her with the same exact expression.

Summer carefully descended the ladder and hopped down once she was close enough to the ground, wiping her hands off on her jeans. "See? I'm fine."

"Yeah, you totally didn't just almost fall and kill all three of us." Kiara gave her a sweet smile, crossing her arms against her chest and cocking her head to the side.

Summer rolled her eyes and playfully pushed one of her best friend's shoulder. "I wouldn't have killed all three of us. Maybe severely injured but not killed." Summer pushed past the two of them to walk into The Wreck where Cora and Kiara's parents worked. "Besides, it'd make us closer. Trauma bonding."

Cora snorted as Kiara smiled reluctantly. Pope, another one of their close friends came over with a book in his hands. "Hey, Sum," he spoke in passing and Summer realized that he was studying some school book. Kiara, Cora, and Summer decided they didn't want to go to college but Pope got a full ride scholarship to Oregon State University and he was determined not to lose it.

Summer didn't blame him. He didn't exactly come from a wealthy family. None of them did other than Summer but even then, most of their money came from Summer's trust fund that Shelly had made for her and her mother's three jobs. "Have you taken a breath yet, Pope? You do realize you're on summer break, right?" Summer teased.

"Mm, yeah. I'd love another coffee, thanks, Sum." He slid into a bar stool, not acknowledging Summer's question at all. Which didn't surprise her in the least. She just laughed it off and moved behind the counter to make him another coffee.

Ana and Mike, Kiara and Cora's parents, didn't try to stop her. They were pretty busy that day seeing as everyone was back home from school that hung out at The Wreck on the regular. "Where's JB?" Summer asked, sipping on her own mixed drink she had made herself.

Kiara rolled her eyes. "Hanging out with Sarah Cameron, again. I mean, whatever happened to hanging out with real friends? It's like he's become a ghost." Summer frowned. Kiara had a very...explicit falling out with Sarah when they were sixteen. Sarah threw a party, didn't invite Kiara who was best friends with her at the time, and Kiara called the cops on her.

Summer shuddered at the memory of them cursing at each other until Kiara had to be held back by Summer and John B. "Well, he'll figure it out soon enough." Summer poured the coffee into a mug, using the creamer she knew Pope liked from being friends with him for almost twenty years. She even made him a little heart with the foam on top.

She worked as a barista for a few years before she quit when her grandma went missing. She was in a hard place for a week and she could barely get herself out of bed. Thankfully, Kiara and Cora dragged her out of her cave the week after and now, she was here. She slid Pope the mug as the bell over the door rang and in came Topper Thornton and Kelce Williams.

They both were a little overdressed for summer but Summer couldn't judge because she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Topper pulled off his sunglasses, smiling at Summer as he slid in front of her. "I'll have a Summer's Specialty," Topper pointed to the alcohol behind her.

Summer gave him an odd look, laughing lightly. "A Summer's Specialty is literally just Tito's in a glass."

Kelce made a face. "Ooh, that sounds good. I'll do the same."

Cora laughed, leaning against the bar. "It's three in the afternoon," she teased her friends, Kiara now helping Pope study because Topper was still friends with Sarah and Kiara was known for holding grudges.

Topper shrugged. "It's five o'clock somewhere." Summer slid them both a glass and poured the Tito's in. "Cheers, man." Topper knocked his back while Kelce sipped on it. Topper shuddered and placed the glass back down on the bar. "Pope, are you seriously studying during summer break?"

Pope didn't look up from his book. "Yeah, mini golf does sound fun, I'll see you there later, Top." He held up a thumbs up. Topper gave Summer a confused look while Summer just shook her head in a way of saying 'don't ask'.

She mostly helped out around The Wreck for the rest of the day with her friends until closing. Ana and Mike ushered her out but not before slipping her some tip money from the day because they believed she deserved it for helping them out during a busy day. 

Summer hugged them both, waving bye to Cora and Kiara, before starting her walk home. She only lived about a block away from The Wreck so it was easier than burning unnecessary gas. She placed one of her headphones in as she took her usual route through the trees behind The Wreck. 

The sky was a mix of dark blues and blacks, just the light of the moon and stars keeping her from freaking out. She was always afraid of the dark, it was one thing that freaked her out. She could deal with anything else, just not the dark. 

She hummed along to her song when she heard something next to her. She turned her head, expecting to see Cora or Kiara there but there was no one. Just her and the trees. She blinked, assuring herself that she must've been seeing things.

She shook her head and continued her walk. A few more steps and she could've sworn she heard another sound. It was more like a voice but she couldn't make out what it was saying. She looked around once more. "Kiara? Cora? If this is some kind of prank, it's not funny!" Summer shouted into the wood, crossing her arms over her chest but her heart was pounding.

And then she heard it again. On the other side of her that time and she saw something dart past her. Summer swallowed harshly, gripping onto her phone so hard she could've cracked the screen. She wanted to run but for some reason, her feet were stuck to the ground.

"Witch," someone spoke next to her ear. She spun, an incantation on the tip of her tongue but there was no one there.

"Show yourself!" Summer shouted, exuding the confidence she didn't have. Her pulse was racing and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. Suddenly, she felt a heavy weight pushing her down onto the grass below her, her shoulder meeting the ground with a pop and she had to bite down on her tongue to not scream in the pain radiating through it.

Above her was a bigger man, holding her down by her wrists. She struggled against him, fighting through the pain in her shoulder. The man leaned down to sniff her neck and Summer moved to kick him between the legs but she stopped when his mouth opened to speak. Her heart almost completely stopped when she saw his two front canines sharpened to deadly points. His eyes darkened to a black while deep veins popped out on his face.

"Mm, I've never had witches blood before...should be delicious," he spoke lowly in her ear, his voice a deep rasp that sent fear trickling down her spine.

Her body and mouth moved on their own accord. She kicked straight up, hitting exactly where she wanted. The man groaned in pain and she didn't give him a second to recover before she was saying an incantation."Phasmatos Morsinus Pyrox Allum."

The man was thrown off of her, howling in pain and she took the opportunity to book it faster than she ever had back to her house. She didn't look back as she made it to the front door and mumbled an unlocking spell, she didn't have the time to reach for her keys. The door swung open and she slammed it behind her.

Breathing heavily, she leaned back against the wood. "Summer? Is that you?" Summer's mother, Maren, walked over to the door. "Oh, God. What happened to you?"

Summer just slumped down onto the floor, her head falling forward as she tried to wrap her head around what she had just seen while Maren poured over her daughter.

What the hell was that? was her only thought.

( dividers by: @bhavihelps & @cafekitsune )

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 .ᐟ vampire!jj maybank x femwitch!oc

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 .ᐟ death, blood, vampires in this are a mix of tvd, supernatural, and the mortal instruments lol

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊 .ᐟ smut, angst, witch x vampire, idk if im missing anything but will update if i am!!

⋆༺𖤍༻⋆ 𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘 .ᐟ

── it wasn't until after her twenty third birthday did summer thorne know she came from a long line of witches that protected humans from the insatiable appetites of vampires that lurked in plain sight. after her grandma disappeared and left her with more questions than answers, she had to fulfill her duty as a protector, though, it was hard to do that with the very thing she fought against being her greatest desire.

( dividers by @bhavihelps & @cafekitsune ) chapters coming soon !