#xreader smut

MY MOON MY MAN; fire lord zuko x concubine reader. pt2 here

in which: zuko’s royal advisors are adamant he needs to produce an heir, and while his mind is in two, he stumbles across his consort on a late night stroll. nsfw, minors dni (porn with very little plot!)

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after the defeat of fire lord ozai during sozin’s comet, the formerly disgraced fire lord was stripped of his power and the title was bestowed upon his heir; prince zuko.

currently a few years into his reign, the new fire lord zuko had done everything he had promised to do. he had forged a new path for the fire nation, stronger relations, stronger balance, a reign built on compassion rather than fear. yet his rule had been marked by disillusion in the system that had stood proud for so many years.

mainly the imperial consorts.

zuko resented the idea of a harem, a group of women at his beck and call, prepared to give in to his primitive desires. his father had had many consorts, but zuko had resisted their advances at any given turn. he was not his father. the fire nation he was pioneering was meant to be different from the past, modern, innovative, free.

so how could he accept such a hedonistic concept? how could he be paving a way for his people and still have these women in such an archaic position?

his royal advisors were having none of it. consorts were customary. it gave the women financial security, political influence, and social standing. it seemed that zuko would be doing these women a great disservice by dismissing any of them.

so he kept them around. he never summoned them into his chambers. he never bedded them, or took advantage of their devotions to him. it was not honourable to use women for his own selfish needs. he was doing them a favour. they retained their positions, and he didn’t have to be intimately involved with any of them.

it was a good compromise, or so he thought.

his advisors were adamant on an heir. it would show security in the new rule, a united front against the crimes and threats of the past. the royal family would be a symbol of change, step into the right direction. the issue?

zuko refused to wed.

his breakup with mai had frankly soured his disposition when it came to romantic relations. he did not want to become involved with another woman like that ever again. his body had aged, his mind had matured, but deep down he was the same sixteen year old boy who rose to power.

awkward, unsure of himself. what woman would want to be with him? he didn’t know how to be a husband, a boyfriend, hell, even a father. a decade ago, he didn’t ever think he’d be where he was now.

despite his unsureness of his romantic capabilities, zuko was sure about one thing. he was a good leader, a strong one. he was making real, substantial advances as fire lord and he’d be damned if anything was going to take that from him. if a united front, a strong royal family was what they wanted, he’d give them exactly that and more.

he needed to fuck an heir into one of his consorts.

he let out a groan. the thought made his head ache and his heart twist. zuko ran a hand through his hair, his ebony strands free from their usual ornate constraints and falling across his back like an inky curtain.

when his mind ran wild like this, he would walk through the imperial gardens. the grounds were flush with meticulously groomed shrubs and trees, various flowers in pink or red littered across the grass. the floral smell hung heavy and humid in the air, settling deep within zuko’s lungs.

the night was cool, yet not cold. the moonlight cast a bright, bluish sheen across the grounds, illuminating his path as he strolled. the same questions tore through his mind, the lack of answers contorting his features into a permanent scowl.

his heart nearly leapt out of his chest as he turned the corner. a woman stood crouched by the bushes, her hand outstretched, a soft smile on her face. zuko leaned closer, eyes squinting. it was one of his concubines.

y/n l/n.

his gasp forced the woman’s head to snap towards him. she seemed to kick herself into gear, straightening up and stepping into a small, polite bow.

“my lord.” she said, not quite meeting his eyes. “i do apologise, i didn’t know you were there.”

zuko’s eyebrows furrowed. “well, don’t stop on my account. were you fetching something?”

a small smile played at her lips. “i was trying to get the cat out of the bushes. he belongs to one of the other consorts, she’s been beside herself thinking he was lost.”

a cat? zuko didn’t even know that the consorts had pets. was he so concerned with the state of the world he had failed to notice trivial things in his own palace?

this was not the first time that zuko had laid eyes upon y/n. yet it was the first time he had seen her in such a casual context. her soft linen nightdress, her hair free and in its natural state. her face without any sort of rouge or makeup. the moonlight only seemed to illuminate her features, grace the highest points of her face. she was beautiful, that was clear.

“i am sorry that i disturbed you, my lord. i shall leave you be.” she said, with another small bow, seeming to forget about the furry creature that drew her out of here in the first place.

“no!” zuko exclaimed before he could stop himself. “don’t leave on my account, join me, by all means!”

her eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting the invitation. zuko felt heat rise in his face, he had never been alone with any of his consorts before.

“if you insist, fire lord.” she said with a sweep of her hand. zuko took a step closer to her.

“well, allow me to help you find this cat.”

the two adults spent an embarrassing amount of time attempting to coax the creature out of the bushes. what ever progress y/n had made disappeared as soon as zuko approached, as it was completely terrified of him and ran further away. y/n laughed despite herself, a lovely melodious sound.

“ill have to try again tomorrow.” she said, brushing dust off of her nightdress and standing up straight. “shall we continue our promenade?”

“yes. let’s.”

while they strolled, zuko snuck sideways glances at y/n, who rambled incessantly about the various plants that lined the grounds. zuko knew nothing about plants, and usually he’d be annoyed by such rambling but y/n had a nice voice, and it was a welcome distraction from the stresses of ruling. it seemed that zuko’s mood was evident upon his face.

“is there something that plagues you, my lord?” she asked, gazing up at him through her eyelashes. her gaze was alluring, charming even. zuko couldn’t help but sneak a glance at her plump lips.

“don’t worry yourself with my troubles.” he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. his gaze met her eyes again, a strange sensation shooting through his groin, a flush spreading across his face.

“that is my job.” she said with a smile. “though you never summon me.”

her hand rubbed at her neck awkwardly, drawing zuko’s attention to the smooth skin of her décolleté. her averted his eyes.

“i don’t summon any of you.” he said firmly. “it is beneath me, and you.”

“well then; think of me as a friend. will you tell me what plagues you then?”

y/n stepped closer and zuko’s heart hammered wildly in his chest. she could feel the heat radiating off of his body, perpetually hot due to his bending technique, and he could smell her jasmine perfume. the scent was beginning to drive him crazy with desire.

“i… i cannot.” he said, stumbling over his words. “it’s slightly embarrassing.”

“don’t be embarrassed.” she breathed. the warmth of the fire lord drew her closer, like a moth to a flame, like icarus towards the sun.

“my royal advisors want me to sire an heir.”

“and you do not want to?”

‘with you, i would’, an evil little voice said in his head. a fleeting thought that sent shivers of desire through the fire lord, and annoyed him at the same time. what was it he said before, about the concubines? why is it that he didn’t want anything to do with them? he could barely remember, desire and the want for pleasure tainting his thoughts.

“something like that.” zuko said after a short while. his eyes dropped to her lips again.

the moonlight shed across y/n’a features sent tingles through zuko’s stomach, his skin alive with want. he wanted her; her lips, her neck, her chest, and whatever laid further. she thought similarly, it seemed, a strange gleam in her eyes, a soft bite of her lip.

oh, she was driving him crazy.

fuck it, he thought, and he leaned in, lips meeting hers. the kiss was messy and rough, teeth clashing, lips colliding hedonistically. the feeling of her against him caused him to growl in hunger, hands stretching around her midriff. he pulled away, breathless.

“do you want me, my lord?” she whispered.

he groaned. “yes.”

“then take me.”

alarm shot through the man. “here? what if someone sees?!”

y/n reached for him this time, her lips against his, moving in unison. it was softer, messier if possible, their tongues melting against each other.

“you’re the fire lord. no one will question you.”

her words ignited something in him. he held her tighter, hands snaking lower and gripping the fat of her ass. this movement elicited a moan within the woman, sinfully sweet. the pair lowered themselves to the grass, zuko’s back against a tree with y/n between his legs, pressing soft kisses along his jaw.

his jaw, then his neck, then her hands were clambering at his robes, pulling them off roughly as if she was desperate to uncover what lay beneath them. her hands were cold against the warmth of his skin, caressing against his scars and callouses with practiced intent. her small hand finally stopped its exploration when it settled in his crotch.

“keep going.” he groaned, and she smiled almost cheekily. his head was swimming with the thought of her.

she gripped the base of his crotch, her grasp firm and eliciting a sharp gasp out of the man. she pumped the length of his cock a few times, her finger stroking the slit of his tip. then, suddenly, she lowered her head, poking out her tongue and licking a long stripe across the length of his tip. zuko shuddered, hands flying out as if to grip something and steady himself.

y/n sucked the tip of his cock with expert precision, flattening her tongue to lick across the ridges, sucking every last drop of pre cum out of his cock. she began bobbing her head, fucking his cock with her mouth over and over again.

the lewd sounds that resounded across the garden sent even more blood rushing to zuko’s cock. spit trickled down her chin, tears pricking at her eyes and threatening to spill. the sight alone made zuko groan once more, his hands gripping the grass beneath him. steam surfaced from his pores, his face red and flushed.

a knot of pleasure built up in his stomach, growing and growing before bursting suddenly. white flashed across zuko’s eyes, his legs trembling as his release washed over him, cum spurting from his cock and painting her throat with white. y/n slurped greedily, sucking every last drop before finally pulling off of him.

“my my, that was fast.” she teased, and zuko huffed, eyes heavy with pleasure.

“come here. i want to feel you.” he ordered, a finger beckoning her closer. the sight of her fucked out face was enough to get his cock hard once more.

y/n obliged, crawling onto his lap and gathering the ends of her nightgown in her hands. she straddled his bulge. she grinded herself against him a few times, wetness spreading between them.

“my my,” zuko mocked. “no panties, aren’t we slutty?”

y/n smirked, her hands snaking across his neck for stability. she grinded against him again, rolling her hips harder. zuko leaned forward and pressed a slow kiss to her lips.

y/n lifted herself up slightly, lining his cock with her entrance, before slowly, so annoyingly slowly, sinking herself down into him. zuko’s breath hitched, his heart racing. she was so tight, so good, almost too good. the feeling of her plush walls against him was enough to send him into a panic, the pleasure overwhelming. y/n bottomed out finally, rolling her hips once again, slower this time.

“fuck!“ he exclaimed, hands gripping her ass.

y/n gave him no time to adjust, she began fucking herself greedily against him. her pursuit was relentless, bouncing on top of him over and over again, pretty little moans spilling from her lips. even through the material of her nightdress, zuko could see her tits bouncing up and down, the feeling sending waves of pleasure through him.

he wasn’t going to last long, he knew that. it had been a while since he was intimate with anyone. he didn’t want to neglect her own pleasure. the thought seemed to kick him into drive. his large hands travelled higher, gripping her waist tightly and lifting her up a bit, before driving into her.

“fuck! it’s too much!” she cried, eyes rolling into the back of her head.

“you can take it.” zuko groaned into her ear, pressing a kiss to her earlobe.

she was squeezing him so tightly, the obscene sounds turning him on even more. he couldn’t believe he ever rejected her, rejected this. this was heaven, if not better. between her legs was where he found solace, where he found salvation. he could fuck her forever.

“my lord-”

“that’s not my name.” he growled, desperate to hear it roll off of her tongue.

“zuko! ‘m gonna cum!” she cried, tears spilling from her eyes once again.

zuko’s forever was a longtime and y/n was a sensitive woman. her vision went white, her legs limp as her release crashed over her like waves against a rocky shore. her body tingled and her moans broken against his lips.

zuko was right behind her. his thrusts became sloppy, his grip tightened as he ploughed into her. then with one jerky thrust, his release spilling into her; painting her walls white. his breath hitched and a cracked groan broke from his lips.

they sat like that for a while, his cock still inside of her, their foreheads slick with sweat pressed against each other. zuko’s skin prickled with heat, his breath shaky. he kissed her again, chaste pecks against her lips.

the fire nation would have its heir, zuko was sure of it. and he may still not like the idea of concubines; but that just meant he’d have to wed y/n l/n to clear his conscience.

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[James Chao x reader]

→ NOTES: MDNI, oral (male receiving), dom!James (man gatekeeps his girl), noncon, third wheel Martin, read at your own risk! English is my second language <3

"Bro, why would you treat her that way?"

James gives his younger brother a weary look. He takes off his in-ear monitors and puts them back in place. Martin - though his heart is burning - calmly waits for a reasonable answer.

"It's our business, why do you care?"

"She wants to be free and comfortable, you know that. And she's my friend, how can I act like there's nothing wrong?"

James doesn't bat an eye, he can't remember how many times Martin has questioned him about how he cares for his girlfriend. Too many times, James is used to it, but he never allows the young man to interfere in his relationship. He has his own way of caring for his lover; Martin, having never had a lover before, wouldn't understand.

"Stop with the tone. Talking that much won't make her love you. Just stop, bro."

James knows perfectly well that Martin has always had a crush on his girlfriend. Poor guy, but he doesn't care, because he's always been the chosen one, and once you are with him, it's impossible to leave. The boy simply has no place in your heart.

"Hurry up, or the fans will catch up." James indifferently picks up his bag and rushes out of the waiting room, leaving the boy scratching his head in irritation.

The car ride back to the dorm is deadly silent, no one dares utter a word. The other three teenagers understand what is happening, they know silence is best.

After the final event of the year, everyone return to their hometowns. Being foreign members, with families too far away, and the plane tickets are just too expensive, James and you decide to stay in the dorm.

While heading to the door, Martin notices you with your head bows, you are wiping your eyes with your hand, trying not to let the tears fall. James is still somewhere in the house, talking to him now would only complicate things. Martin regretfully looks at you one last time, then turns and walks straight out of the door, feeling frustrated. He might just text you later.

Soon the house is empty again, no longer filled with the playful laughter of your friends, replaced instead by the sound of running water from the bathroom. You sit on James's bed, knees draw up, patiently waiting for him to finish showering.

The bathroom door creaks open, James dries his feet and steps out. The towel still clings to his hair, water trickling from the ends of his hair down his nose, then to his lips and chin, looking incredibly tempting. As other holidays when it is just the two of you, after showering, he's almost naked except for his lower body wrapped in a tower. He calmly walks into the room, finds the hairdryer by Juhoon's bed, and goes back out (not because he is deliberately ignoring your presence, but because he knows you don't like the noise of the hairdryer).

You impatiently lie down on the bed. The sweet peach scent you usually find on his skin is truly irritating. Yet you cannot resist. Grabbing the blanket beside you, you bury your face in it, inhaling incessantly.

His actions today were unacceptable, you think. However, deep down, something makes you feel that what he did was somewhat manly, making you unable to leave him despite your anger. You hide your face in the soft duvet, trying to suppress the mournful moans, whether out of helplessness or because your lower body is automatically rubbing against the blanket, you don't even know.

"Sit up."

James' voice barely reaches your ears, and instinctively, you spring up. Seeing him in a small towel, your cheeks flushed. His abs, arms, and bare shoulders, though you has seen them countless times, still make you shy. Probably those are the main reasons you cannot leave him.

"So... Do you realize your mistake?" He leans closer, getting straight to the point, his right hand grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

He's fucking handsome.

You frowns, your lips purse – signs of protest. James repeats, this time in a much more serious tone. "Cat got your tongue? Do you realize your mistake?" Facing him like this, you don't know whether to be angry or kiss him in the face. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to shake your head even though his hand holds your chin firmly.

"Fucking stubborn."

James sighs and releases your pitiful face. He switches off the main lights in the room, and the duck-shaped nightlight - the one he bought just because you complained the room was too dark at night - is switched on instead.

James doesn't understand. Everything he does has a reason, he does it for you. So why do you always get on his nerves? Is it because he isn't enough for you?

He always tell you to show little skin when attending events with the group, partly because he's afraid of public gossip, and partly because he's afraid of other guys eyeing you. James loves everything about you, he loves looking at you with heart-shaped eyes and touching you however he wants. But other guys don't have that right. You ignored his warnings from morning till night and chose to wear a revealing, strapless top that made him insanely jealous.

James acknowledges the term "your body, your choice" that Martin always say around you, but if the boy had a hot girlfriend as you, wouldn't he be jealous? He also noticed, Martin (and apparently Keonho too) peaked at your bare skin at least ten times tonight. If it's not for them being in the same group, he would have poke their eyes out. And you keep on smiling and chatting with the boys non-stop even though he was sitting right next to you. James knew Martin's gaze, all that was missing was a bed, Martin would devour you alive right there and then. Why couldn't you see that?

And when Martin put his hand on your bare shoulders to comfort you bawling your eyes out, James wanted to explode on the spot. He waited for the camera to pan away then offered you his jacket, you refused every time, but he couldn't lose his temper in front of so many people.

When the event ended, backstage, he kicked other guys out of the waiting room and confronted you in front of Martin.

Obviously, the boy sided with you, but James countered everything he said. Eventually too embarrassed, you left the room, leaving the men in an awkward situation.

If you didn't know Martin had a crush on you, James wouldn't have been so angry with him, with both of you. But you knew perfectly well, he thought you just wanted to provoke him.

At the moment, James is staring at you, unsure what to do. Should he really force you this time?

Seeing him turn off the lights, you understood what is about to happen and immediately deny it. "Don't even think about it. I didn't do anything wrong."

Oh, goddamn it.

"You're getting more and more naughty, aren't you?"

"Because you don't trust me like Martin does," you say, almost scolding him.

"Watch it."

His lips twitches. How dare you utter those words? He's trying to protect you and this is the thanks he get? How can he trust you now? Should he let you do whatever you want?

"Say that brat's name again?" You flinch slightly.

As he steps closer, you move back. His eyes widen, his eyebrows furrow. He is already (excited) annoyed all night, and yet you still give him attitude. James grabs your ankle and pulls you forcefully towards him. You lose your balance and fall backward, but his hands catch your back. He holds your waist and lifts you up, then places you on the floor, pressing you down on your shoulders to force you to kneel. Your knees hit the floor painfully. You try to stand up, but his hands meet your neck, enough force to make you feel pain, but not enough to suffocate you.

"From this moment on, you do what I say. Don't you dare talk back."

He's satisfied with your silence.

"Now you know what to do, right?" He growls, "Take off the towel."

You hesitate for a moment. He tightens his grip, receiving a high-pitched, interrupted cry. You know you couldn't escape him anymore, so you reluctantly obey.

Facing you, the towel bulges into a small tent at his private part. You close your eyes again, untying the knot at his side, letting the towel slip down. His other hand pats your cheek. "Open your eyes."

James' cock stands stiff and straight. The tip flares like a mushroom, the shaft thick and long enough, covered with blue and red twitching veins. You shiver. He's fully naked, bare skin exposing to you like a piece of fresh meat, without any hesitation.

His hand moves from your neck to your cheek, stroking and caressing it gently, as if coaxing you. "Be a good girl." He slightly pulls your head forward.

You tilt your head, placing your lips on his cock. Your hands rest on his hips for balance. James' whole body still faintly smells of sweet shower gel, helping to cool down the butterflies in your stomach. His shamelessness makes you feel embarrassed. You initially wanted to refuse this, but now you are just well-behaved.

James remains calm, watching you slowly place small kisses from the base to the tip. A wave of excitement begins to surge within him, he's aroused holding you tightly in his hands like this, completely controlling you like a puppet. You kiss the tip, slightly parting your lips, your tiny tongue gliding over the pre-cum leaking from the head. Every movement of yours is slow and sensual, he feels as if you are savoring this moment.

"Look up here." He leans slightly forward, his eyes meeting yours as you begin licking around his dick. Wherever your tongue touches, he tingles. He doesn't rush you, you gentleness giving him a sense of power.

You don't need to be told what to do. Skillfully licks spread from top to bottom, then back up again, not missing a single millimeter. Your slightly wet doe eyes looks up at him, you looks so innocent, yet being forced to do such humiliating things. You bring the tip into your mouth, your tongue rhythmically wrapping around it, slowly sucking.

Seeing you obey, the pleasure building up inside makes him suddenly impatient. He runs his hand through your hair, gripping it tightly, and pushes your head down. Perhaps because of the length, when the tip reaches the back of your throat, your lips are slightly distance from the neatly trimmed hair. However, the masculine scent still wafts up your nostrils, causing you to involuntarily breathe a little harder. The feeling of his thick cock pushing deep into your mouth is overwhelming but you cannot pull away.

James loosens his grip. "A little faster, please, my princess?"

Your head moves up and down automatically. Your saliva clings to his entire cock, dripping down the base, onto your chin and his balls. He moans, tilting his head back, closing his eyes, enjoying the pleasure. Your head, tongue, and hands moves instinctively, besides the parts you could suck on, you use your hands to caress. You surely enjoy this, since the moans escaping from his mouth are unbearably seductive, making you craving his touch.

"A-argh, fuck, my love, you're doing so well. Please, don't stop. I love you, I love you the most!"

He whispers affectionate words, his mind clouded by lust. From growling to purring, he helps you by thrusting in and out of your mouth more powerful. You are also aroused, but besides making soft moans, you cannot do anything else. If you touch yourself, James would get annoyed, he only want him to satisfy you.

"You're so beautiful, so sweet for me. l love you. I love you so much."

James looks at you like a lovesick man. He was afraid that if he wasn't strict with you, you would slip out of his arms and leave. Suddenly, he wants to pick you up and fuck you everywhere in the house. If he fucks you in Martin's bed, would you be embarrassed and avoid the boy? He craves to mark you with his love, so that no one would dare approach you again.

"Baby, do you know how naughty you were today? Shall I punish you? Shall I fuck you numb in Martin's bed?"

You are terrified when you hear him, your pupils dilate, your face turns bright red, and you stutter, "N-no, no!"

"So what am I supposed to do now?"

He smirks, amused by your panicked expression. He seems genuinely serious about this idea. "Fuck, suck my cock harder. If you do well, I'll consider forgive your behaviour." You hopelessly nod, your legs ache, you have to continuously adjust your posture. If only you could bite him in order to wipe that damn gorgeous smirk away.

James gasps, feeling the coming pleasure, then thrust hard, the head of his dick hitting your burning throat. "Swallow it all," he grunts, pressing your head further, the thick, white fluid shooting close to the end of your tongue, nearly making you choke. You struggle to swallow it down. James removes his hand from your hair, stroke your cheek, and only releases your mouth when he's sure that it's empty.

He bends down, lifts you onto the bed, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, and kneels to massage your bruised knees. James feels sorry for you.

He kisses your left cheek, then the other side, then your lips. "Next time, don't argue with me, okay?"

"Yes, James." Your obedience is all he desires.

James kisses you gently, without any lust. Seeing your legs rubbing against each other repeatedly, he understands. He wants to make up for his tough behavior earlier evening.

But before he could do anything else, the door bursts open, and a familiar blond head peeks inside. "Has anyone seen my wallet— WHAT THE FUCK??? JAMES, ARE YOU NAKED???!!!"

Warnings : No warnings for this part, the smut is coming in the next parts

Also, English is not my first langage !

If you spot any mistakes, feel free to let me know! I'd love to improve my English (and the story).

There will be 3 parts !

Part 2/ Part 3

Chapter 16, Jean loo, is up! I had around 7 different people asking for the French toilet, so I hope him justice!

I ran out of tags so I might mark this fic as completed and make a sequel fic, we'll see. If you have advice on that, let me know!

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content warning; — none

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warning(s): death threats, mentions of death + injuries + blood, reader thinking she’s going to die + accepts it, neteyam going apeshit on an avatar soldier, reader being stabbed, mentions of brutal killings / violence, reader crying, & a bit of dark!neteyam

lawnol a mì te’lan by @vampsywrites

tags: DEATH, ANGST, FEM! OMATICAYA READER, grieving, blood, gunshot wounds, sibling arguments, lo'ak and neteyam's tense situation, fighting, mentions of punching, funeral, established relationships, flashbacks, war

peace by @carpecaelo

synopsis: neteyam tries his best to keep his spirits high as he and his family settle into their new home. his efforts seem to not be in vain as he was brought momentary peace by two somewhat familiar faces. though one of those faces gave him so much more.

Afab!Reader x Tomura Shigaraki

Smut! Read at your own risk <3

I'm sorry but this man gives me🦋🦋🦋🦋

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

Okay so, small detail. I feel like instead of wearing those full-cover gloves, he'd wear gloves that were fingerless (if they are allowed).

You just wanted a cute tattoo, you didn't think you'd get... a sneaky link as well.

.・゜゜・.・゜゜・

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