⋆˚𝜗 𝚂𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙴 𝜚˚⋆

Deep breath. Grip the steering wheel a little tighter. Focus on the parking lot. Bite down the anxiety that feels like it’s ripping your stomach lining apart.

Five.

You shouldn’t be here. You know that. But…

Four.

You promised him you would never get involved. Not in any of this shit.

Three.

You kind of wish you had a coffee or something. Maybe a shot. The amount of adrenaline coursing through your system is nearly unbearable and you haven’t even started moving yet.

Two.

The passenger door is ripped open, and Craig Cody nearly knocks you into the window with how quickly he barrels into the car.

“Drive!”

“Nope.” Your voice is steady. Firm.

“What?!” What, indeed. You don’t care how they usually do this, but no one is jumping into a moving car today.

One.

Pope moves into the backseat like a wraith, sliding in with a duffel bag over his shoulder and Deran and Jay right behind him.

He opens his mouth, the word ‘move’ a sharp crack from his lips before his dark eyes land right. The fuck. Onto you.

“No.”

“Hey, honey.” Your voice is tight. Too bright. “Long day?”

He’s looking at Craig, now. Oh boy, he might kill him before he kills you.

“She’s obviously gonna get a cut.” Craig says, like that helps, and you grip the steering wheel a little more tightly. Check the rearview again.

“Get out of the car.” He’s speaking to you, and you don’t have time to tell him he’s being overprotective.

“Seatbelts.”

“Are you serious right-“

“Shut up, Craig. Seatbelts.”

You hear four clicks. A few grumbles. You feel Pope’s eyes burning into the back of your head.

You slam your foot on the gas.

-

Within about four minutes, the smell of burning rubber is making your eyes water. The flash of blue lights is making them burn. The feeling of your husband’s eyes locked onto the back of your head is making your skin prickle.

“Fucking - stop it!” You finally shout, whipping around another corner and risking two seconds of releasing the wheel in favor of putting your hand over his face. It’s a childish move, sure, but the weight of his gaze is too heavy and you’re moving too fast to deal with it right now. He catches your hand, squeezes it once in an almost painfully instinctive way, and releases it just before you whip around another corner.

“Jesus Christ! Where did you learn to drive like this?!” Deran shouts, hands braced on the backseat to keep himself steady and eyes blown wide as he looks at you like you just grew a second head.

“I don’t know! Grand Theft Auto?” You try, and you sound a little more shrill than you would like to.

Craig is laughing. Jay is silent. You think Pope might have an aneurism.

“Wall! Wall!” He suddenly shouts, and grabs at you like he might shield you from the inevitable crash.

You swerve out of the way with less than a second to spare, feel his arm locked around your chest from behind your seat, and giggle like an absolute lunatic.

This time, when he looks at you in the rearview mirror, you can barely read his expression. His eyes are wide, filled with panic and surprise, and you giggle again, the fear and adrenaline overflowing from you in what might be the worst form possible.

Yeah, he’s definitely gonna kill you.

-

The moment the car stops, Pope launches out of the back, and you know what’s about to happen before he even makes it to your door.

“You think he’s gonna kill me?” Craig asks, still grinning, still riding the same adrenaline high that’s making your blood hum in your veins.

You look at him, and grin right back. “Oh yeah. You’re dead, dude.”

Your car door rips open, and Craig even reaches forward to unbuckle your seatbelt for you before Pope Cody lifts you right out of the fucking car.

He carries you around to the other side of the building like you weigh less than a paperweight, placing you on your feet in the alley and caging you against the brick wall. His eyes are burning into yours, so intense you can feel the weight of his gaze like a fucking anvil on your shoulders.

“I know you’re mad, but-“

To your surprise, he kisses you. He kisses you so hard that, if it weren’t for his hand flying up to protect the back of your head, the force of it might slam you back against the wall hard enough to concuss you.

His body envelops yours. His hands slide over your cheeks to cradle your face in a way that’s almost more possessive than adoring, lips moving against your own with a desperation that has your knees shaking.

“I…” It is painfully difficult to think when his teeth are scraping over your lower lip, when his tongue is tracing the sting of it like it’s second nature. “Mm, I thought you were mad.”

His hands skate down your body, wrapping around the backs of your thighs and lifting you against him so he can press you more tightly against the wall and kiss you even harder.

“Furious.” He growls, pulling back to brush his nose over the hollow of your throat. “I’m fucking furious.”

“You’re sending some very mixed signals about it.”

His hips grind against yours, and he swallows your gasp of pleasure with another kiss. It’s all tongues and teeth, like he’s trying to taste the lingering adrenaline on your tongue while still trying to cling to his anger that you were driving the car in the first place.

“If Craig calls you on a job,” his hand is sliding up beneath your shirt, supporting you with one arm and still kissing you like you’re the only source of oxygen he’s ever tasted, “don’t fucking answer.”

“He said it was an emergency.”

“I don’t care.”

He hikes you up a little higher, hips grinding against yours, and cuts off your gasp with another rough kiss.

You smile against his lips, and his hands grip your thighs a little more tightly.

“I did good, though.”

He growls at that, pressing you tighter against the wall.

“I could have lost you.”

“But I did good.”

He kisses you again, like he’s trying to change the subject, and you catch his chin to keep him in place.

Because you know damn well why you’re up against this wall, and it isn’t just because he was worried about your safety. You can feel it in the quickness of his breath. In the tight grip on your thighs.

He likes to take care of you, but he knows you’re not delicate. Not breakable. And as protective as he can be, he fucking loves it.

“Say it.” You murmur, a smile still tugging on the corners of your lips. “I kicked ass.”

His eyes burn into yours, pushing forward to press his forehead against your own.

“You did…” oh, he doesn’t want to say it. He doesn’t want to encourage this, but he knows you’re right and he doesn’t want to admit how much it’s turning him the fuck on, “…you did good.”

“I kicked ass.” Your lips brush over his. His hands tighten even more on your body.

“Don’t push it.”

You grin, and when you kiss him again he groans so low that you can feel it in your bones.

And he really might take you right there in the alley, if it weren’t for Craig.

“Yo, put your dick away for five minutes. We gotta get this shit packed up.”

You both turn your heads, both breathless, and whatever look Pope gives his brother has the larger man raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Just sayin’, a public indecency charge isn’t gonna make the rest of this shit look good.”

“Cockblock.” You grumble.

“Adrenaline junkie.” He quips back, smile widening.

Your husband makes a frustrated noise, lowering you to your feet and pressing his nose into your temple in that odd affectionate way he has. You smile, turn your head to kiss cheek, and feel him brush his fingers over your waist one last time before he reluctantly pulls back.

As you walk with him back into the alley, Craig throws his arm over your shoulder, squeezing you hard enough to make you nearly stumble. “You kicked ass.”

You laugh, and lean into his side as Pope turns to glare at him. “Do not encourage her.”

Craig ignores him. Squeezes your shoulders again. “Wanna help load up the car?”

“What’s my cut?”

“Atta girl.”

And, though Pope doesn’t turn around again, still emanating pure rage, you can see the corners of his lips twitch in the smallest hint of a smile.

Well, he may not have killed you, but you’re definitely in for it later, and you’re pretty confident you won’t be complaining.

aang is the one who’d worship your body and move with you rather than just rutting against you.

his eyes would often sparkle with an unbidden adoration for you, slotting himself between your thighs like you were something sacred. he feels your body beneath his, relishing in the disparity between his hardness compared to your softness.

your hero’s voice would take on an almost reverent tone, allowing you to feel the way his calloused hand outline the curve of your body. warmth quickly rushes through your veins when you felt aang’s warm hands settled over your fluttering sex.

he admires the beauty of you, eyes darkening considerably when he slides a finger within your heat. upon feeling the way your silky walls clench around him, he knew he would not be able to hold back much longer. keeping a hand pressed down on your abdomen, never once breaking eye contact with you when he slowly begins stroking himself to full hardness.

the avatar spreads your legs wide open for him, allowing him to brush the tip of his cock against your entrance before slowly sheathing himself within your slick. your back inevitably arches in response to his gentle intrusion, allowing his hands to lightly grip at your hips before lifting them slightly off of the bed. aang then proceeds to thrust his cock in and out of you, setting a pace that wasn’t too fast nor too slow-

but was more than enough to allow you to feel every inch of him.

running on pure instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you allowed aang to surge forward and capture your lips in a searing kiss-

never wanting this moment to end as he brought you to heaven over and over again.

sokka would always be willing to make you laugh even when tangled in such an intimate dance with you.

there was a neediness you had never felt before when sokka presses you against the wall of a random building. his usually half-lidded eyes (ones that were always filled with amusement) were dark with desire for you.

he whispers a few naughty phrases within your ear, sliding off your dress before angling his cock in front of your entrance. he teases the underside of your cunt for a few moments, collecting the evidence of your arousal for a brief second before sheathing himself completely within your heat in one, swift thrust.

apparently, he had underestimated just how powerful his entrance could be, as you found your head being hit against the brick wall, earning a low hiss of pain from you.

the panic was clear within sokka’s eyes, his cock still rock hard as he was buried half deep inside of you. almost immediately, he begins rubbing comforting circles at the back of your head. all too ready to pull out if you were in pain, he was ready to leave you when the feel of your legs tightening around his waist prevents him from doing so.

you smile at him before giggling softly, causing your lover to visibly relax. confusion was seen in his gaze, and you simply shook your head before ultimately undulating your hips against him, the feel of your hips moving up and down his cock nearly unraveling him. letting out a groan of your name, sokka buried his face with the curve of your neck. lifting up one of your legs, he keeps you pressed against the brick wall before pounding into you-

allowing your cries and moans to echo through the city.

zuko expresses his love with a silent devotion.

candles would surround your shared bedroom as the fire lord settles your body back against the silk sheets. his gaze remains hungry for you, and you swore that his eyes could trail a blaze of fire down your form. your breathing hitches upon feeling his hand on your neck, giving it a light squeeze before trailing downwards.

with a deliberate slowness, zuko would spread your legs for him before inevitably settling himself between them. seeing the way his powerful body lays so completely languidly whilst between your legs causes a sudden warmth to settle against your cheeks. you watch as he closes his eyes, rubbing the scarred half of it between the silky feel of your thighs. he basks in the sweet and musky scent coming between your legs-

allowing his mouth to water before pressing his nose against the underside of your cunt. keeping his eyes clenched shut, you suddenly felt a jolt of red hot pleasure coursing through your veins. your hands automatically delves themselves into his hair, feeling your beloved firebender devouring you like you were his last meal.

mewls of his name would fall from your lips coupled along with his grunts of your name. the sensation of his deep grunts would send pinpricks of pleasure down your spine, and when you could feel your release approaching you-

your hands already tightening your hold on his hair-

zuko would pull away, not allowing you to bask in your release.

cries of frustration would be ripped from your throat as you clawed at the sheets. you were ready to lash out at the cocky man had he not suddenly slid his thick cock within your heat, making your walls flutter and clench around him just seconds later.

with your cries quickly morphing into desperate moans of his name, you allow zuko to pound himself into you, eyes set ablaze when he sees the way your breasts bounces in tune with his movements.

and when he suddenly leans forward to capture a hardened nipple within his hot mouth all while thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace-

you knew that you were an absolute goner now, never once wishing for this achingly intimate embrace to end.

end notes: i’m too sick to edit ;;;;;;;;;;;; so just have this in its clear, unedited and messy form.