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tonberry-yoda · 1 year

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A Nice Girl - Zuko

Pairing - Zuko x f!reader

Warnings - none!!

Word Count - 3,211

Notes - I have been pumping out these really long fics lately lmaoooo. i dont mean to i just simply get carried away. i need to stop before i get a block tho lmao. AND IM ALMOST AT 400 FOLLOWERS OMG!!! im like so excited about it tbh. maybe ill open my request when we get there. thank you all and i hope you're all well. stay hydrated!!

You yawned and stretched, the silk from your nightgown tickling you. That had to have been the best sleep you have gotten these past couple of weeks. As the oldest in the “gaang” at 17 years old, you had to act as the mother of the group and felt this awful need to protect everyone all the time, thus granting you several sleepless nights.

Sure, Ba Sing Se didn't feel like home and it didn't feel 100% safe either, but you got to sleep in a comfy bed and wear some really nice clothes. You had to admit that it was nice to be working with the Avatar sometimes.

You pushed your tangled hair out of your face and looked into the full length mirror next to your bed. Yeah, you definitely slept well, that was no question. You could tell by the rat’s nest created on your head and the sleep lines across your arms and face. You definitely needed to wash up before you started your day.

You got out of bed, stretching as the sun kissed your warm cheeks. You were going to make the best out of today. Lots of planning, but lots of downtime too, so that was nice.

As you finally walked out of your room, you were welcomed to cackling laughter from Sokka, his finger pointed at you.

“Ha, ha,” you said sarcastically, Katara handing you a brush. “Very funny, Sokka.”

“Not just funny,” he said through laughter. “It’s hilarious, y/n! You look so stupid!!!”

You rolled your eyes, hiding a smile, and tamed the rat’s nest on your head, looking a little more yourself.

Aang walked in the house holding a bowl of snacks with a smile on his face. “Oh, good morning, y/n! You sure slept in this morning!”

“Slept in?” You tilted your head. “What time is it?”

Katara took the brush from you and set it down on a nearby drawer. “Almost 10 am.”

“What?!” You were shocked. You were usually the first one up always and if not, you never slept past 8.

Katara giggled. “Listen, y/n. I think it's great that you finally got some sleep. We never really see you rest well, so none of us had the heart to wake you up.”

You beamed. “You guys are the best. Well,” you stretched. “I'm gonna get washed up so I don't look like a sleepy monster all day.” Something about Ba Sing Se gave you the creeps, but at the same time, it was nice to be back in a place where you could bathe in warm water and not fear Zuko coming after you. It's not like you had anything against the Fire Nation prince… it's more like… he was an inconvenience to you and the rest of the gaang. Since you and Zuko were about the same age, you understood him. Well, kinda. You escaped the Fire Nation when you were younger, disagreeing with all of their ideals and overall how they treated the world. You did see the prince as Fire Nation scum, but at the same time, you saw him as a kid, just like you. He was banished for god knows what and he just wanted to go home. You didn't hate Zuko. Not one bit. You understood that he may just be in some sort of hidden pain. But you had to admit that it was kinda nice to not have him around to bother you.

You got out of the shower refreshed and ready for the day. It was nice to have a day off, so you were probably going to get some tea and write in your journal about how the past couple of weeks have been. You figured it would be nice to log everything that has ever happened on this little journey just in case you all wanted a refresher in the next twenty years or so. You slipped on some Earth Nation attire and smiled at yourself in the mirror as you braided your hair. Today is going to be a good day, you thought. Nothing better than tea and some late breakfast.

“I'm going out for the day,” you said, placing your bag on your shoulder. “Stay out of trouble today, got it?”

You looked at Aang and he laughed. “I will, I will! Have a nice day, okay, y/n? You deserve it.”

“You’re all too kind to me. Thank you.”

“And let me know if you find Appa!”

“I will, don't worry.”

You smiled and walked out of the house, smelling the fresh Earth Nation air. Luckily, the walls didn't cover the fresh air, so you could still get the almost afternoon breath.

You spent the beginning of the day walking around shops, buying some supplies and new clothes for yourself and the others. The markets were busy, but it was nice to get some of the things you needed without Aang begging for some stupid trinket that you always ended up buying him because you thought it was cool too. That was always your impulse, stupid things that Aang showed you. Those could be the death of you.

As you finally finished your browsing journey, you overheard a conversation while looking over a map.

“I swear their tea has gotten better.”

“Really? I dunno.”

“I'm serious. It has to be the best tea shop in Ba Sing Se.”

“Fine, we can go try it later.”

You turned to the two men a little embarrassed that you were eavesdropping. “S-Sorry, but I was kinda listening to your conversation… uh… where’s that tea shop you were talking about? I've been trying to find a nice place to get some tea all morning.”

The man hyping up the shop smiled at you. “Don't worry about eavesdropping, kiddo. It's right here.” He pointed to the map you were looking at and you were satisfied that it wasn't too far from where you currently were.

You thanked the man and began your journey to the shop. It was a little closer to afternoon and you could feel your stomach rumbling, so you just decided to skip right to lunch.

You walked into the tea shop and saw people smiling and laughing together, the heavenly scent of tea filling your senses. You were quickly seated at a lone booth and given a menu. Everything looked so good, you could swear that you were about to drool just thinking about food.

You decided to order something that the waitress recommended and as she walked away, you flipped through your journal, going over everything that you and the gaang had been through. You quietly laughed to yourself as you passed a page that said: note to self - slap Zuko’s bald head at least once. Imagine the sound that would make.

It’s definitely been a long trip of both laughter and struggle, and honestly, you were really happy. You don't remember the last time you had laughed so hard before you met Aang and the others. It was nice. Really nice.

“Here’s your tea. Is there anything else you need?” Your tea was set in front of you along with your lunch and you tilted your head at the familiar voice that wasn't your waitress from earlier. It was on the tip of your tongue.

“I think I'm alright, thank-” You looked up and the smile you had suddenly dropped. No way. “Zu-”

Before you could say his full name, Zuko covered your mouth and quickly let go, hoping no one saw or heard any of that. “P-Please don't.”

“But you’re-”

“I know,” Zuko’s voice was low. “Just… can we talk… in the back?”

You looked around the restaurant at all of the other people and back at Zuko. He looked so different. Barely recognizable. His face didn't look so pissed off and he had a short head of hair now that looked healthy. The only reason you recognized him was the scar, but honestly, if he covered it up somehow, you wouldn't have a clue that he was the prince of the Fire Nation.

You nodded and stood up, collecting your things. You followed Zuko to the back, almost a little scared. You had no means of defending yourself. You were a non bender, so if he wanted to pick a fight, you were screwed. You didn't even have a simple weapon on you. Maybe you were getting too cozy.

Zuko brushed off a small table and pulled out a chair for you, which you sat in with slight hesitation.

“How did you get into Ba Sing Se?” You didn't mean to sound so defensive. Well, you did, but you weren't expecting to. Especially not on such a good day like this.

“It's… a long story.”

“Why are you here?”

“Listen… It’s not for the Avatar.”

“Huh? Is that so?” You crossed your arms and looked him dead in the eye. “Then explain to me how you always end up where we just so happen to be. That’s suspicious, isn't it?”

“I-”

“If you hurt Aang, I swear to-”

“I don't care about Aang right now!”

The whole room went quiet. You had never heard Zuko say Aang’s name before, let alone not care about what the Avatar is doing.

“Then why…”

“I have my own stuff to deal with. It's none of your business, okay? I do have a life outside of the Avatar, you know.”

You nodded and looked down at your tea. “I'm… assuming your uncle made this?” You giggled softly.

“Yeah. He did.” Zuko’s voice was small and way less frustrated.

“So that’s why this tea shop has hype all of a sudden.” You wondered aloud, your eyes wandering to the ceiling.

Zuko cleared his throat and shuffled in his spot. “So… uh… what now?”

“Promise not to hurt Aang and I won't say a word about you being here. I believe that you have your own stuff to deal with, so prove it to me.”

“I promise.”

Your eyes locked with his and you smiled, shocking Zuko a bit. You smiled at him, the guy that’s been trying to hurt you and your friends this whole time. The guy who would’ve done anything for the Avatar to be in his hands.

“You probably hate me, don't you?” Zuko spat out, rubbing the back of his neck.

You tilted your head. “Hate’s a strong word, don't you think?”

Zuko looked at you, appalled. “I mean, I would understand if you did.”

“It's been a long road for you, hasn't it, Zuko?”

He nodded at you and you pointed to the other side of the table, just realizing that he was standing that entire time. “Let’s share some tea.”

“I-I don't know if that’s a good idea.” Zuko took a step back.

“Ah, I see,” you stood up, scooting your chair back in. “You’re a busy man with a job now.”

He just nodded at you.

“Well, I'll let you get to it then, but I expect to see you at 6 tonight ready to hang out, okay?”

“Wh-What?! Won't your friends notice that you’re gone?”

You just smiled, collecting your things. “Zuko, I do have a life outside of the Avatar, you know.”

Zuko’s face went bright red as you walked out of the room with a smirk on your face. It was actually kinda cute to see Zuko not being some evil kid with his heart set on hurting anyone.

“You’re leaving?” Sokka whined, watching you grab your bag.

“Yes Sokka,” you said for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I'm leaving. I just want to go get dinner out by myself tonight. Maybe go for a nice walk.”

“Aww man,” Sokka pouted, crossing his arms. “Who’s gonna make dinner now?”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping on your lips. “Sokka, I left some money on the table. You guys should go out and get something to eat tonight.”

“Why aren't you coming with us?” Sokka tilted his head, counting the money on the table.

“I just want to go out by myself tonight, that’s all.”

“So you’re just gonna have a lonely dinner all by yourself?” Sokka questioned, looking skeptical.

“Yes!”

“She’s lying.” Everyone turned to Toph and your face went bright red. You forgot she could tell if you were lying or not, and it definitely didn't help that you were outside on the concrete so Toph could really feel right through you.

Sokka turned back to you quickly. “You’re going to dinner with someone?”

“Fine, yes, I am, so what?”

“Who is it?”

You rolled your eyes, already late. “Just somebody.”

“Is it a boy?” Sokka gave you a mocking look and you pushed his face away.

“Fine, whatever! It's a boy! So what?! Now let me leave before I'm late. Have a nice dinner everyone.” You waved at the group and ran to the tea shop, hoping that Zuko didn't leave yet.

The bell rang as you opened the shop door. “Sorry, we’re not serving tea anymore, we’re closing at the moment,” a familiar voice said. Iroh peeked his head out, surprised to see you. “y/n?”

You smiled, “hi Iroh.”

“How are you?” Iroh set down the broom he was holding and pulled you into a soft embrace. You never told the others, but you spent quite a bit of time talking to Zuko’s uncle when you got the chance. He was a wise man and kind as well. Maybe that's why you understood Zuko so well, you had someone to give you some insight on the boy.

“I'm good, Iroh. How are you?”

“Oh I'm fine,” he beamed at you, pulling away from the hug. “I'm getting to live my lifelong dream of making tea for the people of Ba Sing Se, so that feels pretty nice.”

“Well, you are the best at making tea, Iroh.”

“Oh, stop. You’re so full of flattery, y/n.” Iroh blushed with a smile. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

“Is your nephew here?”

“You’re looking for Zuko?” Iroh cocked an eyebrow at you and you chuckled, surprised that you were even here.

“I am.”

Iroh gave you a skeptical look, but honestly didn't care much. He thought it was nice that someone wanted to visit Zuko. “He is here. Let me go grab him. Would you like some tea in the meantime?”

“Tea sounds great,” you admitted, sitting at a table.

As you got comfortable, Zuko ran into the room, completely surprised. “You’re here?”

You laughed. “Of course I am! I said I’d be here at 6 didn't I?”

“I thought you were bluffing.”

“Well now you know I'm serious. Wanna hang out?”

Zuko gave you a side eye and thought for a moment. “I think I know what you’re trying to do.”

“And what might that be?” Iroh entered the room, placing two teacups and a kettle on your table. You thanked Iroh as he left with a smile.

“You’re trying to get info out of me. About the Fire Nation… aren't you?”

You shook your head. “You’re so defensive all the time, Zuko.”

“Can you blame me?” Zuko shut all of the blinds in the shop and sat across from you, taking a sip of tea.

“I guess not.”

“I'm surprised you’re not a little more on edge.”

“Why’s that?” You took a sip of tea as well, humming at how delightful it tasted.

“I'm a firebender. You don't bend right? I could literally take you down at any moment. And it doesn't seem like you have any weapons either.”

“I trust that you won't do anything. Your uncle would probably be pissed about the mess to be honest.”

For the first time in all of your time knowing Zuko, you heard him laugh. He laughed so hard that he snorted a bit, which made him laugh harder. Because of all of his laughter, he made you laugh too, sending you both into a laughing fit. It felt good. You haven't laughed this hard since you first met Sokka, all covered in Appa’s snot.

Zuko literally had tears in his eyes by the time he stopped laughing. Seeing him happy made you feel… good. Really good. It was almost a relief. It made Zuko more human. You didn't know if you could even remotely call him your enemy anymore.

You two ended up talking all night, Iroh occasionally bringing more tea or just little treats every now and then. You literally couldn't stop talking to Zuko. To hear about what it was like to grow up in the Fire Nation as a prince was interesting. To hear what Ozai was really like in person sent chills down your spine. To hear where that scar on his face came from almost brought you to tears. Zuko didn't even know why he told you all of this, but he could say one thing. It felt nice. It felt this giant weight on his chest had been lifted.

After a few hours, you looked at the clock in the shop and frowned. “Bad news, Zuko. I gotta go.”

“Already?” He turned to face the clock and pouted his bottom lip. “Alright then.”

You stood up and collected your things. “Thanks for the tea, Iroh!” You shouted, which was responded with a big smile and a thumbs up from Iroh.

“Thanks for stopping by.”

“Anytime,” you said, opening the door of the shop. “I'll be back.”

“You will?” You turned to Zuko, who almost looked excited that you said that.

“Of course I will. Goodnight guys.”

“Wait,” Zuko ran up to you, holding the door open. “Let me walk you home, it’s late.”

“Zuko, I don't know if that’s a good idea.”

Zuko frowned, but you were probably right. If Aang spotted him for even a second, both of you would be done for. “R-Right. Well… thanks.”

“For what?”

“Hanging out. That was fun.”

You smiled. “That was fun. Thank you for not killing me, Zuko.”

“Anytime.” He giggled, immediately taken aback when you pulled him in for a hug after dropping everything.

He was so… warm. I mean, duh. He was a firebender. But even so, his hug felt so genuine, so nice, and you didn't want to leave. “Goodnight, Zuko,” you said as you pulled away from the hug.

“Goodnight, y/n.” This time, he shocked you by pulling you in for another hug and pulling away only to pull you in again, but this time, your lips were inches apart.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice was in a whisper, his warm breath dusting over your lips.

You just nodded and closed your eyes as his soft lips brushed against yours. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck pulling him closer. He smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

When you pulled away from the kiss, both of you said a quick goodbye, your cheeks dusted pink.

Zuko quickly walked back into the tea shop to help Iroh close and put his back on the door.

“I'm glad you found a nice girl, Zuko.” Zuko jumped hearing his uncle’s voice, his face turning a dark shade of crimson.

Though if he was being honest, he was glad he found a nice girl too.

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samarecharm · 5 months

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Ryuji having the worst bi crisis of his fucking life bc his mom just had to fucking ask “oh, whats this young ladys name?” when he showed her a picture of Akira petting Morgana. Like okay yeah Akira is like objectively pretty, hes like the Classic Delicate Pretty Boy just like Yusuke which is like whatever; straight dudes have eyes, and they know what women like to see. But now hes like. Seeing things he likes in girls IN Akira now and he cant make it Stop like its genuinely keeping him up at night 😭

Pretty boy used to be A Face that would come up in his mind when he thought of the term. There was no specifics in mind, just like. Pretty Boy. Pretty boy! You say that and theres like a Face Template that shows up in ur minds eye and hed just attribute that to any dude who was like Vaguely Pretty. But now its Akira 😭 and he finds himself cataloging things that Akira does that he KNOWS he finds cute when girls do it. The hairtuck behind the ears. The headtilt when he mishears a question. The Actually Pretty Doe Eyes. The breathy, nearly inaudible chuckle he does in place of a Real laugh (thats made better by the fact that its so hard to get him to laugh in the first place). He likes cute snacks. He blushes easily. Ryuji is sitting here like ‘theres no fucking way man. Like theres just no way. That shit makes NO sense (a lie)’ lying in bed in the middle of the night looking like this vvvv w his phone in his hands (looking at pictures of akira)

It drives him insane bc like he did Not see any of these things as like inherently girly or whatever. Like thats just akira thats just his bro! And he does OTHER weird shit that cancels all that shit out. Hes like a messy engineer/tinkerer, he rolls out of bed and whatever situation his hair is is everyones problem. He wears that AWFUL gym uniform and doesnt tweak it AT ALL?? He likes baseball?? hes got a whole binder of trading cards that he will show off if u show any moment of weakness. Like hes just Some Dude but also manages to be Some Girl at the same time and Ryuji is like thats not fair. Life sucked ass but at least it made sense before Akira stumbled into it 😭

#persona 5 #pegoryu #akiryu #chattin #long post #THIS one is almost a year old lmao its been in my drafts for a while #i at least tagged it as pegoryu before running away cutely so i think i was finished ??? well now i am throwing it into the world #anyway. akira is the guy ever. and ryuji is exploding #‘i have died. badly’#i like thinking of akira like this; hes ryujis first exposure to nb ppl and gnc adjacent stuff #even if akira is p masc by most standards hes still got a bit of. aloofness. about his gender stuffs #ryuji is just really into the way akira carries himself #and it takes him a while to go oh. oh i think its cause i like this dude #um.#😳.#also i wanted to clarify #but ryujis mom just doesnt know Who akira is in that picture #and in my head hes like. looking down at mona and petting him (while sitting)#(AND hes with ann and theyre both kind of a distance away from the camera)#so at a quick glance; hes just Some Girl #and even though shes wrong; it kicks off the mental chaos olympics in ryujis head #‘what hes not a girl’ to ‘where would she even get that from’ to ‘well akira said himself he didnt rlly care what ppl thought about it’#to ‘well. where DID she get that from?’ to lookin at what his homie does a little closer to ‘aw fuck. man.’#but i love that for him #ALSO. RYU/GORO IN TAGS…..#but ryuji going oh my GOD oh my godddd 😨😓😓😓 when something clicks in his head about goro #his voice is so practiced and naturally softspoken and his public facing persona is very demure #and once he gets past the initial anger over goro being a pompous prick who shittalks about the thieves. hes like. god fucking dammit.#There Is A Pattern and A Type He Has and Its Killing Him To Realize it.#hes literally sitting in his room w his head in his hands

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reineydraws · 5 months

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Hi hi! For the spotify wrapped art game, can I suggest akataka with 56?

oh, i think i was doomed before i began

56 is special girl by dodie. a particular fave, so im glad u chose mishanks for it since they've been on my mind. :')

wrapped 2023 game

#wrapped 2023 #mishanks #akataka #dracule mihawk #shanks #akagami no shanks #red hair shanks #one piece #one piece fanart #got carried away with this one pals lol #i was just so excited about it :'))#btw if it's not clear: they were dueling and then shanks just dropped his guard to kiss mihawk cuz he couldnt take it anymore #and mihawk (probably freaking out) kicked him to get him out of his personal space lol #btw i positioned this as shanks pov but an argument could be made that the song in general is more of a mihawk thing #depending on how u write his backstory #might revisit this tmr and remove the white square lmao im always more ham-fisted with my symbolism when im tired

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mangodonutss · 4 months

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framed villain

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona film #ballister boldheart #my art #damn this was supposed to be a paint study but i got carried away lmao #it's 3 am i have class tomorrow #i have priorities #tw blood #tw wounds #going for textured art but eventually used lasso instead absolute bonkers #idk why he has all the wounds in his face while having a stoic face #i was trying to use red since i dont use that color a lot in my arts and now he looked beat :((#ig wholesome art of them will be next he needs a break #he isn't a villain at all just look at those huge eyes

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usedtobecooler · 7 months

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I don’t know how it will happen but I need upside down Steve, all bloody and scratched up, underneath me. Idk in what universe I’d prioritize riding him over getting him to safety but….. I am only a woman. A man in pain, writhing and whining and gripping on to me to keep me going with what little strength he has, will always be the best ride. 5 stars on Uber

oh babe, this would 100% happen due to a sex pollen caused by brushing a weird looking plant in the upside down.

steve’s bloodied and broken up from fighting off a demodog, a gnarly gash on his inner thigh that’s bleeding hard, and you go on instinct, rushing to sit between his spread legs on the grimy ground. tearing at his jeans where they’re ripped to shreds around the gaping wound, pressing a firm hand to apply pressure.

the wave of heat courses through your body, the sharp sting from your skin touching is imminent. steve’s more reactive, hissing and bucking up into the touch despite the sheer amount of war wounds that are bleeding profusely all over his body. it hurts so good, so good in fact that he’s sweating with it, moaning. chest heaving with the need to be touched.

shared looks, hot and desperate but communicated perfectly without a single word have you tearing off what’s left of his jeans. every little touch sending flashes of pleasure up your spine, brain clouded with the violent urge to fuck. you mount him easily, slide down onto him with fingertips digging harshly into mauled shoulders.

“gotta be qu-quiet, fuck, fuck,” steve whimpers, slaps a hand over your mouth as your hips work together in a sort of tandem, you bouncing up and down as his hips punch upwards. your eyes roll back, it was always good with steve, but this? you’d never experienced pleasure like it.

the backs of your thighs are covered in his blood, and he’s so lost and gone from the pleasure that he doesn’t even feel the wound anymore, can’t feel anything past the tight heat sinking up and down on his length. he groans, desperate and pathetic, big hands smearing dirt and spattered blood all over your hip, your mouth, as he helps you bounce.

it doesn’t last long, you lean forward to kiss him and the sharp sting of your lips pressing to his cut ones have him pushing you down on him, hips pressing up to bury himself deep as he comes. he releases the kiss and bites down hard on your jaw to muffle the sound of his cries as he rides out the aftershocks of it, clinging to you so tight you know his fingertips will leave bruises in their wake.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington brainrot #i got carried away lmao #steve harrington x reader #mine #drabble #smutty anons #my fanfic

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lunian · 2 years

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beautiful fish boys!💕

but i forgot about someone….. oh yeah

Wild Link has many things for exchange tho, just choose wisely

#legend of zelda #idk i got carried away lmao #oot link #tp link #ss link #botw link #zora link #majora’s mask #loz fanart #zora armour #the legend of zelda #myart #it’s not l*nked universe !! i’m just messing around #also theres sidlink CAN YOU IMAGINE

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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tonowari has to cum atleast once a day or his balls become to full and uncomfy

oh 100%. *੭*ˊᵕˋ੭.*

tonowari x heavy balls/edging ⋆ ﾟ☁︎⋆｡ﾟ｡⋆

• this papa bear'll wake up with some solid wood before he even leaves his hut, and if he can't deal with it then, tonowari's in trouble

• first it'll start ok, yk? he'll be doing his clan leader duties, but as time passes, he'll begin to feel the growing weight of his big balls jostling between his thick, toned thighs

• he'll just know it was bc he didn't empty his sack earlier on, and now it's too late bc goddamn it there are na'vi everywhere, and even his thick hut walls won't be enough to deafen the chesty moans that roll off his tongue

• hours go by, and soon the feeling of his weighty balls become hard to ignore, and start to distract this poor bby. his speech'll change-

• once being confident, restrained phrases, they'll morph into short, awkward half-sentences. curt 'yes's and 'of course's are all he can muster, bc jesus christ his blue sack is heavy now

• it's so heavy tonowari can feel it beginning to abruptly bounce back and forth as he walks, and all he can do is squat as he discusses important matters, bc he can't ruin his reputation of being a mature, clear-headed leader all for an unreleased warm, creamy load

• and suddenly anything's on the table if it can be done covertly enough; up'pa's now air humping in the shade behind the boats, little restrained grunts escaping his open mouth as his hardened length and big, weighty sack bounce and sway in time with his needy thrusts

• he'll go for a brief swim far out, hoping that perhaps the water can coax out a quick orgasm before he needs to return to the seashore; maybe if he's far enough, he could just cum right here by his calloused hand

• but unfortunately it's not a common occurrence for the clan leader to ride out alone, so tonowari's stuck with feeling the light jolts and pleasured brushes up against his bulbous sack as he rides the waves.

• once back on the beach, he'll be fully erect. almost a little sheepish bc this poor daddy needs to empty, and needs to empty now

• that's when he'll retire extra early; swiftly making his way back to his private hut, likely through the long route by the secluded shore, hidden behind the now darkened jungle nearby

• unable to even stop the leaks of milky precum dribbling from his mushroomed cock-tip, he'll feel his balls throb as they bounce underneath his loincloth; tensing up as if with a life of their own.

• tonowari knows that he'll be unable to stop the orgasm from crashing through him, being so tortured from the hours of teasing. the day being nothing but moment after moment with his mind hazed over in need. the constant reminder of his potent and fertile cream growing heavy in his squishy, rounded sack

• his only option will be to masturbate in the sand; his legs wobbly, his eyes sleepy from the overexertion of it all. there was no way tonowari could make it to his hut now, so he'd get on his knees

• hands splayed out either side of him, biceps flexing, thighs squished up against his lower legs as he begins to hump and buck into the damp, almost sticky sand below him

• the purplish shades of dusk colour his wide, toned back; his eyebrows knit in desperation, mouth agape and eyes glistening from sheer arousal, and the hope that he can finally, finally get that sweet release.

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sehtoast · 4 months

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His Place is in Lace (Homelander x Reader Smut)

18+ | sex toys, gender neutral reader, sublander, lingerie, no hands, x-ray vision, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, panties as a gag, light comeplay | Fic Directory

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Saying he was like putty in your hands was a fairly humble brag at this point. In truth, he was all yours– fully and completely yours. You could do pretty much whatever you wanted to him, whenever you wanted, and he would thrive for the sole fact he had your attention.

It was practically all he ever wanted. Homelander had been so desperate for even a shred of your attention in the beginning that he sought it out in all the wrong ways. Picking on you, intimidating you, generally indulging that darker half of his mind and allowing him to run the show. But you wore him down. You were always so damn nice to him even when he tried everything to get under your skin. And, sometimes…

Sometimes you would put him in his place.

Maybe that’s what made him like doing it so much. Maybe it’s why he caved and realized you were the one for him– all he’d ever wanted wrapped up in one precious package that he would never get enough of. Even with your undying devotion and love, he still couldn’t fucking get enough of you. He had to be the center of your attention and he’d go to any lengths to get there.

Just like now.

He let you tie him up, promised he’d be a good boy and wouldn’t break those useless binds. Let you dress him up in white lace panties and a see through bra. Let you position a vibrating wand just over the tip of his leaking cock and work a plug into his ass and oh how he wishes you would touch him. He wishes so badly that you’d do more than perch on the edge of the bed and watch him– but oh how he loved to know you were staring . Smirking and smiling, chuckling at his little gasps and wanton moans. All the times you’d lick your lips at every jump and twitch of his cock…

But he had your attention, so he’d be good. Would press his wrists closer together instead of tugging them apart, ever so careful not to break your rules. He’d raise his hips into the air to seek more of that sensation, whimpering every time he failed to find more pressure, more speed, more anything.

He’d leaked through the fabric long ago and the red tip of his cock was clear as day beneath the pulsating head of the toy. Each little bead of precum soaked more and more of the garment, each twitch a desperate declaration that he needed release. It was only when he started begging with tears streaming down his face that you upped the speed of the toy.

He arches and damn near floats off the bed, head pressed back into the pillow as he fights with every ounce of his wavering control to not break the silky ropes at his wrists. Whimpers fall from his mouth, but he can’t possibly care how pathetic he is with his head so fucking clouded. His hips undulate with attempts to fuck against the toy and he feels a hot jolt of pleasure shoot straight down to his cock at your little giggle of amusement.

“You’re cute like this,” you tell him. You smooth a hand over his inner thigh and he splays himself wide for you, begging, praying that you’ll touch him. You drag your nails along the softness of his flesh and he shivers and whines. You can see the way he trembles from such a small act and the swell of pride goes right to your head. You decide to experiment.

“Look at you,” you say, voice low and sultry. “Look how soaked you are…”

Just as you predicted, his cock twitches at your words. You move as though you’re going to grasp him, but you turn the toy off instead. An extra pitiful whine escapes his mouth.

“You’re so wet, I can see you through those adorable little panties of yours.” You glide your thumb under the lace of the waistband and he keens. You pull the fabric back just enough to reveal the head, smirking like the cat that got the cream when little strings of come follow the garment. You let it snap back into place, covering the tip of him all over again.

“You’re such a whore.” You declare. “God, even your nipples are poking through your bra, baby. You’re really pent up, huh?”

He nods furiously, pressing his wrists together again. All he wants is to snap those stupid ties and pounce you like a rabid fucking animal. He’s painfully close…

A cold breath wafts over his left bud and he mewls. More, more, more, more, more.

“Such a pretty boy, Johnny…” You lean down to whisper into the shell of his ear. You don’t touch him with anything more than the occasional breath blown against his neck. “So pretty… I could eat you right up. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He gives a choked ‘uh-huh’ noise that was far more of a whine than anything else. His hips rise again.

“I bet you’d love it if I touched you. If I let you feel me .”

His eyes roll back and goosebumps erupt all over his body. His breathing hastens as the coil in his core grows impossibly tighter with every word, every little breath of yours against his flesh.

“Imagine it… How soft and warm my hand would be on that pretty little cock of yours.” You fan a hot breath at the shell of his ear. “Or, maybe my mouth? All hot and wet for you. Dragging my tongue up and down your cock… I bet you’d like to grab me by the hair and force me to choke on it, but you wouldn’t do that, would you? You’re a good boy, right?”

He bites his lip hard and his thighs quake and tremble and he’s so fucking close. He imagines everything you say and each little fantasy rocks him to his core.

“What if I let you fuck me? Think you could even make it past the tip without blowing a load into me?” You watch with a wide grin as his chest heaves and his cock twitches against its wet confines. He’s damn near about to burst. “I think…” You tease a faint nibble at his earlobe and he gives a particularly harsh thrust upward. “I think you’d love to fuck your come deep inside me. Push in as far as you can and claim me from the inside out. That you–”

A howling moan breaks you from your teasing and you watch in pure satisfaction as he fucks up into the air, hips raised at an angle so sharp that the come that didn’t spurt through his panties leaks onto his belly. His cries are strangled against a breath caught in his throat and you’re there to talk him through the whole way.

“That’s it, Johnny… Cream your panties like the little slut you are.”

Just as he’s coming down from it, right when you think he’d be most sensitive, you press the button on the wand and start it up all over again, watching smugly as he’s jarred out of his orgasmic haze.

“Gah! Fuck!” He shouts loudly, binds creaking.

You click your tongue at him in disapproval.

“Ah, ah, ah… Don’t you dare break those.” You chide. “You’ll be a very, very bad boy if you do. And then I won’t be able to give you what you want.”

You pet his hair while he fights to settle himself down and submit to his place once more. A finger finds one of his barely-clothed nipples and you circle the bud with a feather light pressure. It’s still enough to rip a wavering moan out of his mouth.

“Needy boy,” you coo. “You look so pretty in this getup. I’d say Christmas came early, but,” you slip your fingers through the mess on his belly, bringing your digits up to smear his come on his lower lip. “Looks like you came even faster.”

His body quakes with little tremors, shivers that send a wave of smug satisfaction right to your head. His helpless little moans spur you to shift the pulsating head of the toy to his sack, holding it there as he squirms and whines. You tilt it against the base of his plug to spread the sensation to his ass and his head rises from the bed for just a fraction of a second in a blissful shock.

You toy with him for another hour or so before you decide you’ve had your fun. He’d completely soaked his panties, cock perfectly visible through the transparent white fabric. And Homelander? He was nearly incoherent. Babbling on and on about how badly he needed this or how good that felt, pleading and begging in between your good graces for any extra attention you might give to his aching shaft.

Fifteen orgasms milked from his pretty cock and you’d only just put your hands on him. He nearly shrieks when your palms come down against the sides of his abdomen, smoothing back and forth between his perky nipples and his wet hip bones. You lift his bra just enough to expose his nipples and dive in, suckling hard on one and rolling the other between your fingers.

He mewls and melts, falling so far into an intoxicated swirl of lust and you that he fails to feel you unhook his binds. He’s free to move his hands, but he doesn’t.

Your good boy knows his place.

You roll your hips against his drenched cock and he’s nothing but helpless, pathetic sounds below you. If you thought he was like putty in your hands before , he was practically fucking butter now.

“Please, please, please…” He whimpers for the umpteenth time. You’re ready and dripping for him. He had to watch you get that way, had to see you dangle all that he wanted and more in front of him like a fucking treat and know he was only allowed to watch you touch yourself.

When you slide off and tug his panties down his legs, he’s almost hopeful that you’re going to finally touch him, that your hand is going to wrap around his cock or, better yet, your mouth, and he’s so fucking excited .

“Open.” You order. You watch the look of realization settle in just before you stuff the garment in his mouth, grinning smug and satisfied as he’s made to taste himself.

“Bet it’s good,” you say as you press your palm over his mouth. “You always taste good.” You can feel his cock twitch against your thigh. You reach down to grasp him and he arches from the bed, wrists pushing against each other. His moans are muffled, but you can tell he’s already close again.

“You’re not gonna come,” you tell him. “You’re gonna wait until I give you permission. And when I do,” you grasp his jaw with your free hand to direct his gaze, “you’re gonna use those special eyes and look inside of me… You’re gonna watch every drop fill me up and you’re going to keep your eyes open the whole time. Understand?”

When he simply stares at you with those wide, excited blues, you pat the side of his face to prompt a nod. As soon as he does, you sink down onto him.

He clamps down on the panties in his mouth, squeezing more of his release onto his tongue as he does everything in his power to stop from coming right then and there. He does as you told him. He keeps his eyes open the whole time, shaking his head from side to side to disguise the desperate tears that have begun to spill. His hips stutter to move but you slow when they do, so he fights himself over that, too.

It takes everything he has not to break those binds and touch you. Oh how he fucking needs to touch you– needs to fuck you.

With your hands around his neck, you finally give him permission, leaning back so he could get his view. You time it just right, to the exact second you begin to peak from touching yourself and riding him, your head becoming lightweight and body twitching through the quaking waves of your orgasm.

And Homelander?

He gnashes his teeth against the fabric as he comes undone, crimson eyes forced as wide as possible while he loses that last shred of control and thrusts upward. He watches each spurt fill you, sees how it lines your walls and pushes deeper with each drive of his throbbing cock. It floods you, seeps into every warm inch of your heat until there’s nowhere left to go but back down his cock.

The mere sight has his eyes rolling back. He twitches beneath you, utterly spent, used, and balls deep in bliss. Weak, breathy moans muffle against the fabric, eventually spilling free when you slip it from his mouth to kiss him.

You tell him how good he is. That he was so perfect for you. He did everything you wanted and more. Just look at him, unbound, still holding his wrists together because he knows the rules. You press kisses to his cheeks, to his forehead, to the tip of his nose and then his lips. You caress him and pet through his hair, sweet nothings dripping from your tongue.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You did such a good job.” You coo. “I love you so, so much.”

He feels so free when you take him apart. Like every shred of his being is laid bare before you and you’ve opted to hold each piece with love and care. He tells you that he loves you too, but it falls out more as a slurred combination of the words. He’s still buried inside of you, still warm and snug right where he wants to be– where he wants to stay.

“So,” you chuckle, all snuggled up on top of him. “How badly am I in for it the next time around?” You know damn well he’s going to repay you tenfold for this. You’ll be surprised if you can even walk afterward.

“Mhm,” he hums. His mind and body are spent and all he wants now is to drift off in your embrace.

“‘Mhm’ is a pretty strong answer, babe.” You’re proud of your good work. You settle against him without letting his softening cock slip free.

With a press of your lips to his temple, you bid him sweet dreams. You promise him safety and comfort while he rests and he believes your words more than he believes the sun will rise tomorrow.

He knows you’ll be there.

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