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The Shadows in her Reflection: Sokkla Saturdays 2023

Day 6: Fall

Rated M

On FF.net//On AO3

News from the Fire Nation seldom offered any positive revelations, and it was no different this time. Zuko never seemed to write just to say hi – it was no surprise that was the case, seeing as the Fire Lord went from one problem to the next, and he never seemed to have enough time to simply enjoy life as it came. Thus, the messenger hawk would bear unwanted tidings as it ever did, and Aang received it warily, vainly hoping it might just be better news than expected, for once…

And that was how he had learned that Zuko was on his way to Air Temple Island, bringing a wounded Sokka and Azula along with him.

That he'd found them, and that they were both alive still, was a relief… but Aang tensed up as he worried about the meaning of this new development: were they on their way to Air Temple Island as prisoners, or as the Fire Lord's guests?

"How could he bring her here?!" Katara exclaimed, fretting frantically in the corridors of their home. "Zuko's lost his mind! We're talking about Azula: Azula! He was calling for her head on a stake the last time we saw him, and now he's just… hanging out with her? Traveling with her and bringing her HERE?!"

"Katara… calm down," Aang sighed, taking her shoulders in his hands. Katara's fury didn't dwindle upon hearing that.

"I'm perfectly calm," Katara said, her voice failing to convey her words' sentiment, no matter how she stifled her emotions.

"We don't know what's going on exactly. But Sokka is coming and that's a good thing, right?" Aang said, with an awkward smile. "Let's focus on that, maybe?"

"He's injured," Katara scowled. "Zuko didn't explain why. How do we know it wasn't her doing?"

"Well, he said they were traveling together willingly…"

"Yeah, sure. Bet Azula told him that," Katara huffed, rolling her eyes and walking off irritably.

Aang sighed: his wife had been in an abysmal mood ever since the North Pole and, particularly, after her suspicions that Sokka had been taken by Azula against his will had begun.

It only occurred to the Avatar now that perhaps she would be even angrier to know that her brother might have left with Azula by his own volition.

The question of why they would have done such a thing certainly troubled Aang plenty.

The last auburn leaves still held onto the tree branches of Air Temple Island, the home he had worked hard to build for himself and Katara. It was still a small building, perhaps one day he would expand it further to fit new acolytes… but for now, it was his home. And as much as he didn't feel as strongly about Azula as Katara did, a part of him certainly was apprehensive over letting someone that dangerous and difficult anywhere close to one of the few places meant to be a haven for himself and the people Azula usually looked down on. He could only hope that Azula might just not be the person they always had thought she was, or that she had changed for the better somewhere down the line…

The dread over who she might be nowadays didn't recede once a Fire Nation airship began descending on the island, merely a day after the missive alerting them of their visit arrived. Aang swallowed hard, smiling as kindly as he could while Katara fumed beside him, outside the temple, glaring daggers at the vehicle as it landed carefully by the island's bay.

Her fury decreased only slightly once she saw her brother climbing out of the airship: his torso appeared to be covered in bandages, and he wasn't walking with his usual, strong gait. Instead, he was clearly in pain: he ambled strangely, reaching for support on…

On Azula's shoulder.

A new kind of dread dawned on Katara, countering her impulsive urges to rush over to her brother and ensure he was fine while asking what the hell had happened. Instead, she remained paralyzed as she watched Azula holding Sokka upright, no sign of madness or danger in her features. Her hair was neat, orderly… her clothes were perfectly smooth and decent rather than old and tattered.

And Ursa was there too. Right by Azula's other side.

Of course, Zuko had been the first to descend from the airship, awkwardly waving at them as they watched them from a vantage point deeper inside the island.

"W-what… what is going on?" Katara gasped, eyes wide. Aang blinked blankly.

"I… don't know. I really don't know," he said.

"Da! Da!"

Bumi's laughter behind them gave away that their son was up to his usual mischief: he was highly active often, and right now, he had picked out one of his favorite kites, no doubt eager to have Aang cast it into the air and use his bending to boost the toy into the skies.

"Bumi, go play in the backyard, okay?" Aang smiled awkwardly, kneeling before his son. "I'll be right there to help you with the kite once I'm done talking with grown-ups, okay?"

"Grown-ups…?" Bumi repeated: Aang nodded, and Bumi stuck his tongue out, blowing a raspberry at his father. "Boo!"

"You don't have to boo grown-ups," Aang laughed, patting his son's wild hair. "It won't take me too long, okay? I'll be right with you."

"'Kay, Da…" Bumi pouted: he kicked a small rock in light retaliation for his father's decision to leave the games for later, and he scurried off without another word.

"You sure you'll have time for that? Because I doubt we'll be done with this anytime soon," Katara said, her glare fixed upon the Fire Lord.

"Better if Bumi's not here for it, though," Aang said, with a sigh. "He'll just get upset if things get out of hand. Which… they might."

"You're not implying I'd be the one to make things… uncivil, are you?" Katara asked. Aang laughed guiltily, unwilling to answer his wife's question.

By then, Zuko had finally marched up the road, progressing far enough to reach them. He offered his married friends an awkward smile before bowing reverently in their direction.

"I'm sorry I came by at such short notice, and I know this is very inconvenient, but…" he said, rising fully to his height again. "Well, I'm sure you'd like to help Sokka yourself. As you can see, he's here after all and…"

"And he got hurt. Badly, from what you explained," Katara huffed, turning her attention to her brother, who had only just slowed down behind Zuko. Azula loosened his arm around her shoulders, letting him stand on his own. "I can't help but wonder who's to blame for that."

Azula tensed up: meeting Katara's glare shouldn't have been foreboding or off-putting, but having grown to cherish blue eyes of that same hue as much as she had, Azula certainly didn't thrive in seeing a similar gaze charged with such contempt towards her.

"It's not… it's not Azula's fault," Sokka said, raising a hand. Zuko crooked an eyebrow.

"What he means is, it wasn't Azula's fire," Zuko clarified unnecessarily, and Sokka glared at him. Katara scoffed.

"Was it yours, then?"

"W-what? No!" Zuko winced. "I…! I won't deny there were many errors of judgment involved…"

"Including on Sokka's part," Azula said. Sokka scoffed, bumping her hip lightly with his own.

"But Sokka took that wound because he was trying to… protect someone," Zuko said, leaving the identity of the object of said protection entirely vague, on purpose…

Only for Sokka himself to scoff and reveal it himself:

"I was protecting Azula. Zirin attacked her, she was wounded, couldn't fight back properly so I took down Zirin and saved Azula too. I'm just efficient that way," Sokka said, with a proud grin.

"Right," Katara said, blinking blankly. "And now the real story is…?"

"Hey! That's the real story!" Sokka squeaked, though he winced afterwards as the burn on his back reacted to his exclamations.

"Sokka," Azula warned him, glancing at his back warily even if there was no way she'd see anything when he was dressed up and covered in bandages, underneath those clothes. Sokka groaned.

"Stupid inconvenient burn. Can't even argue with my sister properly…"

"Guys… I know this is a very confusing and troubling situation?" Aang said, stepping forward, between Katara and the newcomers. "But I think you guys really ought to explain things more thoroughly than that. The last we knew, you were leading a manhunt after Azula and Sokka was her captive…"

"Oh, that final bit was a figment of all of your imaginations. Seriously, a guy can't even go on a road trip with, uh…"

"A firebending menace and wanted criminal?" Azula finished, helpfully. Sokka winced.

"Not how I was going to put it, but sure," he said. "Anyway, point is I was just going on a journey with Azula and there's nothing wrong with that!"

"There's something wrong with it when she is, indeed, a wanted criminal," Katara hissed. "Not to mention giving us no real information on what you were doing…!"

"You would've overreacted if I'd told you all along," Sokka pouted. Katara huffed, and Aang raised his hands as though to mediate between them. Azula, however, nudged Zuko with an elbow.

"They want to give us a run for our money as far as conflictive siblings are concerned, looks like," she said. Zuko scoffed.

"Well, if that's how it is, I'd rather they win and learn how to get along with you," he said, between gritted teeth. Azula gasped in outrage.

"But that'd be so boring…!" she said, accusingly. Despite himself, Zuko was smiling when he rolled his eyes.

"Look… let's just talk things over?" Aang pleaded to Sokka and Katara, who glared at each other with varying degrees of goofiness. Sokka scoffed, breaking his pout and shaking his head.

"Fine, we'll talk. But I get to say my share of stuff and you get to listen, Katara. No pretending I'm too stupid to understand what my own choices or experiences were, alright?"

"If you're already warning me that way, I'm sure this tale is going to be rich," Katara huffed, shaking her head.

"And… uh, sorry," Aang said, glancing at Azula with unease. "But it might be better if you're not there for this conversation."

"Wait, what? Why?!" Sokka exclaimed. Katara snorted.

"No real need to ask. Goes without saying," she grumbled.

"They're worried that I might be influencing your judgment in my favor, of course," Azula recited. Sokka yelped in horror. "Worth noting that, if I had intended to do that, it would be effective whether I'm around or not…"

"True! Wait, that's not the point!" Sokka winced, cheeks flushing. Azula smirked, though, raising her hands defensively.

"Mind you, I have no problem with waiting out here. Someone would like to see the look of these trees in the fall, I suspect," Azula said. Sokka's behavior shifted upon hearing those words. "But it's also worth noting that, if I were part of that meeting, you'd most likely have an ally rather than an enemy in me. Just saying."

She addressed the statement at Katara with a dry grin. The waterbender glared at her, unable to interpret her words properly. Azula turned towards her mother, who smiled reassuringly.

"We can stay together, enjoy the sights," Ursa decided. Azula nodded in agreement before sighing heavily.

"Just need… well, maybe a cup of water would do. For now, at least?" Azula said, glancing over at Sokka. He nodded, but Ursa held a hand up in his direction.

"I think I have a solution," Ursa said. Both Azula and Sokka appeared startled to hear that, but the older woman simply smiled kindly, taking Azula's arm. "Go on, now. Both of you."

Zuko nodded, clasping Sokka's shoulder and leading him indoors now. Katara glared at Azula scathingly one more time before following them, quick to bicker with Sokka over whatever he'd done to get his back in such bad shape. Aang glanced at the Fallen Princess wistfully: it was as though he wanted to forgive her, to overcome the heavy burdens that hung between them and Azula, but he didn't quite know how yet. Azula didn't shrink under his gaze, and she glared at the blue stripe of his arrow, over the back of his head, as he marched into the nearest building with the rest of his friends.

"Zuko and Sokka will be good advocates for you. I know they will be. But, in the mean time…"

Azula raised an eyebrow as Ursa smiled a little, withdrawing an object delicately from her pocket. It was covered in velvet fabric for its protection, but Ursa pulled it back quickly…

And Azula saw Yue again.

The Moon Spirit appeared dejected for just a moment before she brightened up at once, meeting her gaze with her own. Azula smiled back even before properly processing what she was looking at:

It was a mirror. A pristine, golden, regal mirror that Ursa urged her to raise her hands for.

"This… this was a gift I was given during my marriage to your father. For the life of me, I cannot remember who gave it to me at all," Ursa laughed. "It's a beautiful mirror, however. I was pleased to retrieve it once I came back to the Palace… but I struggled with looking at myself just as much as I used to, back in the day. The adornments of the frame are far better to admire than simply looking at oneself, wouldn't you say?"

"I'd likely agree, in other circumstances," Azula laughed.

"Do you like it?" Ursa asked. Azula raised an eyebrow in her direction. "You don't have to keep it if you'd rather not… maybe you hoped Sokka would give you another one. But, if it's just until you can replace it with a better one, I… I wanted you to have it."

"Mom…" Azula froze: a rather new, unexpected feeling burst aflame in her chest, as torrents of emotion arose inside her. Ursa smiled kindly at her, taking her hands in her own.

"It's nowhere near enough, but… I wanted to give you something meaningful, something you would value," she said. "And after I heard about the mirror, how it broke…! I figured I would give it to you sooner too, but, well… I wasn't going to invade your space with Sokka while we were on our journey here, it felt like a bad idea."

"Well, we weren't doing anything inappropriate anyway…" Azula mumbled, cheeks flushed.

"You still spent most of your time with him. I'd rather not get in the way of that," Ursa smiled. "Anyway… it's yours, if you want it."

Azula gritted her teeth: again, she couldn't possibly remember the last time she received a gift from her mother. She wasn't even sure Ursa had given one to her personally this way.

"Thank you. I… thanks. This really is valuable," Azula smiled, trying to contain the foolish tears that dared bloom in the corners of her eyes. "You didn't have to, but… but you did it anyway."

"You can see Yue properly in it?" Ursa asked. Azula nodded promptly, and her mother grinned. "Wonderful."

"Guess you'd like to see the fall, wouldn't you?" Azula asked the girl in the mirror, who smiled brightly and nodded.

"I'm so happy to see you again!"

"I can tell," Azula laughed. "I'm sorry I couldn't fix things any sooner, but we're okay. Sokka's supposed to be healed soon, by his sister."

"That's good," Yue smiled kindly, hands joined by her chest. "I hope she will help. Did she give you a hard time, though…?"

"Tried, but I didn't really let her," Azula smiled. "Anyway…"

She turned towards the trees, raising the mirror so Yue could see the hues of gold and auburn across the leaves… but her attention was quickly seized by something, just as Yue's was:

"Is that another airship?"

"A… police airship, apparently. I had no idea they had that kind of budget," Azula said, blinking blankly as the dark airship, having stealthily approached the island, descended by the shore right by the Fire Nation airship they had arrived on.

Evidently, the sole person who climbed off the vehicle wasn't the one in charge of steering: Toph Beifong marched in their direction with strong footing, and she raised her chin in acknowledgement at Azula once she finally reached the spot where she and Ursa stood.

"'Sup?" she said, bluntly. Azula raised an eyebrow at her casual, careless greeting.

"You were invited to the party too?" she asked.

"More like I figured I'd crash it when I heard Sparky's fancy ship had been sighted," Toph smirked. "They're all here?"

"We arrived just a moment ago, ourselves," Azula said. "I'm not welcome in their meeting. Apparently Katara thinks I'll beg and plead for mercy…"

"Pfft. You have too much dignity for that, for better or for worse," Toph laughed. "Of all people, you, groveling at her feet? Not a chance."

"I wouldn't particularly want to do that, no," Azula acknowledged, grinning dryly. "But I'm sure you're allowed to go in and tell them what a nightmare I am if you wish…"

"You're a nightmare now? Says who?" Toph smirked, stepping forward and passing between Ursa and Azula: she raised a fist, however, launching it towards Azula, only for the Princess to catch it firmly. Toph smirked. "You're fun, is what you are. I'll see if I can piss off Katara enough to make her rage more at me and leave you be."

"Guess that could be a tall order… but go on ahead," Azula smiled slightly, releasing Toph's hand. The earthbender offered her a cheeky grin, patting Ursa's shoulder too, before marching into the building.

"Then… shall we go see the sights?" Azula said: Yue smiled in the mirror, and with that, Azula and Ursa set out to wander the island.

Neither one knew much about what kinds of trees they were looking at, nor could they answer most of Yue's questions pertaining the location they were only just visiting for the first time. The sea was also beautifully colorful, and Yue appeared to cherish that, perhaps even more than the trees around them…

"It's restless, though," she said. Azula raised an eyebrow.

"It tends to be, in my experience," she said. "Some rather harsh waves rolled me and Sokka back when…"

She froze halfway through her statement, cheeks heating up when she remembered what, exactly, had followed their battle against the violent waves. Tingles of ghostly desire rushed inside her, reminding her of just how pleasant the experience had been… of how much she wanted to try it again, as soon as Sokka was in shape for it.

All of which she certainly didn't want to talk about with her mother, much less with Yue.

"Oh? You visited the beach in Ember Island, then?" Ursa grinned. "I hope you had fun."

Azula smiled and nodded as calmly as possible – she had the bad feeling that her mother wouldn't take too long to understand just how much fun they'd had indeed…

But before Ursa could pry into it some more, or poke Azula about it any further, a rustling sound and a childish cry caught their attention: Bumi, Katara and Aang's child, appeared to be jumping and pulling a string desperately, but whatever he was doing, it was to no avail…

"Oh, dear! What's the matter?" Ursa gasped, approaching quickly.

Azula studied the scene before her with a frown: the boy's string went upwards, into the treetop above him… all the way to where a kite was tangled in the tallest branches.

"Kite stuck…" Bumi said, nervously, approaching Ursa with wide eyes. "I call Da…!"

"Your father's busy right now, I'm afraid. I doubt he'll be able to come fetch it," Azula said, stepping closer and studying the situation with a slight frown. "What did you do, exactly? Did you airbend it into the tree by mistake?"

"I… don't know how," Bumi said, shyly. Azula eyed him with uncertainty.

"You don't?"

The boy wasn't an airbender? How surprising if the last airbender's child hadn't inherited the skill… weren't Air Nomads supposed to always be benders? Had the combination of two different ethnicities diminished the odds for the boy to be born a bender?

He seemed self-aware at her question, though… as though he had tried to bend and failed. As though his father had tested him to find out whether he could do it or not. As though he was already pressuring himself to be as good as Aang was… and he couldn't ever hope to measure up to the Avatar.

Azula gritted her teeth: she should not feel any manner of responsibility or empathy towards the boy her mother was currently speaking to reassuringly, letting him know she'd get his father as soon as the meeting ended…

"I could try and get it myself," Azula said: Ursa raised an eyebrow, looking at her in surprise while Bumi squealed happily. "Though be silent as I do it, understood? No ridiculous, noisy squealing or I'll climb right off."

"Quiet!" Bumi exclaimed, covering his mouth with his hands. Azula nodded.

"Good."

"Azula, are you sure about this?" Ursa asked, gripping her arm: Azula nodded, handing the mirror to her all over again. Ursa clasped it nervously.

"I've had to do menial, strange, mundane things far more often than you might imagine since well over ten years ago," Azula said. "I'll be fine. Just… wait there."

The Princess frowned as she began assessing what to do: the kite's string had gotten tangled in more than one branch, stuck in smaller branches, looping around some of them. It seemed that the boy's attempts to fly the kite, wherever they had happened, had resulted in a most unfortunate outcome where too much string had been loose and ripe to wind up in the messiest shape possible.

Thus, Azula started by climbing the nearest trees, untangling whatever she could of the string, always on her way to the kite that nestled near the top branches…

"Be careful!" Ursa called out.

"That one!" Bumi exclaimed, unhelpfully pointing at whatever new tangle Azula was due to undo – she wasn't about to glance back at him to confirm what direction he was pointing her towards.

"Kids…" she grumbled softly. "Definitely not going to get any of my own. Definitely…"

Though, if Sokka wanted some, she might just have to think about it. A little.

Her cheeks flushed at the thought: amending her bond with her mother, even if it was far from a done deal, might have also brought about foolish thoughts that she might just be a decent mother one day… though maybe she wouldn't be that bad at it. Maybe.

Oh, but this was a bother. After the fifth tangle, and still many more complicated ones to go, all willingness to ponder procreation certainly had fled her mind. She'd have a word with the damn Avatar, once she was finished with this ridiculous, self-appointed mission…

Inside, matters weren't going any more smoothly than Azula's retrieval of the kite was: Sokka rolled his eyes a thousand times, it seemed, as his sister healed his back while ranting endlessly about what a fool he had been, running off on a random adventure without explaining what was happening, especially with that kind of company, complaining about his lack of communication, his irresponsibility, his carelessness…

And then Toph shoved the doors open, startling everyone with her sudden arrival.

"And hello there, Team! What did I miss?" she smirked, proudly.

"Toph!" Zuko gasped, looking at her in surprise. Aang blinked blankly.

"You didn't have to come here…" he said.

"That's not a great way to greet your friend, Twinkle Toes. What a jerk you've become. That's what fatherhood did to you, huh?" Toph said, punching his shoulder. Aang winced at the impact.

"I'm not saying you weren't welcome! Just… I'm surprised you wanted to drop by at all," Aang said, with a small smile.

"Guess I felt responsible for a thing or two around here," Toph said, rubbing the back of her neck before raising her chin at Sokka, stretched across a futon where his sister was healing him thoroughly. "How's the trip been, Sokka?"

"Was fine until Katara decided to chew me out for having a life," Sokka pouted.

"A life? You're saying you took an indefinite leave from the council because you're having a life?!" Katara exclaimed.

"Exactly!" Sokka rebuffed her. "They're fine without me for now, I'm sure…"

"You were due to become the chairman! Aang's been doing your work when it wasn't even his turn!" Katara scolded him. Sokka sighed, glancing at Aang apologetically.

"It's okay… though I'd rather you were back, too. You're better at handling politics than I am," Aang said. Sokka sighed and shook his head.

"It was impossible for me to focus on that while dealing with, well, all of what I was dealing with! So excuse me for being efficient about resolving my main problems so that I could go back to work properly once that was done…"

"What, exactly, were you trying to resolve?" Katara scoffed. "You were worried about the moon, but last I knew, you hadn't figured anything out with that…!"

"That's… not exactly the case anymore."

Katara froze, the water dripping out of her control and spilling down Sokka's flanks. He winced at the sensation, glancing over his shoulder at the sister who eyed him skeptically.

"What… does that mean, exactly?" she said, pointedly, softly.

"Means Azula's got some mystical wonky connection with Yue."

Sokka froze: Toph made the statement carelessly, relaxing against a wall, arms folded over her chest… Zuko stared at her in disbelief, mostly over her nonchalance, whereas Aang and Katara gaped in utter confusion.

"She's… what?" Katara said. "Connected to…? That can't be!"

"It is true," Zuko said: Katara scoffed, glaring at him next.

"You're actually believing something your sister said? Zuko, you always said she's the biggest liar you've ever known!"

"Doesn't mean this isn't the truth," Zuko sighed, shaking his head. "She knew things that… that only Yue would've known. Well, you would've known too, you were there, but you wouldn't have told Azula about the things I said to you when we met in the Northern Water Tribe's Oasis, or would you?"

"Zuko, if it were up to me, I wouldn't have talked to Azula about anything at all, why would I talk to her about…?!" Katara started… then she froze. "Wait. She… she knows what you said that day?"

"What? What did he say?" Aang blinked blankly. Toph snickered.

"Zuko's heart is racing! Someone's nervous…!"

"Shut up!" Zuko squealed, cheeks flushing as Toph cackled. "No one needs to know what I said…!"

"He called me a 'big girl' and mocked me for being sure that I could protect Aang with my bending," Katara finished. Zuko winced, covering his face with his hands as Aang gasped in horror, and Toph, naturally, snorted and laughed with wicked delight. "You're telling me, though… that Azula knew that? Sokka, you didn't…"

"I wasn't there. Literally learned about it just when Azula said it out loud," Sokka said, pushing himself upright. "Moreover? She knew things about my relationship with Yue that… well, none of you would have known. Like the place where we first kissed, or the first gift I gave her. Or the weird way in which I tried to flirt with Yue… though Katara overheard that too, but evidently she wouldn't have told Azula about that either, right?"

"Clearly I wouldn't have told her a damn thing. I mean, when would I have done that, to begin with?" Katara said, frowning as she took her seat near Sokka, frowning. "I… no. I don't understand. How would Yue… connect to Azula spiritually in any way? Why would she choose Azula?"

"I'm not even sure that she did. But maybe she did and… maybe it's a good thing," Sokka said. Katara's confused glare made him sigh. "Look… I know it's weird to fathom after all these years that maybe Azula was only ever, well, someone who went through things she couldn't really handle. She came from the same environment as Zuko, and we gave him a chance…"

"Yeah, because we had no choice," Katara said, bluntly. Zuko scoffed. "It's true! We let you join us so you'd teach Aang firebending: it's not that I'm saying it was a mistake, I'm just saying we weren't doing it because we took pity on you or something. We needed you: I don't need Azula, and I don't know who of you does, but…"

"Yue does," Sokka said. Katara frowned, but this time, it was Aang who spoke.

"Why's that?" Aang asked, quietly.

"I… I don't really understand why Yue's only started doing this now," Sokka said. "But she has wishes, dreams she couldn't fulfill. Why is Azula the one to fulfill them? I have no clue, but… maybe she feels a kinship towards her. They're both princesses who went way too far to serve their people: Yue did it to save them, and she paid a price she never should have. She made the right choice, but… it wasn't fair that she'd have to do that. Meanwhile, Azula's every awful choice throughout the war was for the sake of fulfilling what she was taught as her duty to the Fire Nation. Doesn't mean it was okay, but it does mean that… that doing all those things destroyed her. She's been lost in life for a decade, pretty much. She didn't have a purpose until she started seeing Yue."

"How… exactly does she see Yue?" Aang asked, crooking an eyebrow.

"It's… kind of how she was seeing her mother's mirages, before," Sokka explained, breathing deeply. "She thought it was her mental illness acting up again, at first. But I'm sure it's the real Yue. There's no way this is just her subconscious mind speaking. So… she sees her in reflections of all kinds. Water, mirrors… I got her a mirror so she could talk with her more easily. It broke in the fight we had in prison, when she was talking to Zirin, trying to get through to her. Didn't really work, Zirin went ballistic on her and in the fight, well…"

"Wait… that's how you got hurt?" Katara asked, frowning. "Did you jump between them or something?"

"Well, only after I threw my boomerang and knocked out Zirin?" Sokka smiled awkwardly. Katara raised her eyebrows. "I just jumped in front of the last flames she threw at Azula. She couldn't move because she was wounded, so…"

"Ah. So, she couldn't move. That's a totally logical and reasonable motive to jump in the path of incoming danger," Katara said, with a dry grin. Sokka shrugged.

"Sounded like a reasonable choice at the time. Still does, actually," he said. Katara scoffed.

"Sokka… you're losing it," she determined. Sokka rolled his eyes. "I get that maybe this whole thing wasn't about Azula but about Yue, which is honestly a bit of a relief to know? But at the same time, what exactly are you expecting will happen here? How do you know Azula didn't do something weird or messed up to cause Yue to connect to her…?"

"When I came across her in the North Pole, Azula wanted nothing but to get rid of Yue. That's very much why she was there, she assumed Yue would sort of… flow out of her once she reached her hometown," Sokka said. "I even… well, took her to the oasis. Hoped it might help Yue return to the koi fish, kind of? Still didn't happen."

"So… she doesn't want this?" Aang asked. Sokka shrugged.

"Didn't at first. By now, though… they're friends," Sokka said. "We didn't give Azula a chance, guys: Yue did. And I only started doing it because Yue did. What I've found since then is… Azula is so much more than any of us ever imagined she was."

"So much more… what?" Katara asked, with a dry grin. "Dangerous? Unpredictable? Dishonorable? Twisted?"

"Strong. Intelligent. Profound!" Sokka nearly squeaked, glaring at Katara. "Could you stop pretending you have all the answers to everything for ten seconds and listen to me when I say that Azula has value you couldn't possibly fathom? You believed in Aang blindly when we met him and I refused to listen, and you proved me wrong! Why is it impossible to imagine that this could be a similar situation, just, the other way around?"

"Because this is ridiculous! You're talking about Azula, Sokka!" Katara scoffed. "Why the hell are you trying this hard to defend her and stand up for her and…?"

"Oh, I know that one: it's because he's banging her, right?"

Sokka froze, paling immediately: Katara was left mid-sentence, and she turned her head slowly towards the careless Toph with utmost disbelief. Aang blinked blankly… and Zuko gasped.

"Toph…?!" Zuko exclaimed. Toph scoffed at his reaction, shaking her head.

"You knew that already, you doofus. What're you getting all worked up about? Not news for you, I told you so in Ba Sing Se…"

"I wasn't sleeping with her in Ba Sing Se!" Sokka squeaked: by now, his cheeks had flushed instead… and Katara turned an outraged set of cerulean eyes on him.

"Oh, not by then? When, then, did it start, exactly?!" she bellowed. "Sokka, is this true?! Is it?!

His silence spoke for itself this time, and Katara gasped as she rose from her spot, no longer healing his mostly patched-up back.

"Sokka…! Hell, you've lost your damn mind! You can't be serious…! Toph is joking. Tell me she's joking!"

"Toph… is messing with me. Like she loves to do!" Sokka growled. Toph snickered.

"I mean, yeah, but… I can feel that heartbeat, Meathead. It's not the same as before," she smirked. "No more 'I wanna but I don't dare', more like 'if I weren't in this dumb meeting I'd be pinning her to a wall and having my way with her right now', right?"

"You…" Zuko said, turning towards Sokka with a raised, pointed finger. "You… you lied! You weren't just sleeping naked in Ember Island because you sleep naked in the Fire Nation, were you?!"

The Fire Lord's grand declaration left everyone in the room stunned in utter silence for a good five seconds… then Katara yelped, and shortly afterwards, Aang and Toph burst out with laughter. Zuko's cheeks flushed, and he glared at his laughing friends reproachfully.

"He…! He said he was only doing it because the Fire Nation weather makes him…! Ugh! Why the hell did I believe you at all?!" Zuko roared, stomping up to Sokka, who grimaced and raised his hands defensively. "Are you involved with my sister?! Answer me!"

"Where the hell is this nonsense even coming from…?" Katara said, eyes wide with horror. "Sokka, are you nuts?! Azula?!"

"I… fine! Yes! I'm involved with her!" Sokka exclaimed, cheeks flushed even when his face was a mask of determination. "It hasn't been that long since I started traveling with her, but I've never felt the way I she makes me feel before, okay?!"

"What the hell is that supposed to even mean?" Katara winced. "What, are you aroused upon being… scared?"

"What? I'm not scared!" Sokka squeaked. Katara glared at him skeptically. "I'm not! I… I know you are, sure, but…"

"I'm not scared of Azula! I could put her in her place if I wanted to…!"

"Sure, and that's why you're so pissed at me, first for traveling with her, then for being her friend, and now…"

"For doing her in," Toph finished for him. Sokka rolled his eyes.

"Love how helpful you're being, Toph! Nice work!"

"I do try…"

"I'm not scared of her!" Katara exclaimed, again. "I'm just…! Sokka, what the hell is the matter with you? An affair with Azula behind Suki's back? I know things between you haven't been great, but…!"

"Things between us are better than ever right now, actually, because they ended," Sokka said, with a dry grin: Katara's jaw dropped. "And you know what? It's been… liberating, even. I can't believe how much better I feel now that we've cleared the air, talked things through and fully grappled with the reality that… that we're not each other's future! And we don't need to be! Sure, yes, she's pissed at me and probably will always be pissed at me, but…"

"So, you… rebounded with Azula?" Katara asked, with a grimace. Sokka huffed.

"I didn't rebound. You don't get it, nobody is likely to, and you know? That's kind of it," Sokka said, shaking his head. "What's going on between us defies anything I've ever known, okay? It's not like Yue, it's not like Suki… it's something else entirely. I don't know where it's going to go, if it'll go anywhere at all…! But I never imagined that I'd tell her I loved her as early as I have. But… I said it anyway. So… there. That's how it is."

"You… love her?" Zuko repeated, blinking blankly. Toph whistled.

"That's a taller order than I thought. You sure went in fast with the feelings, bud. Should've enjoyed the no-strings-attached period a bit longer, if you ask me…" Toph chuckled. Sokka rolled his eyes.

"I don't think that period really happened here," he said. "After we figure out how to fully help Yue, get her to see the world, all the seasons, experience everything she can through this bond with Azula… well, Azula and I will most likely stick together after Yue is back to her lunar duties, okay? And I have no idea on what terms we'll be together going forward, no idea if it'll last a lifetime or two months, though I really hope it's a lifetime instead…"

"Sokka, you had a chance to spend a lifetime with someone who wasn't a known criminal and terrorist, and you just happened to pick her?" Katara said, dryly. "Suki was perfect for you!"

"Pfft. I have no idea what makes you think that… but maybe I don't mesh well with perfection if you're right to say that," Sokka said. Katara's eyes widened. "I nearly proposed to her, Katara. I backed down when I knew it wasn't the life I wanted."

"And Azula is the one you'd want forever instead?" Aang asked. "I mean… if you're not thinking about it that way, I guess it's one thing, but…"

"Look, it's up to her if she still wants me after all is said and done," Sokka said. "But… the more I've gotten to know her, the more I'm convinced this is the life I've always wanted. I'm not joking around, this isn't just… banging, the way Toph puts it. Yue connected to Azula spiritually… and I think I connected with her too in just about every sense that counts. It's crazy that we've been traveling together for only a few months, and I already can't imagine my life without her in it. They say you don't know what you've got until you lose it… but sometimes? Sometimes you find what you didn't know was missing in your life and you know better than to let go. And that's what happened with us."

Katara blinked blankly before shaking her head, pacing inside the room. Zuko stared at Sokka in confusion: Sokka held his gaze defiantly, and the reality of what he was saying seemed to sink in then.

"You… love my sister," Zuko whispered. "That's… that's a new one."

"I know. But… was about damn time someone did," Sokka said. Zuko gritted his teeth, lowering his gaze.

"You could've… said that's how it was. I mean, I didn't really like the idea, but… I don't even know why I didn't. Still, if you love her…"

"You're still out of your mind," Katara said. Sokka sighed and shrugged.

"Well, not so far out of it that I ever expected you'd change yours, so I'm still not that crazy…"

"Sokka: you can't love Azula. Even if you do, you'd better stop doing it quickly," Katara said. Sokka scowled. "She's a menace! She's a hazard! You're entertaining her for now, but what about once she gets bored? She'll go right back to bad habits the minute she can't get what she wants from you anymore, and then you'll have been aiding and abetting a known criminal and terrorist who might just murder half our family if anyone looks at her funny!"

"That's not who Azula is!" Sokka exclaimed.

"You're sure of that, no kidding!" Katara said, with a dry grin. "But she's manipulating you, like she manipulates people all the time, like every single person who knows her ever said she did! Mai, Ty Lee? They said so too, and so did Zuko before he started being all… brotherly! If that's what this is!"

"Hey, I don't think Azula is doing that right now, okay? She's… acting a little different than usual," Zuko admitted. "If she weren't, I would've stuck it out with the same attitude I had the last time we met. But something's… changed in her."

"Or maybe… something that's always been inside her has finally been allowed to bloom?" Sokka said, with a dry grin. "And mind you: it's not because of me that it's blooming. It's because of Yue."

"Sokka, the more you try to convince me of that, the more I'm convinced, instead, that she just figured out something about you that you didn't expect and now she's using it to take advantage of you…!"

"Why is it so damn hard to fathom that…?"

"She killed Aang! Or nearly killed, anyway…!"

"Zuko nearly killed us too! More than once!"

"Sokka, I know I fucked up a lot of times, but there's no need to…"

"She deserves a chance as much as you did!"

"Look, you all know that I'm an advocate for giving people second chances, but…"

"Is there anything to eat? I'm kinda hungry right now…"

"TOPH!"

"Ugh! Everyone just shut up!" Katara exclaimed, hands going up to her head in confusion and desperation. "I… I don't want to listen, Sokka, because this makes no sense to me! I refuse to believe it because if anything happens to you because of her, if she hurts you or hurts anyone I love, I…!"

Her rant was cut off by a sudden, familiar scream in a childish voice.

The blood slowed in Katara's body: Aang leapt to his feet.

It was Bumi.

"AZULA!"

As fast as the Avatar might have been with his bending, Sokka, shirtless and almost fully healed, ran out the door before anyone else could.

He followed the voices, the noise, and everyone else followed him in turn: anxiety rose inside Sokka's chest: was she in trouble? Was she in danger? Had Bumi done something stupid to her somehow, or…?

While most his friends dreaded that Azula was the danger herself… the truth was a lot less flattering than that.

Sokka gasped at the sight of her once he reached the house's backyard: the Princess snarled… as she hung upside down at a tall tree, her right leg awkwardly tangled in a kite's string.

Bumi, near the trees, kept screaming in a panic, further convincing Azula that he couldn't possibly be an airbender – he might just have helped her out of this pointless, stupid ordeal otherwise… and her mother had rushed into the temple a moment ago, perhaps looking for something to help her out of the tangle she had wound up caught in.

She frankly couldn't believe she was dangling off the damn kite's string this way. She had tried to undo the string's every knot… only to wind up entangled in it herself before long. She was moments away from tearing the damn string up, from setting it on fire... and then she had fallen off the branch upon attempting to break herself free.

She wrestled with the damn thing in midair, guessing the blow against the ground would not be pretty if she burned it off, but it was far better than to dangle here forever, the blood rushing to her head while the annoying boy screamed…

"AZULA!"

Sokka's voice: her stomach sank.

Of all people, she certainly didn't want him to see her in such a stupid, embarrassing, preposterous situation…

But he did. She grimaced, glancing at him and waving briefly, upside down, as Sokka raced towards her eagerly…

Then, the ground rose to meet her body.

Azula gasped when she felt support on her back: an earthbender, most likely Toph, had raised a block of earth to help her find some stability. Moments later, Sokka climbed up the earthen block, taking her into his arms.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it was a stupid mishap…" Azula sighed: Sokka grimaced at the sight of the tangles of string up her body.

"What the hell is that?" he asked.

"Your nephew may have gone overboard flying that kite and getting it stuck in this tree. It defies any scientific explanation, what he did. Spiders could learn from his ability to weave webs that nobody can escape from…" Azula growled, back to work at undoing the knots…

She didn't need to do much more work to that end when Sokka pulled out his boomerang and cut the string.

"There. I'll restring it for him later, it's no problem," he sighed. Azula blinked blankly.

"Really? Just like that?" she asked. Sokka smiled.

"Won't be a big deal, I said. Getting new string for a kite is nothing out of the ordinary," he whispered. "For how long were you hanging there?"

"Uh. For however long the boy was screaming. Thank goodness he shut up by now," Azula said, eyes wide. "I'm never doing any favors to children again. They're on their own forevermore."

"Uh, yeah, sure thing," Sokka laughed, helping Azula by undoing the rest of the string's knots around her body. "You okay, though?"

"I'm fine, I said," Azula pouted.

"I didn't really mean… physically. Your pride?" Sokka asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah, my pride? Why, your nephew stampeded over it, took a dump on it, and then cast it into the deepest pit of lava in any volcano known to civilization, but sure, I'm fine," Azula said, with a dry grin. Sokka laughed, hugging her to his chest and kissing her brow. "Yue's going to have the time of her life hearing about this one."

"She might just," Sokka smiled warmly at Azula, cradling her in his arms briefly to offer the support she seemed to relish in, right now. She might just shove him away later, but for now, while she didn't realize she was in plain sight…

But there were plenty of eyes upon her indeed: Aang and Katara froze in place, watching the pillar Toph had raised, with utter confusion. Even after hearing about Azula's relationship with Sokka, it was remarkably difficult to believe it could ever be real, no matter if they were seeing it for themselves right now…

"This isn't happening," Katara said, with an awkward smile. Aang swallowed hard, watching as Azula began wrangling herself out of the string too, helping Sokka with the tricky deed. He laughed as he assisted her, too. "It can't be."

But there was no denying that Azula's latest stunt, with its lack of dignity, hadn't resulted in a wild outburst of fire and lightning in retaliation, which was what they would have expected from her, normally. Aang leapt with his bending into the treetops, pulling out the kite without as much difficulty, now that the string had been cut, before landing next to Bumi with the kite.

"Sorry I wasn't here to help, Bumi," Aang said, handing the kite to his son. "I'll, uh, fix this in a bit, okay?"

"No string?" Bumi pouted. Aang smiled awkwardly and shook his head.

"I'll mend it, okay? But, for now, maybe…"

Aang bent the stringless kite into the sky, and Bumi squealed with joy as he watched his toy rising under his father's power. Aang smiled fondly at his son, just as Sokka and Azula finally climbed down from the earthen platform Toph had raised for them. The Avatar cleared his throat, stepping towards them.

"Sorry, I… I don't know how he did that. You're okay? Did the string burn your skin, maybe, or…?" Aang asked Azula.

"That's a good question: did it?" Sokka asked, grimacing. "If it did, Katara, come heal Azula…!"

"No!" Azula scoffed. "I said I'm alright, I just… didn't expect that outcome. It was my own carelessness, nothing more. You don't need to worry about me."

"You can't ask me, of all people, not to worry," Sokka said, nudging her lightly. Azula sighed… then she frowned, inching away from him, growing increasingly aware of everyone else's presences only then.

"Uh… this isn't, well…" Azula said, eyeing the Avatar warily. Aang blinked blankly before smiling carelessly.

"It's okay, Sokka already told us everything."

Azula froze. Sokka grimaced as she turned her head slowly, threateningly, towards him.

"What did he just…? What?!" she smiled dangerously, and Sokka stepped back, raising his hands defensively.

"Honestly? Wasn't my fault! Toph's the one who went and blurted out that…! W-well…! I tried to keep it cool at first but after a while I couldn't keep on denying it!" Sokka squealed, cheeks flushed as Azula scowled in his direction.

"You couldn't keep denying it," she repeated.

"Didn't you say I'm the worst liar you've met, or something like that?" Sokka sighed, lowering his hands. "They got me and since Zuko looked like he was moments away from beating me up, I kind of went and told them that it wasn't just a physical thing, so…"

"What's it to him, whatever it might be?" Azula growled. "None of his business either way… but curse you, couldn't you at least hold it in for a couple of hours?"

"Eh, I tried. Guess I love you too much to do that," Sokka declared smugly, raising his head as he finished his statement. Azula's jaw dropped.

"Y-you utter… ugh," she groaned, covering her face with a hand… and glancing at a smiling Aang, who shrugged at her.

"It's not a bad thing if you two are in love, I think? It actually makes me more willing to…"

"Sorry…"

Azula frowned, eyes falling on the child that stood beside Aang again, holding the kite that had finally landed again. He bit his lip but smiled at Azula.

"My kite… I got it now," he said. Azula huffed.

"So I see," she said. "Make sure not to lose it again."

"Okay!" Bumi grinned.

He finished off his latest exchange with Azula by rushing in to hug her leg.

Azula heard Katara's horrified yelp in the distance: it was far more satisfactory than it should have been. If just for the sake of annoying her, she simply leaned down slightly, patting the boy's head.

"It's quite alright, quite alright…" Azula said, her voice ringing with arrogance. "I wasn't even hurt by it, not truly… though, ensure to be more careful about who you ask for help in the future, when it comes to such matters. I'm far from the best candidate for the task. As for you, Avatar… keep an eye on your child?"

"I will, I will. Thank you for trying," Aang smiled awkwardly as Bumi let go of Azula's leg: he offered her one last broad grin before running off, carrying the kite over his head.

Azula smirked in Katara's direction: the waterbender appeared moments away from losing her mind to panic. She dragged her son towards herself once he passed near her, checking multiple times to ensure he wasn't injured in any way… naturally, finding that he wasn't. Frankly, being a good person paid off, above all else, just because of all the people who were betting everything they believed, everything they knew, on the expectation that Azula would never be able to change. Proving them wrong was shockingly invigorating.

"You sure you're okay?" Sokka asked, taking her hand in his. The instinctive urge to yank it out of his hold nearly overcame her, all be it to keep matters hidden… but Azula swallowed hard and nodded, squeezing his fingers back – more petty revenges, such as showing herself affectionate and kind to Sokka, would continue to unnerve his sister profoundly. She wouldn't feel comfortable doing this in front of other people if she weren't finding such a solid payoff from it.

"I'm fine. I'll just never talk to another child again," she concluded. Sokka laughed, leaning close to kiss her brow.

"Azula…! Oh, Azula…!" Ursa's voice reached them: after screaming Azula's name, she had rushed inside the temple and now she scrambled back out again, carrying a ladder with her. She had taken a different door in than the one the group had used to get out in the first place, so no one had seen her until now. "I was going to find a way to help you, but…!"

"Help found me before you found it," Azula said, with a smile and a shrug, as her mother dropped the ladder and approached her. "I'm fine."

Perhaps she was, indeed… but nothing prepared her to wind up in her mother's embrace next, as Ursa desperately hugged her upon ensuring she was safe.

Sokka let go of her hand, a small smile upon his face as Azula froze in Ursa's grip. She hardly knew what to do, for it was one thing to receive affection from Sokka… it was a whole other matter for it to happen with Ursa. She raised her hands tentatively, unsteadily, and placed them on her mother's back…

Tears suddenly flooded her eyes as she pressed her face to Ursa's shoulder – she didn't want the rest of them to see that part. Curses, she shouldn't get emotional over something so simple, so casual, so… so needed. Something she had been desperate for all across her life and… and suddenly, it was really there.

For once, her mother was embracing her and Azula held her, right back.

"Not what you would expect, now, is it?" Toph said, nudging Zuko's ribs with an elbow. He had watched the scene in confusion all around, but now he watched that embrace from afar… realizing only then that he had no recollection of witnessing a sight like this one before.

"Not really… but I'm glad it's happened," Zuko said, with a small smile. "There are a lot of things I didn't know, I guess. Lots of things I can't fix… but maybe others can."

"And you're not mad at those two for being naughty anymore?" Toph asked, amused. Zuko scowled. "What? You jealous or something? Want to be naughty too?"

"Stop it," he growled. "Nothing happened between us."

"Because you ran away. Chicken."

"I'm not going to…!" Zuko huffed, glaring at her to find Toph beaming proudly. "You realize just how crazy this nonsense of yours is? It's hard enough for me to wrap my head around all that's changing lately and now you're… throwing yourself at me?"

"Just for one night, what's the big fuss? I'm not asking you to marry me, I wouldn't be that dumb," Toph smirked. "Who'd want to get married at all?"

"Pretty sure Katara and Aang did," Zuko said. Toph made a grimace of distaste.

"Well, they're weird. You're too cool for that kind of boring nonsense, aren't you?" she said.

"What if I'm not?" Zuko pouted.

"Then maybe you should take me up on my offer and learn why it's better to be free like I am," Toph smirked proudly. Zuko rolled his eyes.

"You're free to do whatever you want, but I'm not joining your parade. To think you tried to cajole me into that kind of thing just to give me… what? What information were you going to give me about those two that I couldn't have found out through any other means?" Zuko scowled. "I found them without your help in the end…"

"Oh, I wasn't going to give you anything even if you went for it," Toph smirked. "I don't turn my back on my friends, not even for my other friends."

"That's…" Zuko said, frowning. Toph shrugged.

"You weren't ready to hear Azula's not who you think she is. Might be you're finally ready now. I had nothing to say, didn't really know where they were going or what they'd do next," she admitted, with a careless smile. "Was just easier to screw you over by pretending I did."

"You… ugh. Now you've definitely convinced me that you and I are never going to happen," Zuko huffed. Toph chuckled.

"Sad. Guess my imagination will have to be enough…"

"Stop imagining weird things! Ugh, Toph!"

"Prude."

Ursa sighed, pulling back and smiling at Azula while still holding her shoulders gently. The fallen Princess swallowed hard, offering Ursa a pained smile as the woman cupped her face.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do more, but…"

"You didn't have to. You… I mean, what could you have done?" Azula asked, with a slight smile. "You did the right thing, they just got here before you could get them. It's… it's okay."

"I… I hope so," Ursa said, with a gentle grin. "I'm glad you're fine. That… that he came to your rescue."

She smiled knowingly at Sokka, who stood awkwardly behind them. Sokka grinned nervously, unsure of how to feel about Ursa's approval… knowing it was probably not a full, done deal, let alone a complete acceptance of Sokka as Azula's potential partner, but a greater step towards that direction than he had expected possible, quite so soon.

"He has a knack for doing that, looks like," Azula said, smiling a little. Sokka's gut fluttered happily upon hearing those words.

The conversation he was holding with the others before Azula's mishap had been cut off too abruptly, and it appeared that nobody was all that eager to return to it, most of all, those who believed Azula wasn't as bad as they had initially assumed she would be. To the Princess's surprise, a whole outdoors cookout was organized shortly after she had been saved from the throes of the kite's wicked string, mostly comprised by roasted vegetables, but Sokka managed to find some fish that everyone besides Aang could eat, too. It seemed as though their tense, suspenseful arrival had already smoothed over into perfect calm and peace… even if Katara still glared at her on occasion. Even so, glares were meaningless if she never acted upon them… which she certainly didn't, not after Sokka approached her with a grand idea to distract her from her spite towards Azula.

"Say, say. Azula and I were talking some time ago…"

"Do I need to hear this?" Katara grunted. Sokka nodded.

"It concerns you, so of course you do. Remember when you beat her back at the end of the war?"

"You… were talking about that?" Katara blinked blankly. "Why?"

"We talk about anything and everything, that's what couples do," Sokka smirked. Katara scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Though we weren't really together back then, but still! Point is… Azula shared some curious information about Fire Nation culture with me. She told me the winner of an Agni Kai is the one who burns the loser. And because of that, Zuko didn't actually beat her that day."

"Is that right?" Katara grimaced. "She'd obviously try to twist laws to her convenience…"

"Oh, no, no, no: you see, I realized that, by the logic they were using, YOU are the true Fire Lord because you defeated Azula after she defeated Zuko!" Sokka smiled brightly.

Katara, halfway through chopping some vegetables to roast, froze on the spot before staring at Sokka in utter confusion. He grinned still, hands behind his back.

"See? It was something that concerned you," he said, happily. Katara snorted.

"Fuck that," she said, eloquently. Sokka burst out laughing. "I'm not the…! Just the notion makes me sick! Don't ever say that again, Sokka! I'm not the Fire Lord, never would be…!"

"Even if that means you get to boss Zuko and Azula around because they're Fire Nation people and you're their rightful leader?" Sokka smiled mischievously.

Katara stopped, shooting a glance towards the other set of siblings. Both Zuko and Azula, busy by the grill at the moment, stared at her in chagrin, having overheard the conversation so far.

"T-that's not true! She's not…! Sokka, where the hell did you come up with that idea? Azula, you didn't…! Surely it was his idea, not yours, you wouldn't lead him to think something like that makes any sense!" Zuko squeaked. Azula rolled her eyes.

"Evidently, I told him it was unreasonable, so this isn't really… well, maybe it's partly my fault for thinking he'd have a logical reaction to things, but it is Sokka after all."

"Actually… I think this is great now: Azula, I command you to break up with my brother," Katara smirked at her: Sokka yelped, and Azula offered her a deadpan glare.

"In case you haven't noticed, I've spent a long time being a wanted criminal by Fire Nation authorities for defying the Fire Lord… do you really think I wouldn't rebel against your commands if I did against my brother's?"

"W-well…! I guess you would, but I had to try, didn't I?" Katara groaned.

"Tough luck," Azula smiled. Sokka snickered, approaching her and wrapping her in his arms. "Seriously, Sokka, what kind of trouble are you trying to stir, telling her something as ridiculous as that?"

"I was just trying to help her lighten up, nothing more to it…"

Despite the strange conversation hadn't resulted in Azula and Sokka's break-up, as commanded by Fire Lord Katara, the waterbender couldn't help but smile slightly as the other two ambled away, her brother still locked around his new lover, marching behind her as she berated him for putting weird ideas in people's heads. As much as his way of going about his goal had been rather strange, Sokka had achieved it nonetheless, ensuring that Katara had something to smile about.

Once they were sitting together by the steps that led back into the house, waiting for more food to be ready, Azula pulled out her new mirror, which Ursa had returned to her earlier, to Sokka's surprise.

"Your mom gave it to you?" Sokka asked, smiling warmly. Zuko continued tending to the grill nearby, refusing to give Toph any fish and constantly giving her the vegetables that she disliked the most.

"Yeah… I wasn't expecting it," Azula smiled at him before glancing at Yue. "But fortunately I didn't break this one when I fell from the tree like an idiot. My mom was holding it for me."

"You… huh? You mean, when you were trying to help Aang's son?" Yue winced. Azula smiled and shrugged "I couldn't tell what was happening because you weren't the one holding the mirror then…"

"I'm afraid it was quite chaotic. But we've survived worse than winding up entangled in a kite's string, haven't we?" Azula said. Sokka smiled.

"Maybe I should've been entangled in it with you, like when we hung underneath that bridge…" he suggested. Azula snorted and shook her head.

"I'm not sure the kite's string would've held us both, so I doubt it," she pointed out. Sokka snickered. "And no, I wasn't high enough that you could have or should have rescued me on a hot-air balloon like you did in the Fighting Cliffs… not that it was really a rescue, but…"

"You were being hunted down by Fire Nation soldiers, so I think it kind of counts," Sokka smirked, nudging her slightly. Azula rolled her eyes, smiling.

They had shared far too many strange experiences, far too many instances of camaraderie that had turned into much more than that: the peace they had found together had eluded them for the years through which they had never so much as fathomed each other as potential matches, partners. Now, that peace was finally within reach, at last, in the mysterious but fascinating future that lay ahead for the two of them.

And what was more, that future suddenly seemed promising in more fronts than the most obvious one: it wasn't merely that Azula had found someone worth spending her life with, shocking as the revelation was, most of all due to how sudden, how as good as random it had been… but having made peace with the people who had hunted her, the people who had resented her. Even if Katara wouldn't budge easily, she didn't get in the way of her conversations with Sokka, and she even eyed them with curiosity once Azula was holding Yue's mirror. As for the others, they appeared to have relaxed around her… Zuko no longer treated her as a bomb waiting to burst. Her mother offered her gestures of affection, even, and wanted to spend more time with her, getting to know her better, wishing to be part of her life.

As she sat where she did, Azula placed her head on Sokka's shoulder, suddenly taking in the landscape before her, with those darkened, brown leaves fluttering to the ground, as laughter and amusement lined the strange serenity of Air Temple Island. Half a year ago, she had been a fugitive… today, she was part of a family. She had chosen to be in one, too.

Her heart clenched at the thought, tears surging in the corners of her eyes: was this truly the life she would have? Had her unspoken hopes and longings been answered this way?

Her eyes fell upon the mirror, and Yue offered her a kind, heartfelt smile. Azula smiled back, retaining her immediate urges to pull back so as to not disturb Yue with her closeness to Sokka… she held her place there, unafraid, knowing Yue wanted her to be exactly where she was. Knowing she was finding happiness by Sokka's side, the way Yue might just have, if only the world had been kinder to the Water Tribe Princess…

They had a bonfire that night, impromptu as it was, enabling the whole group to rejoice in this unexpected, strange reunion. Aang staged a dancing competition, in which all Fire Nation-born folks declined to participate, while everyone else tried to show their best moves – Toph, naturally, did so by bending and messing with her dancing friends by making them trip or raising the earth under their feet before they knew what was happening. The amusing situation was not lost on Azula, sitting with her mother and brother… feeling content. Feeling alive.

Despite Katara's grievances, Azula was allowed to sleep in Sokka's room that night, if just due to Aang's leniency. Zuko's horror at such decision was deigned as irrelevant as Katara's, and Toph simply laughed while urging them to be careful not to turn Katara and Zuko into aunt and uncle, respectively, just yet… Ursa only smiled kindly, bidding her daughter good night.

"You're terribly self-aware about all this, aren't you?" Sokka asked, once they were safely behind the walls of their room. Azula huffed, running a hand over her hair.

"About a lot of things, I'd say," she whispered. "Aren't you? Or are you just used to being with someone in front of your family? I certainly cannot relate, if that's the case…"

"I'd say I am, but… it's different now," Sokka said, with a silly grin. He approached Azula, stroking her hair and kissing her nose softly. "I'm sorry I couldn't hold back the truth until we settled on what to do together, though. Wasn't the plan."

"I know," Azula said. "But… didn't turn out so badly, in the end. Guess your weakness can be a strength in disguise, sometimes."

"Heh, looks like it can be," Sokka smirked. Azula laughed softly, placing a hand upon his chest.

"Feels like this is way too real, way too fast," she whispered. "The things you're making me do, or even think of…"

"Good things or bad things?" Sokka asked, taking her hand in his.

"Sometimes both," Azula answered. Sokka snickered. "I… I never imagined this. A life like this, well… it was out of my reach until you found me. It hasn't even been that long, not really, but… you've changed my life in that time. You, Yue… I never believed anyone would think I was worth any of this."

"Guess it's nice to know that you're not always right if it's proven in this way, huh?" Sokka smiled. Azula laughed and raised her gaze to meet his.

"As if. I'd rather be right about everything, curse you," she mocked him. Sokka laughed, taking her face in his hands to kiss her lips warmly.

They should have shown restraint, but they lacked it direly with a relationship as new and fresh as theirs was: the futon received them without a hitch, and Sokka plunged into Azula's naked body after she stripped his clothes off, too. Their intimate embrace lasted longer than it should have, surely… but there was no letting go just yet. Not until the candles had run out, not until the sole light drifting into their room was that of the stars in the autumn sky…

Azula lay awake for a while longer as Sokka rested beside her, lying on his stomach, face turned towards her. He might just start drooling on the pillow, and she'd close his mouth for him if he did… but for now, Azula simply lay beside him, marveling at the fact that someone she had thought next to nothing of, not long ago, would have become such a crucial element to her happiness as Sokka had. It was a miracle, in the end… one she cherished deeply.

One she owed to someone else, too.

Despite wanting to lie in bed next to the man she loved, above all else, Azula pushed herself off the futon and picked up the sleeping gown she had been provided back in the Fire Nation airship, on their way to Air Temple Island. Dressing in it, she stepped towards the dresser – there was a mirror above it, from where Azula deeply hoped Yue wouldn't have been able to see what she and Sokka had done…

Azula smiled nervously at Yue when she spotted her in the mirror: the Moon Spirit offered her an awkward smile of her own.

"Hey, I… I don't know why I decided to talk to you rather than staying there," Azula admitted, nervously. "Just… w-well, you didn't hear that, did you?"

"Would it matter much, if I had?"

"I… I guess not," Azula acknowledged, running a hand over her hair absentmindedly. "I have to work on that self-awareness, I guess. Anyway, I just… I just wanted to say a few things now, as I had the chance."

"Things?" Yue said. Azula blinked blankly at how anxious the girl looked suddenly.

"It's nothing about Sokka… in any sense you might find distressing, I hope," Azula said. Yue gritted her teeth.

"It'd be okay if that's what it was…"

"Then… what wouldn't be okay?" Azula asked, puzzled. Yue smiled and shook her head.

"Nothing. Tell me. Just… tell me what you wanted me to know."

Azula breathed out, folding her arms over her chest. A thrill, or a goosebump, rushed up her back.

"I just… wanted to say thank you."

Yue's eyes widened. Azula shook her head, determined to keep going until she finished saying what she had to:

"Look, I… I wanted this. All of this. I didn't want to admit I did, but the truth is I was lost because I didn't think anything like this could be in the cards for me. You proved me wrong with your sheer stubbornness and strength of heart and I… I owe you so much more for that than I'll ever be able to say."

"Do you, really? Azula…"

"I know you might not want to hear it. I'm having the life you deserved, aren't I? It should be you here, not me, enjoying all these bonds, all these strange moments of joy and bliss and… and I can't really help but feel that I'm taking it from you, somehow. But… I'm growing to find peace with myself somehow, too. Suddenly, it's… it's possible to feel that, even if this life should have been yours, it might just be okay for it to be mine, too. And that's such a new feeling for me…"

She sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes as she smiled at the stricken girl inside the mirror.

"Thank you," Azula whispered. "Thank you for bringing back my… my will to live. For helping me learn that maybe I… maybe I could be more than what I thought I was. From thinking you were a pain, an obstacle in my way, a punishment I didn't deserve, I… I find myself thinking I would've gone nowhere in life, found no way out of hell with my old allies if you hadn't turned up when you did. For whatever reason you were with me for all this time, Yue, I… I'm grateful. You've… you've taught me how to live. You weren't even trying to, but you did it, nonetheless. A-and I know it's… it's self-congratulatory and embarrassing for me to say that I'll try to repay that favor by making Sokka as happy as I can possibly make him. For both our shares, I'd dare say, but…"

"For… whatever reason?" Yue said, with a sad smile. "So… you still don't understand why I did it?"

"I… well, you never told me," Azula frowned. "I didn't really understand because you refused to say, didn't you?"

"You know, we had more in common than we ever imagined possible," Yue said, smiling sadly. "But… I wasn't brought to you because I wanted to help you find this life for yourself."

"I guess not. It'd be awfully conceited of me to presume that, but…" Azula frowned. Yue laughed.

"That's not what I mean. What I mean is… this wasn't intended for your benefit. It was a punishment."

Azula frowned: Yue's gaze suggested her words were genuine… but the way she phrased them gave her pause, nonetheless.

"A punishment…" Azula repeated, eyes narrowing. "But… not for me?"

Yue smiled sadly… then she nodded.

"I never told you. I never wanted to. I never thought it would matter… but it does now," Yue said: tears bloomed in her eyes, and Azula's placid demeanor shifted abruptly. "This… is the last time I'll ever see you."

"What?!" Azula gasped: Yue held up her hands as though to pacify her, but that didn't stop the Princess from scowling heavily. "What does that mean? Yue…!"

"I would stay, Azula. I would, but…" Yue said, pleadingly. Azula's face was a mask of heartbreak that even the Moon Spirit was moved by it. "A… a comet struck the moon. Remember?"

"I remember," Azula said. Yue gritted her teeth.

"I… I didn't tell you the truth about a lot of things. That's why you always thought I was lying. I was, but not in the matters that you believed I was," Yue explained. "I… I can speak now. I have to speak now, because… this is the end. Azula, I… I've been a prisoner, for all this time."

"What? You… wait," Azula frowned, raising a hand towards the mirror. "Wait a fucking second, you… in my dreams. Yue, I saw things in my dreams, but every time I woke up…!"

"I was fine? I… I was. Because you were showing me your light," Yue said, with a sad smile. "Every time you looked in a mirror, every time you saw me in a reflection, it was… it was a window that opened in this darkness, allowing me to see something more than this nightmare. I…"

"The moon has been darkened," Azula recited, frowning. "It was… it was dark for you, too. You were trapped in darkness. What happened to you wasn't some mystery, you knew what was going on all along was because of…!"

"The comet that struck the moon, yes," Yue whispered, closing her eyes. "I'm… haunted by it. Another spirit has taken hold of me. I… I can't break free. I don't know how. The only way to keep it from draining me into nothingness was… you. You've… you've been saving my life constantly, Azula, without knowing you were doing it. I've… I've used you to stay tethered to reality. It didn't really matter, at first, what you might do, whatever you were up to… because the nightmare within this darkness only ever stopped if you were there for me to see."

"I… don't understand," Azula said, trembling. "Yue…!"

"At first I only wanted… the moments of respite from darkness that only you could provide. But the more I got to know you, the more I grew to see that I… I wanted you to have a better life than you did," Yue said, with a watery smile. "My captor let me see you, I think… because he believed that you would be my downfall. He let you be my last hope for safety, just for his sick, twisted enjoyment, I think… he thought that, if I wanted to be saved, I'd lose myself to despair because you'd never wish to help me. Because you…"

"Because I was… a selfish monster who took and took and would never give back?" Azula asked, scowling. Yue laughed.

"Isn't it funny just how wrong he was about you?" she said: Azula froze on the spot. "I… I wanted for nothing. I expected nothing. But you've given me everything I could have hoped for… you've given me a chance to experience your happiness with you. You showed me the world! I… I never thought I'd get to see it as I did, by your side! You helped Sokka find peace, closure, happiness…! And you found hope and strength for yourself, too. I don't… I don't care what happens to me now. I never did. I… I gave up all hope of salvation long ago. The one thing I still wanted… was your peace and happiness. I wanted you to have everything neither of us ever did. And now that you finally have it, well…"

"You… no. You can't be serious…" Azula said, scowling. "Well…! I'm not at peace, nor am I happy now, with everything you've said! You lied to me! You've been lying to me about my dreams for all this time…!"

"I never wanted to alarm you…"

"You did anyway!

"I had no power over what you saw. Every time you crossed over into this world in dreams, I… I was terrified that you might not be able to go back. That he would notice and entrap you too, so… I never wanted you to chase a solution. I only wished for you to live your life… to live it right. You have the chance to do so much I never could…"

"That's… that's no reason to resign yourself to some cursed fate!" Azula hissed, striking the wall beside the mirror. "You… You didn't make me give a damn about you, you didn't make me care as much as you did, only for you to leave now and expect me to do nothing! To say or feel nothing about this…!"

"There's… there's nothing you can do," Yue said. Azula snarled. "I'm sorry. I know this isn't the way you'd like for things to be, but…"

"You're so infuriating," Azula hissed, tears spilling down her eyes. "You…! I'm not going to forsake you just because you ask me to! Tell me this is all nonsense, that you just can't stand to see me being happy with Sokka, that this is all just a fabrication and that you just hate me for…!"

"I could never hate you," Yue said, earnestly. Azula snarled.

"You did all this… for your benefit, you said? That makes no sense. That… if it had been for your benefit, you'd have found a way to come back to life through me, maybe, or something like that! How's it to your benefit if the only one who got her dreams fulfilled was me?!"

"It's too late for me, it has been since I became the Moon Spirit. My life ended years and years ago. Yours didn't. I don't know if you would have done this for me, if our roles were reversed…"

"Oh, I wouldn't have, that's for sure…!"

"Right," Yue said, with a sad smile. "I… I didn't need you to change, Azula. I didn't ask you to. I didn't try to make you anyone else… I just liked you as you were. I grew to cherish you as you are. I'm sorry if I've… if I've ended up being a disappointment. But just know that… that I loved you. I loved Sokka. I hope… I hope for the best for you two. Please…"

"You… don't you dare leave. Don't you dare…!" Azula exclaimed, snarling at the mirror fiercely. "We're not done here! You wanted to see the seasons? You're still missing one, damn you! You can't just…!"

Yue smiled sadly: of course she had seen the last remaining season. She had lived in perpetual winter all her life, after all… but Azula's desperation manifested itself in her pleas and demands, nonetheless.

"I'm sorry, Azula."

"You're not! You're…! Stay here. Stay. Yue, for crying out loud, tell me it was all a lie, all a joke, just tell me everything you just said was…!"

The Fire Nation Princess began crumbling emotionally: her hand touched the mirror… and so did Yue's, touching right against hers.

"He…" Yue said, eyes widening slowly. "He's coming."

"No. No one's coming. Nothing's wrong, Yue, nothing's…!"

The Water Tribe Princess froze: her tearful eyes widened: her features darkened, and she drifted backwards.

"No! No! YUE! COME BACK…! YUE!"

The darkness wrapped itself around her body: her features faded, one by one: the last to vanish was the hand pressed against the mirror, against Azula's own.

"Goodbye, Azula."

"YUE!"

The Fire Nation Princess's eyes snapped wide open: she sat up in bed abruptly, and the arm draped over her shoulders rose awkwardly.

"Azula…?" Sokka grimaced, pushing himself back as his lover's bare chest heaved. "What got into you? Are you…?"

"I'm…" Azula said: she hadn't gotten up. She hadn't approached the mirror by the wall…

There had never been a mirror there, to begin with.

A gripping fear surged inside her heart as she kicked the covers off and jumped out of the futon. Sokka, groggy and confused, grew more alert over her behavior slowly.

"Azula…?"

The Princess rushed through their nightstand's things until she finally found the mirror Ursa had given her. Her trembling hands turned it towards herself, careless about showing Yue any parts of her naked body…

But said bare body parts were all she got to see.

There was no one standing over her shoulder. Not the right one. Not the left one. Nowhere.

"No… no…!" Azula gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Azula, what's going on?" Sokka asked, crawling towards her with uncertainty. "What…?"

"She's not there," she said. Sokka froze.

"Wait… what?" he frowned. "You… wait, that can't be. That…"

"I can't see her, Sokka. I can't see her. I…" Azula said, turning towards him, her face a mask of horror and distress, tears spilling down her cheeks.

He shook his head: not again. He couldn't lose Yue again, not this way. Azula couldn't have been as helpless to save Yue as he had been…

But the aghast, desperate expression across her features spoke for itself:

Once again, Yue was gone.

#sokkla #sokka #azula #sokkla saturdays 2023 #sokklasaturdays #oopsies at the ending #but I hope you guys enjoy everything before it plenty #the chaos of having the gaang together #ngl those guys have insane team synergy #I loved writing that chaotic 5-people conversation/argument #Bumi becoming Azula's next best ally is hilarious to me too #the way this woman gains new incentives to be a good person by screwing with people's heads in doing so #she's going to start a whole scheme to become Bumi's favorite aunt soon #Katara found screaming into every pillow #it will be hilarious (?)#anyway anyway hope you enjoy xD

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sga-owns-my-soul · 2 months

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do i remember the important information for my job that i need to remember so i can communicate it with the relevant people? nope not a fucking chance

can i remember lines from a play i did in school 12 years ago? yup which do you need to know

#cant remember what i did 3 days ago #but you know what's still in here?#you gotta take the weight of the world back! not gonna! you gotta!! not gonna!! uh-huh! nuh-uh! fine i'll keep the weight of the world but #i'm not totally comfortable can you hold it while i get my pillow? sure! piece of cake 😏#(and that's time! hei hei hei! time for intermission my friends! everyone back in 15 minutes!)#idk why this is still in my head. i'm never going to be free. help #it's been 12 years someone save me #those weren't even my lines!!!!!!#(it was a show about a greek-myth themed circus show)#anyways #i also remember lines from the show the year before #i did have that entire play memorized when we did it lmao #i was so proud of myself for that #anyways is this just a drama kid thing or do other people have this problem #pls tell me im not alone in this #personal rambles #shitposting #not stargate

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theflowerofthecommonwealth · 2 years

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I put a Pomade Wig on Nick. I didn’t even know you could do this.

Please excuse me while I go die of laughter in the corner.

#Jasmine had to have put him up to this.#I don’t think he’d do it for anyone else willingly.#Those puppy eyes can get him to do almost anything.#Worth it though because she’s also dying of laughter and her laugh is cute.#Deacon has a slight smirk in the first photo. He’s probably in on it too.#Actually please do send help I haven’t laughed this hard in so long I think I broke myself.#My face is red and my nose and head and stomach hurt from how hard I’m still laughing.#I buried my face in my pillow because I was laughing too loud.#Bro I was like coughing while crying tears of joy and falling off my bed idk why this is hilarious to me.#Oh no. I’m probably gonna think of this at night or while I’m in public and start laughing.#Welp. It is what it is I suppose.#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout #nick valentine #deacon fallout 4 #deacon #deacon fo4 #john hancock

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mars-ipan · 8 months

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you guys have no idea the amt of self control i have exhibited this morning

#marzi speaks #i did NOT want to go to class holy shit #i kept waking up throughout the morning. like 8 am 8:30 8:45 9:20 #and i guess my dreams were confusing or smth bc every time i woke up i was so disoriented #i would wake up. try to see what my roommates were doing #check the time on my phone. think ‘do i have to be up yet???’#sit there in confusion for a minute or two before remembering No I Do Not (probably)#and then go back to sleep #but THEN when i woke up for REAL bc of my ALARM my roommates were both in their beds!!!#which was DOUBLE confusing. i felt kind of insane #i wanted nothing more than to rest my head against my pillow and drift off again. but i was strong and i am now waiting for class to start #i’m holding onto those absences for when i really need ‘em #can’t waste one this early #also i’ve been waking up with sore throats the past couple days bc of allergies #so i’m like. irritated at the moment bc of that #i hate sore throats they r so annoying

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dreamnotnapss · 1 year

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first draft of fic almost done man oh man

#not shipping related #chip fics #longest fic in the series is go deep with a whopping 52k #this fic is at 70k and i still have to write 2 not sfw scenes and the epilogue #i just can't wrap my head around it #and then i get to edit it :^) woooo yayyy #i'm actually excited to edit it bc i haven't edited in so long #<- (that'll change)#and then i get to work on my other ghosted wips #and finish sn.f week #...and start working on dn.n week #surprise announcement to those who read this far: dn.n won the final selection #it was in a tie with dreamna.p for the longest time #which is hot of y'all ngl #i'll announce it soon dw :)#anyway so much in store i'm excited :^)#hope both sides of your pillow are cold tonight much love #🍟

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lunapwrites · 1 year

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My dogs think they're being real clever, trying to wake me up 15 minutes before my alarm.

#my phone starts lighting up at that point #so they Know #and they have started to try and use that as their cue #to like. jump on me and lick my face.#and start whining and pawing at my arms #and you know what #no #you can wait 15 goddamn minutes #for my phone to actually start making noise #which is the actual alarm #instead of choosing to sit on my head #when i buried it under the pillow #he looks cute #but there is murderous intent behind those vacant brown eyes #dogposting #lp dogs #lp bitches #fighting for my life over here

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sysig · 2 years

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Boy who cried wolf (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Neither of these two have a tag over here lol #Update: Oh whoops ♪#Helix #Max Vyer #Dexter Favin #Content warning for Max being a brat and threatening to hurt himself he's a dramatic bitch and I love him #He'd never do it (intentionally) he's just the worst <3 <3 #I'm not even sure why they popped back into my head I haven't reread Helix lately or anything #I think I just wanted to doodled Max being overly dramatic lol #And Dex putting up with him ♪#Something about him being so over-the-top caught me haha it was fun #Plus they're always so cute! Max's fluffiness always gets me haha #There's gotta be another word for it but brat just sums him up so nicely ♫ All those puffy pillows and fluffy hair and Dex who loves him #Looking out for him <3 #Dexter so long-suffering haha he puts up with a lot but the good moments can be good ♪ Wish there were more ouq #Them being happy makes me happy!#Not to be ah starcrossed

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jezunya · 1 year

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And now Amy's photoshoot 😻

#cats #animals #my cats #cats of tumblr #catblr #my pics #my posts #fun fact that pillow is made from a sock I got in the courtesy package on an international flight #I think flying through kyiv in 2019?#we keep it there just so she can do this #bc otherwise she just hangs her head completely limp off the side of the tower #and it really freaks us out #she's not a ragdoll just a sleepy old 10yo lady #she's one of those cats where we constantly check to see if she's still breathing #she just. really loves sleep lol

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tonycries · 9 days

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I Lasted Ten Rounds!

Synopsis. Marathons - they’re better in bed.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, marathon séx, major overstím, pússydrunk boys, CÚMPLAY, creampíes, mean Geto, squírting, innappropríate use of jujutsu (Gojo and Sukuna), pússy-slappíng, best friend!Choso, aphrodísiacs, true form Sukuna, dp, spítting, BRÉEDING, making them cry, full nélson, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Hope y’all have a good leak day mwah <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - 5 rounds

“Raw.” he breathes, and there’s a strained - almost whiny - shudder being wrenched out of Toji’s hulking body when he sinks inch after long, hefty inch into your plush cunt. Bullying past the barely-there resistance of that first ring of muscle with such a harsh tug of your pliant body down his swollen cock. “R-raw. You- fuck- you finally let me–”

No, it wasn’t the first time you let Toji fuck you into these silken bedsheets without a condom - that was a few hours ago. But that didn’t stop him from spitting out that same, strained accusation, the same greedy little push and pull of his toned hips smacking sloppily against your clingy pussy.

He was addicted.

“O-oh, Toji–” you’re babbling, swollen lips glossed with tears, thighs burning at just how long he’s been pounding into you like this. “S’already the- the third? Fourth? Or-”

“Fifth.” he’s cutting you off, with a hoarse chuckle - voice shot already. “Fifth n’-” Head lolling drunkenly into the crook of your neck, it’s all he can do to bite out brokenly, “-oh, my girl- hope y’know m’not hahhh- letting you go until I physically can’t anymore.”

Fifth, huh?

Oh, it was setting in - fuck, was he feeling it. You were so pretty underneath him, sweat-slicked body splayed out all shamefully for him, slurring words barely coherently. And Toji couldn’t even keep his eyes open, stars popping up behind his lids at every one of your velvety clenches, abs burning with each ravaged mash of his overworked, weepy head against your ravaged g-spot.

Fingers jittery where he’s hauling your body desperately to his muscled one. Clinging onto you so close - like a lifeline - that you could hear every tremoringly quiet ah! ah ah! following those long, solid glides, feel his happy trail scratching against your sluttily arched back.

It almost hurt - but it hurt so good, that even after painting your gluey, sloshing insides white four times tonight already, Toji wanted more more more-

A bludgeoning knee comes down to shove your thighs spread even wider, spreading your puffy pussy lips so gapingly around his thick shaft.

“Oh sh-shit.” he’s hissing. And Toji Fushiguro never stutters, he never throws his head back to let out such pained whimper like this.“Such a f-filthy pussy.” His pretty pink lips purse to spit a languid wad of his spit down on the bullseye of your slobbering cunt. The chilling dredges oozing a slow trail down your split-open pussy. “The fifth time- n’ y’pretend like this cute cunt of yours can’t handle more of me.”

“Ngh-” your teeth are clamping around one of the cushiony pillows, trembly fingers scrambling jerkily at the headboard, the plush mattress, anything- “You’re in s-so deep- feels like m’gonna pass out. How the hell are you still going?”

Toji rolls his eyes, acting for all the world like those whiny little words of yours don’t have his red, angry tip painting your insides with another honeyed coat of his sweltering precum. “Told ya not to hah- test me doll- just had to run that pretty mouth, huh?”

You’re keening when all five of his calloused fingers come up to smush your cheeks together embarrassingly, “Saying m’not gonna last going in raw- look where ya are now.” Toji’s craning his head to leave wet little kisses up your spine, your jaw, your forehead. Fully bending you in half to meet his lips, angling his riotous hips to graze his sensitive slit right against the swollen, bruised divots on your cervix. “Look where I am- I can’t stop.”

And your hypnotized hips can only manage to give a last sticky heave meeting Toji’s drunken staccato before splaying limply down on the bed. Moaning around the lewd sucking of his lips around your heavy tongue.

“No- no come back- shit, m’not-” He’s slowly losing control of those lingering thrusts, desperation bleeding into the way his big arms frantically circle around your weakening waist. Dragging you up, up, up like some glorified ragdoll, “How are ya n-not able to keep up when you hah- came up with the idea, ma.” And for all how gentle he’s being suckling on your pouty lower lip, one hand of his glides down easily to cup at your bulging pussy. Smearing in another quick, branding stream of saliva on your struggling, swollen folds spread so lewdly open around his thick hilt, “Ohhh, gonna make a man lose his sanity with a pussy this heavenly. Doesn’t seem so fair now, does it?”

That delirious little shake of your head makes him bare his canines in a grin, smiling at how utterly fucked-out you were on his mean cock. There’s a lazy, glistening trail of drool at the corner of your lips that Toji idles out his hot tongue to lick away, “Now now. Why don’t you- ah- use those words like a big girl, huh?”

“Hah- didn’t-” those wet gurgles bubble at your throat, dying down after each harsh clash into your most sensitive spot. He’s reaching every nook and cranny inside of you - drilling cock expanding even girthier with each heady second. “Didn’t think you’d get so-” Another pretty glob of spit onto your cunt, “-addicted!”

“Well, what can I- hah- say?” Each taunting word is pushing you further and further up the bed, Toji’s tense hips hammering into you with no rhythm and rhyme now. Just lingering, mindless grinds chasing that painfully good smack! of his heavy, cum-filled balls at your ass, “When- ngh- when life gives you a wife this cute-”

You think he’s cumming - you think you’re cumming. But you can’t even be fully sure at this point, your own high nothing more than a few white-hot tingles, Toji’s overwhelmed cock straining to squeeze out a few more wispy strings of his milky seed. Until you were drenched in a silky coating down your inner thighs, beading pearly drops of his seed and your sweet sweet juices. To stuff you full even more.“-fuck her at least five times.”

“At- at least?”

Toji grins, “At least.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - As many as you can take (and a lil’ more!)

“My love.” Two soft pads of Nanami’s long fingers tap gently on your cheek, lingering when he lovingly cups your glossy pout. “My love.”

Biting your lip, you whine at his heated intrusion at your pretty cunt. Free hand thumbing open your soppingly wet slit to spread even wider around his thick hilt, scratching up so rawly against those neat tufts of blond at his sharp pelvis. “N’nothing, s’just that- hahh–” cocking your head to nuzzle his large palm, “You’re not- not tired, Ken?”

“Doesn’t matter.” he breathes, minty hot breath fanning your face when he leans in. And you think he’s going to kiss you - to maybe mouth away those big fat, overstimulated tears rolling down your face - but instead, Nanami’s stern lips wrap around your lolling tongue. Sucking. Moaning so depravedly. “All that matters is that- hngh- that–” Splaying out all five fingers on your stomach, pressing down hard where he can feel the divot of his very head, “-the mother of my future kids s’doing alright.”

He can feel that rotund clenching of your snug channel, the way your pussy grows increasingly more soaked with every stuttering nudge at your g-spot.

When the heady bedroom air is only punctuated with a few sticky squelches from your cunt Nanami has to grit out - to force himself to speak. “Please-” hissing at the velvety silk or his seed swirling around your hole, it makes his toes curl, overworked balls squeeze achingly. Shit. “Give me an answer- please, darling, your cunt s’driving me insane. Fuck- I’ve- I’ve lost count at this point how many times I-”

At this, you can’t help but giggle. Reaching up to lick at the stray, glistening tear falling down his sharp cheekbone, “Are- are you crying, Ken?” The heels of your trembly feet curl tightly against the sinful dimples at the end of his spine, plunging him even deeper into the gloopy bottom of your pussy. “Can’t take any more?”

“No!” Nanami’s usually steady voice just cracks pitifully at the end. “No no no- just- hngh! I can take it- can give y’more. Anything for you, ma.”

Each of his hammering thrusts are slowly getting meaner. Slowly losing control. They’re haphazardly alternating between long, thorough slams of his entirely swollen length to mere jutting, half-thrusts - as if it just pained him to part with your clingy pussy more than that.

And, shit, he’s so thick - so jaw-slackingly hefty when he twitches animalistically against all your sensitive spots. Gliding in solid, wet smears of his leaky tip against your cervix reminding you of the sheer strength he held. Fucking you so mean, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it - tired, fatigued body moving on animal instinct.

“Darling–” Nanami’s wet croon has you blinking away the lusty haze in your pupils, locking them with his own blown-out ones. “Eyes on me- have to make sure you can- ngh-” You can hear his jaw click with strain when you’re giving an experimental squeeze of your velvety cunt, “-m-me. Hafta make sure you can take it- you can take it, right?”

You’re gasping out brokenly, nodding in response to his question - thighs jittery and you don’t know whether you want to run or fuck yourself back down for more more more-

“Then why are you running, ma?”

Just as those billowing words leave his mouth, Nanami’s falling back onto his thick thighs, grabbing your body right along to seat you prettily down his brutal dick. It was devastating. It was sloppy how silky, stringy ropes of cum were rushing down in a glossy coat. Smacking so sluggishly down below.

“Wh-what?” you’re batting your teary lashes, jaw hanging open at just how much this didn’t sound like your usually gentle husband. Deep voice jagged, gutturally dangerous - he was talking to you in a steady, hard tone as if you were some prey. Setting his lewd sights on you to mash up even harder into your pretty cunt.

He’s breathing out shakily in a way that told you he was getting close, thighs aching, red tip so angry and flinching in such a dizzy way. “Why- are- you-” The metal band of his gold wedding ring burns into your heated skin, digging possessively when he hauls you close. “-running away? Don’t- don’t think you can escape, darling.”

Those drenched silk sheets bunch up messily behind you at just how firmly he was halting your escape. “S’jus’-” you’re whining, in that syrupy sweet tone that makes him only grow painfully harder. Stiffening his back to drill copious inches, he’s tracing his fingertips back across your stomach. “-you’re in so deep. Think m’- hah, think m’getting close.”

“A-ah– of course you are.” he whimpers, tone lilting upwards at the end. It was just so stimulating how you were taking him so well despite being stuffed to the brim, overflowing in a creamy sheen. “Gotta- gotta get my pretty lady to cum- ngh! Breed her pussy full.” And oh, despite how composed Nanami seemed on the outside you could sense the waver in his words, the way his ruthless pace was evening out to something more messy. Untamed. “Make her the most beautiful momma.”

Brows knitting deeper and deeper every, it hurt - fuck, but it hurt more to not stuff you full until you were round and glowing. To leave even the tiniest chance of you being carried out of this bedroom without carrying his future kid.

“You can do it- cum f’me.” It’s almost like he’s whispering to himself at this point, stamina withering. One hand of his guides your other own down from your searing grip on his unkept strands, down past his tear-slicked cheeks, down past his wobbly plump lips. Wrapping your fingers tightly around Nanami’s pale neck, forcing your nails to dig into the sweat-beaded skin. “Cum f’me- jus this once, because after this time m’not gonna be playing nice, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - 7 rounds

“Shhh, gorgeous.” Geto’s hushed, smooth voice in your ear would almost be soothing, his large thumb gliding against the very peak of your puffed-up clit almost distracting- “S’all part of your special initiation.”

If it wasn’t for the rest of the cult standing behind those semi-sheer watching all of this happen to you, that is.

Ah, you didn’t know whether that syrupy sweet idea of a special initiation - a rite of passage “just for you” - had you joining Geto’s religious association even sooner.

Because here you were - your thighs burning with the relentless stretch of Geto’s forearms hooked underneath them, spreading you so fucking shamelessly towards where the countless others in the group were stood behind the covering around the creaky bed. A barely-there sense of privacy while he just ravaged you into the meanest full nelson possible.

“Oh- fuuuck–” Geto’s groaning at your drunken little squirms on his cock, mouth salivating at the wet squelches being wrenched out with each pressurized thrust. “Just one more round now- come on, seven’s my lucky number. And y’wanna hngh- finish the initiation- right, pretty girl?”

His two strong legs plant even more vice-like on the absolutely drenched sheets, seeping into the creamy puddle of cum and honeyed slick spreading further and further each obscene second.

That lolling nod of your delirious head has him crashing his sensitive, throbbing tip against your spongy g-spot, already so branded with the bruises of his divot. Holding back each whine after whine threatening to drag out from his throat when your swollen lips meet his in a sloppy graze of a kiss.

Shit, you were so cute - no wonder he had the fucking brilliant idea of fucking you like this. Even if it hurt - even if his achy cock was rubbing raw, over and over and-

“Aww, my pretty baby wants a kiss?” Geto’s leering grin only grows when he glides a dripping coat of wispy precum right across the back of your cervix, it’s so hot inside you - and you feel drunk off of every ooze of his cum from before, sloshing down in a milky white sheen. “Well not until you hngh-” He’s moving to bite down onto your earlobe, pussydrunk mind wondering whether your gummy walls were shaping around every ridge and vein of his shaft by now. “-cum f’me once more.”

“S-Sugu–” your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the warm, wet cascade of his juices down your thighs, slipping and sliding you easily down his girthy length. “Don’t know if I- if I can cum- hah-” That admonishing smack! on your achy clit is taken in stride, gaping your gummy entrance even wider to swallow his every fucking inch greedily. “But- but I wanna. Wanna cum f’you so badly.”

There’s a muted shuffling from behind the curtains that have Geto’s darkened eyes narrowing in hostility, and he’s possessively turning his head to take in that sinful view of you down below.

Shit- he could’ve almost came from just the sheer sight. The sight of your glisteningly puffy folds stretched to their limits around the creamy translucent ring around his thick hilt. Velvety walls contorting to massage his attritioning veins, grinding in thorough, purposeful gyrations against his heavily twitching balls.

You were taking him so good.

And Geto’s never been more happy you couldn’t see the full plane of his face. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the mere sight, teeth biting down on his plump lower lip as if to draw blood.

“Then do it.” Geto’s biceps just bulge against the small of your waist when they dig into a restraining loop around your body, pinning you down so helplessly to his sculpted front. “Cum f’me like a good girl then. Show me, show them-” The hand not rolling over your sensitive clit dips upwards to angle your face towards the still-watching crowd. His lips are drag so slowly at your heated ear, “-show them what a good girl you are f’me.”

Your cute, wobbly lips cry out in a broken little whine - and then your slutty cunt is just gushing down the entirety of Geto’s furious front. Slobbering a glossy, glossy sheen that coats his milky skin, syrupy and sticking - meshing your bodies so close together he doesn’t know where you begin and where he ends.

”Good girl- good- hah- good girl.” Geto’s gritting out, trying for all the world to not sound as wrecked as he feels right now. Fuck, ignoring the spiking sensitivity, the stars behind his eyes to chase every little suck of your sopping wet walls, thighs trembly, eyes crinkling with such pathetically big tears. Shit, he’s pussydrunk. Only babbling out, “Ohhh- so perfect f’me, right? Even squirting- too generous f’me, gorgeous.”

It only takes a few more gasps from his ragged chest - heaves even. Delicately pink tip stuffing you so wholly full it’s like you’re about to explode, and Geto’s not too far behind.

Not at all, in fact, with the way a final, harsh nudge against your springy cervix has him spurting out ribbons of creamy white cum. Oozing out in a thick, viscous polish that drools out of your bulging slit. Leaving a lewd trail of evidence where Geto’s fat cock was rummaging your poor insides. Over and over until he’s shooting nothing but blanks.

And it’s so hot, that you can almost feel it in your lungs. Limbs twitching mindlessly, he’s finding it easy to pull out - to display the gloopy filling lazily trickling out of you. Those slender fingers of his on your clit dance just downwards to circle the ring of your sloppy hole, swirling around that messy gloss. He coats his fingers until they just gleam in the dim lighting. Around and around.

With a look of pure, unfiltered pride Geto clears his throat authoritatively. Jolting, you realize he’s not addressing you this time, “Everyone, say hello to your new second-in-command.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - 6 rounds

Choso thinks he’s cumming - Choso thinks he’s crying, begging out such broken little pleas in your open mouth. He’s wrapping five pale, jittery fingers of his around the furiously red base of his cock, angling the bulbous head of his fat tip just right to press deeply into your greedy entrance.

“Oh!” you’re smirking down at your best friend, biting back a wrecked moan at just how much he was stretching you, barely even reeling back at the brief resistance. His shredded patience can only wait a beat - two - more watching the snug channel of your cunt gush down in thick, hot streams of his seed from earlier, before bucking his hips up, up up- “Even five times wasn’t enough for you? What did I hah- tell ya about th-the-”

“I know I know, m’sorry, baby–” Choso cries, dark lashes batting at his cheeks when his eyes scrunch up into a pathetic bawl. “M’sorry I accidentally ate your- your ‘special chocolate’ but I fuck- it feels like m’burning all over. Like m’gonna die if I don’t fuck your cute cunt.”

And yet his bruising grip on your hips don’t waver, he’s still prying down your sticky body onto his, strong arms wrenching open your thighs to straddle him even wider. Still so needy - so hot all over with the itching greed to fuck you until one of you breaks.

Truly, it was a surprise to come home and find out your sweet best friend had raided that joke stash of aphrodisiac chocolate gifted by your coworkers last week - a welcome surprise.

Because here he was - splayed out on your drenched silken sheets, big fat tears glistening across his cheekbones, toned body jolting so harshly at each one of your touches. So pussydrunk that you almost wondered whether it hurt, how his poor, overworked cock wasn’t fucking seizing at this point.

And even if it did, Choso wouldn’t complain - not one bit.

“Please-” his breath comes out in a feverish puff, as wild as the fingers now toying with your swollen clit. Smearing the creamy dredges of his seed all over your puffed-up folds in tight little circles over and over and-

Slam!

In a split-second, Choso’s hands are being pinned above his head. It would’ve looked almost comical - your much smaller ones restraining his own, fingers twitching animalistically with every sloppy drag down his pulsingly needy length - but oh, was Choso letting you. Letting himself be used like your favorite toy.

“You’re being real greedy, Cho–” your teasing voice sends shivers wracking down his entire body. Powerful thighs bucking up in pressurized ruts up into your squelching cunt. “First you ate my- hah- secret stash, n’ now you’re being so hasty makin’ me cum.”

Each one of your words are punctuated by a sticky slam down onto his slowly-reddening pelvis, the fat of your ass being smacked with his sharp hipbones. You were riding him to insanity.

“Yes!” Choso’s jaw hangs deliriously open, rosy red lips forming around your name again and again like a mantra. “M’so greedy- so greedy for your pretty pussy.” He whines, and just the feeling of your velvety walls milking his fat length for so long has his syrupy mess of a mind thrown into such a primal frenzy. “Can’t help it when you’re so heavenly, baby– K-keep wantin’ to fuck this cunt forever.”

The painful pull of your fingers weaving into his dark strands have him keening, latching onto the very tips of your sensitive nipples bouncing temptingly onto his face. “Can’t help it.” he echoes, swirling his hot tongue around your sweet areola, looking up at you with his gorgeously glassy, dark eyes. “Really can’t help it.”

There’s such a sickly, syrupy sweet staccato of Choso’s probing tip pressing deep into the drippingly wet g-spot inside you. And slowly - but steadily - your deft fingers find themselves dancing a path down to wrap around Choso’s heavily gulping throat. Breath hitching when they squeeze-

“Cum f’me, Cho-” he raises his lolling head up to meet yours, meshing back into a messy excuse of a kiss. Your teeth sink down to tug on his pouty bottom lip, fingers tightening, “Cum f’me- s’all to cure you of this chocolate after a-all, right?”

At the reminder of that, his wrists try to wrench useless in your other hand’s vice-like hold. And honestly, Choso doesn’t know if he wants to cum again - he doesn’t know if he can. But the soft clingy feeling of your walls against his girthy shaft have him gasping, poor, overworked balls so raw. Tight and clenching painfully with every crashing push into your g-spot. He’s absolutely ruined.

And both of you know it.

Oh, his head was so light now - your fingers vice-like around his pale throat. The only thing that Choso can seem to urgently choke out right about now is a honeyed, dragged-out drawl of, “Spit-” His wild cock leaking hot precum in another drippingly saturated wave everywhere, “Spit in my mouth, baby–”

And you do - that translucent wad of saliva barely hitting right in the middle of Choso’s lolling-out tongue before he cums. That ravaged divot on the very tip of his fat head stuttering out only one, two tiny beads of milky seed before he’s riding out such an addictively dry orgasm.

Dewy eyes rolling to the back of his head, body sweat-slicked and clinging onto yours with creamy strings of cum and spit. So desperate when he’s fucking into you so filthy, pummelling you along the curve of his length like he was trying to drag out another milky stream of seed. Again and again and-

It takes only a split-second to break out of your hold - of course, it does - and you’re barely even registering it when Choso pins you back onto the sloppy mess of your soaked sheets. Hips still relentless, voice still ragged- “Think we’re gonna hafta hah- skip the dating n’ go straight to marriage after this, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - 8 (and a half) rounds

If there was ever a time that the infamous king of curses would let out raspy little whimpers of his baritone voice - muscled just heaving deep gasps, looking at you all four eyes glistening with wet tears, hearts in his gaze - it would be right now.

When the day sitting around his throne had been too long, when there’d been just a few too many scum curses groveling at his feet.

When you were sprawled all prettily on his muscular, manspread thighs, your expensive robes pulled up just enough for that gummy cunt of yours to stretch open gapingly around his two matchingly rock-hard cocks. The plush of your ass on full, obscene display for him, limbs twitching with each swallowed-up inch down his fat, throbbing lengths.

“Fuuck- take it easy, woman.” he’s hissing, powerful hip rutting upwards to skim his sensitive tip over the ends of your slobbering pussy.

That has you pouty tearily, huffing out a low, “W-well- jus’ want you to hngh- be right-” Skittish fingers fluttering over to where you could feel him coating every hidden spot of your insides in his potent seed, angry cockhead bruising your taut channel more and more open around him. It was such a delicious stretch. And you’re pressing down where you can feel the divot of his head knock feverishly on your womb, splattering around milky dredges inside you, “-here.”

Sukuna’s hips just surge forwards, like he didn’t even realize what he was doing.

“Kuna- wh-wha-” you’re barely able to get out, whirling your head half-lucidly over your shoulder. But you don’t get very far - because one domineering palm hastily turns your face right back. “What are you-”

“No.” he’s letting out a strangled moan, leaving neat little indentations of his black, sharpened fingernails on your skin. “No you don’t get to- oh–” In a flash, sharp canines are digging menacingly right above the pulsepoint on your throat, and his hot breath fans over your ear. “Ah- y’don’t get to see me hngh- like this- fuckin’ embarrassing. I can’t even-”

Sukuna’s cutting himself off by getting up onto two unsteady feet, holding you plastered so close onto his bowed body. The position is so precarious that for a second you’re worried, wondering how the hell the two of you haven’t broken any bones these past eight rounds.

It’s his reversed curse technique, you later learn - but for now all you can do is gasp at your legs dangling in midair, spine arched back against his bulging pecs in a perfect arch, raising your head up, up, up and oh-

His eyes are aflame, glowing through the hypnotically dim lighting. Teeth bared into such a vicious grin one which only curls wider when you ask, “C-can’t even what, Kuna?”

He hisses down at the absolutely sultry look on your face - kiss-bitten lips falling slack into a soft oh! eyes half-lidded and miles away, your moans ringing through his ears like his favorite melody. “Heh- the fuckin- ah-” Another staggering push past your clingy sopping walls have him spitting out little swears, vision blurring dangerously at the corners. “-the fuckin’ audacity t-to ask me that, knowing what yer doing to me. S’pposed to help me relax but you’re hngh- driving me insane.”

You swear, you could feel his bulbous heads grow even thicker, expanding their way into contorting your gripping walls around his very shape. The even deeper intrusion has him throwing his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing with a dragged out moan of your name.

A limp hand of yours dares to thread its way into Sukuna’s, tugging - pulling, “Look at me, please–?” And when he finally does - though, not before punishing the curve of your ass with such a stinging smack - you smirk, “Look so- ngh! pretty when you’re ruined like this, Kuna.”

That makes him falter - it makes his eyes grow just a bit wider, the insides of your elastic cunt being inflated open with another fresh wave of his furiously leaking precum.

“Don’t-” Sukuna clears his throat of any traitorous dredges of a whimper, “Don’t push your- your luck, brat.”

But he couldn’t hide the fondness in his tone, that tiny little drawl of a whimper in his words. Heavy, pink lashes clumping up together with his overstimulating tears. It only takes a few more solid rams into your sweet hole - milking the bloated ends of his lengths for something delicious - a few more sharp, branding slams of his curving balls against your cunt. So large and aching for release that when they do, the sheer volume of Sukuna’s cum makes you dizzy.

Double the amount. It overspills, splattering half the thick, silky contents onto the decadent throne room floor. Soiling a sinful little puddle that he just can’t help but smile at, tutting mockingly, “Now now, look what you’ve done- making things even- hngh! even more stressful f’me now with this to clean up.”

Out of his four beefy arms, two of them pin your own easily behind your back, the other dipping down to roll your puffed-up clit between his thick index and thumb. And the last one- fuck, the last one was pooling all the milky white ribbons of cum slobbering out of your stretched-out entrance. Velvety spurts dousing your walls once more - and he’s having so much fun, molding out your gummy cunt around to squeeze his fingers right in-between his two cocks.

Still rutting into you - still cumming from both heads - every jackhammering thrust sparks stars behind his eyes. Back muscles curving deeper and deeper into you when he replaces every dredge of cum oozing down your saturated slit with a new one. The thrumming hum of his jujutsu making you keen-

“So messy. Such a filthy cunt my woman has-” he sighs, in a dark little way you knew meant he was just seconds away from tearing you apart. “Hmmm…wonder if it’ll be more relaxing. if I cum dry?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - RIP.

The strongest looks up at you with big, teary blue eyes, long lashes twinkling his pretty cheekbones every time he’s batting them. “Please. Just the tip-”

“Toru-”

“Please.” Gojo whimpers out, two of his massive hands laying at rest on the curving globes of your ass. Squeezing. Kneading you desperately in shallow, lazy grinds up and down his furiously leaky cock, “Please, sweetheart, don’t think I can handle cockwarming.” His abds are aching when they flex upwards towards you, “Haven’t had my hngh- fill just yet.”

You’re gasping when he has the audacity to give your plump clit a sharp smack! the pressurized buzz of his jujutsu from earlier sending white-hot electricity running down your arched spine. Splaying your cunt so deliciously to massage against your bulging g-spot. “N-nice try.” you grit out, legs trembling at the feeling of his thick, potent cum sliding out of your surprised entrance. “But I don’t think you’re ready- you’ve already set the lights off with your jujutsu being overstimulated, Toru.”

“Jus’ the tip- m’kay? Just the tip, I swear-” If you were of a clearer state of mind maybe you’d have pointed out that Gojo was well past the tip at this point. Feeling his fat head curve at your womb, knocking in a merciless, methodical pace. “Just missed you so much today- hah- gotta make up for lost time.”

He flashes you a devilish grin - one you’re somewhat ashamed to admit has your sopping cunt drip down a fresh sheen of your sweet sweet juices down his curvaceous length. Pooling at his frantically, painfully squeezing balls.

And Gojo notices - of course, he does - even with his six eyes getting a bit too bleary right about the eighth? ninth? round. Ah, fuck, it didn’t matter anyway-

“Then- then that’s good, isn’t it? Lights out- across all of hah- Tokyo, I bet.” His wretchedly strained tone is so different from the incessant pace of his bullying cock. Bludgeoning deep into your most secure spots, he’s nudging apart every velvety crevice of your walls, making such a mess of the creamy white seed of his dripping from the inside. Gliding his nose up the sweat-slicked column of your throat, “So really- we have nothing better to do. How about you- hngh- let me paint this pretty pussy white all over again?”

Of course, you wanted him to - but it was so fun how your barest tease makes Gojo fall apart. Pouty lips running a mile a minute.

His words are almost sleepy, and both of you aren’t even lucid enough to do anything about the ever-spreading puddle of cum and slick right below you. Meshing your lips drunkenly in an intoxicatingly sloppy kiss, “Come onnnn–” he’s babbling at your pointed silence. “One more? M’begging- begging, sweetheart. You got the strongest on his ah- knees n’ unable to use his powers.”

You knew so many people - so many curses - would kill to have Satoru Gojo all helpless like this. His lips moving faster than his overstimulated mind right now, drool dripping down the side of his rosy red mouth. So sensitive right now - unable to fight back. The only show of his previous prowess of strength being a stray flicker of blue lightning at his eyes when you’re cushioning his fat length with your clingy walls just a bit too hard,

He’s heaving now - gasping deep, lungfuls of air every time his bruising grip is just bouncing your pliant body erratically down onto his. Wreckless, lunging slams that have your knees weak, stars flickering behind your lids.

“Come on- come onnn–” He spits so syrupy sweetly into your panting, open mouth. Slender fingers wrapping around your clit, and it just throbs with the steady hum of his reversed curse technique. Stopping the two of you from breaking bones - because shit, how the hell is Gojo going to fuck up into you like an animal. Desperate little pleas of yes! yes! yes! wrenching from you at the stimulation. “Give it t’me, missed so much when you were gone out today. Please-”

“Hngh! S’too- too-” you’re drawling out incoherent sentences to match his. “Yeah- fuck yes- jus’ like that, Toru–”

It’s only because of Gojo’s ungodly stamina that he was even able to last this long - the fact that he hadn’t fucked himself into a stupor at this point. And that’s the only thing, along with a few fumes of his reversed curse technique that have him careening smacking away your pathetic attempts to meet his thrusts.

The sensitivity too much, that he’s bawling - unable to handle the saturated drags of your slobbering pussy down his raw shaft. Mouth lolling open when you feel two big arms circle around your waist, mumbling tearily, “Wait- fuck hold that- think m’-” Like something snaps in the air.

Because then he’s cumming - at least, Gojo can feel himself cumming. This time, there’s no shattering of lightbulbs, no gleaming power in his pupils, because his poor body was too fucked-out for this. Too tired to do anything but have his heavy, strained-out balls just clench, shooting up wispy blanks into your readily swallowing pussy.

“Oh!” he’s throwing his head back at the sheer overwhelming pleasure, beading out only a few, pearly little beads of sticky seed. But fuck, was Gojo riding out his high - riding out yours. Fucking you through each convulsing little clench of your silky cum-slicked walls, a high you’ve barely even registered still. “I don’t- I don’t know if I-”

“Don’t, Toru.” you warn, but it’s too late - only one, fleeting glance at your prettily stuffed pussy, the creamy little outer ring on your entrance, the way your puffy folds are just quivering like you’re in need of more - has Gojo intaking a sharp gasp.

His wrecked eyes widen, looking almost afraid. Breath hitching, his words are shrill - barely audible, “Think- think we haven’t made up for lost time yet, sweetheart.”

“Toru, I was gone for five hours.”

“And?”

A/N. Gojo nation will we get a comeback today plsplspls?!

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Passing out in the middle of sex w/ the JJK men

Incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso

Contains: fem reader, stomach bulge (geto's), rough sex, teasing, dirty talk, fluff, comfort, oral (f!receiving), multiple positions, hair pulling, masturbation, sugar baby!Toji, Virgin!Choso

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Gojo:

"Fuck- take my fucking cock baby, take that shit-" Gojo groaned in your ear, his hands gripping your hair, right against your scalp, as he gave you the meanest fucking backshots, bullying his fat cock into your cunt.

Tears streamed down the sides of your flushed cheeks, soaking into the sheets your face was pressed into. Gojo's body was hunched over yours, his hand pressing into the sheets on the side of your body, giving him the perfect leverage to keep himself up while he fucked you nice and deep.

"Sa-toruuu-" You cried, your moans coming out strangled and choked from the way his cock was assaulting your sweet spot so deep inside you. "What is it? Talk to me, baby." Gojo cooed, sucking in a breath through his teeth when he felt your cunt clench tightly around him as his tip hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

"S-slow down p-pleasee~" You tried to beg, the words spilling from your lips being barely distinguishable from how slurred they were. Gojo giggled, followed by his hand gripping your hair tighter, making your scalp ache. "I dont think I will..." Gojo cooed, pretending to pout when you cried harder in response.

"You were rubbin' all up on me, interrupting my phone call with Nanamin because you wanted my cock so bad. Now you're cryin' about how it's too much?" Gojo said, scrunching his eyebrows at you in faux sympathy. "Nah, you're gonna take it, sorry mama I really am." He finished, emphasizing his words with a harsh thrust into your cunt.

Your hands dug into the pillow you were holding on to for dear life as he sped up his thrusts, rolling his hips just right so he was obliterating your g-spot, making you see stars in your vision. You tried to beg and cry for reprive, but Gojo was not listening at all, his hand shoving your face harder against the pillow instead as he silently told you to shut up and take it.

Gojo's cock always made you see stars and feel dizzy, but something was different this time. Your vision started to trickle more and more with those fuzzy black dots as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm, your eyes struggling to stay in their sockets as they rolled back continuously in your head.

"You cumming baby? You just got so much tighter, fuck!" Gojo groaned, his hand letting up on shoving your head down slightly so he could lean back and rub your clit with the hand that was holding you up. The sneaky thing slinking between your legs and rubbing quick circles against your bud caught you off guard, resulting in a loud cry being ripped from your lungs, making Gojo laugh as you spasmed on his cock, your orgasm taking you by surprise as it wracked your body with tremors.

You opened your mouth in a silent cry as you came, and before you knew it, you were out cold. Your arms going limp under the pillow, your eyes rolling back before they shut completely as you blacked out. "F-fuck-" Gojo hadn't noticed that you passed out, only seconds after he felt your cunt spasm around him, he released your head and placed his hand on your ass, gripping the fat as he pulled out of your pussy, his other hand immediately wrapping around his cock, jerking himself off hastily as he groaned through his orgasm, hot ropes of cum landing all over your ass and back, as Gojo decorated your skin so prettily with his seed.

Your body still trembled in your sleep, but your breathing had evened out. If not for Gojo's hand on your ass, you would've fallen on your side completely. "Shiiiiit, so fucking pretty." Gojo laughed through the last shocks of his orgasm, wringing his cock out over your ass as he made sure he painted your skin with every last drop of his cum.

"You're so quiet baby, you alright?" Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side as he tried to get a better look at your face. Usually, you whined or something when he came all over you, the sensation of his cum on your back making your body jolt in surprise--something. "Baby?" He started to get worried, tucking his cock into his sweats quickly he leaned over you, his hand sliding up your body.

The second Gojo wasn't holding you up anymore, you collapsed against the sheets, your chest rising and falling steadily as you slept. "Oh shit, came so hard you passed out?" Gojo smiled softly, scooping your body into his arms effortlessly. Gojo relaxed when your head tipped limply against his naked chest, your breath tickling his skin. "Maybe I did go too hard, sorry baby~" Gojo cooed, kissing your forehead.

"Alright~ Upsiedasiesy~ Let's go get you cleaned up you drama queen." Gojo smiled to himself, lifting you off the bed as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up all nice so you didn't wake up a sticky mess in the morning. You were already going to beat his ass in the morning for not listening to you when you told him to slow down, it was the least he could do. Satoru listened to you during sex after that. For the most part.

Geto:

Geto had you in the meanest mating press, your legs over his shoulders, body folded over on itself as he leaned his large frame over yours, slowly but roughly fucking his massive cock into your cunt, stretching you out. Geto was obsessed with watching your eyes roll back in your head each time he thrust his dick to the hilt inside you, his ego swelling each time your face scrunched in painful pleasure from the sheer size of him.

"You feel me in there baby? Feel me in 'ur fuckin' stomach?" Geto groaned, his hand sliding between the two of you to press harshly against your stomach, feeling his cock through your pelvis. Your eyes shot open in alarm, the feeling of his cock being ten times more intense as your g-spot was now forced down to meet his cock.

"S-suguru d-dont press there!!" You tried to tell him, your hands around his neck digging into his skin, sure to leave angry red marks all over his back from your nails. "Su-suguuu!!" You cried. Each time he pulled his cock out and fucked it back inside you it felt like your guts were falling out, your body molding around him when he thrust back inside as he made room for his stupidly large cock.

"But it feels so fucking good-" He groaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he felt his cock thrust inside you from the outside of your body. "Cmon sweet girl, look~" Geto grabbed your arm, pulling it off of his back, your nails scratching his skin in the process as he let up the pressure of his hand on your tummy, placing your hand where his once was before he pressed his over yours, returning the pressure as he made you feel his cock through your skin.

"You feel that? I'm so deep huh?" Geto cooed against your lips, feeling your rapid breaths tickle against them as you basically hyperventilated from how intense it felt. "Y-yes I feel it- fuck!" You whined, your head tipping back into the pillow, your eyes rolling back in your head, your lids following, shutting around them.

Geto kept your hand pressed there as he leaned forward, sucking hickeys into your neck, his hips fucking faster into you when he felt like your pussy was loosened enough. "Ah- ah- ah-" He fucked short, desperate cries from your lungs with each thrust, your fingers tangling in his long hair, gripping against the strands for dear life.

Your legs ached from the position as he pummeled your cunt, giving you deep thrusts as he pulled his cock out almost entirely before thrusting it back into you. "Sugu- It's too deep- too much-" You cried against his ear, your face only flushing redder and redder the longer he fucked into you.

"Shhh, you can take it, just let me give it to you princess, let me fuck you like this." He whispered back, his breath tickling your neck as he spoke, his lips going back to suck against your neck as he disregarded your words. You cried on his cock all the time, complaining about how it was 'too much' but you never meant it, always complaining and asking why he stopped when he actually did slow down, so why would it be any different this time?

"N-no Sugu reallyyy- t-too much-" You tried to whimper out, your eyes squeezing together tightly as the pressure in your stomach became too much. The pleasure was overwhelming, and his weight pressing against you was overbearing, your body couldn't take it anymore. Your jaw dropped in a gasp right before your body went limp, your mind going completely blank as you passed out, mid stroke.

Your hand loosening in his hair and falling limply against the sheets was all he needed to know something wasn't right. Within seconds of you passing out, Geto pulled his head back from your neck to look at your face, noticing how relaxed it was as your head laid to the side against his pillow. He stopped his thrusts completely, his eyebrows raising in surprise as he let your legs fall from his shoulders, his hand caressing your cheek.

"Baby?" Geto spoke, shaking your head softly, your head jostling limply in his hold. He pulled his cock out of you that instant, his thighs straddling your hips as he cradled your face in both of his hands, shaking a little harder as he tried to wake you up. "Cmon pretty, wake up for me." He mumbled to himself, tapping his fingers against your cheek.

He sighed in relief when you stired awake, gaining your consciousness. "There you are." He smiled, his cock still throbbing hard pointing upwards as he crawled off of you, sliding to the side of your body, running his hands over your cheeks. "You passed out on me baby." He explained when you looked at him slightly confused, your face instinctually leaning into his touch.

He lifted your body with ease from under your arms, making you sit on his thighs, facing him. You leaned forward onto his chest, your shaky body absorbing his body heat. "Asshole..." You mumbled into his skin, wrapping your arms under his, your hands resting on his back. His cock twitched when it was pressed against your stomach, but he did his best to ignore it. "I told you it was too much." You chastized, hiding your face in his chest as you blushed in embarrassment, you cant belive you actually just fucking passed out during sex.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't know you were serious." He said, trying to hold back his giggles as he soothingly rubbed his hands over your back. "Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole." You repeated, one of your hands sliding out from his arm to weakly slap at his naked chest, your blush only growing deeper. You wished you would pass out again to excape how embarrassing this was.

"I know, I know. I'm an asshole." He agreed, pressing his lips together as he looked down at you fondly as you took your anger out on him. He knew you were embarrassed, so if this is what made you feel better so be it. The fact that he was still hard only added to your irritation, your face feeling as hot as the sun as you smacked him harder, "Pervert, pervert, pervert, pervert." You groaned, your chant switching between the two.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." He laughed, squeezing tightly around your body, pressing your arms flush to his body so you couldn't hit him anymore. You blushed furiously and helplessly against him as your body was restrained by his sheer strength. "Are you okay baby? Seriously." He asked, tipping his head to the side as he looked at you, his hand stroking over your head. "I-I'm fine." You blushed at his sudden demeanor change.

"Good, also I think we might want to establish a safeword from now on." He added, your eyes darting around the room as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head. You hummed in agreement, still trying to recover from the massive hit to your pride passing out had done to it.

"Let's get you cleaned up, yeah? I'll run you a bath and make you some tea, okay? Sound good princess?" Geto asked, his large hands running over the expanse of your back, making your body relax against his unconsciously as you nodded against him, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with sleep.

Nanami:

"Mmm..." Nanami moaned against your clit, shaking his head back and forth along your folds while he sucked your clit between his lips, his tongue flicking against it in his mouth. "Fff-uck!!" You cried, your thighs squeezing around his head as he ate you out like a man starved.

Your hands dug into his hair tightly, your nails raking against his scalp to ground yourself, Nanami's long fingers curled right against your sweet spot inside you, his quick thrusts only adding to the already loud squelching coming from between your legs, making the tips of your ears turn red in embarrassment. You fought your head to stay down, looking at Nanami, you didn't want to miss the sight of your gorgeous husband eating you out.

It's not like it was a rare occurrence, Nanami ate you out every single time before the two of you had sex, but it was a sight to behold every single time. You never got tired of the sight of his lidded eyes staring at yours, the entire half of his lower face covered in your slick, his usually uniform hair being strewn in every direction as you ruffled the strands, your hands pushing his bangs out of his face to get a better view of him.

One of Nanami's hands was pressed between his body and the bedsheets as he jerked himself off while he ate you out, unable to ignore the throbbing pleasure in his cock he got from tasting you. He stroked his cock to the pace of his fingers inside you, trying to mimic the way your cunt felt around him.

"Oh fuck- Nanami right there-" You moaned, your jaw dropping in a small o when he sucked your clit just right, his fingers stabbing into your spot simultaneously, causing the most delicious pleasure to wrack through your body. Your back arched as you pressed Nanami's head agaisnt your pussy, keeping him in that exact spot that had you seeing stars. "Fuck don't stop- k-keep sucking my clit I'm gonna cum-" You gasped, your words coming out breathily as you threw your head back, your eyes screwed shut from the pleasure.

Nanami groaned into your folds, his hand jerking faster over his cock when he felt your cunt pulse faster around his fingers. "Nggghhhh-" You whined as the pleasure took over your body, your thighs snapping shut around your husbands head as he continued to suck your clit into his mouth, his fingers fucking into you as he worked your though your orgasm.

Your body jerked forward, hands digging into his hair as you cried out his name as you felt your release squirt into his mouth. Nanami drank up all of you hungrily, his tongue lapping at the base of his fingers when you started to come down from your high, his adam's apple bobbing as he greedily swallowed up all of your cum.

"Good girl, good fucking girl." Nanami groaned against your clit, his voice coming out hoarse. You whined as his fingers continued thrusting inside of you, his hand still jerking quickly over his cock. You thought he was going to stop after you came, but you quickly realized after trying to push his head away to no avail, that that was not the case. Nanami was in one of his moods, and he was not done eating your pussy quite yet.

"Fuck- Ken waitttt- It's sensitive Kento-" You cried, your hands pushing at his head harder, trying to get him to let up. His hand that was jerking himself off shot out from under him to grab at both of your wrists, pushing them off of his head as he gripped them over your pelvis, his eyes shooting daggers at you.

You whined, your body thrashing and jerking in oversensitivity as he kept fucking you, continuing the same rough pace as before, your poor clit being assaulted by his ruthless tongue as he battered at it. "Oh g-oddd-" You groaned, your face scrunched in the overwhelming pleasure as he fucked you quickly towards another orgasm.

You thought the black dots that started to speckle your vision were because of your impending orgasm, but you would be sorely mistaken. Your entire body tensed before it relaxed against the sheets, your head fell back against the pillow, your hands loosened in Nanami's hair, and your thighs relaxed with the rest of your body as you fell unconcious.

Nanami's eyes were screwed shut as he shook his head back and forth, but they peeled open when he noticed how your body relaxed at once. He was met with your peaceful-looking face as your body laid slack agaisnt the sheets. He quickly raised from between your thighs, wiping your cum from his mouth with the back of his hand he reached over you and caressed your face, calling your name repeatedly.

It didn't take much for you to come to, you were only out for maybe a total of thirty seconds. You awoke to Nanami's body hovering over yours, his flushed face staring at yours with concern. "Hey there." He smiled when you fully opened your eyes. The first thing you noticed was how sore you felt between your legs, your face scrunching in discomfort.

"I'm sorry, that was too much wasn't it?" Nanami immediately apologized, his face softening as he caressed your sleepy-looking face. "I- I didn't know I was going to pass out, I'm sorry." You replied, looking away from his gaze. Sure, it did feel intense, but nothing more than you haven't felt before.

"Don't apologize sweet thing, it was my fault, I should be more careful. I got carried away." Nanami said honestly. Your shaky hands reached up to wrap around his neck, pulling his face down to meet your own. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, full of love and compassion, before you pulled away, looking at him with a red face.

"I'm okay, It's alright Ken." You reassured, rubbing your fingers over his undercut, making him practically purr. He sighed in relief before his body was pressing against yours, his arms wrapping under your body. "You had me worried. Never passed out on me before." Nanami spoke into the crook of your neck, pressing light kisses into the skin there.

You giggled, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck, keeping him tightly against you. "Kento." You spoke after a couple seconds, making him hum into your neck. "You're really hard. I can feel it on my leg." You whispered, blushing at your own words. Nanami cleared his throat before he spoke, his head pulling up from your neck to look at your face, "Ah, sorry. Ignore that, I'll go take care of it." He said, the tips of his ears turning red.

You pulled him back down towards you when he tried to get up to take care of his little problem. "That's not what I meant." You said, looking into his eyes while you bit your lip. "I uh... I'm up to keep going if you want. You haven't even put it in yet." You said, running your fingers up the back of his head, sending goosebumps down his spine.

"I don't know if that's a good idea..." Nanami said softly, trying to ignore how hard his cock twitched in his sweats at the proposition. "Ken I'm okay I promise. Please? I want you inside me." You whispered, wrapping your legs around his hips. Those words were all he needed to hear. Looking between your bodies before he pressed his clothed cock agaisnt your cunt, he looked back up at you before he spoke, "Are you sure?"

You humped your hips up to meet his as you nodded, "I'm sure, please." You said once more, moaning softly when his tip bumped against your sensitive clit. With a sigh, Nanami leaned forward, hovering his lips right above yours, "Alright... I'll be careful."

Toji: cw: toji keeps going after you pass out, breeding kink

"Dirty fuckin' girl, pussy is fuckin' swallowing up my cock," Toji growled, yanking your hips back to meet his, his heavy balls slapping against your clit roughly, making you whine in painful pleasure. You arched your back, throwing your ass against him to meet his thrusts, your hands against the sheets holding yourself up giving you the perfect leverage to fuck yourself on his cock.

"Fuck Toji- Harder- give it to me harder-" You begged, biting your lip as your eyes crossed at his cock pounding against your g-spot, his fat tip absolutely obliterating it. "Anything for my favorite client~" Toji groaned, smirking at your shameless show of your need for him, his hips pulling back further as he fucked all 8 inches into you faster, pulling out to the tip before he bullied it back inside you.

"Ohmygoddd-" You whined, your cunt gushing around him as he fucked you just how you liked, his hands sneaking under your body to rub at your clit, adding to your pleasure. "How's that feel mama? Am I giving it to you good? You like when I fuck you hard like this?" Toji cooed, groaning through his words. You fucking loved how filthy his mouth was.

Toji wasn't quiet outside of the bedroom, but he wasn't exactly a man of many words. During sex, however--this beast of a man got pussy drunk on you quick every single time, the feeling of your familiar tight, wet walls around him never failing to make his lips loose, filth spilling from his lips without a second thought the second they popped into his fucked out head.

"Yes T-toji, feels so good- you're s-so deep-" You whined back, feeling tears start to well up in your eyes. Toji groaned at your words, his finger rubbing faster across your clit, his movements becoming sloppy as your words worked him up to no end. Toji would never admit it out loud, but he had a major praise kink. He could feel his cock leak pre-cum every time you told him how good his cock felt inside you.

"Yeah, pretty girl? Feels that good? You fucking love this dick huh?" He babbled, sucking air in through his teeth when you clenched around him. "Yes Tojiiii, love it so much- fucking love your dick- g'na make me cum-" You cried, your words coming out slurred. Toji loved how easy it was to make you cum, your body was so sensitive to his every touch it drove him up the fucking walls.

"Good girl, this fucking dick loves you too." Toji laughed through a groan. "'M gonna cum with you pretty girl, where do you want it, hm? Where do you want my c-cum? he added, feeling his cock twitch inside your cunt with his impending release.

"I-Inside inside please- cum inside me-" You babbled, the upper half of your body falling against the sheets as your arms gave out. Toji's body chased yours, his hands planting on the sides of your body on the bed as he humped his cock into you, his fingers not letting up on your clit as he rubbed small quick circles into the little bud.

You felt so dizzy with his cologne filling up your nose with his proximity. He hooked his fingers into your already open mouth as he gave you hard, deep thrusts, fucking you both toward your orgasms. "Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Cum deep inside your tight little cunt?" Toji groaned against the shell of your ear. "Might knock you up, bet you'd like that though huh? Bet it makes you feel all hot jus' thinkin' about it, can feel your pussy tryna' milk my cock right now." He babbled.

You didnt even have time to respond before you were gasping agaisnt his fingers, your eyes rolling back in your head as his cock fucked your orgasm out of you, his hips rolling into your ass, the tip of his cock massaging against your sweet spot so perfectly, making your eyes roll back in your head. "Oh shit- so fucking tight-" Toji groaned as you came around him, your pussy spasming around him.

You severely underestimated how hard your orgasm was. Barely three seconds into it and you were blacking out, your arch falling as you fell limply against the sheets, Toji's hips chasing yours as he continued fucking into you with reckless abandon. "Oh shit, did'ya pass out, pretty?" Toji groaned, his hands pressing into the sheets next to your body as he continued humping into your warm cunt, his eyes taking in the sight of your relaxed face.

"Shit-" Toji laughed, feeling a whole new wave of arousal wracks through him, "You don't mind if I finish right? 'M so fucking close~" He cooed at you as you breathed steadily against the sheets, your cunt still sucking him in as tightly as it was while you were awake. Toji smirked as he picked up his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you with loud squelches. "Yeah, you don't mind. Such a good girl for me, always so fucking good." He praised, feeling himself on the edge.

"Fuck- I'm cumming princess, gonna fill you up just how you w-wanted. Sorry, you're not awake to f-feel it. There's gonna be so fucking much." He babbled, his hips losing their rhythm inside you right before he came. Your body jostled limply as he used your cunt to get himself off, his hips stilling agaisnt your ass as he shot rope after rope of his hot cum inside you, groaning loudly through his teeth as he did so.

"Yeah take that fucking load- goddd. Suck me so good even when you're out. Heh." he huffed out a laugh as he rolled his hips agaisnt your ass, making sure he gave you every last drop of his cum. He let himself relish in the feeling of your warm walls spasming around him for a few seconds longer before he pulled out, his cum chasing his cock as it dripped out of your tight hole, dribbling down your pussy.

Sitting back on his heels, he scooped his cum up with his fingers before he shoved them inside you, making sure his cum stayed nice and deep in your pussy. "Guess I gotta wake you up now, huh?" Toji said to himself, his eyes taking in how peaceful you looked. "Time to get up sleeping beauty. Daddy needs his payment." He said half joking as he crawled up your body and slapped your cheek softly before following it up with a gently rub, trying to wake you up.

Sukuna: cw: heian era true form sukuna, monsterfucking, rough sex, cervix fucking, degradation, stomach bulge, misogyny if you squint, squirting, semi-soft Sukuna at the end

"That's the best you can do? Your reputation does not precede you, I thought you could take cock with no problem, hm? Should I have chosen someone else?" Sukuna teased, pouting as you struggled to ride his massive cock, your hands jerking his second cock in tandem as you tried to bounce on the other.

Sukuna had never picked up a girl from a whorehouse before, but with your reputation running rampant across the village he resided in about how well you supposedly took cock, he decided to give it a shot. He was only teasing when he said he should've chosen someone else. You were easy on the eyes, and he would be lying if he said he didn't love watching a pretty girl struggle on his cock.

Usually, he would be fed up with this slow, weak pace, but he was in no rush today, so he decided to have a little fun with you. "I've n-never taken someone as big as you m-my lord." You whined, your hands squeezing around his tip harder when his cock hit your cervix painfully as you sat down on it.

"No? Is that why you're being such a crybaby?" He asked, tilting his head at you as he watched fat tears roll down your rosy cheeks, mixing with the sweat beading on your neck. His eyes watched how your tits bounced as you rode him, only taking in about half of his cock as the whole thing proved to be too painful.

"Fuckkk-" You groaned, ignoring his words as you tried to focus on taking his cock the best you could. Sukuna sat back agaisnt his throne, two inhuman arms spread over the armrests on his throne, two placed on your thighs, his long nails digging into your thighs as you rode him.

The slow pace was annoying, sure, but it was doing something for him to watch your face twist in painful pleasure as you fucked him. "L-lord Sukuna, P-please, a little help please-" You whined, feeling your legs start to ache from riding him for so long, your stomach starting to cramp from how deep he was inside you.

"How shameless." He tsked, "We just met, you fuck me at the pace of a snail, and now you dare to ask me for help? What terrible manners." He chastised before his strong hands pulled you down against him completely, his cock fucking into your cunt as deep as it could go, his tip knocking painfully against your cervix.

You cried out in pain, the sound sending blood rushing to his cock, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he watched you writhe on top of him, your hands leaving his second cock to press over the bulge in your tummy, your jaw dropped in awe. "It's deep huh? I can see it poking through your skin." Sukuna growled before his hands slit to your waist and used the leverage he had there to fuck you on his cock like his own personal cocksleve.

"S-sukunaa!! L-ord Sukuna p-please! It's too much!" You cried, your hands grabbing his thick wrists as he fucked you at an inhuman pace--fitting. Sukuna looked at you almost disgusted, confused, you couldn't tell through the tears blurring your vision. "What a selfish girl." He growls. "I thought you wanted help? But now it's too much? Make up your mind, dumb woman."

You could do nothing but cry and scream as he impaled you on his cock. You've never felt anything like how you were feeling right now, it was so intense. You swore the second you walked out of here, you were going to go straight to the infirmary to check if he had punctured your stomach open, because it sure as hell felt like it.

"And now she can't even talk, how pathetic." Sukuna tsked, looking at you with a face full of disappointment. You could barely register the small sinister smirk spreading across his face before you felt the reason for his demeanor change on your body. Looking down you saw a mouth the size of a small child had manifested on his stomach, and a thick tongue was poking out between the lips to lick at your pussy.

"H-huh!?" You yelped in surprise when the tongue battered harshly against you, sending sparks through your tummy. "Surely you'll be able to move your hips now, hm? This spot here makes women so sensitive." Sukuna cooed, watching how the tongue on his stomach emphasized his words by trying to focus on your clit. The attempt proved to be a little difficult from the size difference of your small clit to his tongue, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself nonetheless.

"Wait- w-wait please p-lease wait-" you cried, the feeling of his tongue quickly becoming overwhelming. The cock not inside you was dripping pre-cum all over the outside of your tummy, the appendage having a strong curve as his tip was being rubbed against your skin. Before Sukuna could spew more mean words, a clear liquid was being sprayed across his abdomen, making his eyes open in surprise.

Sukuna had never seen anything like it before. The liquid dripped down his cock, and all over his abdomen, some of it even landing on the stomach mouth as he lapped it up greedily, tasting the liquid. While Sukuna was still taking in this new sight, your body collapsed limply against his chest, his hands freezing in place as he looked down at your smaller frame agaisnt him, breathing peacefully unconscious as if you weren't currently tending to him.

"You're kidding me," Sukuna growled, the prominent vein in his forehead popping out as he ran his hand through his hair, sighing at the current predicament. "Human women are so weak." He sighed, continuing to rake his eyes over your frame as you slept without a care in the world against him. "I have no interest in fooling around with a sleeping person. So boring." He said, his lip raising in untinerest.

His cock was still hard inside of you, his mind still replaying what had happened moments before you passed out so selfishly. How could you expose him to something like that then pass out? He wanted to see it again. His eyes studied your face, and after some time he found himself thinking you looked almost cute.

He didn't recognize the feeling, chalking it up to amusement as one of his large hands rested on your lower back. his eyes finally looking away from your frame as he looked around the empty room around him. "You better wake up soon, girl. I'm not done with you." Sukuna growled, relaxing against his throne as he waited for his little plaything to awaken.

Choso:

"Fuck- oh god this feels so good-" Choso cried, humping his big cock desperately and sloppily inside your cunt. Choso was a virgin prior to your interaction now, and you had somehow convinced him to let you take his virginity from him. You had always been attracted to the half-curse, so you thought this was a brilliant idea.

What you hadn't accounted for, was the possibility that this innocent man had a horse cock between his thighs. Choso had thought there was something wrong with his equipment when you stared at his cock like it was something foreign after he pulled it out of his pants. "I-is there something wrong?" He had asked insecurely.

Your eyes merely dragged up to meet his eyes slowly, the awestruck look still on your face, your jaw dropped in a small o shape as you stared at him incredulously. When you told him his cock was the biggest you'd ever seen, he looked almost confused, proceeding to ask you if that was a good thing. Choso clearly had no idea how big he was, and he definitely had no idea how to use it.

He was so oblivious to how much damage his dick was currently doing to your pussy. You briefly taught him how to stretch you out on his fingers, but even as thick as they were--they did little to prepare you for the girth and length of his cock. You bit your bottom lip as you tried to conceal your moans, trying your best to instruct Choso how to fuck you correctly.

His reckless, sloppy thrusting did feel good nonetheless, but you knew with a cock his size--that it could feel even better if he fucked you with some sort of a technique. "C-choso- a-aim your hips up when you t-thrust inside me," You whined, your hands reaching down to grab his hips and pull them towards you, trying to give him some direction. "L-like this?" Choso asked, thrusting into you at a new angle, the tip of his cock pistoning straight into your sweet spot.

You sighed out in sweet relief at how good it felt. "Yes~ Fuck yes, right there Choso, keep fucking me right there, just like t-that," You praised, your eyes rolling back in your head as it fell back against the pillow. You allowed Choso to have his way with your body as your relaxed against the sheets.

It was a smart move on your end to suck Choso off and make him cum once before he fucked you, he was lasting longer than you thought he would for a virgin. "God- It's so tight. Is it always this tight?" He asked, staring between where the two of you were connected, beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face.

"Mhmm- y-yeah." You answered, only half listening to his question as he fucked you just right, his fat cock hitting all the right spots inside you. "It's so warm too... I love this, I love fucking you like this. I- I don't want this to end." He babbled honestly, quickly becoming pussy drunk as his eyes searched for yours. You looked down at him, meeting his desperate, puppy-like gaze.

Smiling at his sweet face, you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him towards you, your lips grazing against his. "Me neither Choso, keep fucking me. Your cock feels s-so good inside me." You whispered against his lips, resulting in a whine from the dark-haired man before you pressed your lips to his, swallowing up all his gasps and whines.

He kissed you sloppily, but his beginner technique felt good as he tried to copy you, licking into your mouth, and tangling his tongue with yours. "This feels good," He pulled away to moan aginst your lips before leaning back in to continue making out with you.

His honesty made you hot all over, you don't think you've ever been with a guy as verbal and sweet as Choso. "So good Cho, you're doing so good." You groaned against his lips, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he fucked his cock inside you.

He pulled back from the kiss as he placed leaned back on his heels, pulling your thighs over his as he fucked into you in the new position. This position allowed his cock to fuck straight into your g-spot, making you cry out loudly for him. "Holy fuck-" You groaned, your eyes rolling back in your head at how intense it felt.

Choso groaned at your response, his face heating up at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him tighter at this new angle. While the curse took in how your body moved and bounced under him, his eyes latched onto a small pearl-looking thing right above the hole he was fucking into, the bead being covered slightly with a flap of skin.

The sudden urge to touch it came over him as he reached out for it, "Can I touch right here?" He asked. Before you were able to look down at what he was referring to, you felt his thumb on your clit, the pad of it rubbing along the nub with pinpoint accuracy. The added sensation of him touching your clit made you scream out for him.

The fact that this half-curse had manifested less than a year ago, was currently losing his virginity, and had found your clit with such ease, better than most people you've had who weren't virgins and had been alive for however many years-- sent you spiraling. "Fuck Cho w-wait-" You tried to warn him it was too much, but it was too late.

Your vision went blurry and your head spun as little black dots clouded your vision before you blacked out, falling unconscious in the middle of him fucking into you and harshly rubbing at your clit. "H-huh?" Choso stopped moving when he looked down and noticed your limp body. He called out you name, and to no avail, not even a twitch of response from your out-cold body.

He stayed inside of you, frozen in place as he tried to think of what to do. "A-are you okay?" He asked, his hand shaking the side of your body gently, your body jiggling with his touch. "I don't know what to do..." He mumbled, looking around the room like the walls would come to life and give him guidance.

"Hey, you okay?" He repeated again, leaning over your body to shake your face, his cock still snug inside you. You winced and groaned as you came to, your eyes cracking open once more. You were met with Choso smiling softly at you, looking relieved. "You fell asleep. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Are you okay?" He asked, keeping his hand on your face, rubbing the sweat from your skin.

"Fuck... Choso I'm sorry, I bet I scared you huh?" You said apologetically, your hand cupping over his as you rubbed the back of his hand. Choso pouted before he responded, "Don't be sorry, I was a little startled, but I think that was my fault." He said, a light blush dusting across his cheeks. "Does that normally happen?" He asked, tipping his head at you.

You laughed, your hand caressing down his arm. "Not usually no, it's definitely never happened to me before, you're dick is just too good Cho." You giggled, watching how embarrassed he got when you said that. "I-I don't know." He said, looking away from your face in embarrassment--he really was oblivious.

"No?" You teased, purposefully squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him hiss at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut. "Why don't you fuck me some more, hm? I'll tell you all about how good your cock makes me feel." You whisper teasingly, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, pushing his stray hair away from his face.

"Is that okay?" He asked hesitantly, "What if you pass out again?" Choso swallowed all the saliva in his dry mouth, feeling himself throb inside your walls. He really did want to keep going, but he was afraid of you passing out again. "It's okay, just take it easy, and maybe don't touch my clit for now." You added, laughing, making him blush as he nodded in understanding.

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