“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you
"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old
“how did you get into writing” i listened to the soldier, poet, king song and the gods chose “poet” in my mildly prophetic dreams
i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands
having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved
synopsis | in which you, an english teacher, can't seem to find time to spend with your equally busy lawyer boyfriend, hiromi higuruma. and the stress and distance almost breaks you both.
content | MDNI. fem!reader. lawyer!higuruma x english teacher!reader. established relationship. porn with SO much plot like wow why'd i write so much. slight angst. dry humping. fingering. (brief) praise AND degradation because mommy marce likes to write both. masturbation (m!receiving). pinv. lots of fluff as well, my babies.
word count | 10.6k (because i fucking love hiromi higurma)
It's not often that you go toe-to-toe with the criminal defense attorney Hiromi Higuruma—in fact, it's so rare it might be considered unfeasible, an anomaly of sorts.
Not because you can't. Rest assured, Higuruma's profession had nothing on your natural ability to convince and persuade. You were one of those kids who were considered "beyond their years," an "old soul”. Many times, you had been told you should be a lawyer, which was just a kinder way of calling a child a 'bitch' before the child actually knew what that word meant. You had a fierce stubbornness that had yet to be shaken. But it wasn't like that with Higuruma. You seldom argued because you never really had to. Things fell into place with a man like him, you both worked in tandem, like two slightly differing dances moving around each other with a musical kind of ease and care. Dancing, and dancing, and dancing in spinning circles that sometimes gave you whiplash. And it's anything but argumentative.
synopsis | more of in which your little sister, toph, is trying so hard to make you and firelord!zuko get along despite your obvious differences (for the sake of the gaang, of course, because toph has never had ulterior motives). zuko is a distracted moron after your last little get together.
content | MDNI. fem!reader. reader being inherently difficult/stubborn. simp!zuko. brief bone manipulation. oral (f!receiving). praise. talking through it. lowkey brat!reader like sry not sry. cowgirlllll. kind of cliff-hanger?
word count | 4.8k
It’d been a long week for you and your sister’s little group of friends, a frightfully scorching, hot week since your last not-so-secret rendezvous with the great Fire Lord Zuko himself. Clothes are lazily worn by just about every human being who resides in the nation, conversations are held under fans and large trees and next to soothing streams of lakes. Everyone is still buzzing about the party just days ago, the first of many this summer, the first of many for the new lord. While no one’s exactly mentioning the stark tension that seemingly floats about the palace, the obvious elephant in the room, it’s unlikely that this new, biting atmosphere has gone unnoticed.
Servants whisper rumors throughout the corridors, quick ones that leave people on cliffhangers. Advisors of the Fire Lord make off handed notes about his sudden distraction these past few days, uncertain if it’s the product of his friends being here to stay or some new piece of eye candy that wanders about in green dresses and pretty hair. These conversations are short, too, paired with presumptive glances and raised brows. Toph might be the worst of them all, a beauty at keeping a secret but not so well versed in making things seem normal. No one knows exactly what she smiles about at dinner, but she is smiling, more mischievous than normal, and while it’s not a tell-tale, it is an intriguing hint, something that almost begs you to question it.
btw i want to say that the entire tumblr community banding together is what got these changes reversed so i hope u all realise the power of a reblog and start reblogging posts instead of just liking them this is the reblog website so hit that button right now
Omg girl your zuko smut was EVERYTHING!!!!
I need another 10 like yesterday!
So please could you do some more zuko smut, you’re so fkcing good at writing it oh my days!
of course of course of course, my fingers are doing their typing!!!
please do let me know if you guys wanna be tagged in any future atla or zuko specific stuff because I'm always happy too, or if u guys have any suggestions for fics, i LOVE the feedback
yeahhh we’re gonna need 1000 more chapters of that Zukoxtophsister!reader from you!!!! so glad I found your blog
AHHHHH im so glad so many people enjoyed it, I'd had it in my drafts for so long until a friend convinced me to finally post! there will definitely be more to come if people would like (and other sokka stuff potensh???)
I've been posting a lot of jjk but im gonna get back on my atla grind pretty soon, I got y'all
synopsis | in which unwaveringly loyal!reader is stuck with the body of their dead lover, suguru getō, his mind now overtaken by kenjaku who refuses to let you leave. and you don't really plan on leaving either.
content | just angst, hurt no comfort, so much sadness im feeling #depressed
word count | 1.8k
PART ONE
What is your least favorite thing about Kenjaku?
Today, you've decided, it's the way he sleeps.
Often, it's one of your favorite parts of the days you spend with him. He rests, body straight and still, like a soldier, that sluggish smirk sliding on his lips, like his dreamscape plots with him. And it disgusts you, this picture of him, lying in your bed, flaunting that jagged scar across his hairline. But a sleeping Kenjaku is so much better than a waking one.
A sleeping Kenjaku looks very close to death, you think.
Not quite close enough.
i need you freaks to lock in because i wanna post a geto x reader angst fic where the reader used to be in love with him before kenjaku took over his body, but she can’t bring herself to leave kenjaku because she still sees him as geto…
but u guys gave NO love to my geto fic the other day so im #onthefence
synopsis | in which firelord!zuko really likes when you touch his hair. and maybe he wouldn't mind a little tug either.
content | MDNI. smut, fem!reader, hair pulling (m!receiving), improper use of fire bending, dry!humping, masturbation (m!andf!receiving), lowkey subby!zuko if u squint
word count | 2.6k words
In truth, you hadn't meant to tease your husband.
In all fairness---had you been allowed to make your case—you weren't aware that your husband could be teased so easily.
In your case, you might note: your husband, the Firelord Zuko, the leader of one of the greatest nations known to man. These were all great feats, many were assured, but now, here he was, muddled down into putty by what?
Your hands in his hair?