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Man I love reading the fics you write it so addictive…besides the mdzs ones I’m also so in love with the other fandoms you write for…I have a question though will you still be writing for mdzs? (Sorry I’m so thirsty for Jiang Cheng Smut)
I do still write for him but just no motivation rn
Zuko was leaning back against the headboard with a breathless groan, leaving his lips as your fingers threaded through his messy black long hair, your fingers tugging at the strands gently. His attention never strayed from your pretty face, completely focusing on you and on the moment. You were straddling him, sinking down slowly onto his throbbing length with shaky breaths.
You were already on the verge of being overwhelmed, but Zuko's hands shot up from your thighs to your hips, halting you in your movements, causing a shudder to emit from your lips. "Zuko?" you whispered, blinking at him, confused.
"Don't move," he whispers into your ear. "Let me feel all of you." His words alone made your walls tighten around his length immensely, his head dropping to your neck, feeling his cock.
He tilted his head, but his cock twitching inside you made it really hard to focus much on what he was saying. "Fuck," he moans into your neck, almost bordering on a whimper, Zuko's arms circle around your body, one hand slides up your spine, pulling you flush against him until your chest presses to his. Zuko shakily breaths, "Stay still."
Your breath hitched, body trembling as his length pulsed inside you. "W-What? But-"
"Shh." He kissed the corner of your mouth slowly while holding you perfectly still. You don't think you could do this, you're already so overstimulated as it is.
The stillness was maddening. His cock throbbed inside you with every heartbeat, the stretch so deep and constant it had your body trembling from the effort of holding still. Your nails dug into his shoulders. "Feels so good.... my pretty wife, missed you so much," Zuko murmurs, "just a little longer... promise."
You whined, trying to roll your hips, but his hand immediately pressed down on your waist, pinning you harder against him. "No," he said firmly, and the deep sound of his voice made your body heat up further.
The minutes dragged, your body shivering from the overwhelming sensation of being filled and denied movement. Zuko kissed along your jaw. "You're shaking," he murmured, nipping lightly at your ear. "So needy."
You whimpered his name, and he finally pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes scanning every inch of your trembling body. "Hold out a little longer," he promised, hands gripping your hips tightly. "And then I'll let you fall apart as much as you want."
Your thighs trembled from holding yourself still, his cock throbbing inside you with every pulse of blood rushing through your veins. The ache was unbearable, and every breath made you whine softly into his chest.
"Zuko... I can't," you whispered with your voice cracking. "Please." You broke with a strained moan of his name, his cock deep inside you, clenching violently around him as your orgasm ripped through you, making your body shake in his lap. The wet sound of your release coating him only spurred him on, making his thrusts sharper.
"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, hips slamming into yours one last time as he spilled hot inside you, grip bruising on your hips. He buried his face in your neck, muffling a rough moan as his cock pulsed, filling you to the brim.
I love your writing so much☺️ I was wondering if we could please get a sensual Zuko c*ckwarming fic where he’s absolutely p*ssy drunk after not being with his wife for a long time 😚💞
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ᝰ.ᐟ an injury from a recent mission you went on leaves you with no memory of your life before, including your husband. angst-ish. fluff. happy ending.
a/n: i got the inspo to write this after reading @sukunaglazerrr's fic!! i lowk gave up at the end. i wanna get better at writing dialouge without it sounding repetitive but i keep cycling through shit like "says" "whispers" "mumbles" and im like bruh bruh bruh bruh bruh bruh #fml
the mission wasn't supposed to end like this. it was supposed to be simple—delivering a scroll to the kazekage and coming back home. but the ambush was quick, violent, and you were left for dead. when sasuke had gotten the news, he'd felt sick in a way he hasn't experienced since his teenage years. he knew you'd be alright—what, with sakura and tsunade on your case? but still. it was a terrible, dreadful feeling.
he'd been comforted when he saw you, your injuries almost entirely healed by now thanks to sakura. you were unconscious, but he'd been assured that you'd wake up in a few hours. that was two weeks ago. the dread has continued getting heavy hour by hour—the worried looks exchanged by the medical staff not easing his mind in the slightest. he hasn't left your side, taking an indefinite leave from his duties to stay in the hospital with you 24/7. he doesn't want you to wake up alone. that is, if you wake up at all.
you blink your eyes open, squinting at the assault of the bright lights. you furrow your brows, shutting your eyes again and letting out a slight hiss. your head is pounding. you try to lift your hand in hopes of covering your eyes but find it weighed down by another. squinting your eyes open again, you tilt your neck stiffly to look at a figure sleeping by your bedside, hand in yours. you don't recognize the person—or where you are. looking around, you realize you're in a hospital. you're not sure why, having virtually no memories of any events, but you try to keep calm.
your attempt of moving your hand had waken sasuke, who was immediately alert. and when he saw you looking back at him? god, he could've cried. he breathes your name, quickly sitting up straight to cup your face. "you're awake," he whispers, voice a little shaky. "how do you feel?" he asks, concern evident. you stare at him, a little alarmed. this complete stranger not only knows your name, but is being rather...intimate? you're uncomfortable, but you don't want to jump to conclusions. swallowing, you furrow your brows. "i- uhm.." you trail off, voice scratchy and dry from weeks of not using it.
his expression softens and he stands. "hold on. i'll get sakura." he murmurs, giving you one last look before leaving the room. your mind races once you're left alone, unsure of...everything, really. you wrack your brain, trying to get your thoughts in order, trying to make a mental checklist. name? check. age? uhhh...you'll get back to it. career? check. family? next question. friends? fuck. not looking good. but still, you take a deep breath. thankfully, remembering your job means remembering the dangers that come with it.
you're sure you're just experiencing a temporary injury that's resulting in this blankness. the doctor will help you! feeling a little soothed, you let your body relax again, looking down at your hands in your lap. the door opens and you drag your gaze away, letting it settle on the figures entering. a pink haired woman in a white coat—the doctor, you assume. a few other people in scrubs, presumably the nurses, and the man from earlier. the doctor smiles at you, genuine relief on her face.
"[name]. i'm so glad to see you awake." she says softly, approaching your bed. you offer her a strained smile, nodding. "yeah, uh...how long was i out?" you ask. "two weeks." she answers. you take in the new information while taking a sip of water from the glass the man handed you, whispering a thank you to him. "and...what happened?"
she sighs, pulling out a small light from her pocket. "you were ambushed while returning from a mission. you had a lot of external injuries, and you lost a lot of blood. you were found approximately 5 hours after the attack and you were unconscious." she explains, shining the light into your eyes. "we thought you'd wake up the day of, but..." she trails off with another sigh. "can you tell me your name?"
you swallow, murmuring your name. "good." she hums, writing something down on a board she picked up from your bedside. she continues to ask you question and it becomes apparent quite quick that you don't seem to remember a whole lot. "okay, uh..." she exhales, shooting the man a worried glance. "do you know who this is?" she tries. you look back at him, taking in everything about him. you try to jog your memory but are met with frustratingly little. "no...i'm sorry." you whisper. his shoulders drop a little but he says nothing. "okay. don't worry about it, okay? just rest for now." the doctor gives you a reassuring smile, and you nod, pretending not to notice the anxiety in her gaze.
over the next day or so, they try multiple different things to jog your memory to no avail. you're starting to grow increasingly more anxious with every failure, not sure what you'll do if your identity never returns. "i'm sorry, uhm...i'd like to go home." you say to the doctor after yet another failed attempt. she bites her lip, looking away as she gives it some thought. "alright." she finally says. "but, i need you to be careful, okay? you're still concussed. if you feel weird at any point, you need to come straight back. i'm going to give you a list of exercises—mental and physical. i need you to do them everyday, okay?"
you nod, giving her a small smile. "thank you, doct- ...sakura." you murmur. her eyes soften and she can't help but smile back. "of course. sasuke will go sign your discharge forms, you just get ready to go." she explains. "sasuke...?" you blink. "uhm- your husband." she reminds you. you remember him introducing himself yesterday, but his name had slipped your mind. "right."
with one last smile, she leaves the room. you glance around, scanning for any personal belongings. seeing none, you melt back into the bed, having nothing to do but wait for your husband to come get you. to say you were surprised when he told you that you were married would be an understatement—you were downright gobsmacked. you'd think someone would remember something like that! wanting to focus on the positives, you've decided to go with the flow. him being hot doesn't hurt either.
your train of thought is interrupted by the sound of the door opening. sasuke enters your room quietly, brow slightly furrowed. "are you sure you're ready to go home?" he inquires quietly, moving over to your bedside. you nod, sitting up a little straighter. "yeah...i mean, the only problem is my memory, right? i don't think it'll get jogged by this sterile room." you shrug. he nods, placing a gentle hand on your back as you move to stand.
you're still a little weak, your body having trouble supporting you steadily. sakura had explained it was because your daily caloric intake had tanked after the two week coma, leading to your body burning internal energy. all you heard from that is that you get to stuff your face, honestly. no complaints! "how far is our house from here?" you ask, taking the change of clothes that were sitting on the chair by your bed. "a ten minute walk. will you be okay?" he murmurs, hovering. you nod, making your way towards the bathroom. "yup."
you change out of the hospital gown, relieved that sasuke had brought something comfortable. you check your appearance in the mirror, gaze lingering. it's still so strange to you—having no memory of your life, yet still having an idea of who you are. you can't be yourself if you can't remember the things that made you that way, right? another wave of anxiety hits you, your stomach churning at the thought that you'll never go back to how you were.
but you quickly brush it off, tying your hair up. you exit the bathroom, finding sasuke waiting for you. the discharge is quick and easy, sakura instructing both of you on what she expects you to do daily—being very clear that she'll know if you skip a day. she also gives you a handwritten version to be safe, parting ways with a hug and a comforting smile. although you don't remember her, you've come to understand over the past 24 hours why she was someone you loved deeply.
turning your gaze to sasuke, you take a deep breath. "ready?" he nods. he hasn't said much, honestly. you've understood quickly that he's the quiet type, but you feel like he's overly quiet, given the situation. you can't fault him, though. he hasn't left your side since you've come to. the utter devotion is strange, honestly. you've never experienced anything like it before—so to get it from someone who's (basically) a stranger is leaving you feeling conflicting emotions.
the walk back is filled with him pointing things out, though—hoping to jog your memory. the street on which you grew up, your favourite market, a restaurant he took you to for your last anniversary. you can conjure up an image but it's purely imagination, not memory. your life sounds nice. that's the worst part.
"well...here it is." he sighs, stopping in front of a house. it's large, but modest. it's quite beautiful—lush with trees, plants, wildlife. it's very homey. you can't help but smile a little. "i like it." you hum. "i'm glad." he replies, voice suddenly softer. you follow him inside, taking a look around. although it's all very beautiful, it's not ringing any memories. still, you try not to feel disappointed. "where's the bathroom? i think i wanna shower first."
he nods in understanding, putting your hospital bag down. he leads you upstairs, taking you to a large bedroom. "this is our room. your clothes are in there, and that door leads to the bathroom." he says before pausing. "do you uh...need...help?" he asks awkwardly. you stiffen a bit at that, feeling a little shy. you know he's your husband, meaning he's definitely seen you naked, but you don't remember! "i think i'm good but, could you wait here? i might need to call you." you decide. he nods immediately, taking a seat on the bed. you give him a small smile before going to the dresser he'd pointed out, digging around for clothes.
settling on some pajamas, you enter the bathroom. taking a shower is difficult. your body is sore and weak, and you feel a little dizzy. but you push on, not quite comfortable with the concept of sasuke being in here with you right now. by the time you're out of the shower, you need to sit on the toilet seat for a few moments, your limbs feeling like they're made of lead.
you get dressed and leave the bathroom to find him still sitting there, never ending patience. "are you okay?" he asks worriedly, standing. his hand hovers by your waist, not touching, even though he desperately wants to. all he wants is to gather you up in his arms—to feel your breath, your heartbeat, your warmth. to hear you giggle as you bury yourself against him, hands "sneakily" sliding under his shirt. but he knows that's far away right now, and that's okay. "yeah, just a little tired." you murmur. "do you want dinner? or do you want to go to bed?"
you consider the options. although you were hungry earlier, you honestly don't feel like doing anything anymore. "i think try to go to bed." you decide. he nods, watching you pull back the covers. "i'll be in the guest room next door. let me know if you need anything, even if i'm asleep." he says. you nod. "okay." for a second, neither of you moves. sasuke lingers in the doorway, one hand resting against the frame. like he's waiting for you to stop him. you don't. he gives a barely perceptible incline of his head and turns away. the click of the bedroom door closing behind him echoes through the house.
sleep doesn't come. you lie on your back, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, tracing the wooden beams with your eyes. every so often your gaze drifts around the room instead. there are books on the shelves, a pair of swords displayed carefully against one wall, plants by the window that look lovingly maintained. and photographs. you sit up, moving slowly to avoid the wave of dizziness that immediately greets you, you shuffle toward the dresser. there are dozens of framed pictures, and your interest is immediately piqued. one of you and sasuke catches your eye.
you're sitting cross-legged beneath a tree, a teasing glint in your eyes as you stare at him, grinning, while he's looking at you with something impossibly soft in his expression. you blink. nothing—no flash. no memory. just an odd ache in your chest. a wish that you could remember already, so that you could return to this life that you had. you analyze every photo that you can find, wanting to absorb every little detail, looking for yourself. the one thing that seems consistent across every photo, though, is that you both seem happy—genuinely. you feel a lump in your throat.
when you hear the door creak open behind you, you tense momentarily before relaxing. "i heard you walking." sasuke murmurs. "sorry. i didn't mean to wake you." you reply, still staring down at one of the photos in your hand. "you didn't." he answers. he watches you quietly before his eyes settle on what you're holding. a moment of silence passes before you speak up. "you look different," you murmur. "in these."
he steps beside you, keeping an appropriate distance. "yes." is all he says. biting your lip, you hesitate before asking a question that's been nagging you. "did you love me...a lot?" you ask. you know it's probably a stupid question. you two are married for a reason. but still—it's foreign to you. his gaze shifts from the photo to your gaze, a long silence following. "yes. i still do." he replies quietly. "and...i loved you a lot?" you tilt your head. a flicker of amusement crosses his face when he says, "you made it hard to doubt."
you can hear the fondness in his voice and for the nth time today, you feel guilty. "i'm sorry." you mumble. "for what?" he looks at you. "for not remembering you." the confession comes out as barely a whisper. "i know everyone's trying to act optimistic, but every time you look at me..." you shake your head. "i can tell you're hoping i'll suddenly recognize you," you risk another glance at him. "and i don't."
the room is still, and then sasuke reaches over. not for your hand or a hug. just gently taking the picture from your fingers before setting it back on the dresser. "you don't have anything to apologize for." the words are simple as he speaks them, eyes trained on your face in the photo. but something about them makes your throat tighten.
soon after, you both went to bed for real this time. the next couple of days go similarly. awkward, barely there conversation—you asking questions, him answering, you feeling bad. still clueless. still missing yourself. but he doesn't leave. he makes you breakfast every morning, makes sure you take your medication, goes through your exercises with you. he seems to always know what you need—knowing before even you do. you guess that's what comes from being married to someone, and it's comforting in a way.
one evening, the two of you are sitting at the dining table, a bag of photos and a diary sitting in front of you. your family had visited you earlier, dropping off some of your things from when you were younger. they stayed, laughed with you, shared memories they have. it just made the ache get worse. now you're reading through the thoughts of your teenage self, tears pricking at your eyes. you don't recognize her—you don't recognize anything. you've been trying to stay calm, hopeful, optimistic. but you're so frustrated, so confused—so scared. you pick up one of the photos, staring at your own face before slamming it down onto the table.
"she's not me!" you snap at nobody in particular, tugging at your hair. "i don't- i don't know what to do. none of this is me! i'm trying to act like it is, but it doesn't feel right. i can't be who everyone wants me to." you breakdown, pressing your palms to your eyes. you feel sasuke's hand come to rest on your back, no words spoken. "i'm sorry." you sniffle, hanging your head. "i keep hurting everyone." you whisper. "no." he replies. "yes."
he moves closer, cupping your face slowly, giving you an opportunity to pull away. "the only person you're hurting is yourself." he murmurs. silence, because you don't know how to respond to that. truthfully, this is hurting him. of course it is. he's had such a terrible life, having lost one thing after another. and now? he's terrified that he'll lose you too. he doesn't know if he'll able to live with himself if that happens. but this is the fault of the circumstances—of the people who hurt you. not you.
"you always used to cry when you got frustrated." he says randomly. you blink, lashes wet. "what?" he wipes your tear before continuing. "you'd get mad but instead of lashing out, you'd cry." he states again. "i still do that?" you question. a part of you knew that, somehow. "seems so." he answers. a strange feeling settles over you. learning about yourself from others, being told about similarities...it feels like somebody describing an old friend. someone you wish you could meet.
by the end of the first week, the awkwardness has left. he's still a little distant emotionally, but you can tell he's trying. and you feel comfortable in his presence—more than you'd like to admit. he's not exactly a stranger, is he? seeing all the evidence that you'd chosen to trust him, you feel a strange obligation to your past self to follow through with that. so you make more of an effort—speaking more, asking about him, following him around. you can tell he appreciates it—that glimpse of the person you used to be.
"you haven't tried to convince me to love you again." you say one night, sat on the couch with him. he blinks at you, like you just said something stupid. "...i know." he says dryly. "yeah, but like- i would've thought you'd want your wife back." you try to reason. "i do." he answers simply. "but forcing you wouldn't bring her back." he continues, standing to put his book away. you feel a weird flip in your stomach. he keeps saying and doing these little things that make it obvious why you fell for him. he's such a grounding force, and a part of you thinks that you'll fall in love with him again if you don't get your memory back.
"sasuke," you mumble, also standing. he tilts his head to look at you, waiting for you to speak. "can i get a hug?" you breathe. he pauses before his expression softens. he steps closer, stopping in front of you. he doesn't move, allowing you to control it. you haven't really let him touch you past short, fleeting touches—not that he's tried to initiate anything further. you step into his space, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his shoulder. you feel his body loosen instantly, his arms coming up to wrap around your waist. he pulls you against him, pressing you close, pressing his head into the crook of your neck. he inhales your scent, saying nothing.
the way he's holding you feels so comforting. a part of it feels familiar. not enough to bring anything back—familiar like trying to recall a dream you had. you both stay like that for what feels like forever, not wanting to break the moment. you take in his scent, the feel of his sturdy frame, his slow breaths. "i feel like...i miss you." you whisper, voice unsure. "i miss you too." he murmurs, grip tightening. with a slow breath, you finally pull away. he lets you, arms dropping back to his sides. you both stare at each other for a moment before you lean up, kissing his cheek.
"can i try making dinner tonight?" you ask. he blinks, a little flustered, before nodding.
over the next month, you continue this. exercises, a growing intimacy between the two of you, and a sense of acceptance settling inside of you. acceptance of the fact that maybe you're not going to get better—that you're not going to get your memories back. you're still unsure of how that makes you feel. you're still unsure of everything, really. except for the fact that you're happy when you're around him.
"sasuke," you groan, pouting up at him. "i'm tired. i don't wanna." you complain, annoyed at the fact that he's waking you up early on the weekend for your training. your physical exercises lasted two weeks before sakura determined that you were okay to start slowly going back to your old training routine. you didn't remember it, but your body did. at first, it was fun—the strength, the endurance. but now? you're not really in the mood to go get sweaty at 7 am. sasuke scoffs, flicking your forehead. "lazy." he scolds, brushing your hair out of your face.
you huff, narrowing your eyes. "you have some kind of disorder." you mutter, sitting up. he smirks, raising an eyebrow. "oh, do i?" he drawls, pinching your cheek. "fine. go back to bed. we'll train later." you blink, suprised by his compliance. in the month or so that you've "known" sasuke, he hasn't seemed like the type to give into things like this. but who are you to complain? with a triumphant grin, you flop back down, getting comfortable under the covers. he lets out an amused sound before exiting the room, leaving you to fall back into your slumber.
as you drift off, your subconscious mind takes hold of you as it's done every night—taking you through dreamworlds full of things that make sense in the moment. recalling faces you saw on the street, scenes you saw on the television, conversations you don't remember having...? and suddenly, you jolt awake, gasping for air. your head is spinning, while also pounding. your chest is heaving, your body sweaty. memories swirl through your head, your hand coming up to clutch at your head. one thing after another, you feel unbelievably overwhelmed. decades of memories are washing over you, and you can't help the sob that rips its way out of your chest.
you drag yourself out of bed, feeling a panic attack coming on. "s-sasuke?" you call out as you get to the hallway, leaning against the wall. he's by your side in a moment, hand on your shoulder. "what's wrong?" he asks urgently, cupping your face. you blink up at him, your breathing beginning to slow—just a little. you don't speak for a moment, just taking it all in. you're so overwhelmed, but seeing his face now, you're so relieved. "sasuke, i remember."
those three words are enough for his own eyes to get wet with tears. suddenly, he can breathe again. "you- what?" his voice cracks as he pulls you closer. "i remember." you repeat, burying your face into his chest. for a heartbeat, he doesn't move. as if he's afraid saying it out loud will make it disappear. then his hands come up—one cradling the back of your head, the other pressing firmly against the middle of your back.
"you remember?" he repeats, almost inaudibly. you nod against his chest, another sob escaping you. "i remember everything." your first mission. your academy graduation. the war. the wedding. this house. the nights spent curled against him. the mornings where he'd silently slide a cup of coffee toward you before you were fully awake. every tiny moment that had felt just out of reach crashes into place until your head feels too full to contain it.
"it hurts," you whisper. "i know." he whispers back. "no—you don't understand. it's all at once." his thumb strokes the back of your neck. "i know." he doesn't ask you to explain. he doesn't bombard you with questions. he just stands there, holding you steady while your world rearranges itself. slowly, your breathing evens out.
you pull back enough to look at him. his eyes are red. actual tears cling to his lashes. you stare before you reach a hand up to cup his cheek. his eyelids flutter shut for the briefest moment because the touch is familiar now. not because you've been rebuilding your relationship over the last month—because you've done this hundreds of times before.
so overwhelmed, your knees nearly buckle, but he catches you before you can fall. "i'm okay," you insist. "i know." he murmurs. "no, i really am." your gaze wanders across his face, tracing features you'd unknowingly memorized years ago. the line of his jaw. the faint scar beneath his chin. the way his hair always falls over his left eye more.
then your expression crumples. "i left you alone." you breathe. his brows knit together. "what?" he murmurs. "when i forgot," your voice breaks. "you were grieving me when i was still standing right in front of you." he goes still. then he shakes his head once.
"you came back." he says. "but for a month—" he cuts you off, voice firm. "you came back." there's no accusation in his voice, no resentment. only relief so profound that it steals every other emotion from his face. you bury yourself against him again. "i'm sorry." his chin rests lightly atop your head.
"stop." he mumbles. "i knew you'd remember." you grip the fabric of his shirt. you pull away just enough to look at him again. "me too. and i think..." your own smile grows through the tears. "i was falling in love with you again anyway."
for the first time in weeks, for the first time since you waking up in that hospital bed, sasuke smiles properly. it's small, quiet, but unmistakably real. he leans forward until his forehead rests against yours. "so i noticed." he teases quietly. you huff out a watery laugh. "you didn't say anything about it."
"i wanted you to find your own way." he murmurs. "i did." you whisper. "you did." he repeats. a peaceful silence settles between you, but after a while, your stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl. you freeze, he blinks, then another laugh escapes you. "sorry."
he exhales through his nose, amusement softening his features. "you skipped breakfast." he sighs. "because someone let me sleep in."
"you were difficult to wake."
"i always am."
"you are."
you grin. "see? i remember." he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. "yeah. welcome home."
hey guys! i am in need of some help rn, i am in deep need of having to have a correct translation of 'love is poison' in mandarin or japanese accurately, so if any of you are native speakers or are studying the language that would really help a girl out
ive got this '愛者毒也' for mandarin but i have no idea if this is accurate or not (or this translates to, a person who loves in poisonous? ive heard) which is fine i just need to know if this is accurate 😭😭
