#atla smut

[lepetitdiamant]

hii i've been seeing some occasional spikes of activity on my posts (presumably due to the avatar movie being released officially) and wanted to let y'all know i have a couple wips that i'm struggling to finish. the random spirts of activity have been helpful for motivation but lowkey i wanna just write something quickly. just to like, have something to show. so it anyone had requests or ideas or something i'm all ears rn 🥲

[chocolatesuitcasekidnerd-blog]

Γεια σας. Θέλετε μια ιδέα για μια νέα ιστορία για το avatar aang x oc και για τον Zouko x oc; Αν έχετε Instagram και θέλετε την ιδέα, στείλτε την στο μήνυμα σε αυτό: https://www.instagram.com/stellaioannou37?igsh=MXFtYmdwY2VjOHY3cA== Both for the anime and for the live

[secretlifeofsea]

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[bae-fong]

kuvira fucks nasty .ᐟ.ᐟ p!links wlw⸝⸝ 18+ nsfw you must be signed into twitter to view these links. click the hearts at your own risk.

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"lift up your skirt and sit over my face, baby. mommy will take care of you." ♡

kuvira slams the door shut. without uttering a single word, she reaches for the cabinet and grabs her strap. she gives you a cold look, and you already know what to do for her. ♡

kuvira wakes up and finds you rubbing your clit desperately against hers. "you slut. i have a kingdom to run, and you couldn't even wait until i woke up?" ♡

tipsy after a night out, kuvira is a moaning and sensitive mess while you grind on her ♡

frustrated after a long day, kuvira fucks you mercilessly. ♡

the great uniter expects her doll to be standing in the middle room, ready to be groped and used. ♡

g!p kuvira hasn't had sex in days. she's pent up, and ready to use you. ♡

[elarasilentpurr]

The Avatar Comes Home

Pairing: adult aang x female reader

Warning: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, different positions, breast play

The door to your shared quarters opened with a soft creak and he stepped inside, shoulders slumped under the weight of more than a month away. Dust and faint scorch marks still clung to his clothes. The blue arrow on his head was smudged. He looked taller somehow, broader through the chest and arms, the lean frame you remembered hardened by constant fighting. His abs showed faintly through the thin fabric of his shirt, rigid and defined. Even his back looked stronger, the lines of muscle clear when he moved.

You rose from the low couch the moment you saw him. He didn’t speak at first. He simply walked straight into you and folded himself around your body, leaning his full weight into the hug. His head dropped to the curve of your neck. A low, sleepy sound left his throat.

“Missed you,” he murmured. His voice was deeper than usual, roughened by exhaustion and the long journey home. The sound alone sent a shiver down your spine.

You wrapped your arms around him and held on, breathing in the familiar scent of wind and warm skin that now carried the sharper edge of battle. Your body craved him instantly—the weight of him, the heat, the simple fact that he was finally here—but you kept your voice calm.

“You’re exhausted,” you said softly. “Come sit. Let me take care of you.”

You guided him to the edge of the bed and made him sit. Your hands found the tight muscles of his shoulders and began to work them, thumbs pressing into the knots along his rigid back. Aang let his head fall forward with a quiet groan. Every so often his breath would catch when your fingers dipped lower along his spine. You could feel the new strength in him, the way his body had changed while he was gone. It only made the ache between your legs worse.

After a long while he straightened and stood. His grey eyes were dark with want, but he still tried to be careful.

“I should sleep,” he said, voice still that deeper, sleepy register. “I’m not… I don’t want to be rough with you when I’m like this.”

He turned his back to leave.

You moved before you could think. Your arms slid around his waist from behind, palms pressing flat against the hard plane of his stomach. His breath hitched hard. You felt him thicken instantly against your hands, the full length of him growing heavy and insistent.

The soft, goofy Aang you knew shifted in that single moment. His posture straightened. When he spoke again his voice was lower, edged with something darker and far more dangerous.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

He unwrapped your arms with careful strength, turned, and lifted your hands to his mouth. He kissed each knuckle slowly, eyes never leaving yours. Then he pulled you in front of him, cupped your face in both large hands, and looked down into your eyes with an intensity that made your knees weak.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, quiet and absolute. “I will give you anything. So now say it.”

Your voice came out barely above a whisper. “I want you.”

The first kiss was soft—almost reverent. Then a low growl rolled out of his chest and the softness vanished. He hauled you against him, one arm locking around your waist, and walked you backward until your shoulders met the wall. His hand slid up to cup the back of your head, protecting you from the impact, while his other hand gripped your thigh and lifted it high around his hip. You felt the hard line of his cock press against your center through both layers of clothing.

He kissed you like he had been starving for a month. Deep, claiming strokes of his tongue, the new deeper voice vibrating against your mouth whenever he groaned. His hips rolled, grinding that thick length against you until you were dripping. His mouth left yours only to trail down the side of your neck, open and hot, leaving slow kisses and the light scrape of teeth.

He carried you to the bed without letting your legs touch the floor and stripped both of you with focused urgency.

He lifted you again, pinning you to the wall with your thighs spread around his waist. One hard thrust seated him to the hilt. The stretch made you cry out. Aang’s forehead dropped to yours for a second, breath shaking, before he started fucking you in deep, powerful strokes. His mouth stayed on your neck the entire time—kissing, sucking, biting gently—while one hand kept your head protected and the other gripped your thigh hard enough to leave marks.

You came hard around him, walls fluttering. He growled into your neck and kept going until he buried himself as deep as possible and spilled inside you with a broken moan of your name.

He carried you to the bed and laid you down, immediately crawling over you. He pushed your knees up and sank back into your still-sensitive cunt in one long thrust. The new angle let him go even deeper. Aang braced himself above you and fucked you with long, rolling strokes, mouth never far from your neck or the hinge of your jaw. Every so often he would capture your lips again in a deep, hungry kiss before returning to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.

You came twice more in that position. Aang followed with a deep groan, grinding in as he filled you again

He rolled so you straddled him. The moment you sank down he sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist, and claimed your mouth in a long, slow kiss. You rode him while he thrust up to meet every drop of your hips, hands roaming your back and sides, mouth alternating between your lips and the side of your neck. His deeper voice kept spilling low praise against your skin—how much he had missed you, how good you felt, how he never wanted to leave again. He leaned down and captured one nipple again, sucking in time with his thrusts, then switched to the other. His free hand kept the neglected breast in constant motion—squeezing, lifting, watching it bounce. His deeper voice kept spilling filthy, sleepy praise against your skin—“so soft… missed the way they feel in my mouth… going to keep you full so they stay this perfect…” When he wasn’t sucking he was kissing the soft undersides, the slopes, the valley between them

Every time you rose and dropped he made sure you felt every inch. You came with his face buried against your neck and his arms locked tight around you.

He flipped you onto your stomach, pulled your hips up, and entered you in one smooth thrust. One of his hands slid under you to cup and squeeze your breasts while the other gripped your hip. His mouth stayed busy on the back of your neck and the tops of your shoulders, leaving wet kisses and soft bites as he fucked you deep and steady. The angle and the constant attention to your neck pulled another long orgasm from you. Aang buried his face against your skin and came hard, hips stuttering as he emptied himself once more.

He pulled you onto your side and slid back into you from behind, one arm under your head, the other draped over your waist. The slower, deeper rhythm let him stay pressed against your back, mouth open against the nape of your neck, kissing and murmuring while he moved. When that wasn’t enough he rolled you beneath him again, then pulled you into his lap so he could stay buried deep while he simply held you and kissed you for long, uninterrupted minutes.

By the time the first light of morning touched the windows you were boneless and thoroughly marked, neck painted with kisses and soft bites, body still fluttering around the last thick pulse of him inside you.

Aang collapsed over you, still half-hard, face tucked against the side of your neck as if he intended to stay there forever. His voice was rough and sleepy again when he spoke.

“I’m not leaving for another month,” he mumbled against your skin. “Maybe longer.”

He pressed one more lingering kiss to the hinge of your jaw and simply stayed there, arms locked around you, the new strength in his broader body holding you close while the sun slowly rose. You carded your fingers through his hair and closed your eyes.

[arminarchivist]

you're the jealous type.

cw: smut, sub!zuko, whiny!zuko, riding, possessive!reader.

a/n: unedited and my first time writing smut lol.

"wait- my love - slow down-" Zuko's hands tremble at your hips. his cock is caught between his stomach and your jerking hips.

his precum smears over your panties. the mess mixes with your own slick and causes the garment to cling to your sticky clit. you can feel the ridges of his cock through the soaked fabric.

his pouty lips are blushed red and slick with saliva from when you tried to devour him through a bruising kiss. his eyes are wide, hazed over with lust and bit of confusion.

he doesn't quite know what he's done wrong. one moment he's having a mundane conversation in the banquet hall with some councilmen's daughter and the next he's being dragged from her, to your shared chambers by you.

he had went to question why in the hall leading there, but you fixed him with a look so severe he thought better of it. he'd just wait til you both got somewhere private.

once you got to your room, everything happen so fast.

you didn't even wait to fully undress him. his royal robes were haphazardly tugged and pulled from his chiseled frame and he was forced backward onto your shared bed. he tried to speak, to question where this bout of frustration came from, but the words dissipate from his tongue when you reach into his pants to fist his shaft to life.

you're slinging mean words in his direction as you do so and despite himself, Zuko can't help the way his cock jumps in your palm.

he did always like when you were mean.

but this time, he wasn't even doing anything to provoke your anger. he has no idea what's going on, beside your pussy grinding on his dick.

"w-what- ngh- wrong?" the fire bender tries again just as you line his cockhead with your dripping hole, having moved your panties to the side. the swollen head glides across your gooey folds and both you and Zuko groan.

"you let that woman flirt with you tonight," you huff out from above him, glare in your eyes as you regarded him, "I'm showing you who you're married to."

zuko's eyebrow knit together as he recalls early. his face drops at the realization. you thought he was entertaining her.

he rushes to speak, "Princess, it was just a - ahh, wait - polite conversation. I di-"

You don't let him finish. instead, you begin your descent down his length. you pelvis jerks as you sink down, taking him deeper and deeper, until he's sheathed to the hilt. every inch of him bullies your pussy wide, your gummy walls expanding to accommodate his size. your cunt constricts around him, once, twice, three times before Zuko and you let out twin sobs.

his thighs tremble between your own and his cock spasms against that spot deep inside you. precum gushes out from where your pussy meets the base of his length and leaks down onto his balls.

you don't move for a moment. zuko doesn't know whether youre taking the time to adjust to his size or you're just being a fucking tease, but he's halfway delirious. his heart hammers in his chest as he begins to shallowly thrust into you, needing some relief.

you press your palm on his toned abdomen, pushing his hips back flat on the bed. zuko eyes water and he garbles out a plea, "Please, fuck me."

You raise a brow, indifferent to your husbands needy whining. You have to work a bit to come off nonchalant, with his cock delicously strectching you but you don't mind. you have a lesson to teach.

"who does this cock belong to?" you lean down, slow, eyes a bit wild, firey in a way that tells Zuko you're pissed despite the mess betwen your legs. your breasts lay heavy on zuko's chest and he shudders, a heated breath brushing over your cupid's bow.

the fire lord can't get the words out fast enough, "You - baby. it's yours- I'm yours- fuck, baby please."

you grin down at him as you brace your palms on his heated chest. you raise your hips until only his weeping head is engulfed in your clenching pussy and you bear down on him. zuko chokes out a sob, his jaw goes slack and his tongue lulls out.

you start riding him. his hips meet yours with a splat! sound that echoes across your bed chamber. the bed sqeaks with every impact of your ass against zuko's pelvis.

your greedy pussy engulfs him to the hilt everytime, taking him so deep that your clit grinds against the sculpted plane of his abs. your cunt floods the space where your arousal meets.

your husband moans at the sticky button slobbering a trail over him.

a pearlescent ring forms around zuko's base, disappearing with every mean roll, grind, and drop of your wet heat. you plunge zuko deep inside you, ass recoiling against the muscled flesh of his thighs.

you're so far gone at the feeling of your husband's cock spearing you, you can only mumble words of possesion, "Mine. Mine, Mine."

It comes out in repetitive, sharp bursts. you basically spit the words at him as you bounce on his cock, matching every declaration with the drop of your hips.

zuko doesnt care much, it seems, because he was whimpering back everything you needed to hear.

"Yours. Yours. Yours."

his stomach contracts, and his eyes go wide when your needy pussy sucks him back in and your words become filthier.

"who else can fuck you like this?" you sneer.

zuko fingers dig into your hips and his own begin to raise off the bed to fuck up into you.

he's going to cum, but you wont let him if he doesnt answer you. you slow your bounces and the Fire Lord's face crumbles pathetically.

Zuko cries out immediately trying to buck into you,"N-no one. Please. I need-" You don't allow Zuko to finish. You regain momentum immediately, rocking your hips back and forth over your husband's pulsating girth.

He cums with his cockhead nudged against your g-spot. Milky fluid floods your pussy and Zuko cock slips from you. He's huffing, lips swollen, dick spent and eyes tired. He begins to babble, singing your praises as he comes down from his high. About how he loves you and that there's no one else better for him.

You grin at the praises.

But it's not enough. You're not sated. In fact, you were starved . So drunk on his desperate moans and weeping cock. You were eager to show the Lord who he belonged to.

You seize his cock in a greedy hand and slip Zuko right back into you. Amber eyes widen and a pained groan erupted from Zuko's lips.

"Wait!-"

"I'm going to milk you dry, Lord Zuko," You roll you hips, and a wet, needy sound drips from Zuko's lips, "Maybe then you'll think better of letting others flirt with you."

Who knew you were the jealous type.

[giuly-love-06]

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THIS ARTWORK WAS MADE BY ONE OF THE STORYBOARD ARTIST?!

THE BASTARD GRIN FROM BOOK 1! THE FACT HE ONLY HAVE THE TOWEL! THE MAN SPREADING! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I'm so normal about this :3

[giaki-2]

Toph x reader (+18)

It's night, everything is blue, The sheets you're in, the sky, even the light that reflects onto your mirror is blue.

Poor old Toph is sprawled out on the bed, tired from the training she had with the avatar and her students, no pair of pants and a simple top touching her skin,the slow erection of her nipples from the window you opened a few minutes ago making its appearance.

You love her, every inch of her. Although, she pisses you off more than you can imagine in bed, sneaky remarks, teasing faces and gestures, always overstimulating you…shit, it's sometimes unbearable, pleading for her to stop, only a few seconds later to actually get through her head that you sometimes don't want it. Don't be mistaken, she stops whenever you think she's going too far, only when she's truly horny and wants a real big piece of you she'll have her ears turned off.

You sigh, a small squint of your eyes makes you inch towards her, watching the primary color bounce on and off her face, the cool air of the ocean nearby dampening and trashing the curtains to seek outside the room.

Your beautiful eyes go down at her areolas, hidden beneath the top, slowly tracing them with your finger, gently enough not to wake her.

You blink, gaze going down and down, until finding a light blue thread in her pocket. You've noticed Aang carrying these, for no reason, apparently. A raise of an eyebrow ceases, a subtle hum rummaging, you slip up, taking the thick thread in your hand and tugging Toph's arms up, carefully, her fingers touching the headboard, slowly waking up.

A quick flash sprawls in her vision, seeing you on top of her, flawlessly with your robe unfinished, breasts in sight.

“Oh babe.. What..” She asks in a slight teasing but confused tone, trying to move yet unable, although the tightness from the string isn't that strong, she can rip it whenever she wants.

“What are you doing?” She asks puzzled, looking at your eyes which are attached to hers,fingers sliding down the gray boxers she wears, for more comfort.

“Something, you've been quite getting on my nerves lately–”

She puffs and rolls her eyes.

“Oh yeah and what are you gonna do?”

You smile, she quites down, a linger in her gaze, clearing her throat right after

Your lips meet her downstairs, slowly licking the soft and already leaked folds of hers, pushing her thighs and holding onto them while maintaining eye contact.

Toph nudges the fiber, whining softly as you stop to threaten.

“If you remove that ,I'll stop.” You say sternly, easily yet curiously enough she remains seated, puffing once more and looking away.

You swallow, taking a deep sight of her before going back to her pussy, licking the juices and beginning to eat her out, soft sucking on her clit, caresses on her thighs, only for a few minutes later to find her legs trembling, head back with tears rolling down her face.

“Bab–ah,s-stoo..fuckk…” she whines out loud, moaning whilst leaning her head back, unable to control get body, the way your fingers touch her cervix and massage her insides while you suck and eat her fully without a stop, not even a care in the world.

The blind woman's eyebrows scrunch together, annoyed but liking,yet finding the pleasure uncomfortable.

Her hips buckle, again and again, squirting once you slap her thigh for her to stop squirming.

Accidentally the thread snaps, the only thing left to hear in the background in her shallow breaths.

“You little shit.” She mutters, even though she kept the rope wrapped around her wrists the whole time.

You smile and lick the tears from her face, caressing the places you slapped, her pussy throbbing and red from all the stimulation.

“Oh what… it's just payback, now you know how I feel.” A pause as you listen to her breath.

“You won't do it again unless I let you, right Toph?”

“...anything for you.”