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Never give up without a fight
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Never give up without a fight
Someone PLEASE write for adult zuko
he looks too good in the movie
Oh great heavens
Edit I finally found the artist: eriimyon
I would’ve died if I got to see him on the big screen.
☽ ⋆ ⋅ it’s not zuko’s fault his wife can’t keep her hands off him.
☼ cw ; fem! reader, fire lord zuko, being late to a meeting because you can’t stop riding zuko, mentions of all the babies you guys have, sokka being sokka. the gaang’s all here (after the sex).
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“Come on Zuko— one more time? Please?” You’re panting, naked, hands braced on Zuko’s sweaty chest as you grind back and forth in his lap.
His breath hitches from the sheets, squeezing your hips. “Seriously? I’m already late. How does it— fuck. Stop that!” Zuko frowns and pinches your ass when you tighten around his cock on purpose.
“How does it look if the Fire Lord can’t stop fucking his wife long enough to attend a simple meeting with the Avatar?” He continues.
Zuko is still half hard inside your pussy, cum trailing down his shaft— filling out thick and hot by the second.
“Then why are you getting hard again?” You tease, dipping down to suck on his throat.
“That— that’s unfair,” he moans. You draw back to look at his face, and his cheeks are flushed such a similar color to his scar it almost blends together entirely.
“And if you really thought this meeting with Aang was important you wouldn’t still be in bed with me.” You place your palm over Zuko’s mouth, grinning at the way his eyes go wide and his cock twitches.
“Now shut up and let me ride my husband one more time.”
When you walk into the fire temple chambers where the meeting is taking place, the entire group is there.
Aang and Katara share a look, laughing at the picture you and Zuko make. Hair mussed and clothes ruffled, a hickey high on Zuko’s throat.
Sokka looks thoroughly annoyed and throws his hands up in exasperation.
“Seriously dude?!” He shouts, jumping from his chair and jabbing a finger at the poorly hidden hickey. “This is why the fire temple is crawling with your offspring!”
Toph snickers, and Zuko doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed.
forgive me i wrote this in thirty minutes immediately after i watched the movie.
firelord zuko and his sweet wife ;((
dark red sheets swallowed you and your husband’s body as you slept together. his arms gently encircled your waist, his face pressed into the crook of your neck as per usual. zuko loved having you close like this—just beneath his fingertips. you were soft enough to squeeze and hug and kiss, grounding him even as he slept. your presence allowed him a peaceful rest, your warm body against his own a sensation he stated he couldn’t live without.
he was so quiet when he was in bed with you, sleeping through the night like a baby. at least, that’s what you had thought.
the small jerk of his fingers against your stomach was enough to make you shift, the tips of his fingers tickling you through your night clothes. he was probably just shifting around as well, getting comfortable.
but then his lips pressed themselves directly against your shoulder, his grip around you suddenly growing tighter.
“zuko…” you whined, voice laced with sleep and discomfort. zuko wasn’t one to act erratic as he slept, generally silent and still…but now it seemed a flip had switched.
“sorry..’m sorry. stop..” he whispered against your skin, but he…he didn’t seem as if he was talking to you. more like to…himself? someone else? his mumbled apologies woke you up, but before you even had a chance to turn around, to look at him—you heard him choke out a sob. it was so sudden—so unusual you couldn’t force yourself to move. zuko? crying? it wasn’t something you could proudly say you saw often—or ever.
“don’t g-go, i’m sorry.” he cried, slow tears rolling down his cheeks and gradually soaking your top. you stilled in pure shock for a moment, blinking as if time had stopped.
“zuko?”
he buried his face completely into your neck at the sound of your voice, letting his tears fall without resistance. he gripped onto you for dear life, the heat radiating from his palms out of emotion warming your skin.
you let him cry for a while after the realization set, allowing him quiet time without interruptions to just…get it all out. something you knew deep down he needed.
after a few minutes his breathing finally slowed, his tears subsiding as he held you in his arms. “i’m..i’m sorry.” this time he was talking to you, kissing your neck in apology.
he finally let you turn around to look at him, his cheeks all blotchy and pink from his own body heat, eyes red from crying. he looked so…vulnerable. never in your life had you seen him like this. a bit broken but still so desperate for your touch.
you cupped his cheek, wiping away a stray tear just below his eye. “what happened..?”
he let himself melt into your palm before shamefully replying, eyes fluttering shut to avoid the look he’d thought you’d give him.
“..it’s embarrassing.”
“zuko, it’s me…what’s wrong?” you murmured, gently pressing a kiss to his scar. he physically winced as if it hurt, knowing the pain had long faded, but something in the moment made him extra sensitive.
“it was just a nightmare..they happen sometimes, but they aren’t this bad. not like today.”
“oh, my baby..” you sighed, immediately pulling him in towards your chest. you buried your hands into his hair and he breathed a sigh of relief, his own hands pressing into your back to bring you impossibly closer in response.
“i didn’t mean to wake you this time—“
“why? why didn’t you tell me before?” you kissed his head, slowly stroking his scalp with your nails.
“i didn’t want to be a burden.” he confessed, running his fingers up and down your spine to soothe himself—and you. “i know how i am…i ..i couldn’t do that to you.”
your poor baby. your precious husband couldn’t even get himself to open up to you about something that effected him so much. it was heartbreaking.
“you can speak to me about anything. always. i love you.” you started, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. “i didn’t write my own vows for you to take them as a joke y’know?”
he finally smiled—even if it was just a tiny quirk of his lips—you made it happen. “no..you didn’t.”
“mhm..” you hummed, leaning in ever so slowly before pressing your lips against his own. he moved his mouth back almost instantly, letting out a small noise of defeat when you pulled away.
“we have to get back to bed, zuko. you won’t get up on time tomorrow..” you chuckled, tucking a sliver of hair behind his ear. he looked so beautiful, so peaceful now.
“you’re right, i won’t…but that’s what my dear wife is for.”
illi’s notez; first time writing for atla don’t bully me ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ i haven’t seen the new movie yet either but these leaks made me sooo excited eheheh :333 zuko is literally younger me’s bf and with this fandom revive i had to get tonwritin ;(( im so hypednfornall the new fics other writes r making too omgogmgogm ok let me stop
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Zuko loves fuckin’ you in a mating press
You’re on round four—no, five?—and you’ve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says it’s been almost three hours since you’d argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, “Let’s see how long you can keep up with me, princess.”
Turns out? Not as long as him.
Zuko’s still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweat’s dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.
His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. “Fuuuck, Z-Zuko—hnngh—slow down—ahh!” You’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.
Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like it’s trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everything’s so wet—your slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.
He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. “Aww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussy’s so wet.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. “Look at you… all fucked out and still taking me so well. That’s my girl.”
You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. “I can’t—nghh—I’m gonna—again—!”
“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?” He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. “Fuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
He keeps going—switching positions whenever you think you’re about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like it’s nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and Zuko’s finally starting to sound a little worn himself.
His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. “See? Told—you—we’d—have—fun.” as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. “How about round six after a quick nap?”
You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. “Zuko, no.”
“C’mon princess? What’s one more?”
a/n: sorry for acting insane about my dadaman i stayed up late to write this omf m gonna b so dead for work tmrw but its ok cus whew I been WAITIN FOR THIS ONE like ZUKO ZADDYYY omfg I love u so much CUS WE FUCKIN FOR HOURSSS
sucking off zuko — 18+
giving zuko head but he can't look at you when you do because he's so bad with eye contact, and worse when you've got his entire cock in your mouth.
it's not with you on your knees either, you insisted he take the blowjob with him laying back so he can enjoy himself and look without touching you, just resting on the headboard with those strong arms behind his head while you're practically face down in his crotch and ass up, which you teasingly flaunt and sway side to side, arching your back perfectly while your mouth works around his cock.
he has no idea where you learned this from. he never taught you or told you to smooth your tongue around the flared head, tracing the slit first and practically sucking the pre-cum out from him, before rolling your tongue around the rim and the underside to feel all the ridges and curves. he nearly came the first time you did it, but you've started doing it every time you come up. down, sucking in as much as you can get without choking, then going back up and teasing the tip with his cock.
that little tip action already has him so achingly close, and he knows one look in your eyes will have him creaming on your tongue five minutes in to the experience. he's trying so hard not to be pathetic and to just hold it in, but with how your throat works around his fat cock and your lips wrap around, slackening just so you can coax more of him into your mouth at once, he can't. he just can't.
he tips his head up and closes his eyes, running his fingers through his long hair and breathing in through his nose, out through his mouth to try and regulate himself, will himself not to look at your ass or into your eyes or at those plush lips smothering the shaft of his cock, but he can't handle it.
you can't say you're disappointed when he cums too early, whining your name between heavy, breathy groans and bursting a fat load onto your tongue so early on. and you definitely can't fault him when he stays rock hard because watching you swallow every drop of his load has his stomach twisting up and his cock throbbing despite overstimulation. "this time, you look at me, zu. okay?"
he nods stupidly, a glossy sheen in his eyes as you go in again, his gaze flitting between your mouth descending around his length and your head bobbing for a second to adjust to his size; cumming has just had him swelling up even more. you splutter a bit when he accidentally bucks into your mouth, needing you not to go so slow or he'll cum again, but that was a big mistake. you take the little sign of confidence from him as an indicator that he needs you to go harder, and without warning, you breathe through your nose and descend your mouth as much as you can, now deepthroating his cock. most of it is disappeared into the warm, velvety confines of your mouth.
and, against his will, he's cumming again immediately.
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