#zuko x reader

[singse]

suggestive-ish | zuko x f!reader

your husband is shirtless. when did that happen?

"Why are you shirtless?" Is the first thing you ask Zuko when you're finally next to him. You swiftly knock out a Denied who tries to attack while Zuko launches a blast at two more in the air. They promptly fall out of the sky with screams but that's the least of your concerns.

Zuko looks at you, then down at his bare chest, before shrugging.

"Didn't even realise I lost it," he replies, oddly nonchalant, and you squint at him. "What? We're in the middle of a dangerous battle. The last thing I'm thinking about is my modesty."

"It's distracting though," you say, poking his stomach to watch the muscles there twitch. You're unashamed to say it makes you a little flustered. "Trying to fight for my life while protecting my friends and my husband's kickflipping around with his tits on display."

Zuko audibly gasps, handsome face twisted in feigned offense and you're about to laugh when he's suddenly grabbing your waist. You react quickly, swiftly turning in his hold to kick an incoming Denied off the roof as Zuko takes out the one approaching from behind you both.

"That was rude," you say, slightly peeved, and Zuko hums his agreement. "Can't a girl scold her husband for tempting her with his chest during a life-changing event?"

Zuko snorts, visibly amused. "My apologies, my dearest wife." He sets you back on your feet but doesn't let go of your waist, holding it firmly. "Next time I'll be more considerate to your delicate sensibilities."

You gape, eyes wide. "Delicate sensibilities?" You poke at his chest, hard enough to make him wince. "Says the guy who still blushes whenever I take my robes off—"

"Duck."

Zuko firmly pushes your head down to follow him down as a slice of air rushes over you. You try not to think about he uses the same force to push you down on his cock.

You feel a bit more peeved now.

"We can talk about this later," he says, planting a swift kiss on your lips before springing back up. At the same time, another Denied rushes him and sends both of them spiralling off the roof. You watch as Zuko manages to catch himself with jets of fire beneath his feet and roll your eyes at how cool and handsome and shirtless he is.

"He doesn't know what he's in for," you murmur and turn around just in time to catch a punch before happily delivering your own.

[thisiscareless]

you're like the only thing that i see.

— adult zuko x reader. | wc: 470

cw: smut, teasing, praise, anticipation, playful banter, mdni.

One last thrust buries him deep inside you, and he stops. Eyes squeezed shut, back arched, your fingers dig into the heavy muscle of his shoulders, clinging to the peak of pleasure waiting to break.

“Zuko…” you gasp, head falling back as your heels press into the small of his back, demanding he moved again.

Instead of taking the hint, he takes the opening. A grunt leaves his throat as he uses the pressure to sink his full weight over you. The movement flattens his chest against yours, forcing your legs to unclasp and spread wide(r) to accommodate his frame.

You bring a hand up to cover your mouth. “Spirits, Zuko, what are you doing?”

When you open your eyes, expecting a smirk or an answer, there’s only silence.

His gaze is fixed on your face. His chest heaves against your ribs, sending the warmest air across your neck, yet he remains motionless, still absorbing the tiny noise you made before you spoke, along with the way your brows pull together in flustered concentration, and- oh, the way your body was trembling around him only seconds ago too.

You cup the side of his jaw, checking on him.

“What... is it?”

The touch breaks his trance. His face moves toward your palm, pressing a kiss to it.

“…You have no idea what you look like right now.”

You knew the heat that coloured your cheeks was your body's own attempt to reflect the feelings he always brings out of you. You decide to squirm, trying again to move against him to force some semblance of friction. It accomplishes nothing, so you smile as much as the agonizing tease allows you.

“You can say that and keep moving, you know.”

He doesn't respond. Instead, he adjusts his stance, rolling his hips forward in a single movement. It’s barely a thrust, relentless all the same.

You bite your lip, trying to glare at him, but you can’t quite manage it through the haze. “Move.”

He cocks his head.

“I’d rather not do that yet...”

“If you won’t move, then I will.”

Trying proves to be even worse. Pushing against him turns the torment back on you. He is filling you so thoroughly that even sitting still, you could swear you could come at anytime.

“You’re enjoying this way too much for a former villain,” you strain out.

Before you can draw another breath, he pulls back and drives into you with a single thrust that rattles your entire body.

His fingers dig into your hips, pinning you to the mattress, driving deep, over and over, until your sight blurs. You clutch at his shoulders at his mercy, as he leans down to press his forehead against yours.

You whimper. “A-Agni… I’m taking back the ‘reformed’ part.”

“You asked me to move..."

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[cohldhands]

all bc @p00pdev1l said one (1) thing about flamin cheeto breath zuko and i had a visceral scene play out in my lil noggin like a fever dream | divider by @/uzmacchiato | zuko x reader, nsfw, wc: 445 | not edited, one creampie, one use of a nickname + zuko’s title

“Zuk—hoh, fuck—” you whine, your torso falling flush to the bed as sturdy hips roll into you from behind, languid movements that bring Zuko’s cock further into you, his cockhead reaching for your depths, filling you as much as your body will allow.

Golden irises and inflamed pupils drink in your arched, bare back, how your hands grip and cling to the fabric of the sheets, how your skin glistens with sweat in the firelight. He grins, relishing in the visage, in the dull clap of skin against skin, in the way your body heaves from the pleasure of his doing. His hair flows in an inky curtain against his profile as he lowers himself, his large hands grasping your hips and tracing your silhouette along your torso and breasts

“My kindling,” he moans, his chest meeting your back, his skin iron-hot and his mouth planting kisses along your shoulder blade and at the base of your neck. He snakes his arms around you, holding you close, closer, enmeshing himself with you—a dance of flames licking at your nerves.

Goosebumps speckle your skin, and you tighten around him as you move your hips in-tandem, needing his entirety within you, fully. “My lord—”

Zuko’s heartbeat pulses throughout his whole body, from the soles of his feet to his fingertips. He had heard your voice call his title before, but not like this—whimpered and sticky with desire, honey dripping from your lips. His broad shoulders and chest engulfed you already, but he somehow manages to swallow you whole, your body enveloped in his.

“Say it again,” he implores against your shoulder, hoarse and almost a prayer, his own viscous need oozing from his voice and his hands cling to you. His breath is scorching, a campfire’s warmth radiating along your sweat-stained skin.

A smile dances along your spent features, and you turn your head and lean into him.

“Please, my lord,” you encourage, your voice coming out in a heady coo as you tremble under his roughening thrusts. “Fill me with your cum.”

“Fuck,” he pants against your shoulder, the fire within him swelling and scathing his chest, his throat, his ears. His fingertips dig indents in your flesh, clinging to you, the bed shifting on its posts. A campfire’s warmth, spilling out and filling the room until he bottoms out, his pelvis flush with your ass as he ruts into you, without mercy, with each spurt of his cum.

You unravel, twitching underneath the lord of fire as the penultimate climax wracks through your sore and satiated body, his seed pouring into you, reaching your depths and setting your soul ablaze.

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[cathwritesstories]

SERIES

AANG x READER + ZUKO x READER

Not The Last Airbender Anymore (NTLAA) Reader is an airbender. She had known of her airbending capabilities for a long time, but her parents forbade her to showcase or practise them. Being an airbender during the 100 year war was as close to a death sentence as one could get. When the Avatar and his friends traveled through her village in the Earth Kingdom, she joined them wanting to learn more about her capabilities and her heritage. Reader helps the team end the war and stays with the team to help them restore balance and peace, whilst also trying to find her own place in the world and being torn between the Fire Lord and the Avatar.

ONE SHOT

AANG

Just Like Her Father Between raising two young children and preparing for a third, you and Aang cherish the quiet life you've built in Republic City. Aang believes he had made peace with being the last airbender years ago. Then, during a trip to the park with his family, his six-year-old daughter proves him wrong. 

ZUKO

TBA

DRABBLE

AANG

TBA

ZUKO

The Promise Between Us After receiving an urgent letter from Aang, Zuko and the Reader set out to answer the Avatar's call. But as they make their way, an old promise resurfaces. A promise that forces them to face the impossible choice between love and duty, and the heartbreaking sacrifice that may one day be demanded of them. 

[fairlyabookie]

Presence

A/n: man, this ATLA brainrot hasn’t left me at all since I laid eyes upon Fire Lord Zuko from the movie ughhhh this troubles my heart mannnn

Content: fluff | zuko x gender neutral reader | yes fire lord zuko | wc: 848 words

You and Zuko shared a private yet essential ritual when his Fire Lord duties led him to aid the Avatar in need or overseas diplomacy when international relations weren't exactly the best between the Fire Nation and the other nations. This ritual was absolutely mandatory - to assuage Zuko's worries that no harm would come to him, and to assure you that he would return home the same husband as you had wedded years ago.

When you first approached him with such a ritual, his thoughts were troubled: anxieties of assassins coming for his head, not ruling adequately for a Fire Lord of his station, and the mounting obligations to fix the nation inside out. When you held his hands and pressed your forehead against his, a warm sensation washed over him, his thoughts quieting for a spell.

All he felt was your presence, your warmth, even the scent of your perfume wafting about. At that moment, he wished to stay with you for a moment longer - how long had it been since he had last felt your touch? Yet time was a cruel thing as you broke away, eyes glancing over at your husband for a sliver of improvement.

"That felt nice." He admits with a blush dusting his cheeks - that reaction was exactly what you were looking for. From then on, that moment became a quiet ritual, a sacred yet profound routine between you and your husband; it wasn't just a simple goodbye greeting between husband and partner, but a meaningful blessing.

As time went on, your lips left blessings upon his cheek, his forehead, and his scar, each kiss fortifying your love. Though love alone wouldn't cloak him from the perils of the world, the lingering touch of your lips on his skin was enough to empower him, fueling his firebending to the zenith.

When word came to the Avatar's aid for Mount Baihu, you were already at the doorstep, ready to part your blessings upon your beloved husband. Years had honed his mind and sanity to the point where the shadows of his early reign as Fire Lord felt like nothing; your blessings truly working their magic, or so he had thought. Each time you bestow your blessings, he kept your well wishes to heart, all the while nursing the desire to linger by your side a little longer.

He whispers a promise to return home safely, carrying the weight of your kisses with the same gravity as his obligation to the throne. You cling to that promise, watching his silhouette, shaped by the weight of his duty to the Fire Nation and his friendship to the Avatar, depart for the world unknown.

Every time you gave your blessing, your husband returned home safely. Still, this time, to your understanding, he told a different story: upon your husband's arrival from Mount Baihu, there was a different man - his eyes landing on you at first sight, his feet carrying him towards you at a brisk pace; one would assume something was amiss.

You inquire about his ailment, seeing that he was in good shape and sound of mind. He assents, his answer, a hand caressing your cheek before he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours - a gesture reminiscent of the ritual you did before.

"May I?"

He pleads, his amber eyes peering into you in a way that felt like yearning; the time he had spent apart from you had changed him - in ways you couldn't fathom. You didn't seem to mind the multitude of eyes looking in your direction - any sliver of dignity you had left tossed to the winds as your husband, the very man who had just returned home after what seemed to be a perilous journey, regards you with loving eyes.

You nod quietly, letting a smile grace your lips before Zuko envelopes you in a kiss, a hand wrapping around your waist tightly, his body a blaze of heat that you wholeheartedly embrace, not minding the impassioned hums and sighs eliciting from your lips. All you knew was that your beloved husband was home, the warmth of his lips and body a poignant note of his presence.

You break away, collecting your breath as a thin line made from your passions connecting your lips splits. You thought of asking your husband what had transpired during his adventures, but your mind blanks - the kiss from earlier eradicating any rhyme or reason from your person. Was that an act of reciprocity from your husband, who had been away from home for too long, or an act of true, unfettered passion he had festering in his heart to the point where he couldn't wait to show it to his partner on the spot? Either way, you welcomed the gesture, heat warming your cheeks as your husband hoisted you up with his sturdy arms, a loving smile dancing upon his handsome features.

[singse]

zuko in that last major fight is really distracting because his huge tits are just out and his hair is flowing in the wind as he fights. imagine focusing on your opponent in the middle of a potentially life-ending battle and you see your husband shirtless with his hair down, biceps bulging as he firebends, that would be insane.

[kill3ill]

kinktober p! links — 18+

its ok if as long as it's not inside, right? ᡣ anal + toys ᡣ backshots ᡣ cuddlefuck ᡣ this ᡣ riding ᡣ deeeeep breeding ᡣ (tw) ghostface ᡣ somno ᡣ stuck! ᡣ fingering both holes

pussy eating ᡣ eating you out ᡣ jerking off to you ᡣ toys ᡣ riding ᡣ public sex ᡣ pounding + hair pulling ᡣ hole swap ᡣ groping + rough sex ᡣ 69 ᡣ pussy eating ᡣ the condom broke!

kisses between thrusts ᡣ he won't let you play your game... ᡣ doggy position ᡣ titty fuck ᡣ dryhumping ᡣ thigh fucking ᡣ more thigh fucking ᡣ reverse cowgirl ᡣ ripping your panties

somno pt. ii ᡣ cuddles ᡣ fingering ᡣ this ᡣ mutual masturbation ᡣ more fingering ᡣ tummy bulge ᡣ using you as stress relief after work ᡣ princess treatment ᡣ riding and breeding ᡣ new position ᡣ anal

part of my kinktober series!

[mariiee568]

Someone PLEASE write for adult zuko

he looks too good in the movie