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summary: two guys are being stupid. aang's tired, irritated and has the time today.
"The whole g-spot thing is a myth, bro." Is what Aang has the displeasure of hearing on a too early Monday morning while lacking his usual cup of green tea. "I genuinely think it's been made up by ladies to make their boyfriends feel bad or something."
"You're so right," the guy's friend agrees and Aang doesn't resist rolling his eyes. "It's like when my girlfriend asks me to rub her clit and I'm like rub your what? You're just making stuff up."
The first guy gasps. "Your girlfriend asks you about the clit too?" He asks, almost conspiratorially and Aang decides that he's had enough. He isn't usually one to barge into a stranger's conversation but this is too painful not to correct. He also can't help but feel sorry for those women if their men don't even know what the clit is.
"Sorry to intrude," Aang starts, loud enough for the two men to know he's requesting their attention. "But the g-spot is real and is about two to three inches in. When you curl your fingers upwards, you should feel a sponge-like texture and your girlfriend's reaction will be pretty telling. Oh and in the simplest way I can explain, the clit is like a button above the entrance and it usually swells up when aroused."
The two men gape at him, shock coating their features in a way that'd be comical if Aang didn't feel so tired.
"I—" the first one tries but stops. "How do you—?"
"I listen to my girlfriend," Aang says easily, proudly. "Which shouldn't be such a hard task to begin with. Anyway, have a nice day."
Aang's mind is then immediately occupied on getting himself a tea and you your beverage of choice, already forgetting about the earth-shattering impact he's just made and left behind.
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 900+ ) words of . . . nsfw, husband!zuko x watertribe!wife!reader, canon-divergent universe, established relationship, teasing, size difference, zuko has an edging kink, missionary, finger sucking, belly bulge, slight use of firebending, use of pet names, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ۶ৎ here i present, my first tribute to the fire lord! one look at the new-and-improved zuzu and i lost ittt >.< omg he’s never looked better . i just had to put out somethin’ spicy for this delicious man in the meantime, until the real firecracker bun finishes baking! art credits here! thank you for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) lovely thang, kut klose ⨾ earned it, the weeknd ⨾ body smile, dvsn ⨾ hold on, the internet
zuko fucks you so, so slow. takes his sweet time, moves with a maddeningly balmy heat; much like the kind that smolders beneath the callous of his palms. it's a slow-burning ember that simply refuses to catch fire, no matter how much you ache for even the littlest flame — ache for him.
his long, dark hair spills over his broad shoulders, like ink bleeding into tainted water, and he peers at you through that swaying, silken curtain, eyes ambered with pure lust. he uses the muscled brawn of his frame to keep you pressed into imported satin mahogany sheets, as if he could live forever in the saccharine pulse of your dripping cunt.
or, perhaps not. maybe, he simply finds there to be more pleasure in the hunger of a good tease. it’s sudden when he pulls out, drenched to the very base of his dark, downy hair, wettened in the sweet overflow of your juices. the silence that follows the ‘shlick!’ is heavy and warm, filled only with the sound of synchronized breathing. in the stillness, every small sensation feels magnified. cool air against buzzing skin, the steady rhythm of your heartbeats, the gaping emptiness within you that zuko left in his wake.
there he lingers at the precipice for what you consider to be a torturous eternity — glides his heavy, pulsing length along the weeping seam of your slit, drags the throbbing underside along your slickest folds in a way that teases your entrance; he enters just a fraction, his shallow promise of depth before he withdraws entirely. you’re left terribly hollow.
“you want it, huh?” he taps along the hypersensitive bud of your sticky clit with his swollen, mauve tip, gaze narrowing whenever you whine. “need to be fucked so badly, don’t you? aw, my poor baby . . .”
through the gaze of his golden, unmarred eye, you’re a vision of beautiful undoing beneath him; all breathless and pleading for the friction he so carefully withholds. crystalline tears trace the flushed curves of your warm cheeks, salt meeting skin. zuko’s large hand moves to find purchase, his pale fingers contrasting sharply as they bloom against the rich, warm brown of your hip, gripping you with possession.
you begin to press onto him, wiggling your round, pretty ass against his bobbing cock until he’s forced to rock back and meet your rhythm.
it’s then that the tether snaps, leaving him helpless against the both the gravitational pull of your plush, pouted lips, and the siren call of your sweet pussy; he catches your hips in two sweltering palms, unable to endure another second of the space between you.
finally, finally, he sets away his restraint. he’s toyed with you long enough . . . who is he to deny you now?
when zuko eventually flips you onto your tautly-arched back and sinks home — tilting his strong hips at that precise, devastating angle — he presses in past smooth, squeezing walls and fills you to the very brim; a thick, sated pressure with a weight leaves you impossibly stretched around the girth of his hard cock.
he devours your pitched sounds in a deep, swollen kiss, his tongue sliding into the cavern of your mouth to suckle on your own with a heavy, shameless wetness. the low, messy sound of him drinking you in is syrupy and loud, a slick noise that echoes in the quietness of him swallowing up your gasps.
you pull away for air and reach up, desperate to claw at him, your soft palm sliding over the firm ridges of his toned stomach until your fingers trace the jagged, fleshy bloom of the lightning scar centered at his solar plexus. it’s a map of his old pain, vibrating against your skin as he lets out a long, shuddering exhale that tells you he’s wholly, devoutly, surrendered his fire and found his personal heaven inside of you.
“mmgh, zuko — finally . . .”
he only chuckles, a low vibration that resonates through the saffron-spiced air of his bedchamber, his head dipping low. the raised crimson dermis of the burn mark around his eye brushes against your temple; a rough, familiar texture that only adds to the delicious friction when his forehead brushes yours.
he rocks into you with such a torturous slowness that it feels as though he isn’t fucking you at all. you’re practically sobbing for him to just move.
your spirited husband, an ever so patient man, only chuckles, shushing your dulcet whines with the prod of two thick, pale fingers. they settle onto the pink of your tongue and sink further into the velvet of your mouth, claiming it as his own. he watches intently, with beautifully sharp molten eyes as your spit pools and gathers, slicking the width of his middle and index until they glisten.
“don’t worry, my love,” he coos, feeding you a deep, heavy thrust that distends the soft curve of your belly from within. his free hand descends, palm blooming with the slightest flicker of ignited heat as he presses that simmering touch over your pelvis, marking the bulge where he passes in and out of you.
he fights the spread of a grin as you moan and gag around his fingers simultaneously, your breath hot and frantic against his palm. “i’ll make you feel so fucking good, i promise . . . you’ll forget you ever had to wait.”
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 900+ ) words of . . . nsfw, husband!zuko x watertribe!wife!reader, canon-divergent universe, established relationship, teasing, size difference, zuko has an edging kink, missionary, finger sucking, belly bulge, slight use of firebending, use of pet names, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ۶ৎ here i present, my first tribute to the fire lord! one look at the new-and-improved zuzu and i lost ittt >.< omg he’s never looked better . i just had to put out somethin’ spicy for this delicious man in the meantime, until the real firecracker bun finishes baking! art credits here! thank you for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) lovely thang, kut klose ⨾ earned it, the weeknd ⨾ body smile, dvsn ⨾ hold on, the internet
zuko fucks you so, so slow. takes his sweet time, moves with a maddeningly balmy heat; much like the kind that smolders beneath the callous of his palms. it's a slow-burning ember that simply refuses to catch fire, no matter how much you ache for even the littlest flame — ache for him.
his long, dark hair spills over his broad shoulders, like ink bleeding into tainted water, and he peers at you through that swaying, silken curtain, eyes ambered with pure lust. he uses the muscled brawn of his frame to keep you pressed into imported satin mahogany sheets, as if he could live forever in the saccharine pulse of your dripping cunt.
or, perhaps not. maybe, he simply finds there to be more pleasure in the hunger of a good tease. it’s sudden when he pulls out, drenched to the very base of his dark, downy hair, wettened in the sweet overflow of your juices. the silence that follows the ‘shlick!’ is heavy and warm, filled only with the sound of synchronized breathing. in the stillness, every small sensation feels magnified. cool air against buzzing skin, the steady rhythm of your heartbeats, the gaping emptiness within you that zuko left in his wake.
there he lingers at the precipice for what you consider to be a torturous eternity — glides his heavy, pulsing length along the weeping seam of your slit, drags the throbbing underside along your slickest folds in a way that teases your entrance; he enters just a fraction, his shallow promise of depth before he withdraws entirely. you’re left terribly hollow.
“you want it, huh?” he taps along the hypersensitive bud of your sticky clit with his swollen, mauve tip, gaze narrowing whenever you whine. “need to be fucked so badly, don’t you? aw, my poor baby . . .”
through the gaze of his golden, unmarred eye, you’re a vision of beautiful undoing beneath him; all breathless and pleading for the friction he so carefully withholds. crystalline tears trace the flushed curves of your warm cheeks, salt meeting skin. zuko’s large hand moves to find purchase, his pale fingers contrasting sharply as they bloom against the rich, warm brown of your hip, gripping you with possession.
you begin to press onto him, wiggling your round, pretty ass against his bobbing cock until he’s forced to rock back and meet your rhythm.
it’s then that the tether snaps, leaving him helpless against the both the gravitational pull of your plush, pouted lips, and the siren call of your sweet pussy; he catches your hips in two sweltering palms, unable to endure another second of the space between you.
finally, finally, he sets away his restraint. he’s toyed with you long enough . . . who is he to deny you now?
when zuko eventually flips you onto your tautly-arched back and sinks home — tilting his strong hips at that precise, devastating angle — he presses in past smooth, squeezing walls and fills you to the very brim; a thick, sated pressure with a weight leaves you impossibly stretched around the girth of his hard cock.
he devours your pitched sounds in a deep, swollen kiss, his tongue sliding into the cavern of your mouth to suckle on your own with a heavy, shameless wetness. the low, messy sound of him drinking you in is syrupy and loud, a slick noise that echoes in the quietness of him swallowing up your gasps.
you pull away for air and reach up, desperate to claw at him, your soft palm sliding over the firm ridges of his toned stomach until your fingers trace the jagged, fleshy bloom of the lightning scar centered at his solar plexus. it’s a map of his old pain, vibrating against your skin as he lets out a long, shuddering exhale that tells you he’s wholly, devoutly, surrendered his fire and found his personal heaven inside of you.
“mmgh, zuko — finally . . .”
he only chuckles, a low vibration that resonates through the saffron-spiced air of his bedchamber, his head dipping low. the raised crimson dermis of the burn mark around his eye brushes against your temple; a rough, familiar texture that only adds to the delicious friction when his forehead brushes yours.
he rocks into you with such a torturous slowness that it feels as though he isn’t fucking you at all. you’re practically sobbing for him to just move.
your spirited husband, an ever so patient man, only chuckles, shushing your dulcet whines with the prod of two thick, pale fingers. they settle onto the pink of your tongue and sink further into the velvet of your mouth, claiming it as his own. he watches intently, with beautifully sharp molten eyes as your spit pools and gathers, slicking the width of his middle and index until they glisten.
“don’t worry, my love,” he coos, feeding you a deep, heavy thrust that distends the soft curve of your belly from within. his free hand descends, palm blooming with the slightest flicker of ignited heat as he presses that simmering touch over your pelvis, marking the bulge where he passes in and out of you.
he fights the spread of a grin as you moan and gag around his fingers simultaneously, your breath hot and frantic against his palm. “i’ll make you feel so fucking good, i promise . . . you’ll forget you ever had to wait.”
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One of the most nostalgic moments from the BET Awards. 🥹🎶
Tanya Blount took to the stage to perform “Joyful, Joyful” during Lauryn Hill’s Living Legend tribute, instantly taking fans back to Sister Act 2.
More than 30 years after the film’s release, seeing Tanya honour Lauryn felt like a beautiful full-circle moment. Some performances really do stand the test of time. 🤎✨
Im actually so happy with this piece yall! It's kind of a fanart for the very first scene of this amazing fanfic "Real Slow" by @zanimez on AO3. The vibe i imagined was so soft and cozy and this image just came to my mind
plus render timelapse cuz i remembered to record it halfway through
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Zukka little comic, short of, that nobody asked for but is here anyway? Thanks to the thread that I don't even know when it started, I literally found a screenshot on Pinterest and decided to draw it out. But shout out to @your-royal-momoness for starting the thread, I hope this is close to what you had pictured
I think I had the most fun drawing this one and it shows! Sokka is fed up with workaholic Fire Lord Zuko, so he takes matters into his own hands. He steals his clothes, becomes Fire Lord and makes up a whole new law.
As for Zuko wearing Sokka's clothes, I was thinking that maybe they visited Sokka's hometown and Zuko was terribly underdressed. Resulting in Sokka lending him his clothes until they buy him some new ones (they didn't buy new ones, Zuko wore Sokka's clothes the whole time)
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