#tw!!!

YESS step on me! Spit on my face! Beat me into a bloody pulp! Tell me that I belong to you only! Threaten me! Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Again!Agai

Zuko who loves fucking who all the time(yes all the time)

stepping into darker themes if you dont like it please go to my other works

!tw: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat,somo,breeding,impreg,degrading,petnames,cnc??,etc

The first rays of dawn filter through the heavy silk curtains of your royal chambers in the Fire Nation palace, casting a warm, golden glow over the expansive bed where you and Zuko lie entwined. You're his wife, the Fire Lord's queen, and even in sleep, you look utterly ravishing—curled up on your side, your body draped in his oversized royal sleeping robes. The deep crimson fabric clings to your curves, the sash loosely tied, leaving just enough skin exposed to tease him. Zuko stirs first, as he always does, his long black hair splayed across the pillows like a dark halo. His golden eyes flutter open, and immediately, that familiar heat surges through him. He's rock hard already, his thick cock throbbing against the thin sheet that barely covers his hips. Every morning, without fail, he wakes up like this—aching for you, his dirty little secret being how much he loves taking you while you're still lost in dreams.

He shifts closer, his breath hot against the nape of your neck as he presses his body flush against yours from behind. One strong arm snakes around your waist, pulling you back into him so you can feel the rigid length of his erection grinding against your ass through the robes. You're still asleep, soft breaths escaping your lips, oblivious to the predator in your bed. Zuko's hand slides up, cupping one of your breasts over the silk, his thumb circling your nipple until it hardens into a peak. 'Fuck, my pretty slut,' he murmurs low, his voice rough with sleep and lust. 'Look at you, wearing my robes like a good little wife. Makes me want to ruin you before you even open your eyes.'

He doesn't wait for permission—somnophilia is his vice, and you're his willing victim in these stolen moments. His fingers deftly untie the sash of the robe, parting the fabric to expose your naked body beneath. No undergarments, just like he prefers. He groans softly as his hand roams lower, dipping between your thighs to find your pussy already warm and slightly damp from the night's dreams. 'Always so ready for me, aren't you? Even in your sleep, this greedy cunt knows who owns it.' He spreads your folds with two fingers, stroking your clit in slow, deliberate circles while his cock nudges insistently at your entrance. The tip leaks pre-cum, smearing against your skin as he positions himself.

Zuko thrusts in slowly at first, savoring the way your unconscious body yields to him. Your walls clench around his girth, tight and hot, pulling him deeper inch by inch until he's buried to the hilt. He bites back a moan, his long hair falling forward to brush your shoulder as he starts a lazy rhythm—pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in, each stroke stretching you open. 'That's it, take your husband's cock like the filthy whore you are,' he whispers, his free hand tangling in your hair, gripping a fistful but not pulling yet. He keeps talking, his words a filthy litany meant to seep into your subconscious. 'I know you're dreaming of me filling you up, breeding this perfect pussy until you're swollen with my child. My queen, my cumdump—gonna knock you up again and again.'

Your body responds even in slumber, hips twitching back against him, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he picks up the pace. The wet sounds of his cock plunging into your slick heat fill the room, mingling with his ragged breaths. Zuko's other hand kneads your breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you gasp in your sleep. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. 'Wake up, princess. Time to feel me fuck you properly.' But he doesn't stop—oh no, he drives deeper, his hips snapping forward with more force now, the bed creaking under the assault. Your eyes finally flutter open, hazy with confusion and building arousal, only to widen as pleasure crashes over you.

'Z-Zuko?' you murmur, voice thick with sleep, but he silences you with a sharp tug on your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He bites down there, not gently, marking you as his while he pounds into you relentlessly. 'Shh, my dirty girl. Just lay there and let me use this tight hole. You've been teasing me all night in those robes—now pay for it.' His degrading words send a thrill through you, your pussy fluttering around his thick shaft as he talks you through every thrust. 'Feel that? That's my cock claiming what's mine. Gonna stretch you wide, make you beg for my seed. You want it, don't you? Want me to pump you full until it drips out, until your belly swells with our heir.'

He rolls you onto your stomach without pulling out, his weight pinning you down as he mounts you like an animal in heat. His long hair curtains around your face as he grabs another handful, pulling hard to arch your back. The new angle lets him hit deeper, his balls slapping against your clit with every brutal plunge. 'Fuck, you're soaking me, you needy slut. Listen to that—your pussy's weeping for my cum. Tell me how much you love waking up to your king's dick buried inside you.' You moan, pushing back against him, the somnolent haze giving way to full-blown ecstasy. Zuko's hand snakes under you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing furious circles, forcing you toward the edge. 'Come on, princess. Milk me dry. Show me what a good breeding bitch you are.'

The pressure builds unbearably, his cock dragging against that spot inside you over and over, his dirty talk pushing you higher. 'Imagine it—my seed taking root, your tits heavy with milk, body all soft and round from carrying my child. That's what you were made for, isn't it? To be fucked full every morning, every night, until you're dripping with me.' He growls, pace faltering as his own release nears. With a final, savage pull on your hair, he slams in deep, grinding against your cervix. 'Take it all, my love—every drop for that fertile womb.' Hot spurts of cum flood you, creaming your pussy as he holds himself there, pulsing inside you. The sensation tips you over, your orgasm ripping through you in waves, walls clamping down to wring him out.

Zuko collapses over you, still twitching, his lips pressing soft kisses to your shoulder now that the frenzy has passed. But even as he softens slightly inside you, he doesn't pull away—letting his cum stay plugged deep, just how he likes it for his breeding fantasies. 'Good girl,' he murmurs, voice tender now amid the degradation. 'My perfect wife. Ready for round two once you're awake enough?' He chuckles, nuzzling your neck, already stirring with that insatiable morning hunger.

please dont come for meee

also should i continue work like this or should i maintain what i was doing

the card reads: "work out to get fit and healthy and strong"

me: hmmm 🤔 nah *swipes it away*

*next option shows*

"work out until you burn fat and build muscle"

me: mmmm no *card disappears and the next one slides in*

"work out because you feel pressured to"

me: nopee I need something worse

"work out until you lose weight"

me: hmmm maybe but it could do better

*next card shows*

"work out until you pass out"

me: oooh okayyy we're getting somewhere here let's see if there's more

*swipes it away*

"work out until you pass out and then wake up, eat 1 date, and keep working out"

me: ooooh that's a good one. that's good I can work with that buttt ☝️ maybe ooone more

"work out until you die"

huge tw ahead. please be cautious.

a word I both love and hate 

No 

a word i’ve always struggled to say 

No

often followed by a honey sweet phrase

to smooth out its bite and lighten its weight

No. No. No.

a word I know I don’t say it enough. 

a word when disrespected is no longer as tough

a word that is meant to be strong and firm

a word that used to be more than just a word

a word that should be free to use in every situation

a word that is rarely brought up on such occasion

a word I would cling to, to rely on its strength

a word that doesn’t mean much in current days

a word often ignored in favor of saving face

a word that once could save the day

a word that can’t anymore 

a word that has lost its bite

a word of lost hope

a word with no weight 

a word that is ignored even when I say

No. No. No.

No

often followed by a honey sweet phrase

to smooth out its bite and lighten its weight

No 

a word i’ve always struggled to say 

No