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Sokka surged to his feet, his mouth slamming to hers with breath-stealing force, his mouth open and eager for her. Azula felt the sweep of his tongue, felt that rush go through her again as his taste flooded her mouth. She could taste herself too, and it made her moan and wrap her arms around his neck, pulling herself up and against him.
Sokka shoved her dress up again and then picked her up. She gasped, breaking away from his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. She groaned his name when she felt him there against her, the tip of his cock there, just there… He pulled her down, impaling her with one swift thrust that had her clutching him, her nails digging into his neck, and the back of his head. Her thighs tightened as he filled her, pressing hard inside of her.
He hissed in a breath against her neck and she felt a shudder go through him. The sensation rippled through her, exploding at the place where their bodies were connected. It expanded through her womb, into her belly, her limbs, the very heart of her. “I love being inside of you.”
5 Minute Fic: Sokkla (4/?) – NSFW
Sokka moaned, catching her by the hips as his mouth traced ravenous kisses along her belly and thighs. Azula made a noise a bit like the screech of an angry cat and pushed him closer, where she wanted him to be. He laughed–that deep humming laugh that made her skin feel tight and hot–and then slid his tongue against her clit, strafing it.
Her head tipped back against the wall as she tilted her hips forward, surging into the wet, warm strop of his tongue against her clit. He flicked it, teased it, and then pulled it between his lips with another groan that they both shared. She tried to spread her legs more, but her underwear stopped her.
His attentions were single-minded, focusing on the little bud of her pleasure, relentlessly stroking it with his tongue and then pulling at it until she found herself shaking in place. She dropped her skirt, but he didn’t seem to mind. When she felt his fingers press into her again, she cried out and surged forward into the heat of his mouth. He filled her, stretched her, pressing against that warm, spongey place inside of her that ached and throbbed for more.
Again, she tried to spread her legs, but her underwear stopped her. Cursing, she reached down and caught the thin red lace. It snapped with a rip and she eagerly threw her leg over his shoulder. He laughed again, and the sound ran warm fingers all over her sweaty skin. He pressed hard into her pussy, rubbing little circles. Another cry left her, her leg shaking. She felt his free hand under the thigh slung over his shoulder, holding her up.
“So eager.”
She caught his hair again and pressed him forward. “Did I say stop?”
“No, Princess.”
“Then put that mouth to work.” He laughed again, but did as he was told. White-hot licks of pleasure circled out through her womb as he fucked her with his mouth, his fingers pressing, rubbing deep inside of her. She was dripping, the wet sound indecent in the echoing hallway. His tongue flicked and slid against her quivering clit until she was panting, gasping, her mouth open, her leg shaking. “I’m going to come…don’t stop…”
He took her clit into his mouth, pulling on it, the tip of his tongue flicking back and forth as he suckled it. It was too much.
Azula pushed off of the wall, a scream escaping her as white-hot sparkles tore through her body, centering in the place where his mouth–his stupid, wonderful mouth–was attached to her. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, gushing as her hips drove forward and back against his face. He released her throbbing clit, and then ran his tongue along it flatly, making the sensations start all over again. She pulsed and quivered, all of her weight leaning forward onto his broad shoulder.
As she slowly came down from her climax, she felt his mouth trail back to her thighs, licking at the moisture there. She felt warm, her muscles quivering, lips swollen… His fingers pulling out of her with another wet slish. She let out a breath and pulled her skirt back, exposing his head to the air.
Sokka looked up at her, that slow grin on his wet lips. His face was red, sweat on his forehead. “You screamed.”
Her lips twisted. “Only to swell your fragile ego.”
“It’s not my ego’s that swollen, Princess.” His brow quirked charmingly. A soft laugh left her, despite herself. And that was the problem really. As annoying as she found him, she also found him devastatingly attractive. It was why she allowed herself to be steered into this out of the way corridor in the first place. She’d wanted to get him alone, to see if he could use that stubborn, aggravating mouth for anything besides talking.
Well….she had her answer, and then some.
They stared at one another for a long, heat-filled moment, desire racing between them. She could see how much he wanted her in his eyes, how much he
When she dropped her leg from his shoulder and crooked her finger at him in invitation. He didn’t hesitate.
5 Minute Fic: Sokkla (3/?) NSFW
Azula’s pulse raced as Sokka reached between them, undoing his pants with a jerk. Then he stepped closer, pushing her into the wall again. She felt his cock against her ass, thick, and hard, and soft at the same time. His booted foot caught her slippered one and she gasped when he shoved her legs a little farther apart.
His mouth nipped her ear again, sending those shots of pleasure scattering through her overheated body like crows on the wind. She pushed backward against him again, and felt him guide himself between her legs from behind. His cock slid along her wet seam, the ridge of his head rubbing back and forth across her engorged clit. She shocked herself with a whimper, as he pulled back just enough to find her opening. He pressed in, so wide and thick that her mouth opened, eyes squeezing shut.
Sokka made a noise, something like a groan, a soft, deep exhale that sounded like her name. Then grasped her hips in both hands, jerking her lower body back against his so hard that she found herself impaled on his cock. Her hand slapped the wall, nails digging in, her back arching.
“Fuck!” she forced out through her teeth, pressing back into him. Sokka surged back and then forward again, opening her to him with a hard jerk. She felt every rock hard inch of him, felt him in the heart of her. And she loved it.
She wiggled forward, her thighs tightening, her pussy clenching around his length. Sokka pulled her back again, wrapping his arms around her waist and her chest, pulling her back against his body. She braced her hands on the wall as Sokka rocked against her, taking her in shallow little thrusts that made her bite down on her lip to keep screams out of her mouth. He kissed along her neck, her jaw, and then turned her head. His kiss was shallow, off-center, and playful.
When he pulled back and thrust again, harder than before, her head fell back against his shoulder, a short little yelp leaving her. Sokka laughed and thrust again, just as hard.
“You like that?”
“Yes…” she panted as his arm tightened on her waist. When he scored her neck his teeth again, she could feel his muscles gathering. Her pulse jumped again, her heart slamming in her chest like a frantic, caged animal. He thrust again and she cried out, unable to stop the sound. The sound birthed an echo, her pleasure ringing in her ears. When Sokka’s hand covered her mouth she squeaked and started to pull it away, but he stopped her.
“I’d like nothing more than to hear you scream, Princess, but this isn’t exactly a private place,” Sokka said against her ear. She could hear the amusement in his voice. The smug surety.
Her elbow rammed back into his ribs, and the hand over her mouth dropped away as he let out an ‘oof’ of pain. She pushed him away and turned back around to face him. His blue eyes glittered as she grasped him by the front of the shirt and pulled him close.
“I don’t give a fuck about privacy,” she said and then yanked him down by the front of his shirt. He went willingly, hitting his knees in front of her. He looked up at her with an open mouth, tongue lolling against his lush lower lip. He had his glistening cock in his hand, stroking it. Just seeing it… Her blood seemed to pump harder, and she could feel it throbbing deep inside of her womb. She reached forward and caught his wolf’s tail again, even as she caught her skirt and jerked it up in the front. “You really want to make me scream? Prove it.”
And she shoved his face between her legs.
5 Minute Fic: Sokkla (2/?)
“I want you to fuck me.”
His lips grazed her skin, and she felt his laugh as it hummed up her throat to her ear. “Oh, I plan to, Princess.”
“Don’t get cocky,” Azula ground out through her teeth, her tongue flicking out and razing a blistering hot path up his neck. His hips surged forward, showing her just how cocky he was. She tipped her hips forward, one hand on his lower back, fisting in his blue shirt.
“Would you like me to take you to bed?” Sokka whispered, his voice low and rough in that way that set her soul on fire. She shivered at the thought of writhing beneath him as he held her down and took her–or better yet, holding him down while she rode him. She liked the thought of that a little too much, and the fantasy spilled across her senses in a tumbling rush that made her head spin. Oh, the idea of having him in her bed…at her mercy… His arching voice called her back from that delicious fantasy. “Or…?”
“Or what?” she managed, before he grabbed her and spun her in place. She found herself shoved against the wall, the marble cool against her heated cheek. Sokka’s big hands caught her skirt, pulling it up and out of his way even as he pressed his bound erection against her ass. One of his hands then caught her hair, tilting her head back.
“Or I could fuck you right here,” he said as she gasped. He thrust against her, pushing her into the wall, his hands digging into her hips. His teeth scored her neck, pulling at the skin as she braced herself on the wall, her mouth opening on a strangled moan. Little shots of electricity ran through her skin from the hard suction of his mouth and she writhed backward, shamelessly trying to ease the ache deep inside of her. He lifted his mouth and skimmed her ear, biting on it, sending those hard zaps of pleasure straight through her pussy.
She almost pushed him away. She didn’t like being manhandled…or at least she was sure she didn’t, since no one before him had ever dared to shove her against a wall like this, but something about the heat in his voice, the warmth of his body against hers… And the idea of him taking her, there, now…like he wanted her as much as she wanted him… Like he couldn’t wait…
Azula turned her head, and caught his eye, even as she reached back and pulled her underwear down her thighs. Slowly, Sokka pulled a simmering smile.
5-Minute Fic: Sokkla (1/?) NSFW
She had no idea how she ended up pressed between a wall and the rock hard planes of his body, or why she hadn’t pushed him away yet. Or why she’d nearly crowed with triumph when his mouth slammed to hers, kissing her rough and hard. She couldn’t understand it. Didn’t want to understand it.
His hands were everywhere, cupping her breasts, working beneath her clothing. She didn’t stop him. On the contrary, she lifted her skirt for him, throwing one thigh against his as he fit his big body snugly against hers. He rocked against her, promising her something rough and hot and blissful. And oh, how she wanted it.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” she breathed as his fingers pressed in between her thighs, gliding through the dripping folds of her pussy. She was so wet already. Warmth suffused her cheeks as he dipped his fingers inside of her, drawing out the moisture. Her hips tilted for more, a deeper penetration, but he pulled his hand out from between them, surprising her into making a protesting noise.
Ice blue eyes met hers and burned with an intensity that scorched her. Slowly, he slid his fingers into his mouth, flicking the tip of his tongue between his fingers before sucking at each fingertip one by one. Savoring her. Her pussy clenched, need tightening her throat. Her eyes blazed.
He dropped his fingers and leaned in to her ear, nuzzling at her as she pressed herself against the wall. She realized how out of control she was and didn’t care one inch.
“Mmm… Azula…” Sokka rumbled in her ear. “You taste like cherries.”
She caught his wolf’s tail, turning his head to slam a groaning kiss to his mouth. He laughed against her lips, but the sound turned into a moan as she lifted her hips into the press of his body. He propped one hand on the wall beside her head and caught her under one knee, thrusting against her with a rough dig that made the blood pound in her ears.
She gasped, turning her head. Immediately he latched onto her throat, his teeth and lips and tongue scoring her flesh and sending little thrills down her flushed skin. His hips jerked against hers, rubbing, grinding so hard she felt like she might break any moment.
“Sokka?” she gasped, eyes rolling back, breath heaving. He acknowledged her with a little grunt in his throat, sucking at her pulse point and scattering licks of fire down her skin. “I want you to fuck me.”
quick doodle for @fanwright to say thanks for commissioning me so much and being so patient !
Azula Week 2018 #2
Here goes my second installment for Azula Week 2018, this one about motherhood (more like Azula being nervous about being a mother. I hope you enjoy it and leave a like or reblog if you liked it.
To say Azula was nervous during her pregnancy was an understatement. It seems as if her nerves were on an all time high, her perfectionist re-emerging as she spent hours on end making sure the nursery was just right. She ensured that drunk every tea that was supposed to help things go smoothly, even the ones that tasted like dirt. So the fear in her eyes when her water had finally broke came to no surprise.
“Sokka!” She shouted from the bathroom. Sokka, of course, just rushed in with paint still covering his body and hands.
“What’s wrong?” He said and quickly noticed the puddle of water beneath Azula’s feet.
“What do you think is wrong, my water just broke, that’s what’s wrong!” Azula snapped and despite his initial shock, he couldn’t help but to smile. “What the hell are you just smiling for?” She yelled at him, her contractions finally hitting her hard.
“She’s finally coming.” He tells her and she groans.
“You don’t know that it’s a girl, Sokka. Now please help me to the bed.” She tells him and he quickly grabs her hand, wrapping his other arm around her to assist her to the bed. Once she made it there, the pain seemed to only intensify.
“I’ll go get Katara.” He says as his nerves return.
It only took a few moments before Sokka returned with his sister. Katara did a quick check up on how far Azula was in the labor process before kicking Sokka out of the room. Something that came without protest as Azula had started swearing off sex and not letting Sokka touch her ever again. The labor had last a long ten hours before Azula was actually able to start pushing. It was only another ten minutes before their child entered the world and Sokka was allowed back into the room.
“Surprisingly, you were right, you got a little girl.” Katara told him as he entered the room and she saw his eyes light up.
“A girl….I know Azula is so pissed that I was right.” He chuckles and she nods.
“Oh you know she’s furious.” Katara laughs as she leads him to his wife and daughter. All of his remaining nerves seemed to fade away as soon as he saw them. He kneeled down at the side of bed, kissing the side of Azula’s head. Despite looking calm as ever, her fear had reached an all time high and she held the fragile newborn in her arms it took a moment but Sokka finally spoke, distracting her momentarily from her fears.
“She’s breathtaking.” Sokka whispers as he takes in the sight of his daughter. She wasn’t as tan as him of course but it was clear she was water tribe. And the hair on her head was as dark as her mother’s. The only thing he couldn’t tell was whose eyes she had.
Seeming to know the exact question he was thinking of, Azula said,”She has my eyes.”
“Well then she had the most beautiful eyes in the world.” Sokka says with a smile and she smiles backs softly. After a few moments of silence, suddenly Azula’s eyes were filled with tears.
“What if I’m not a good mother, Sokka?” She chokes out and Sokka shook his head instantly.
“Don’t think that. You’re going to be an amazing mother, I know it.”
You don’t know that!” She says with a bit more force and their daughter stirred in her arms.
“Azula, I know you’d do anything for this little girl. And I know that you’re worried about being a bad mother but trust me, there is no one better to be her mother than you.”
“Sokka..”
“No, I mean it! I mean, who better to teach her how to be strong and confident. And I can already see you doing her hair before bed or practicing bending stances early in the morning. Or I’ll teach her how to use a sword, only when she’s old enough. And of course we’re gonna make a few mistakes but she is going to be okay, we’re going to be okay.” Sokka says before kissing her hair and Azula lets her tears fall finally.
“How do you do that?” She asked him and he furrowed his eyebrows,
“Do what?” Came his reply.
“Do that! All of the pep talks and making me believe what you say.” She says and he shrugs.
“I just tell you the truth, Zula. Nothing less.” He says and she moves to sit up further.
“I guess I should actually let you hold her.” Azula tells him and moves to place their daughter in his arms.
Sokka stared at their child in awe as he held her close to his chest. He couldn’t believe that he created something so perfect. Well, she was half Azula so he could actually believe it. In that moment, the newborn yawned and opened her eyes, showing Sokka what looked like a clone of Azula’s eyes. The sight made his heart swell as she stared up him with wide eyes. He couldn’t help but to look over at Azula and say, “I told you it was girl.”
“You know, this is the only time you’re going to hear me admit that you were right so enjoy it while it lasts.” She tells him and he chuckles. “And if you tell another soul, I’ll kill you.” She adds and he shakes his head.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Sokka grins before kissing her. “But what are we gonna name her?” He says and Azula freezes up.
“I..I have no clue. I really didn’t think it would be a girl.” She says and he chuckles.
“Well we have some time.” Sokka tells her and she nods, finally getting sleepy.
Azula laid there as she watched Sokka coo at their daughter’s face. The sight of that calmed almost every nerve she had about being a mother. At least for now. Maybe he was right. Maybe Azula would be a good mother after all. Despite what anyone else said. And for now, that was all that mattered.
Azula Week 2018 – Day Four: Azula as the Avatar AU
… Yeah, I took a lot of artistic liberties with this prompt. What can I say? :’D Honestly I’m just happy I could get it done on time xD
Granted I went overboard with this, it was a lot of work and if I hadn’t made something this big I might have made it on time for the rest of the days… but what can ya’ do. Life gets unfairly busy.
At any rate, this doesn’t need much explanation, unless my handwriting is so bad that you can’t read the dialogues (wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case). This is just a humorous jab at these AUs, personally I’ve never imagined Azula as the Avatar and this was the best idea that came to my mind, so here we are! Azula, the pillowbending Avatar!
July 12 – Fire and Water (Azula Week 2018)
Commission for @fanwright based on @purpleplatypusbear21 ‘s cosplay
Glad to finally be participating in Azula Week!! 0w<
Azula Week Day 2: Motherhood
(Artwork by @gavalanche-presents)
The sound of shattering glass broke Azula’s concentration. So much for breathing exercises. Ever since the kids had entered her life, getting even a half hour of tranquility was a gift. Nevertheless, her children were her little treasures, and with her husband, Sokka, away at a council meeting, she was left alone to deal with their shenanigans.
She walked into her son’s room to find the young firebender creating a makeshift home for his pet firefly-fish. Servants were already scurrying to pick up broken glass from the soaked carpet. The perks of being royalty.
“She tired to murder my fish!” Koda cried, pointing at his little sister.
“I did not!” Arika insisted.
“Okay, okay.” Azula took a deep breath. “What happened?”
“We were fighting and his fish bowl toppled over and broke,” the non-bender started, “but I didn’t do it!”
“Yes she did!”
“I wasn’t even near it!”
“Then a ghost must have done it,” the boy groaned sardonically.
“You’ve got to believe me, momma!” Arika looked up at her with wide, pleading blue eyes.
“I want to, sweetheart, but…” Azula sighed. “You were pretty jealous when your father and I agreed that Koda was old enough to have a pet – ”
“Yes but – ”
“And fish bowls don’t just move on their own…”
“YOU ALWAYS TAKE HIS SIDE!” she shrieked.
That stung. “No honey, that’s not – ”
“IT’S BECAUSE HE’S A FIREBENDER, ISN’T IT?!” She clenched her hands into tiny, furious fists.
Suddenly, the water on the carpet turned to ice.
Koda’s mouth dropped.
Azula froze. A waterbender! Her daughter was a waterbender!
“I…” Arika’s eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t know… I didn’t mean to – ”
Azula threw her arms around her daughter and hugged her tightly. “I know, sweet girl.” She stroked her back. “I know.”
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