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Juno❆ 20s❆ She/her ❆ Non-native English speaker - All errors are sprinkled with love ❆ MDNI (18+)❆
☆ Masterlist
☆ Rules
Please don’t repost, translate, copy, my writing without my permission. I will cry, do you want that on your conscience?
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Power and Passion
Length: 2.6k
Content: Firelord!Zuko x Painter!Reader, smut, MDNI!, minor Zuko x OC character, canon divergent universe, semi-public sex, Zuko recieves head in front of the reader, throne sex, lmk if I missed anything
Synopsis: You're hired to paint Fire lord Zuko's royal portrait. However, Zuko got other plans for you.
Authors note: Zuko came back to my life beefier and hotter than ever. I couldn't help but to write him.
You stood before the massive doors of the Fire Lord's audience chamber, your heart pounding against your ribs as you clutched your satchel of brushes, pigments, and canvases. Before you could knock, one door swung open with a weak groan.
A warrior stepped out. Her face was painted and her armor illuminated from the firetorches. She must be a Kyoshi-Warrior you thought to yourself. "Painter? I’m Suki,” She beamed. “The Fire Lord is expecting you. Follow me." She led you through the echoing halls, past guards who stood like statues, until you reached the throne room.
Fire Lord Zuko sat upon the ornate throne. He was exactly as the rumors and portraits had suggested tall, broad-shouldered, and regal in his crimson and gold robes. His raven hair was long and draped down with only the top tied back in the traditional topknot. You remember seeing him under his coronation but that was more than a decade ago. The adult years had filled him out with lean muscle and an aura of hard-won authority. He watched you approach quietly with his intense golden eyes.
You bowed deeply. "Fire Lord Zuko. It is an honor to paint you. Thank you for this commission."
He nodded once. "Rise, I appreciate punctuality. Begin your preparations."
You set up your easel and canvas a respectful distance away, arranging your oils and brushes. You tried your best not to focus too much on the Fire Lord. The years had done him good, you thought, biting your underlip. Zuko remained seated in a perfect posture as you worked.
"Tell me about yourself," he said after a few minutes. You glanzed up from mixing the colors for his robes, surprised at the curiosity of his tone. "Most artists who come here are older masters. You're young. Where did you train?"
"I studied in the outer provinces first, then spent two years in the Capital University under Master Lo. I specialize in portraiture, capturing not just features, but the feeling behind them. Light on skin, the weight of responsibility in the eyes... that sort of thing."
He tilted his head slightly, while smiling slightly. "Ambitious. And honest. I like that." Your face was burning. The conversation flowed easily as you sketched his outline. He asked questions about your favorite subjects, your travels, even a dry comment about how difficult it was to sit still for long periods. You answered openly, warmed by his attention. He seemed almost... human like this, away from the public eye.
You were just about to begin laying down the base layers when the side door opened with a soft click. A woman entered, she wore silk robes in deep scarlet clinging to her curves. She swayed her hips seductively a half-lidded smile on her painted lips. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, but what took you back was her striking green eyes.
"My lord... might I join you in this painting? It would be such a shame to leave your throne looking so... lonely." She slurred seductively out.
Zuko regarded her for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, Kaori. Sit."
Kaori glided forward and sank gracefully to the floor beside his throne. She leaned against his leg, one arm draping possessively over his knee, her cheek resting against the rich fabric of his robes. The pose was intimate but also possessive, her breasts were pressed softly against his thigh as she looked up at him. By the look in her eyes it was clear that she adored her Fire Lord. Zuko rested a hand lightly on her shoulder. You were told by your colleagues that the Fire Lord never married, but rather had concubines due to his family…issues one could say. Kaori was known to be his favorite and very possessive. She would interrupt any situation in which Zuko was alone with another woman.
You swallowed, trying to focus on your work. The composition had changed. Instead of the gentle fire that was Fire Lord Zuko, it was now the Fire Lord and concubine, power and pleasure intertwined. You painted in silence for a while, capturing the contrast between Zuko's gentle strength and Kaori's languid sensuality. But the air grew thicker as Kaori's fingers traced idle patterns on Zuko's knee, inching higher. He did not stop her. It made you wonder. How was it like being his concubine. Being taken care of him and seeing him whenever he desired you. Images of him being on top of you with his dark locs draping around your head began flashing in your head sending heat between your legs.
"She's distracting you," Zuko asked. His golden eyes were locked onto yours. "Did it bother you?"
You shook your head, your brush was trembling a bit. "No, my Lord. She's... beautiful. It adds to the piece."
Kaori giggled. "Hear that? She thinks I'm beautiful." She moved her shoulder slightly , letting her robe slip off one shoulder, exposing more skin. Her hand slid boldly up Zuko's inner thigh. He exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening on her shoulder.
You tried to keep your strokes steady on the canvas. Kaori noticed the attention Zuko gave to you. She knew her Firelord, his golden eyes were filled with lust. Jealousy spread around her body like poison. Kaori grew bolder, tracing up Zuko’s inner thigh slowly. Zuko remained composed, yet his golden eyes stayed fixed on you rather than on the woman at his feet.
A clink echoed as Kaori unbuckled his belt and freed his hardening cock. Without hesitation, she leaned in, her painted lips parting as she took him into her mouth. The wet sound of her slurping and sucking filled the quiet chamber. She worked him with deep devotion. With long, slow drags of her tongue followed by deeper strokes that made her cheeks hollow. Small moans vibrated from her throat as she bobbed her head.
Zuko’s breath hitched once, but his gaze never left you. Those intense golden eyes burned into yours, watching you attentively while his favorite concubine pleasured him. Heat flooded your body. Your thighs pressed together instinctively as slick wetness gathered between your legs, your core aching with sudden, shameful need. Your brush trembled against the canvas, leaving a slightly crooked line you’d have to fix later. You were intensely, embarrassingly horny with your nipples tightened beneath your robes, and warmth pooled low in your belly with every wet sound Kaori made.
You tried to focus on the painting, on capturing the sharp line of his jaw or the rich crimson of his robes, but it was impossible. The sight of Kaori’s dark hair spilling over his lap, the rhythmic motion of her head, and the way Zuko’s hand eventually tangled in her hair while he continued to stare at you made your mind spiral. Filthy thoughts flooded you: what it would feel like if those strong hands were in your hair instead, if that intense gaze was looking down at you while you knelt between his legs, if he would groan your name in that deep voice as he filled your mouth.
Your breathing grew shallow. You shifted on your feet, trying to ease the throbbing pressure between your thighs, but it only made the wetness worse. A soft, involuntary sound nearly escaped your lips.
“She’s distracting you,” Zuko said suddenly making your body tense. His eyes remained locked on yours.
Kaori paused, lips still wrapped around him, but Zuko gently tugged her back by the hair.
“Enough, Kaori,” he ordered softly. “Leave us. You are distracting the artist.”
Kaori pulled off him with a wet pop, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a pout. She glanced at you with a mix of jealousy and amusement, then rose gracefully, adjusting her silk robes. With one last sway of her hips, she exited through the side door without a word.
The throne room fell silent except for the faint crackle of distant torches. Zuko remained seated, still exposed and hard staring right at you. You stood frozen for a long moment after Kaori’s departure, feeling the silence of the throne room pressing down on you. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest, while your lips were slick with arousal.
“Come here,” Zuko commanded with a low and husky voice. His golden eyes held you captive.
You swallowed hard and set your brush down. You walked up to the throne slowly. When you reached him, you sank obediently to your knees before the Fire Lord, your gaze fell on the floor. Heat burned across your face and neck in embarrassment and your mind was spinning.
Zuko leaned forward, placing his fingers on your chin and gently tilting your face upward. His thumb brushed slowly across your lower lip, as he studied you. “Look at me,” he murmured. You obeyed. The intensity in his scarred, handsome face made you stop breathing for a small moment. Without another word, he leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss. His mouth was warm and firm, tasting faintly of smoke and spice. The tenderness of it made your eyes flutter shut.
Then he gripped your waist and lifted you effortlessly onto his lap, placing you across his thighs. The moment your bodies pressed together, the kiss deepened. His tongue swept into your mouth, passionately dancing with yours. You moaned softly into his mouth, melting against his broad chest as his hands roamed your back.
You tried to pull back for air, gasping, but Zuko wouldn’t let you. He chased your lips, sucking your tongue into his mouth with a low growl that sent sparks straight to your core. He placed one hand gently on the back of your head, pushing you closer for another kiss and the kiss grew even more intense. It was wet, needy, and consuming.
His other hand slipped beneath the hem of your dress, sliding up your thigh until his fingers hooked into your panties. He tugged them down your legs in one smooth motion, letting them pool around your ankles before you kicked them aside. Never breaking the kiss, he adjusted you on his lap so you straddled him fully. Your heated core was hovering just above his still-hard cock.
Zuko’s fingers returned between your legs, stroking through your soaked folds slowly. He groaned into your mouth at how wet you were, his thumb circling your swollen clit while two fingers teased your entrance. The pleasure built rapidly under his skilled touch. Your hips rocked helplessly against his hand as the coil of tension tightened inside you.
He kept kissing you through it all with deep, possessive kisses that stole your breath until the pleasure finally crested. You came hard on his fingers with a muffled cry against his lips, your body shaking as waves of intense release crashed over you.
You trembled in the aftershocks of your orgasm, still straddling Zuko’s lap with his fingers glistening from your release. His golden eyes burned with hunger as he withdrew his hand and tasted you. Before, both his hands gripped your hips instead.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
You nodded breathlessly, heart racing as you positioned yourself over his hard cock. Zuko held himself steady while you slowly sank down. The thick head pushed inside you, stretching your soaked walls. You moaned, eyes fluttering as he slowly lowered you further, inch by inch, until your ass finally met his thighs. He was buried to the hilt, filling you completely.
“It’s so much, My Lord—fuck,” you gasped, closing your eyes at the burning stretch. You had never felt so full before. It bordered on too much, like you were being split open around the Fire Lord’s cock.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
You opened your eyes. Zuko stared up at you with half-lidded intensity, his scarred face flushed with pleasure.
“Now bounce.”He said spanking your ass.
You yelped at the sting, but it quickly melted into heat. Zuko’s strong hands gripped your hips firmly as you began to move, slamming yourself down onto his length. The initial sting faded fast, replaced by sharp, electric pleasure that raced through every nerve. You moved faster, legs trembling as you held onto his broad shoulders for support.
Zuko threw his head back against the throne with a low groan, watching the way pleasure twisted your features. Your arousal coated his cock and base with every bounce, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the throne room. Each bounce had the head of his cock brush perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you, drawing broken moans from your throat.
A loud knock suddenly sounded on the massive doors. “Fire Lord Zuko,” a councilman’s voice called from the other side. “The council awaits your presence for the trade negotiations.”
You froze mid-bounce while your eyes wide with panic. Zuko spanked you once more in warning.
“Continue,” he growled under his breath, golden eyes locked on yours. You continued bouncing on his cock, trying to stay quiet even as the pleasure built again.
He raised his voice toward the door, perfectly composed despite being buried deep inside you. “Ten minutes. I am… occupied.”
The risk of being heard only made you wetter. Zuko’s hands tightened on your hips, guiding you harder as you rode him. Your eyes rolled back, hips stuttering before you ground down even more desperately.
Zuko’s large hand slid up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure on the sides to make your head spin. You gasped brokenly, your cunt pulsing and squeezing around him as you kept riding.
“That’s it,” he murmured darkly as lips brushing your ear. “Take your Fire Lord like this. Let me feel how badly you need this throne.”
He exhaled deeply, clearly getting close. You let out a choked sob as your second orgasm crashed over you, squeezing impossibly tight around his cock while waves of intense pleasure tore through you. It was the strongest climax you had ever felt.
Zuko slid further down on the throne and fucked up into you through your orgasm, chasing his own release. Your short, desperate moans filled the space between you as you kept bouncing. His cock twitched hard inside you, and with a deep groan as he came. As he spilled deep within you, a burst of fire escaped his parted lips in a controlled, heated exhale that singed the air above the throne.
You both stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Eventually, Zuko helped you off his lap. You quickly retrieved your discarded underwear, smoothed down your dress, and returned to your easel on shaky legs, trying to look composed as you picked up your brush again.
The doors opened. Two councilmen stepped inside, bowing deeply. “Forgive us for disturbing you, Fire Lord.”
Zuko adjusted his robes calmly, looking every bit the regal ruler once more. “Only one person may disturb the Fire Lord without consequence. Is the matter from the Avatar?”
“No, my lord. It concerns the Earth Kingdom trade routes…”
You kept painting in silence, cheeks burning with feeling yourself leaking between your legs of residue from your Fire Lord, as they spoke. The rest of the session passed in a haze.
Later that night, back in your modest home, you stood before the mirror and slowly undressed. As your robes slipped from your shoulders, you froze in place. There, on your hips, were distinct handprints from where Zuko’s fiery grip had held you. The burn marks of the Fire Lord lingered on your skin like a secret brand. You traced them gently, a shiver running through you as memories of the throne room flooded back.
Credit: Divider by @steviebbboi and picture by @/heidi_marieeee on Threads
Icymi
Power and Passion
Length: 2.6k
Content: Firelord!Zuko x Painter!Reader, smut, MDNI!, minor Zuko x OC character, canon divergent universe, semi-public sex, Zuko recieves head in front of the reader, throne sex, lmk if I missed anything
Synopsis: You're hired to paint Fire lord Zuko's royal portrait. However, Zuko got other plans for you.
Authors note: Zuko came back to my life beefier and hotter than ever. I couldn't help but to write him.
You stood before the massive doors of the Fire Lord's audience chamber, your heart pounding against your ribs as you clutched your satchel of brushes, pigments, and canvases. Before you could knock, one door swung open with a weak groan.
A warrior stepped out. Her face was painted and her armor illuminated from the firetorches. She must be a Kyoshi-Warrior you thought to yourself. "Painter? I’m Suki,” She beamed. “The Fire Lord is expecting you. Follow me." She led you through the echoing halls, past guards who stood like statues, until you reached the throne room.
Fire Lord Zuko sat upon the ornate throne. He was exactly as the rumors and portraits had suggested tall, broad-shouldered, and regal in his crimson and gold robes. His raven hair was long and draped down with only the top tied back in the traditional topknot. You remember seeing him under his coronation but that was more than a decade ago. The adult years had filled him out with lean muscle and an aura of hard-won authority. He watched you approach quietly with his intense golden eyes.
You bowed deeply. "Fire Lord Zuko. It is an honor to paint you. Thank you for this commission."
He nodded once. "Rise, I appreciate punctuality. Begin your preparations."
You set up your easel and canvas a respectful distance away, arranging your oils and brushes. You tried your best not to focus too much on the Fire Lord. The years had done him good, you thought, biting your underlip. Zuko remained seated in a perfect posture as you worked.
"Tell me about yourself," he said after a few minutes. You glanzed up from mixing the colors for his robes, surprised at the curiosity of his tone. "Most artists who come here are older masters. You're young. Where did you train?"
"I studied in the outer provinces first, then spent two years in the Capital University under Master Lo. I specialize in portraiture, capturing not just features, but the feeling behind them. Light on skin, the weight of responsibility in the eyes... that sort of thing."
He tilted his head slightly, while smiling slightly. "Ambitious. And honest. I like that." Your face was burning. The conversation flowed easily as you sketched his outline. He asked questions about your favorite subjects, your travels, even a dry comment about how difficult it was to sit still for long periods. You answered openly, warmed by his attention. He seemed almost... human like this, away from the public eye.
You were just about to begin laying down the base layers when the side door opened with a soft click. A woman entered, she wore silk robes in deep scarlet clinging to her curves. She swayed her hips seductively a half-lidded smile on her painted lips. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, but what took you back was her striking green eyes.
"My lord... might I join you in this painting? It would be such a shame to leave your throne looking so... lonely." She slurred seductively out.
Zuko regarded her for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, Kaori. Sit."
Kaori glided forward and sank gracefully to the floor beside his throne. She leaned against his leg, one arm draping possessively over his knee, her cheek resting against the rich fabric of his robes. The pose was intimate but also possessive, her breasts were pressed softly against his thigh as she looked up at him. By the look in her eyes it was clear that she adored her Fire Lord. Zuko rested a hand lightly on her shoulder. You were told by your colleagues that the Fire Lord never married, but rather had concubines due to his family…issues one could say. Kaori was known to be his favorite and very possessive. She would interrupt any situation in which Zuko was alone with another woman.
You swallowed, trying to focus on your work. The composition had changed. Instead of the gentle fire that was Fire Lord Zuko, it was now the Fire Lord and concubine, power and pleasure intertwined. You painted in silence for a while, capturing the contrast between Zuko's gentle strength and Kaori's languid sensuality. But the air grew thicker as Kaori's fingers traced idle patterns on Zuko's knee, inching higher. He did not stop her. It made you wonder. How was it like being his concubine. Being taken care of him and seeing him whenever he desired you. Images of him being on top of you with his dark locs draping around your head began flashing in your head sending heat between your legs.
"She's distracting you," Zuko asked. His golden eyes were locked onto yours. "Did it bother you?"
You shook your head, your brush was trembling a bit. "No, my Lord. She's... beautiful. It adds to the piece."
Kaori giggled. "Hear that? She thinks I'm beautiful." She moved her shoulder slightly , letting her robe slip off one shoulder, exposing more skin. Her hand slid boldly up Zuko's inner thigh. He exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening on her shoulder.
You tried to keep your strokes steady on the canvas. Kaori noticed the attention Zuko gave to you. She knew her Firelord, his golden eyes were filled with lust. Jealousy spread around her body like poison. Kaori grew bolder, tracing up Zuko’s inner thigh slowly. Zuko remained composed, yet his golden eyes stayed fixed on you rather than on the woman at his feet.
A clink echoed as Kaori unbuckled his belt and freed his hardening cock. Without hesitation, she leaned in, her painted lips parting as she took him into her mouth. The wet sound of her slurping and sucking filled the quiet chamber. She worked him with deep devotion. With long, slow drags of her tongue followed by deeper strokes that made her cheeks hollow. Small moans vibrated from her throat as she bobbed her head.
Zuko’s breath hitched once, but his gaze never left you. Those intense golden eyes burned into yours, watching you attentively while his favorite concubine pleasured him. Heat flooded your body. Your thighs pressed together instinctively as slick wetness gathered between your legs, your core aching with sudden, shameful need. Your brush trembled against the canvas, leaving a slightly crooked line you’d have to fix later. You were intensely, embarrassingly horny with your nipples tightened beneath your robes, and warmth pooled low in your belly with every wet sound Kaori made.
You tried to focus on the painting, on capturing the sharp line of his jaw or the rich crimson of his robes, but it was impossible. The sight of Kaori’s dark hair spilling over his lap, the rhythmic motion of her head, and the way Zuko’s hand eventually tangled in her hair while he continued to stare at you made your mind spiral. Filthy thoughts flooded you: what it would feel like if those strong hands were in your hair instead, if that intense gaze was looking down at you while you knelt between his legs, if he would groan your name in that deep voice as he filled your mouth.
Your breathing grew shallow. You shifted on your feet, trying to ease the throbbing pressure between your thighs, but it only made the wetness worse. A soft, involuntary sound nearly escaped your lips.
“She’s distracting you,” Zuko said suddenly making your body tense. His eyes remained locked on yours.
Kaori paused, lips still wrapped around him, but Zuko gently tugged her back by the hair.
“Enough, Kaori,” he ordered softly. “Leave us. You are distracting the artist.”
Kaori pulled off him with a wet pop, licking her lips as she looked up at him with a pout. She glanced at you with a mix of jealousy and amusement, then rose gracefully, adjusting her silk robes. With one last sway of her hips, she exited through the side door without a word.
The throne room fell silent except for the faint crackle of distant torches. Zuko remained seated, still exposed and hard staring right at you. You stood frozen for a long moment after Kaori’s departure, feeling the silence of the throne room pressing down on you. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest, while your lips were slick with arousal.
“Come here,” Zuko commanded with a low and husky voice. His golden eyes held you captive.
You swallowed hard and set your brush down. You walked up to the throne slowly. When you reached him, you sank obediently to your knees before the Fire Lord, your gaze fell on the floor. Heat burned across your face and neck in embarrassment and your mind was spinning.
Zuko leaned forward, placing his fingers on your chin and gently tilting your face upward. His thumb brushed slowly across your lower lip, as he studied you. “Look at me,” he murmured. You obeyed. The intensity in his scarred, handsome face made you stop breathing for a small moment. Without another word, he leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss. His mouth was warm and firm, tasting faintly of smoke and spice. The tenderness of it made your eyes flutter shut.
Then he gripped your waist and lifted you effortlessly onto his lap, placing you across his thighs. The moment your bodies pressed together, the kiss deepened. His tongue swept into your mouth, passionately dancing with yours. You moaned softly into his mouth, melting against his broad chest as his hands roamed your back.
You tried to pull back for air, gasping, but Zuko wouldn’t let you. He chased your lips, sucking your tongue into his mouth with a low growl that sent sparks straight to your core. He placed one hand gently on the back of your head, pushing you closer for another kiss and the kiss grew even more intense. It was wet, needy, and consuming.
His other hand slipped beneath the hem of your dress, sliding up your thigh until his fingers hooked into your panties. He tugged them down your legs in one smooth motion, letting them pool around your ankles before you kicked them aside. Never breaking the kiss, he adjusted you on his lap so you straddled him fully. Your heated core was hovering just above his still-hard cock.
Zuko’s fingers returned between your legs, stroking through your soaked folds slowly. He groaned into your mouth at how wet you were, his thumb circling your swollen clit while two fingers teased your entrance. The pleasure built rapidly under his skilled touch. Your hips rocked helplessly against his hand as the coil of tension tightened inside you.
He kept kissing you through it all with deep, possessive kisses that stole your breath until the pleasure finally crested. You came hard on his fingers with a muffled cry against his lips, your body shaking as waves of intense release crashed over you.
You trembled in the aftershocks of your orgasm, still straddling Zuko’s lap with his fingers glistening from your release. His golden eyes burned with hunger as he withdrew his hand and tasted you. Before, both his hands gripped your hips instead.
“Ride me,” he ordered.
You nodded breathlessly, heart racing as you positioned yourself over his hard cock. Zuko held himself steady while you slowly sank down. The thick head pushed inside you, stretching your soaked walls. You moaned, eyes fluttering as he slowly lowered you further, inch by inch, until your ass finally met his thighs. He was buried to the hilt, filling you completely.
“It’s so much, My Lord—fuck,” you gasped, closing your eyes at the burning stretch. You had never felt so full before. It bordered on too much, like you were being split open around the Fire Lord’s cock.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
You opened your eyes. Zuko stared up at you with half-lidded intensity, his scarred face flushed with pleasure.
“Now bounce.”He said spanking your ass.
You yelped at the sting, but it quickly melted into heat. Zuko’s strong hands gripped your hips firmly as you began to move, slamming yourself down onto his length. The initial sting faded fast, replaced by sharp, electric pleasure that raced through every nerve. You moved faster, legs trembling as you held onto his broad shoulders for support.
Zuko threw his head back against the throne with a low groan, watching the way pleasure twisted your features. Your arousal coated his cock and base with every bounce, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing through the throne room. Each bounce had the head of his cock brush perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you, drawing broken moans from your throat.
A loud knock suddenly sounded on the massive doors. “Fire Lord Zuko,” a councilman’s voice called from the other side. “The council awaits your presence for the trade negotiations.”
You froze mid-bounce while your eyes wide with panic. Zuko spanked you once more in warning.
“Continue,” he growled under his breath, golden eyes locked on yours. You continued bouncing on his cock, trying to stay quiet even as the pleasure built again.
He raised his voice toward the door, perfectly composed despite being buried deep inside you. “Ten minutes. I am… occupied.”
The risk of being heard only made you wetter. Zuko’s hands tightened on your hips, guiding you harder as you rode him. Your eyes rolled back, hips stuttering before you ground down even more desperately.
Zuko’s large hand slid up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure on the sides to make your head spin. You gasped brokenly, your cunt pulsing and squeezing around him as you kept riding.
“That’s it,” he murmured darkly as lips brushing your ear. “Take your Fire Lord like this. Let me feel how badly you need this throne.”
He exhaled deeply, clearly getting close. You let out a choked sob as your second orgasm crashed over you, squeezing impossibly tight around his cock while waves of intense pleasure tore through you. It was the strongest climax you had ever felt.
Zuko slid further down on the throne and fucked up into you through your orgasm, chasing his own release. Your short, desperate moans filled the space between you as you kept bouncing. His cock twitched hard inside you, and with a deep groan as he came. As he spilled deep within you, a burst of fire escaped his parted lips in a controlled, heated exhale that singed the air above the throne.
You both stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. Eventually, Zuko helped you off his lap. You quickly retrieved your discarded underwear, smoothed down your dress, and returned to your easel on shaky legs, trying to look composed as you picked up your brush again.
The doors opened. Two councilmen stepped inside, bowing deeply. “Forgive us for disturbing you, Fire Lord.”
Zuko adjusted his robes calmly, looking every bit the regal ruler once more. “Only one person may disturb the Fire Lord without consequence. Is the matter from the Avatar?”
“No, my lord. It concerns the Earth Kingdom trade routes…”
You kept painting in silence, cheeks burning with feeling yourself leaking between your legs of residue from your Fire Lord, as they spoke. The rest of the session passed in a haze.
Later that night, back in your modest home, you stood before the mirror and slowly undressed. As your robes slipped from your shoulders, you froze in place. There, on your hips, were distinct handprints from where Zuko’s fiery grip had held you. The burn marks of the Fire Lord lingered on your skin like a secret brand. You traced them gently, a shiver running through you as memories of the throne room flooded back.
Credit: Divider by @steviebbboi and picture by @/heidi_marieeee on Threads
𝐸𝒱𝒜𝒩𝐸𝒮𝒞𝐸.ᐟ ❤︎ ft. firelord zuko!
𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ of all the wonders throughout the four nations, only your cool, gentle touch can quell the fire lord’s heat.
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 8k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, husband!firelord!zuko x water-tribe!wife!reader ( blue eyes / brown skin ), canon divergent universe, established relationship, diplomatic marriage, size difference, temperature play, bondage, blindfold play, sense deprivation, edging, handjob, oral ( m!receiving ), reader is very playful ‘n whimsical, cowgirl position, brat taming ( zuzu’s a liiittle mean ), doggystyle, headlock, power play, creampie, slight fire-breathing, small mention breeding kink, use of pet names, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ❥ zuko zuko zuko . . . where do i begin! hubby came back bigger, beefier ‘n sexier than everrr <3 my everlasting crush on him has only grown >.< i just knew i had to eroticize him the very second i saw him cuz LORD! zuzu looks like he could fold you in half, pick it up & put it down in five minutes flat ( a girl can dream . . ) overall, i am ever so grateful for this atla resurgence! art credits here! thank you for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) cold sweat, tinashe ⨾ skin, rihanna ⨾ warmth, janet jackson ⨾ say yes, floetry ⨾ i like, kut klose ⨾ baby come close, MoKenStef ⨾ so fine, mint condition ⨾ prisoner, the weeknd ⨾ afterglow, flores
zuko is a man of flicker and flame, both singed and strengthened by the very element he rules. yet, the smoke in his lungs suddenly feels less like fire and more like the banded curl of molten iron.
poor, poor firelord. he’s usually all heat and motion, but this? oh, this is a drowning. it’s the gush of wet, lashing streams, and the heavy press of glacial frost. he is, for lack of a better word, trapped.
"Sons of sand"
An artwork of mine that blew up on tik tok
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Zutara+Steambabies family photos 🔥🌊
Zutara Month 2021 Day 1: Momtara and Dadko
Yes it’s already ZK month here in my country. I was suppose to do a Fire nation version of this but irl keeps on getting in the way 🥲. Momtara and Dadko is usually my go to zk fics, especially when I am in need of a boost of serotonin. I do plan to draw some of my fav fics that has this prompt, but if you have fic suggestions feel free to tell me about it!
Expect for 5 more entries hopefully I won’t be late in posting it :))
[ID: A digital colored drawing of Zuko and Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender. The first panel shows Zuko and Katara alone at night underneath the glow of the moon, seemingly in a serious conversation. Katara is wearing a red crop top and loose pants as well as gold arm bands. Meanwhile, Zuko is dressed in red robes and a black cape. Katara has her right hand on Zuko's chest. She says, "Wow. Your heart is freaking out." Zuko, with his left hand around her hand on his chest, answers, "Yeah." The second panel shows Katara with hesitation in her eyes. With her eyebrows furrowed, she asks, "Because of me?" The third panel shows Zuko looking at her earnestly.]
Tentatively, she reached out to touch his chest and his heart freaked out worse as her warmth spread through him more effectively.
“Wow,” she chuckled. “Your heart really is freaking out.”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“Because of me?”
He nodded.
to read more check out Unsteady by @cynical_mystic on AO3
Also, Mimi on Instagram or Twitter is one of the artists for this fic too please go and see her work!!
@zkbigbang
Zutara Twitter made me do it
🔞🔞🔞TW: SMUT🔞🔞🔞
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Love Fushiguro
Pairing: SugarDaddy!Toji x SugarBaby!FemReader
Synopsis: You’ve been involved in a sweet situationship with Toji Fushiguro for 3 years. Money and sex are the trade-off for a life of luxury. Over the years, you seem to have blurred the lines between sugaring and wanting a life with Toji.
part 4: You try to pick your life after the Fushiguros destroy it but it’s not that simple. You have to pick your battles and sometimes….you lose
[part 1], [part 2], [part 3]
And of course I had to draw Zutara too
Someone give that boy calming tea
geto and zuko twin moment
Katara has many regrets in life but giving her boy the Jinshi Haircut is not one of them.