︵ ೀ Ruin Me in the Dark smut smut smut. ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ⚠️
Male! Reader x FTM! Zuko x Sokka
The air in the Fire Nation palace is always thick with the scent of charcoal and spice, but in the secluded wing of the Fire Lord’s private quarters, the atmosphere has curdled into something far more primitive. The sliding shoji doors are slightly askew, a sliver of the hallway’s dim light cutting through the incense-heavy darkness of the room. Outside, Sokka had been making his way to the kitchens for a late-night snack, his footsteps light on the polished wood, until a sound caught his ear—a sound so raw and visceral it made his blood turn to ice and then instantly to fire. It wasn't the sound of an assassin or a conspiracy; it was the rhythmic, wet thwack of skin meeting skin, punctuated by a voice he recognized as the Fire Lord’s, though it was stripped of every ounce of royal authority.
Curiosity, always Sokka’s greatest ally and his most dangerous enemy, pulled him toward the gap in the doors. He pressed his back against the wall, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, and peeked through the sliver of space. His breath hitched, his entire body locking up at the sight before him. Zuko—the same man who sat on the dragon throne with cold, calculating precision—was on his hands and knees in the center of the plush red rugs. His back was arched so sharply his spine looked like a bow ready to snap, his head hanging low as his dark hair shielded his face. His ass was thrust high into the air, a pale, muscular invitation that you were currently accepting with a slow, devastating intensity.
Sokka watched, mesmerized and horrified, as you loomed over Zuko’s frame. Your hands were splayed wide, one palm buried in the soft, yielding fat of Zuko’s right ass cheek, your fingers digging in with a possessive strength that left white marks against his flushed skin. Your other hand was pressed flat against the center of his arched spine, feeling the frantic heat of his body as you drove into him. The sound was hypnotic—a heavy, rhythmic squelch-thuck of your cock sliding into Zuko’s soaking, velvet-lined pussy. Every time you bottomed out, the impact made Zuko’s entire body shudder, a low, vibrating moan breaking from his lips.
"Spirits... oh, spirits," Zuko babbled, his voice a ruined, gravelly wreck that Sokka could barely believe belonged to his friend. "It’s too big... it’s so fucking good. I can feel every inch... I can feel you hitting my heart." Zuko’s head thrashed, his forehead pressing into the rugs as he lost himself in the sensation. "Y/N... please, don't stop. I want your cock to break me. I want you to fill me up until I can’t breathe. It’s so thick... so hot... I’m going to cum just from the way you’re stretching me out."
Sokka’s face was a mask of shock, his hand flying to his mouth to stifle a gasp. He should have looked away, should have run for the safety of his own room, but he was rooted to the spot. He could see the way Zuko’s waxed skin glistened with a mixture of sweat and the honeyed nectar of his own arousal, the clear fluid dripping from his center and staining the expensive rugs. The sounds were becoming more frantic—the wet suction of the penetration, the heavy huff of your breathing, and the constant, needy stream of Zuko’s incoherent praise for your size and the way you were ruining him.
Then, the world tilted. As you pulled back for a particularly deep thrust your head tilted up. Your gaze moved past the curve of Zuko’s spine and locked directly onto the sliver of space in the doorway. You saw him. You saw the wide, blue eyes of the Southern Water Tribe warrior, the way his jaw had dropped, and the absolute stillness of his posture.
A smirk, slow and predatory, spread across your face. Instead of stopping, instead of pulling away in shame, you did the opposite. You tightened your grip on Zuko’s ass, your fingers squeezing the plush meat of his cheek as you drove your hips forward with a sudden, violent increase in speed. You kept your eyes locked on Sokka’s, a silent, dominant challenge vibrating in the air. You wanted him to watch. You wanted him to see exactly how you owned the Fire Lord.
Zuko felt the change in your rhythm and let out a deafening, high-pitched cry that echoed through the room. "Yes! Just like that! Fuck me! Fuck me just like that!" He had no idea they had an audience; he was drowning in the heat you were providing, his internal walls clamping down on your shaft in a series of frantic spasms. The wet smack of your pelvic bone hitting his rear became a deafening sound in Sokka’s ears.
Sokka felt his own knees go weak, the raw, uninhibited power of the scene before him bypassing his brain and going straight to his cock. He watched as you continued to fuck Zuko senseless, your eyes never leaving his, forcing him to be a witness to the total surrender of the most powerful man in the world. The air in the hallway felt like it was vibrating, the scent of their shared hunger reaching out to claim him, leaving him trembling in the dark as you finished what you started with a brutal, beautiful finality.
As you step out from Zuko’s private chambers, the cool draft of the hallway feels like a physical relief against your sweat-slicked skin. You take a moment to adjust the collar of your silk robes, the phantom sensation of Zuko’s muscles still humming in your fingertips. You knew the Southern Water Tribe warrior wouldn't have made it far. Sokka has many talents—tactics, boomerang precision, and an appetite that could rival Appa's—but stealth in the face of absolute shock has never been one of them.
You find him just around the corner, leaning heavily against a red lacquered pillar. He looks like he’s trying to remember how to breathe, his face a vivid shade of crimson that rivals the Fire Nation banners hanging from the ceiling. His blue eyes are wide, unfocused, and darting frantically toward the shadows. He jumps nearly a foot in the air when you lean casually against the opposite wall, a predatory, knowing smirk playing on your lips.
"So," you drawl, the low vibration of your voice cutting through the silence of the corridor like a blade. "Did you enjoy the show, Sokka? Or was the lighting in there a bit too dim for your tactical analysis?"
Sokka’s head snaps toward you, his hands flying up in a series of frantic, defensive gestures. "I—you—it’s not—!" He sputters, his voice cracking in a way that would be hilarious if the tension between you wasn't so thick you could carve it with a kukri. "I wasn't spying! I was going to the kitchens! For sea-prunes! Or... or fire-flakes! I just took a wrong turn, okay? The palace is a maze! A giant, red, confusing maze of people doing... things! Very loud things!"
You push off the wall, closing the distance between you with a slow, deliberate stride that makes his rambling die in his throat. Sokka’s back hits the pillar, his breath hitching as you crowd into his personal space. You can smell the salt and sea-breeze scent that always clings to him, now mixed with the sharp, electric tang of a man who has been thoroughly overstimulated.
"It’s not like that, I swear," he continues, though his voice has dropped to a desperate whisper. "I didn't mean to find the two of you in such a... a compromising... I mean, Zuko is the Fire Lord!—"
You silence him by reaching out, your hand sliding down the front of his Water Tribe trousers. Sokka’s entire body goes rigid, his eyes nearly popping out of his head as your fingers cup the undeniable, heavy bulge straining against the blue fabric. He lets out a sharp, choked noise—half-gasp, half-whimper—as your thumb traces the throbbing length of him. He’s rock hard, his body betraying every frantic denial that just poured out of his mouth.
"You're rambling, Sokka," you murmur, leaning in until your lips are brushing the shell of his ear. You can feel the frantic thud of his heart through his chest, a wild, syncopated rhythm that matches the pulse beneath your palm. "And your body is telling a much more honest story than your mouth is."
Sokka’s hands come up to rest on your shoulders, but he doesn't push you away. Instead, his fingers dig into the silk of your robes, his knuckles turning white as he fights the urge to lean into the friction. He looks down at you, his pupils blown out until his blue irises are just thin rings of color. The cocky, joke-cracking strategist is gone, replaced by a man who has been watching from the shadows for far too long.
"I... I shouldn't," he breaths, his voice a ruined wreck of its usual confidence. "Aang is in the next wing, and Katara would... she'd kill us both. This is crazy."
You squeeze him, your grip possessive and unyielding, making him arch his back against the pillar with a low moan that he can't quite stifle. The sound echoes through the hallway, raw and needy. You look him dead in the eye, the same way you did through the crack in the door, making sure he knows exactly who is in control of this particular battlefield.
"Diplomacy is about finding common ground, isn't it?" you ask, your smirk softening into something darker, something more inviting. "Zuko is still in there. He’s unraveled, he’s wet, and he’s probably waiting for more. And I think you’ve seen enough to know exactly what you’ve been missing out on."
You move your hand, a slow, dragging slide that makes Sokka’s knees buckle. He lets out a shattered, high-pitched sob of a moan, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder as he finally stops fighting the gravity of the situation. The air in the hallway feels like it’s vibrating, the weight of years of friendship and shared battles finally collapsing under the heat of a single, carnal question.
"You wanna join?"
Sokka doesn't answer with words. He grabs the front of your robes and pulls you into a desperate, messy kiss that tastes like salt and hunger. He’s shaking, his body finally surrendering to the fire you’ve ignited, and as you lead him back toward the slightly ajar shoji doors, you know the Fire Nation palace is about to witness a very different kind of conquest.
The incense in the Fire Lord’s chamber has long since been overwhelmed by the heavy, humid scent of copper, musk, and the salt-spray tang of the South Pole. The room is a haze of crimson and gold, illuminated by the low, flickering heartbeat of the hearth, but the real heat is centered on the massive silk-laden bed where the world’s most powerful leaders have been reduced to creatures of pure, uninhibited instinct. Zuko is splayed back, his dark hair a tangled mess across the embroidery, his golden eyes blown out until they are nothing but dark voids of need. He is pinned beneath Sokka, whose broad, tanned shoulders are slick with sweat, his muscles corded like the ropes of a warship as he tries to navigate the overwhelming reality of his first time inside the Fire Lord.
You stand directly behind Sokka, a steadying anchor in the storm of their shared lust. Your hands roam upward, your palms dragging across the heated skin of Sokka’s ribs before your fingers find his nipples. You pinch them sharply, drawing a jagged hiss from Sokka’s throat that vibrates through his entire frame. He’s trembling, his massive cock buried deep within Zuko’s velvet-lined heat, the sheer girth of him stretching Zuko’s internal walls to a point that makes the Fire Lord let out a continuous, high-pitched whimpering sound.
"Easy, Sokka," you murmur, your voice a low, grounding rumble against the back of his neck. "Don't just rush it. Feel how he’s clamping down on you."
You slide your hands down, your palms flat against the front of Sokka’s navel, your fingers spreading wide as you take control of his momentum. You guide his hips, pulling him back until he’s almost withdrawn and then driving him forward with a slow, devastatingly deep surge. The sound is visceral—a wet, heavy squelch as Zuko’s pussy, already drenched in his own honeyed nectar and your lingering heat, takes Sokka’s full length. The air in the room is filled with the rhythmic, messy sound of their coupling; the fleshy smack of Sokka’s thighs hitting Zuko’s rear and the liquid slop of the friction churned into a frothy lather between them.
"Spirits... oh, Agni..." Zuko babbles, his head thrashing against the pillows. His voice is a ruined wreck, a series of breathless, incoherent stammers. "Sokka... you're so big... you're splitting me in half. Please... keep doing that- ahn! Yes, right there!"
Sokka lets out a shattered, breathy laugh that’s more of a moan, his forehead dropping onto Zuko’s shoulder as he gives in to your guidance. "I didn't... I didn't know he could sound like that," Sokka gasps, his hips bucking under your hands. "He's so tight... it's like he’s trying to swallow me whole."
"He is," you say, your smirk hidden against Sokka’s shoulder. "Now, give him what he’s begging for."
As Sokka finds a more confident, mean rhythm, his pace becoming a blur of tan skin, you reach around his side. Your fingers find their way to the center of Zuko’s surrender, sliding through the slick, hot overflow to find his engorged clit. It’s hard and pulsing, a tiny, hyper-sensitive knot of fire that makes Zuko’s entire body go rigid the moment you come into contact with it. You begin to circle it with a rhythmic, mechanical precision, your thumb pressing down with just enough force to make Zuko’s vision flash.
The reaction is instantaneous. Zuko’s back arches off the bed, his toes curling into the silk as a deafening, echoing cry breaks from his lips. “Nnn-ghh! Haa... fuck! Yes, right there!” The combination of Sokka’s internal pounding and your external torment is too much for him to handle. He is a mess of pure sensation, his walls pulsing around Sokka’s cock in a series of frantic spasms that make Sokka moan in triumph.
The sounds in the room become filthy and uninhibited. You can hear the wet schlick of your fingers against Zuko’s clit, and the constant, ruined stream of Zuko’s babbling. He’s telling Sokka how good it feels, how thick he is, how he wants the Water Tribe warrior to claim every inch of him. Sokka is answering with guttural, animalistic noises, his breathing coming in shallow, ragged stabs as he nears the threshold of his control.
"That's it, Sokka. Look at him," you command, your hands tightening on his waist as you force him to maintain the depth of his thrusts. "See what you're doing to him. He’s yours. Every moan, every drop of sweat—it’s all for you."
Sokka looks down, his blue eyes blown out and dark with a fierce, starving adoration as he watches Zuko unravel beneath him. The Fire Lord’s face is flushed, his lips swollen from your previous kisses, his gaze unfocused as he drowns in the dual-assault of his lovers. The friction reaches a fever pitch, the thick, dragging heat of their connection winding the tension in the room into a tight, screaming wire.
With one final, devastatingly deep thrust that bottoms out against Zuko’s cervix and a frantic, high-speed rhythm from your thumb, they both snap. Zuko lets out a soul-shattering cry of surrender, his entire body seizing as a massive, earth-shattering orgasm rips through his core. He spills himself over the furs in a violent, liquid rush just as Sokka delivers a massive creampie deep into his womb. Sokka collapses onto Zuko’s chest, his heart thudding in a frantic, wild rhythm that matches the Fire Lord’s, while you stay behind them, your hands still resting on Sokka’s hips, the three of you finally finding a different kind of balance in the ruins of the night.
These will be FTM (female to Male) and MTF (male to female), and genderfluid fics.
when i'm set alight By killproof (AO3 ,T, 5685 w, FTM Zuko, Bi sokka, Coming out)
“I’m going to go practice some firebending forms,” Zuko says stiffly, running a hand through the tangles in his hair. “Tell Aang to join me if he wants to once he wakes up.” Gold eyes dart up to where Aang had strung up a makeshift hammock and was still sleeping soundly, snoring like a buffalo yak.
“Alright,” Sokka says, watching as he walks out without another word, evidently having reverted back into his usual brooding self. “Have fun!” He calls after Zuko loudly, which he means to be sarcastic, but comes out painfully, embarrassingly sincere. His face burns, and as soon as Zuko passes out of sight into the the temple, Katara turns to him, leveling him with a Look.
“You like him.” She says, and it’s not a question.
two feathers of a flower by ymnkn (AO3, T, 21118 w, FTM Zuko, MTF Sokka, coming out, Identity Porn)
“What do you want?”
“I want to be a girl.”
Sunshine and Sidewalk Cracks By Caledfwlch (AO3, T, 22349w, FTM Zuko, gender fluid Sokka, angst, kidfic, modern AU)
Zuko is growing up all wrong. Sokka seems just right.
*main focus is them growing up and accepting themselves and each other*
While We're Young By MarvelKitten42 (AO3, T, 3282w, FTM Zuko, pregnant Zuko, modern AU with powers, unplanned pregnancy)
“Sokka,” Zuko sighed in that dangerously low, quiet tone of voice that told Sokka he would be in really big trouble if he didn’t shut up now. Considering his boyfriend could breathe fire when he wanted to, Sokka decided it was better to back off.
Too bad his brain didn't fully connect that to his mouth.
“I’m sorry - I’m sorry,” he quickly said, raising his hands in surrender. “I’m just… You know how I get when weird shit happens that I’m not prepared for. And this is like the holy grail of weird-shit-I’m-not-prepared-for.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry you were unprepared for this. What? You didn’t get the ‘what to do if you knock up your trans boyfriend’ slideshow in your health-ed class?” Zuko snarked humorlessly.
“Wait - No - No, that’s not -” Sokka groaned, leaning heavily against the wall between the tub and where Zuko sat on the closed toilet seat. His head hit the wall with a ‘thump’ as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring resolutely up at the ceiling. “You know that’s not what I meant,” he grumbled.
*author expressed a possibility for there to be more parts added to make this a series*
the thing about dancing By anodymalion (AO3, T, 9713, post canon, FTM sokka, angst)
The first time a attendant spills Zuko’s tea and doesn’t immediately fall to her knees, begging the Fire Lord’s forgiveness, it is not anger but a resounding warmth that fills his chest.
*This mostly deals with the after affects of the war on zuko and a side of zukka*
May I please request passionate Zukaang kissing. Your designs for them are so handsome 🥹
there you go anon! i was doodling stuff for my knight au so you get knight zuko kissing aang after something dangerous that happened 👀.
This is the last free request that im gonna take for a while since my commissions are open. If you're interested, my kofi is in the bio!
edit: the requests are open again bc im bored as hell and if i dont distract myself from the heat i will go insane. Strawpage in my bio or if you prefer, use the ask thingy!
