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Legend of Korra: Book of pleasure

Hey all i am a huge fanfic writer and i recently started my legend of korra smut fic. i though it would be great to share with you all my first chapter and get some honest feed back. please leave a like and a review with some constructive criticism. if you like the story follow me on fanfic.net for more chapters. here is the link:https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14219670/1/The-Legend-Of-Korra-Book-Of-Pleasure

Book One:

Pleasure

Chapter One:

Mako Gets What he deserves.

Korra sighed as she looked out of her window, she slumped on one of her arms as she leant against the windows ledge. She watched as air ships lazily hovered over Republic city, each one going in their own circles like vultures over a corps. She turned away from the city to look down to the temple courtyard to see Tenzin’s kids. Ikki was going over her combat forms, if her walking in a circle was any indication. Jinora was sat under a peach tree reading a scroll, no doubt studying the never-ending culture of the air nomads. Meelo was putting his flying lima through its paces. Making it roll over and sit in constant patterns, only stopping to chuck it a berry now and then for its efforts.

“Well looks like everything is back to normal at the air temple” She slowly left the windows ledge and headed out of her room. She walked down the halls of the air temple, passing by old scriptures that hung from the wall. Each one depicting nomads of old doings bending forms, meditating, and flying in the sky. She made it to the end of the hallway and entered the family dining room. As she walked in, she could see Pema setting the table. She moved carefully as to not wake up Rohan who was tied snugly to her chest.

She looked up and smiled as Korra Stepped fully into the room. “Oh, hello Korra, I was just about to prepare dinner. Will you be joining us” Korra Nervously scratched the back of her and shook her head. “Sorry Pema I was actually just about to head out and see if Mako or Bowlin wanted to train for the next pro bending season”. Pema continued to smile and began to stroke Rohan’s head. “It’s ok Korra don’t worry. Am sure Tenzin wont mind you spending time with your friends. Just don’t be out too late” Korra bowed and headed straight for the courtyard entrance. “Thanks Pema and don’t worry I am sure we wont practice too late” Just as Korra left Pema walked round the table and shouted after her. “Make sure you eat something ok” Korra turned round as she was walking down the steps into the courtyard and waved back at Pema “Don’t worry I will”.

She got the bottom of the steps and proceeded to head to the island’s pier. As she was walking to the pier Tenzin’s kids quickly air scootered over to her and blocked her path. Ikki jumped off her air ball and smiled up at Korra. “Hey, Korra, where are you going. Are you not going to stay for dinner” Korra Smiled and she looked down at the three young air benders. “Sorry guys but I gotta head out and find the guys. I am hoping we can get a head start on some pro bending practice” All the kids looked to each other before looking back at Korra in confusion. “Erm Korra I though you guys weren’t a team anymore”,

Korra frowned and put her hands on her hips. “What do you guys mean. Of course we are a team, the fire ferrets remember”. Meelo began picking his nose with his little finger and looked at Korra Blankly. “Yea but we though with Mako being a Detective and Bolin being a mover star you guys wouldn’t be doing that anymore” Jinora then smiled and got on her tipi toes. “Yeah, and you guys didn’t compete last season so we though pro bending wasn’t in the cards for you guys anymore”.

Korra feeling a little dejected looked past the kids to republic city and gave a weak smile. “yeah, but I though after the whole Unalaq thing and saving the world we would get back into it. I aint gonna lie guys I am pretty bored. There isn’t much to do for the avatar after saving the world you know” The kids looked at each other again before shrugging their shoulders and stepped aside, letting Korra pass so she could get to the pier.

Korra finally reached the piers edge and quickly formed a surfboard made of ice. She hopped on and began moving towards republic city. After a while she finally made it to the island and used a small tornado to propel her up onto the island’s pier. She began to make her way towards the apartment that Bolin and Mako moved into recently. Luckily it wasn’t to far from the pro bending stadium. Korra enjoying walking through the busy streets of republic city. The sounds of people selling their wares on the streets, the smell of car fumes thick in the air. It was an attack on the senses and was a nice change from the boredom of temple island.

She quickly found the apartment building that housed the brothers that she was looking for. The apartment while not luxurious was indeed a step up from the stadium that they used to stay in. The Yellow outer walls looked freshly painted and the tiled roof was complete. The windows where gleaming as if freshly cleaned and the wooden door was solid oak and didn’t have any dents or scratches on it.

She ran across the street to get the building, doing her best to bob and weave in-between passing cars. Some giving her the occasional honk of the horn in annoyance. She finally made it to the oak door and stepped in. Korra began to climb the steps that lead to the boy’s apartment. She finally got to the top floor and found the boys apartment number, sixty-nine.

She wrapped her knuckles on the wooden door and quickly put her hands behind her back. She waited for a couple seconds and knocked on the door again. “Mako, Bolin you guys in there. It’s me Korra”. She heard some mumbling behind the door and then heard a chain latch slide across the door, a metallic twist of a lock and then the door began to slowly open.

When the door was fully open, she was greeted by the site of Mako In his republic city police uniform. She smiled and looked him up and down. “Damn he looks good in uniform” She thought. Her thoughts where interrupted when Mako Stood at attention and saluted her. “Avatar Korra, what do I owe the pleasure” She raised an eyebrow at his behaviour before smiling again “Mako just because we aren’t dating anymore doesn’t mean you have to be so formal”.

Mako slumped slightly and rubbed his left arm “Y-yeah I know its just a bit awkward you know” she laughed and put her hands on her hip. “Don’t worry about it Mako, I know its awkward but where still team avatar” She watched as he grinned and nodded his head “Yeah, your right sorry. So what brings you by” Korra Looked over his shoulder into the apartment and only found furniture. A Green couch with a simple wooden coffee table, its surface littered with paperwork.

“Is Bolin here I though we could head over the gym and start practicing for next season of pro bending. I think we got a shot to win it this season” Korra’s Smile slowly began to fade when Mako didn’t say anything. He looked upset and his eyes where cast to the floor. “What up Mako is Bolin ok”

Mako sighed and looked back to Korra “Yeah Bolin is fine, more than fine actually. He is just busy making his movers, I don’t think he is going to have time for pro bending” Korra’s arms fell at her side frowned “Oh ok I get it, well that doesn’t mean you and I can’t find a team mate to replace him for the season w-

“Korra I am sorry, but I am busy too. I’m a detective working under Beifong now and I have a lot of cases to work through. I won’t be able to a pro bender anymore” Korra couldn’t believe what she was hearing, after all this time these guys where just giving up. She narrowed her eyes at Mako and practically growled her next words “So that’s it, you guys get jobs, get comfortable and then just give up. i though pro bending was everything to you guys”

“Wake up Korra, pro bending was just a pipe dream, and it was good while it lasted but me and Bowlin are finally in a good place. He is making great money doing his movers and I am actually making a difference as a detective. All our lives we have struggled and now we are doing great. We can’t give that up just to play pro bending. Am sorry”.

Korra stepped back and fumed “Fine you guys leave the team and live boring lives. I’m gonna find new teammates and where gonna win this season”. She stomped away from the apartment’s entrance and practically jumped down the stairs. As she got to the lobby, she slammed through the door into the busy streets of republic city. She sprinted through the cars and people on the street, eager to get to the pro bending stadium.

When she finally got there, she stopped and lent down and rested her hands on her knees. She huffed and looked up the golden stadium, a lone tear slid down her left eye as Makos words rang in her head.

“Watch out”

She looked to her left to see a nice black car heading her way. It was too late however as the car bumped into her, the force not to great so it only pushed her back a little. She lied flat on her back on the cobbled floor and groaned in pain. She was looking up at the sky in a daze. She could hear someone open and shut a car door and then the clatter of heels on the floor. She closed her eyes briefly and then reopened them to see the pale face of Asami.

“Korra, Korra can you hear me” She felt small slaps on her face, and she fully opened her eyes to the concerned face of Asami. “A-Asami is that you” Asami slowly pulled her up onto her feet and began to dust her off. “Yeah it’s me Korra, damn I can’t believe I ran someone over again” Korra stepped back and looked at Asami in shock “Wait again, you have done this before”

Asami laughed and put her hand on her hip “Well I kinda ran Mako over with my motorbike, I guess I need to run over Bolin now so all of team avatar can say they have been hit by a Sato vehicle”. Asami continued to laugh but quickly stopped when she saw Korra was looking upset. “Hey Korra, am sorry I didn’t mean it, I wont really run Bowlin over”. Korra shook her head and sighed “No its not that, its just you said team avatar and honestly I don’t think where a team anymore”.

Asami watched as Korra slumped her shoulder and began to walk to the piers edge. Most probably heading back to air temple island. “Korra I don’t fully get what’s going but why don’t we talk it over some drinks. You know kinda like a girl’s night, no guys and no animals, just us girls”.

Korra smiled slightly and nodded her head. “You know what Asami, that actually sounds great, did you have any place in mind”. Asami grinned and headed over to her car. “I sure do, hop in I will take you to one of the most swinging places in republic city” Korra jogged over to her car and hopped in the passenger seat. When Asami started the engine Korra lent against the car door and looked over at her. “Do you mind if we stop off at air temple island. I left my purse in my room”.

Asamin began to drive into the city when she turned to Korra “Oh no drinks are on me, it’s the least I could do after hitting you with my car” Korra smiled and looked ahead. “Oh, ok thanks, I hope this place has food too. I kinda skipped dinner with Tenzin to come here today”. Asami began to speed the car up and was now fully in the thick of the busy city. “Don’t worry Korra this pace has some good food too”.

After about twenty minutes of driving Asami finally parked up outside of a bar in the upper district. Korra got out and stepped onto the sidewalk, she looked up to the sign that hung over the bar’s door. It was a neon lit sign in the shape of a woman lying on her stomach. She was bending water into ice cubes and kicking her legs up and down. The redness of the lights where she was blowing a kiss was eye catching, what caught Korra’s eyes even more was that the lady was half naked. She looked to Asami who was making her way round the car.

“Eh Asami what is this place” Asami stood next to Korra and looked up at the sign above them. “This place is called the “Sexy Bender” it’s pretty famous, come on let’s get you something to eat”. Korra followed Asami into the club’s entrance and was immediately hit with the vibrations of the loud music. As they passed the through the hall they reached a curtain wall, Asami held open one of the curtains and gestured for Korra to go first. Korra nervously ducked through the curtain and was met with a sight she had never seen before.

She looked across what she assumed was the dance floor. The wooden varnished floor was alite, reflecting various colours from the lights that hung from the ceiling. The Dance floors occupants doing various dancers and moving widely to the quick pace jazz music that came from the live band on the stage. She watched as Asami walked past her to the dark oak bar to the left side of the club. She quickly followed and stood next to her as Asami called a bar tender over.

A smartly dressed bar tender with a pencil moustache made his way over and lent on the bar. “What can I get you fine ladies” Asami flicked her hair to the side and put a hand on the bar “I will have a sherry shaker please, Korra what do you want”. Korra wasn’t really sure what to have, she only ever drank on occasion and only knew of one drink. “Erm do you guys serve tundra malt here” The bar tenders eyebrow rose slightly before nodding “Ah the hard stuff aye, sure thing tutts”.

The bar tender quickly began making their drink, he poured various liquids into a metal container and began to shake it up with his left hand. While he was doing that, he began to water bend with his right hand, forcing water from a bottle to turn into ice and he gently put it into a marti glass. He poured the containers liquid over the ice in the glass and the girls where surprised to see a blue liquid come out. When that drink was done, he grabbed a pint glass and went over to various taps that where on the bars counter. He put the glass under the tap and quickly pulled the lever, releasing a brown drink that began to fill the glass. He slapped that down on the counter and looked to the two ladies “One sherry shaker and a pint of tundra malt. Can I get you anything else”.

Asami pulled out forty yuan and put it on the counter. “Can we get a sharing platter to our table too please, keep the change”. The man quickly took the money and bowed. “Sure thing miss, I will get that over to you right away” Asami grabbed the drinks and began to lead Korra over to the table area across the dance floor. as they found a table they sat down and Asami slid Korra’s drink over to her.

“So, whats going on Korra, you seem down. Is someone trying to destroy the world again” Korra looked to her pint and began to take small sips of it. After her thirst was quenched, she looked to Asami and sighed. She began to tell Asami about her fight with Mako and her feelings in regard to how everything was changing when it came to team avatar. During there talk the food had arrived, Korra began to tuck into the garlic bread and chicken bites, taking short breaks to go more in depth with how she is feeling. Asami just silently sipped her drink and would occasionally pick at the chips that was on the food platter.

When Korra was done explaining the situation, they had finished their drinks and the food was almost gone. Asami waved at the bar tender and pointed at her empty glasses. Signalling him for a fresh round of drink. “Yeah, I am not gonna lie Korra that doesn’t sound good. However, I don’t think Mako is totally in the wrong.” Korra finished the last of her drink and looked at Asami in confusion. “Wait your taking his side on this”.

Asami held up her hand in defence and shook her head. “No, don’t get me wrong I think he has handled this situation all wrong, but I don’t think he is wrong in focusing on his career. I mean him and Bolin have had a tough upbringing, their parents died when they were young. They lived on the streets and then had to help save the world … twice. You can’t blame them for reaping the rewards and taking things easy”.

When Asami was done fresh drinks arrived at the table and Korra Quickly grabbed hers and began to drink it. She slammed the half-filled glass on the table and pouted. “I guess you’re right, I mean I am just so used to doing something or always being on the move. I miss team avatar being a team I guess and I kinda took it out on Mako”.

Asami laughed and took a sip of her drink and looked at Korra with narrowed eyes. “Oh, you mean the good old days when Mako was going from me to you. Then you me” Korra nervously laughed and shook her head. “You know what I mean Asami, I guess I just have to find something to do unless the worlds in danger again” Asami held up ger drink and smiled. “Well you can always hang out with me, running a company surprisingly gives me a lot of free time”

Korra Smiled and held up her own glass and pinged it off Asami’s. “Sounds good to me, us girls got to stick together. To girls’ night”. Asami smiled and downed her drink. “To girls’ night” The night continued with them ordering more drink, even getting up to have a dance or two. After about an hour of dancing they headed back to their table and slumped into there chairs. Korra looked at Asami with a flushed face ad giggled. “I don’t know what it is, but that music just wants to make you move like a crazy person”. Asami laughed and looked at Korra with droopy eyes. “Yeah, I told you this place was great. You know Korra I am glad we are still friends, even after all that has happened”.

Korra Closed her eyes and nodded. “Yeah its been crazy, you know saving the world. Going to the spirit realm and fighting equalists, its nice to relax”. Asami looked at Korra and grinned “I meant after all this stuff with Mako, he was messing about with both of us and I am just surprised you don’t hate me” Korra sat up straight and frowned “Hey I don’t hate you, it’s not our fault Mako couldn’t make up his mind. He was stupid enough to lose both of us”.

Asami smiled and drank he drink. “yeah your right, to be honest I am not surprised he had feelings for you when we where dating”. “What makes you say that” Asami sighed and looked at Korra “I mean you’re the avatar, your strong and kind. Plus, your beautiful, you have lovely olive skin, and you got a great figure… Not to mention you got a fat ass” Korra Nealy spat her drink out when she heard the last part. Korra looked at Asami in shock, but Asami wasn’t done “Don’t play stupid Korra you know you got a plump ass, even I couldn’t help but look when you would ride Nilah”

Korra was red in the face; she didn’t really know how to respond to that. “I mean you’re not wrong, I do struggle to get my pants over it but I aint got nothing on you. I mean you have that pale skin that’s to die for, it goes great with your wavey black hair. Also, you got some serious knockers on you” Now it was Asami’s turn to spit out her drink. “W-what”. “Oh, come on Asami you said I got a fat ass well you got big tits; I am kinda not surprised Mako struggles to choose one of us” They both laughed and finished their drinks Asami placed her glass on the table and smiled. “Oh yeah poor Mako having to choose between two stunning girls. Well, his loss right, I doubt he even cares or thinks about that”.

Korra looked to the dance floor and watched as a couple on the dance floor began to touch each other, there hand movements hard to see in the thick of the crowed. She looked back to Asami who now had a downcast look on her face. “You know your probably right, but I think I have an idea to show him just how much he missed out on” Asami, leaned forward and looked Korra in the eyes “What did you have in mind” Korra gave her a devilish grin and leaned into whisper in her ear. Each word Korra Spoke Asami’s eyes grew bigger, when Korra stopped, she looked at her with an impish grin. “Count me in”

Mako

He walked the streets of republic city; he was thankful however that it was one in the morning, so the streets were now barren. He thanked the spirits that his shift had ended, and he could finally head home and get to bed. He walked into a side street and stopped when he heard a can roll on the floor. He -quickly looked behind him. Nothing was there but he narrowed his eyes in suspicion “Hello, who’s there. Show yourself”. He walked over to the can and looked out of the side street. He shrugged his shoulder and went to walk back to his apartment. As he was about to take his first step, he felt a hand grab his shoulder. He was to grab the hand that grabbed him but was quickly stopped when electricity shot through his body. He didn’t have time to scream as he was falling to ground unconscious. His vision began to fade, the last thing he heard before falling to darkness was “Tie him up we got to get moving”.

He slowly began to wake up after being out for a while, he grunted when he felt the stiffness of his shoulder. He tried to move but he found he couldn’t, his arms and legs where not moving but he could feel them wriggle. “Oh, looks like he is waking up, you ready” He slowly began to open his eyes when he heard the voice. “Korra is that you”. He couldn’t full open his eyes, so his vision was slightly blurred. He was in a bright room that much he could tell. He could see two shadowy figures standing in front of him, he looked up to see his hands bound to wall with a slab of earth. He looked down to see his feet morphed to the wall he was up against, and he came to the conclusion that he was tied and bound to the wall by a earth bender.

“Mako hey Mako wake up” Is that Asami, he though. He quickly blinked to clear his blurred vision to get a better view of the people in front of him. When his vision blur was gone, he was greeted to a sight he would not forget until he died. Standing in front of him was Korra and Asami, both of them with stupid grins on their faces. He looked down to see them both wearing nothing but their underwear. Korra was wearing white chest wrapping that ran across her chest, holding up her C-Cup breasts. The wrapping was barely covering her nipples and her breasts threatened to spill out of the binding. Her crotch was covered with a pure white rope style thong. It was a perfect contrast to her olive skin.

He looked to her left to see Asami wearing a black lacey bra, it wasn’t padded by any means and struggled under the weight of Asami’s doubles Ds. The centre of each cup hand an embroidered red rose on it, covering up her nipples. Around her slender waist was the lace of an all-black thong, the thin line standing out in the paleness of Asami’s skin. “G-guys what the fuck is going on” Korra Stepped forward, her breasts bouncing slightly as she walked. “Oh nothing, me and Asami got to talking over drink and we realised something”.

Asami strode forward shaking her hips and grinned “We realised you don’t know what you lost. You messed us both about and you lost us both and you don’t seem to care. Well tonight your gonna realise just what you missed out on”. Korra Walked behind Asami and quickly unclasped her bra, causing it to fall to the ground. Asami’s tits jiggled slightly after being released and now Moka could see her bright pink nipples. The small nipples stood at attention, indication Asami’s arousal. “You see Mako you could have done what ever you wanted with these girls”. Korra then reached from behind Asami and used both hands to lift Asami’s tits up slightly. Mako watched with wide eyes as Asami’s face flushed red. She quickly grabbed Korra’s face and began to kiss her deeply.

Mako began to struggle against his earth restraint but was interrupted by Asami. “Oh, you’re not getting free Mako, not until you see Korra’s ass”. Mako snapped his attention back to the girls. Korra was now facing away from him, he back side now facing him. Her white thong was completely enveloped by Korra’s phat ass cheeks. Asami knelt down and stroked her left cheek. She gave him a evil grin before she began to tug at Korra’s thong. Korra bent over and placed her hands on the bend, giving Mako a full view of her ass. “I don’t think your ready for this Mako, I am excited to see this, are you”?

Asami slowly began to pull on Korra’s thong, slowly but surely Korra’s thong was around her ankles, and she eagerly stepped out of it. “Look guys I get it just ple-. He was interrupted. When a slab of earth slide across his mouth, causing his words to become muffled. One of Korra’s hands were stretched out and she wiggled a finger at him “Ah, ah, ah, you don’t get to talk. Your gonna watch and realise what you missed out on”.

Asami slapped Korra’s left cheek causing a ripple effect across her whole ass. Korra moaned slightly at the contact and grinned at Mako. “You see Mako she is so wild, if only she had someone to put her in her place. No be a good boy and watch this”. Asami then proceeded to use both of her hands to spread Korra’s cheek’s, completely exposing all of Korra. Makos eyes nearly shot out of his head as he got an eye full of Korra. Her pussy was like the northern lights, open and glistening with wetness that caught the light of the room. Her asshole smooth and twitched with excitement. Asami let go of the cheeks and with a clap they closed giving Mako a break.

Asami then slid out of her own thong and stood in front of Mako. Her smooth-shaven pussy was now in full view. Mako could see the pinkness of her sex organ and his mouth began to water. Asami smiled before she lied down on the bed. “Come on Korra I want to see if what they say about water tribe pussy is true” Korra stood up and quickly ripped off her chest binding, causing her tits to swing free. Mako breathed in when he seen her plump brown nipples. This was killing him; he began to wraith and wiggle against his restraints but Korra Interrupted him.

“What’s the matter Mako, don’t you like the view, am sure you wouldn’t mind watching Asami taste some avatar pussy” He watched as Korra straddles Asami’s face. She sat up straight immediately as she felt Asami’s tongue enter her pussy. She watched as Korra moaned and squealed in pleasure. She began to rub her nipples and grind on Asami’s face, he looked to Asami’s to see her face completely enveloped in Korra’s ass. Her tongue working overtime on her pussy and her nose was wedged between her plump cheeks. She briefly stopped and looked to her side to see Korra pleasing her own nipples. “Korra don’t be so selfish, get down and lick my clit would you” Korra lent down, and her belly was now touching Asamis, before she began, she shot Mako an impish grin and wiggled her ass cheeks. Causing Asami to splutter and take in a sharp breath of air. Then she slowly stuck out her tongue and ran it across Asami’s clit.

Asami’s breath hitched as she felt Korra get to work. She took a break and lent her head back, finally enjoying some pleasure. Feeling her pussy get eaten whilst looking at Korra’s ass and pussy stirred something primal in her. “You know Mako there’s only one thing better than having Korra’s fat ass suffocate you, and that’s looking at it while she goes down on you”.

Mako watched as Korra ate Asami’s pussy with vigour. Asami then slapped Korra’s ass really hard causing her to stop and squeal. “Ok Korra I think its time to get to the main event”. Korra eagerly hopped off Asami and stood near the bed. Now that she was stood up Mako could see her in full, her slender but firm belly was glistening in sweat. Her legs wobbled a bit, and she ran a hand over the small landing strip of her hair above her pussy. “I hope your ready Mako I don’t think you’re ready for this” Mako watched as Asami bent over and looked for something under the bed. He couldnt see wat she was getting as his eyes where glued to her exposed pussy and ass hole.

When she stood up, she revealed what she had, and his eyes widened in panic. Asami held a black object in her hand, it was made from a firm rubber material and shined with the light. It was shaped like an L and Asami held it eagerly. “Do you know what this is Mako, it’s an object made in this city so a city boy like you should know”. He watched as Asami walked over to Korra and held the object Infront of her face. “Korra spit on this small part here” Korra did as she was told and spat on the smaller part of the L shaped object. Asami began to rub the item up and down as she walked Infront of Mako. He watched as she squatted slightly and then proceeded to move the object near her pussy. She positioned the smaller wet part at her pussies entranced and with a grunt of pleasure slid it in. Korra instinctively began to rub her pussy as she watched Asami slide the object inside of her. Once it was fully in Asami stood up straight and looked at Mako. “You see Mako while this little end is inside of me the bigger part sticks out like I have a cock. Now I have a question for Mako, where do you think this end is going”.

Mako gulped and looked around franticly, was, was this really happening. “That right Mako, I’m gonna fuck Korra with this fake cock. And your gonna watch it all until we both cum” Asami then walked back over to Korra and put her hand on top of her head. “Why don’t you lube this cock up Korra, I wouldn’t want to put it in dry and rip that pussy out of you” Korra was shocked, Asami had agreed to her plan to teach Mako a lesson, but she seemed to be fully invested now. This entire time she had noticed Asami had taken this to the next level and was now taking the lead. “S-sure thing, Mistress”

As she squated down and got eye level with the strapless strapon she heard Asami laugh “You hear that Mako, I am Korra’s master now. Just think if you had kept her, she would have been sucking your cock and calling you Mister” She grabbed Korra’s head and thrust the fake cock in her mouth. The room was soon filled with the sound of Korra’s throat gargling on Asami’s fake cock. Mako watched as Asami thrusted in and out of Korra’s mouth. Her ass bouncing up and down with each thrust. He looked down to Korra to see she had spread her squatting legs so she could stick two fingers in and out of her soaking pussy. Asami didn’t take her eyes off of Korra and began to pull at her hair making Korra’s neck stretch upwards. “Alight Korra good job, I would say this cock is all lubed up” Korra watched as Asami lied down on the bed, causing the fake cock to stand up straight.

“Come over here Korra and straddle this cock” Korra eagerly made her way over and stood up on the bed and stepped over Asami, so she was in between her legs. She slowly squatted down and position the strap on at her pussy’s entrance. Mako was now at the end of his rope this whole time he struggled to watch, he wanted to look away but he found he couldn’t. he watched as Korra squatted over the strapon. As she squatted her phat ass cheeks spread open once again revealing her glistening pussy, open slightly eager for cock. He looked slightly up to see her ass hole staring at him. He couldn’t look away from the bullseye that was Korra’s ass hole. “Oh, look at that Korra, I think he is starting to realise what he could have had. His dick is threating to rip from his pants” Korra looked behind her and grinned, she looked back to Asami and smiled. “What a shame he won’t get to use it, because am eager for my Mistress’s cock”.

Asami slapped her right ass cheek and licked her lips. “Then what are you witing for bitch sit on that cock” Asami watched as Korra slid down the black fake cock and grinned in satisfaction as Korra squealed in pleasure. She looked to her legs to see them jiggle in pleasure. “Do you like your mistress’s cock in your pussy” Korra’s eyes where cloudy as they rolled at the back of her head and nodded. Asami grinned when she realised Korra had excepted the power dynamic between them. She once again slapped Korra’s ass and hissed “Well get moving slut, I wonna feel that cock rub inside me too”.

Korra didn’t need telling again as she began to bob up and down on Asami’s dick. From Mako’s point of view he could see flashes of Asami’s tits jiggling as korra Bounced on top of her. When she went up he could see Asami’s lust filled face, And when she went down he was greeted with the site of Korra’s ass. Korra picked up the pace and he could hear the slashing wet sounds of Korra’s ass slapping against Asami’s thigh. He struggled some more; this was torture at its purist form. Showing him something that he couldn’t have. It was right there in front of him and yet he couldn’t reach it. He looked down to his raging erection and begged the spirits to at least let one arm free so he could please himself to the imagines in front of him.

The mixed moans of Korra and Asami broke him from his internal begging. He looked to see Korra moving at high speed, her thigh muscles strained as she kept pumping her pussy up and down on Asami’s rubber cock. Then all of a sudden Korra stopped, she got off Asami and let Asami stand up. Korra got back on the bed but got on all fours. She wriggled her fat ass causing it to clap a little “Come on Asami take me from behind, fuck me like an animal” Asami grinned and used her hand to pump the strapon in and out of her for a moment, enjoying Korra’s pose.

She walked up to Korra and spanked her on her left cheek. “And who are you to make demands you pig” Korra bit her bottom lip and began to rub her pussy. “Hurry up and stick it back in” Once again Asami slapped her on the ass causing her to cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure “Say please put your cock in me Mistress and I will” Korra wiggled her ass again and looked to Asami, “please mistress stuff with me your cock” Asami knelt down behind Korra and grinned evilly “Now that’s a good girl” With one sharp thrust she put the cock back inside of Korra. Korra’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt the sharp sudden sensation of pleasure run through her body.

She began to rock back and forth as Asami thrusted in and out of her. She waited eagerly for each slap that came to her ass. “You like that you slave bitch, the hard spanks from your mistress” Mako could only stare in shock as Korra was taken like a bitch. Asami was ruthless. She kept spanking Korra witch every thrust. He could see the growing red handprint start to form on Korra’s left ass cheek. Asami only stopped so she could pull on Korra’s ponytail, causing her head to stretch back. As Asami kept thrusting Mako kept dancing his eyes across there entangled bodies, catching every little detail. He watched as their tits bounced up and down with every thrust. Asami’s ass wiggling freely, Korra’s slapping against Asami’s hip causing a ripple effect across her cheeks. He simple couldn’t look away.

Asami suddenly grabbed Korra and forced her to look at him “Take a good look Korra, you’re getting taken from behind like a bitch. And Mako is watching it with pure shock and delight. You see that small pool on his trousers, I wonder if thats pre cum or he has already came just from watching” Korra didn’t say anything, she was clearly lost in her pleasure, her eyes where cloudy and her mouth was open, causing her tongue to fall out and swing loosely. Mako couldn’t take anymore, his hard on rubbing against his pants combined with the view had brough him to his brink. With a grunt he came and he closed his eyes hoping the girls didn’t see. “Ah you see Korra we made him cum just by looking at us. Now lets finish up here, I am close to coming myself”.

Asami used both bands now to grab Korra’s hair, using it as support to keep her steady as she thrusted wildly into Korra’s pussy. Korra began to slobber as the sensation got to much for her, her breathing was ragid and Asami’s moans and flesh hitting flesh filled her ears. Asami’s dominating persona cracked however when she felt a stirring in her pussy. “ah-ah Korra about to cum, are you gonna cum with me” Korra was snapped back into reality when she heard Asami speak, her own pussy twitching with anticipation for the climax. “Yea, am nearly there, just a couple more pumps and am gonna blow”. Asami sped up even more, now eager to climax with Korra, they both fell into a rhythm of movement, their breaths and moans growing louder as they approached the summit.

“Asami i- im gonna cum”

Asami’s face scrunched up as she kept thrusting “S- same here let’s come together let-

They both screamed in ecstasy on the final thrust, Korra’s leaned back as far as she could, doing her best to slide more of the strapon inside her while she came. Asami held a firm grip of Korra’s waist as she slammed one final time into her pussy. She was frozen in pleasure as she watched liquid gush out of Korra’s pussy. She soon loosened up and decided to slide the cock out of Korra. As she did, it caused Korra’s pussy to twitch making more of the sweet smelling cum poure out of her. Asami sat back on her ass and watched as Korra slumped on her belly lying in her own juices.

She was breathing heavy and ragid, she looked over to Mako to see him slumped in his restraint. His eyes wide open like he had seen a ghost. She looked back at Korra to see her slowly getting up and stand at the side of the bed. Asami looked to her pussy and could see some juices still rolling down her inner thigh. She grinned and pointed at Korra’s still flowing sex juices “so it is true what they say about water tribe girls” Korra grinned and pointed at her pussy. “Yep, now why don’t you go down there and clean it up, you do owe me after all” Asami knelt down on the floor and crawled over to Korra’s dripping pussy. Like a man lost in a desert finally reaching an oasis. She finally made it and started licking Korra clean. Korra hummed in pleasure and grinned when she heard the slurping sounds of Asami drinking the final gulp of her cum.

As Asami was on her knees being busy, the strapon inside of her finally gave up and fell out of her pussy with a wet plop and slid on the wet floor. once she was done, she stood up and looked over to Mako who had fully given up trying to break free. His erection gone and what remained was a wet patch on his trousers. “Well, I think we made our point” Korra laughed and walked over to the wet bed. “Yeah, but I think he deserve a little treat for being a good audience” Asami watched as Korra started to bend the moister in the bed. All the love juices that soaked into the bed sheets started to be drawn out and formed into a ball in Korra’s palms. “He looks like he has had a long day and could do with a drink, let me help you out Mako” With that she threw the water ball at him. It quickly collided with his face and the love juices covered him completely. The speed of the water ball had caused him to hit his head on the wall and once again he was knocked out.

They both laughed and proceeded to find their discarded clothes on the floor. they quickly dressed and headed for the door. “Ok that was fun, but we really shouldn’t leave him tied to the wall like that” Korra looked at the now soaking Mako back to Asami. “yeah, your right” With a stomp to the floor Makos restraints where gone and he quickly fell to the floor. Korra looked back at Asami and Grinned “That should do right” Asami opened the bedroom door to the apartment to leave nodded “Yeah like that’s fine, I wouldn’t want to tuck him into bed and think he dreamt all of that” Korra laughed and followed Asami out the apartment. They soon made it outside of the building and stopped when they got to Asami’s car. “You know Korra that was a great and evil plan. Who would of though the Avatar was such a freak in the sheets”.

Korra stroked her arm and laughed nervously. “Yeah, I mean I have always wanted to try that stuff but never had the time too. Now I have all the time in the world. Besides your one to talk, who would of thought the rich and proper girl would own a strapon and be a dom” Asami got in her car and laughed “Hey we all have our thing regardless of wealth and station. This was fun Korra… would you wonna do this again sometime” Korra gave her a bright smile and nodded “you bet your ass I do, just as long as we keep it fresh and experiment, I am all in”.

Asami Pulled her driving goggles down and grinned at Korra “you bet your phat ass we are gonna experiment. You haven’t seen half of the things I have in mind. See you around sexy”. With that Asami drove off into the city. Korra watched as Asami disappeared into the night and she began to walk back to air temple island. She smiled and though about the last hour that had passed and couldn’t help but be excited for what her and Asami would get up to next. “Guess this is a new adventure for Avatar Korra”

[littlegayteaboy]

it's here!!!

my fic for @zukkabigbang2024!!!!

thank you so much to @syciaralynx for beta'ing and to @umossu for making the wonderful art for this!!

[iloveboysinred]

Closer to you [firelord Zuko]

Mdni 18+ | Firelord Zuko x fem! Reader smut

synopsis; -could be read as a prequel to Under the Canopy , you and Zuko have finally wed months after his coronation, you take a vacation to a beach home, where the two of you finally consummate your marriage and take the time to learn each other’s bodies

Cw- Oral, (f and m recieving), mentions of heirs, you and zuko don’t have sex until marriage, reader masturbates while Zuko is asleep, rough sex at the end, pain with virginity loss, virginity loss for both, outdoor sex, sappy fluff, reader and Zuko are both in their 20’s minimal editing bc i’m sure a small amount of ppl will read this i tried to include banners for the time skips but they weren’t cooperating soooo sorry for the spaces😭

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“Esteemed guests and loyal citizens of the fire nation, we gather here today to witness the momentous occasion of Firelord Zuko and lady Y/n’s union.”

You let out a nervous breath, gripping the bouquet of red lilies to ease your nerves. This was it, your wedding day. You felt lightweight, your heart fluttering in your chest as the Head Fire sage continued his greeting. You glanced over at Zuko, who looked regal as ever, his hair neatly pulled back in a top knot with not a single hair out of place. He was wearing elegant robes to match yours, and his crown sat neatly against his bun, soon to be identical to your very own, sitting on a cushion right behind the Fire Sage.

Zuko caught your glance, his lips curling into a sweet smile and making your heart soar.

“We honor the union between Firelord and Firelady as they say their vows and become one in leadership.” Your full attention was now fully on the sage, ready to say your vows and complete the ceremony to take your place as Firelady, as well as your place as Zuko’s wife.

“Do you, Lady Y/n, promise your heart and loyalty to both the fire nation and firelord as Firelady and sovereign ruler of this nation?” Your mouth suddenly felt dry, your stomach turning as you realized that what you would say next would change the trajectory of your life. You would now devote your life to being a partner, a ruler, a wife. There was no backing out, no running away from the pressures of your new life and the responsibilities that came with it.

Knowing the weight of your next words, you spoke them with confidence, all doubts dissolving in your mind.

“I do.”

******

The celebration was grandiose. The large ballroom of the palace is alive with music and chatter between the guests. Banners of deep reds and gold decorate the space. Large tapestries of the fire nation insignia drape down from the walls, basking the room in warm colors, the extravagant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling tying it all together.

You sat next to Zuko on your thrones, the slew of gifts and offerings from your guests neatly set out in front of the both of you on a table for all to see and bring more as they please.

“I don’t think I've had the chance to tell you today,” Zuko’s voice cuts through the fray, drawing your attention back to him. Not that it wandered very far in the first place. You raised your eyebrows, prompting him to continue. “But you look so beautiful, esteemed Firelady of the Fire nation.” there was a hint of teasing to his tone, the honorifics sounding so unnatural coming from his lips. “Why thank you, Mr.Firelord” you playfully quipped, he snorted leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours. “I also don't think I've told you that I love you today” he murmured, ghosting his lips over yours. & you felt as if you'd swallowed a spoonful of honey, your unspoken words of affection settling a warm pool in your chest. “So tell me, your highness” you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips basking in the radiant smile that graced his face. “I love you.” and his words were all you could hear. In the midst of the grandeur it suddenly was just you and him. Heart to heart.

Just as you were going to respond, Kitara and Aang came up to you, bright smiles on their faces as they voiced their congratulations and well wishes. You couldn't help but eye the betrothal necklace around her neck, so similar to the one passed down to her by her mother, but uniquely crafted to represent her and Aang’s love. You ghosted your fingers over your wedding ring; a beautiful red jewel held in silver, the center piece in the shape of a lotus flower. You smiled, things had really changed since you’d last seen them.

“Really? That's amazing, congratulations you two” your train of thought was interrupted and you quickly tried to pick back up on the conversation. “Thank you, Zuko. We’ll hope to see you two at the presenting ceremony” Aang smiled, placing his hand over Kitara’s stomach. And you beamed, looking at Zuko with an excited look on your face. “Kitara? You’re expecting? What wonderful news! We wouldn’t miss it for the world, don’t worry!” You gasped, reaching out to tenderly place your hand over her still flat stomach. You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, this was someone you’d basically grown with. You had seen it all together and now— oh. The sudden thought struck you and you glanced over at Zuko, who had turned a few shades too red when he caught your eye, seemingly knowing what you were thinking.

As Firelady it was your duty to both serve your nation and your husband as a dutiful wife and leader. Part of that duty was to provide an Heir. An heir. the thought sat heavy and unspoken between the two of you. Sitting back up to keep yourself composed, you exchanged a few more words of congratulations with Aang and Kitara before they headed back to mingle with the rest of the party.

“And now, the first dance for the newlyweds. Please clear the ballroom!”

Zuko stood from his seat, your train of thought having little time to continue running rampant in your mind before he turned to you and extended his hand out for you to take. “May I have this dance, lady y/n?” He mused and you rolled your eyes at him, a soft smile adorning your face. “Don’t be cheesy, baby” you giggled, your cheeks burning as he led you to the center of the ballroom.

The crowd dispersed to give you your space, the spotlight now on you and your husband. The lights were dimmed and the band began to play slow, sentimental music as you and Zuko swayed together wrapped in each other’s arms. His eyes glistened with emotion as he stared into your gaze his irises warm pools of melted honey, filled to the brim with affection and love for you. Despite the people in the room, the gazes you and Zuko exchanged were private. Unspoken words and emotions translated into touch—his hand snug on your waist and your arms tight around his shoulders. He held you closer, your body flush against his. The warmth of his body seeped into you through your dress, the natural scent of cinnamon and citrus you had come to know as his comforted you as it took over your senses. Tenderly, you leaned your cheek on his chest, closing your eyes and losing yourself in him

It was only when the music stopped that you came back to reality. Parting from Zuko’s embrace to envelop his lips in yours, the crowd cheered and swooned at your unabashed display of love. He held onto you proudly in front of the crowd, adjusting the newly acquired crown on your head as you pulled away from him. There was no question that you were his and that he was yours, and the entirety of the world knew it.

As the night went on, you and Zuko prepared for your short voyage to the beach house he had specifically built for you as a token of his affections. It was meant to be a two week stay in which you and Zuko would be mostly alone, enjoying the last few moments of freedom together before you’d be just as wrapped up in political meetings and paperwork as he was. While you packed, you couldn't help but let your mind drift back to thoughts of the future. How many children would you have? When would you have them? Were you even ready? You tried to shake them off but they plagued your mind, a blush warming your cheeks when you’d thought about how exactly you’d reach that goal. You shivered, imagining exactly how it would feel to be at your husband’s mercy. Vulnerable and open for his taking. It sent a strong surge of heat through your body, and you squeezed your knees together to force it away. You briefly wondered if Zuko was thinking the same way you were.

The trip went by quickly, and you soon found yourself in the grand hall of the very sizable beach home Zuko had designed. It was open; large floor to ceiling windows allowed vast amounts of sunlight to bathe the space, a stark contrast to the comforting darkness of the palace. The walls were painted beige and the home had sandy brown hardwood flooring. Multiple portraits for your families adorned the halls, the newly completed tapestry of you and Zuko was the center-piece, taking up an entire wall all on its own. You sat at one of the windows, soaking in the view of the beach in front of you. It was serene, the ocean stretched on forever, beautiful blue shining with the sun tucked over the horizon. The warm breeze gently blowing through your hair brought with it the calming scents of the ocean and you sighed, relaxing into the beach chair you had brought with you.

Zuko was in the kitchen trying his best to replicate the simple recipes Iroh had attempted to instill in him when he was just a boy. He cut the vegetables and trusted his hand when adding the spices. The stew he had begun to simmer on the stove emitted a pleasant aroma, and he considered it a success. He covered the pot, putting the fire out and instead replacing it with a weaker flame he had cast with his finger. Leaving the stew on low heat, he decided he would seek you out. Walking out he found you blissed out and relaxed by the opening of the hall. He smiled to himself, padding up to sit beside you in the unoccupied chair. He reached over and grabbed your smaller hand in his, squeezing it to wake you out of your sleep.

*****

“Woah, this is really good, honey!” You hummed in delight as you took another spoonful of the stew Zuko had prepared. You both sat at the table, set right by a large window where you could see a single palm tree overlooking the sandy floor of the beach. The tree swayed in the wind, heavy with coconuts and shading a significant amount of space. A perfect lounge spot for after your meal, you thought. “Yeah, it's pretty alright. Uncle taught me this recipe when we were in Ba Sing Se” a smile quirked at his lips, fondness in his eyes as he remembered his uncle. “He only made it for me once, but he made sure to write down all his recipes…I guess it came in handy.” You nodded, reaching over to briefly squeeze his hand in comfort before hungrily returning to your bowl. Zuko chuckled as you scarfed the stew down, shaking his head as he brought another spoonful to his lips.

*****

Night had fallen by the time you and Zuko had finished unpacking and settling in. You sat outside on the beach floor, on a large towel protecting you from the grainy sand beneath you. The moon reflected beautifully in the dark water, the gentle sound of waves crashing onto shore making you feel a sense of calm. Zuko sat next to you, wearing nothing but a beach towel around his waist and a pair of shorts. He distractedly stared up at the night, hundreds of stars gleaming against the sky. You leaned closer to him as the chilly breeze blew over your bare shoulders, the bikini top you wore doing absolutely nothing to shield you from the cold. Zuko pressed a warm kiss to the crown of your head, wrapping his arm around you. “Cold?” He murmured, nosing into your hair. “A little- but I think I'll be okay.” He hummed, reaching down to undo the knot holding his beach towel together. Your eyes widened slightly and you blushed, holding your breath as he pulled it away, his bare thighs now in full view. You shyly looked away as he wrapped the towel over your shoulders, pressing a warm kiss to your cheek.

Zuko was always affectionate with you, so you almost paid it no mind when his hand rubbed up and down your hip, or when his warm lips grazed the skin of your throat, his hair tickling your neck as he pressed wet kisses down your skin. His touch was careful, almost hesitant as his kisses crept lower and lower down your chest. You jerked as his hand came up to trace over the fabric of your bikini top, the pad of his thumb briefly brushing against your clothed nipple. He halted at your reaction, pulling away with an apologetic look on his face. “Was that too much? I’m sorry-“ you shook your head, your hand coming up to cradle his face.

Your stomach fluttered when his eyes met yours, the blush on his face a dead giveaway of his anxiety. “I actually..liked it” you offered a reassuring smile, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Zuko pressed back into you, his hand coming up to tangle with yours, still cradling his cheek. His other arm found its home on your waist, pulling you closer and leaving you breathless as he deepened the kiss your exposed skin meeting his bare chest sending a shiver up your spine. He slowly lowered you on the towel, his hands leaving you to lift your thighs over his. He pulled away from you panting, his heart lurching in his chest as he looked at you beneath him, your face flushed and your lips kiss-swollen.

His eyes flitted down your body, stopping at the loosely tied knots of your bikini. He gazed back up at you, his eyes glinting with something unfamiliar. Slowly, he dragged his hands down your sides, your breath baited as his hands trailed down your waist, his eyes locked on yours. You felt pinned down by his gaze, too drawn in to even think about moving. Finally, he stopped at the knots tying your bikini together, teasing them with the tips of his fingers, slipping them in and out from under the straps.

It felt like the desire in his eyes would consume you, and you spread your thighs wider to welcome him in.

“I wanna taste you, baby.” He breathed, quiet words for only you to hear. You slowly nodded your head, the desire burning in your core rendering you defenseless against the temptation of having your husband between your thighs— hungry for your intimacy.

He was swift, pulling the strings and undoing the knots. He held his breath, pulling the cloth off with nimbility. The cool air blew over your dampening folds, making your legs quiver with the urge to close. He sighed in relief, as if your pussy was the solution to all his problems, and maybe it was; because Zuko pressed his lips to your pussy, breathing you in and moaning at the taste. You gasped, covering your face in abashment as he experimentally flattened his tongue against you, trying to catch every little drop of your essence on his tongue. For the first few minutes it was just that– Zuko experimenting, finding his rhythm and poking and prodding with his tongue, your pretty sounds of pleasure guiding him.

It was only when his tongue passed your clit over in a swipe that you arched into his mouth, gasping as your hands came down to tangle in his hair, pushing him further in between your legs that he got the idea on how to pleasure you further.

And he wasted no time abusing this newfound discovery.

He closed his eyes, wrapping his glistening lips around the delicate bud and sucking on it, his tongue a tight squeeze around the suction as the tip flicked and swiped over the surface. You felt like you were floating, waves of pleasure coursing through your body in alternating intensity. You laid there, your mouth open in a soundless moan as his fingers found your entrance, teasing over the delicate opening before sliding in with ease, the mix of spit and your arousal making it easy. It didn’t take too long for you to come undone at his hands, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to build you up. The high was exhilarating, your toes curling as his fingers continued to move against your plush walls, your pussy twitching and spasming around his fingers and tongue. You pulled him off with shaking hands, his lips and chin glistening with the creamy residue of your orgasm. He was panting when his lips found yours again, pressing you hard into the towel as his weight overtook you. You kissed him back, clinging onto his shoulders as the breath was pulled from your lungs.

Carefully, he pulled away from you looking at you in complete adoration. His dark hair was disheveled and frizzy, but he could care less as he brought you to his chest, his arms secured around your waist. “That was…” “amazing.” you finished his sentence, looking up at him in earnest. He smiled, nodding his head in agreement. “Yes. amazing,” he ran his fingers through your hair lovingly, “better than i’ve ever imagined.”

******

The next few days went by in a blur. You and Zuko had opted to start exploring the island, going to local markets and indulging in the culture the small village had cultivated. They welcomed you both kindly, offering all kinds of commodities and gifts to the newlywed leaders of the fire nation. In a way, you felt at home. The beach home had become a safe haven, the two of you retreating to its safety whenever the day had been fulfilling. You sat in the kitchen as he cooked, staring a little too hard at the rippling muscles on his back. You shifted in your seat, briefly remembering the way he had so carelessly taken his fill of you on the beach just nights prior. A wave of heat overcame you and you felt your clit pulse in exhilaration. He turned towards you, setting your plate on the counter and sitting himself next to you. Humming, you brought a spoonful of the rice and pork he had prepared, moaning in delight as the flavor bathed your taste buds.”If I knew you could cook like this, I'd give the palace cooks a lot more days off.” you joked, bringing another spoonful of the food to your mouth, chewing happily. “You never asked,” he smiled as he watched you eat, taking a sip of his water. “I'd cook you anything you want.” you nodded in appreciation “i’ll keep that in mind.”

Finished with the meal the two of you washed the dishes together, chatting and joking around. Your arms were covered to the elbow in suds, and you playfully flung some him his way, giggling at the stricken look on his face. “Oh you think you’re funny,” he grabbed a large mass of the suds, smearing it over your hair. “Hey!” quickly a fight ensued, suds and water flying back and forth throughout the kitchen. Moments later, you laid on the floor with your wet shirt stuck to your chest. Zuko sat next to you in a criss-cross, wiping the soap water off his forearms. He gently began to pat the remaining suds off your hair. Sighing, you closed your eyes as he began to thread his fingers through your damp locks, pressing warm kisses to your face every now and again. It was dark outside, and the beach house was dimly lit with the flames of the wall lamps, creating a calming atmosphere. You almost wanted to doze off right there. “Had enough?” he playfully poked your side, earning a gentle swat at his hands. “Mmh, more than enough. M’tired.” he chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “Tired, huh? That's new.” his face crept to yours leaving a sweet kiss lingering on your wet cheek. “Let’s head to the shower and then we can sleep all you want.”

But sleep didn’t come easy. Your mind kept replaying the events from a few nights ago over and over in your head while Zuko slept peacefully next to you, pressed against your side. Staring up at the ceiling, you tried to ignore the aching in your pussy, your body and mind betraying you, the dampening of your panties impossible to ignore. Your heart sped up as your mind replayed the obscene memories of your husband between your legs, lapping up your arousal and deliciously bringing you to your climax. Sighing, your hand crept down to your panties, hesitantly teasing at the silky band. Glancing over at Zuko, you faltered. Your husband was a fairly deep sleeper, one quick little swipe wouldn’t wake him up, right? You pushed the hesitation away, slipping your hand past the band and parting your pussy lips with the tip of your fingers. You sighed as your clit brushed against the pad of your finger, sensitive and pulsing.

You tested the waters, rubbing your nub from side to side, biting your finger to muffle the small gasps of delight leaving your lips. The rhythm you had started soon became dull and you pressed harder, now rolling circles into your clit trying to mimic the sensation Zuko’s tongue had provided. Soon you had built a pattern of alternating between small, tight circles over your clit to quick, heavy swipes over the surface. It was intoxicating, the waves of pleasure rolling over you, and subsequently it became harder to keep your whines at bay. Zuko shifted beside you and you flinched, looking to see if he was still asleep. His breathing stayed even, and he didn’t move again so you resumed, sneaking your hand a little lower to tentatively sink a finger in, slightly leaning forward to sink it in further up to your first knuckle, gasping as you felt the warm, wet suction of your walls. Lost in the haze, you almost jumped out of bed when you felt your husband’s warm hand cup over your pussy, his face coming up to lay over your collarbone. “Hmm, I thought you were tired.” he rasped, his sleep laden voice making your pussy clench around your fingers in response, warmth pooling in your core. “I-i’m sorr-” he cut you off, pressing his lips against your own, swallowing your apology. “Don’t be.” he murmured, his hand easing yours away from your pussy and replacing your fingers with his own. “You could’ve just asked..” you leaned back, spreading your legs wider to give him more room. “Didn’t wanna..wake you.” you sighed in pleasure, Zuko’s fingers filling you up nicely, his pace moderate as he pumped them in and out of you, muffled squelching from your arousal sounding from under the covers. “If this is what I'm waking up to, I wouldn't mind.” he slowly lifted the covers up from your bodies, discarding them behind him on the bed. You moaned, feeling his lips trail hot kisses down your body.

He stopped his trail right at your navel, shifting so that he could situate himself in between your legs. “What a mess..” he sighed, eagerly pressing his mouth to your soping wet pussy, lapping up anything he could. “Pussy so sweet, I don't think I'll ever be satisfied.” your face burned as he buried himself into you, his nose bumping up against your clit as he shoved his tongue inside of you, pushing it in as far as he could go. “Don’t say stuff like that..” you whined, your legs quivering as he pulled away to suckle on your clit. He said nothing, too preoccupied with slipping his fingers into you, groaning into your cunt as your taste bathed his tongue. His eyes were closed in half-awake bliss, and you briefly felt bad for waking him up so late. Looking down at him, you noticed his hips jolting into the bed, his muffled groans only increasing in volume the faster he went. It was clear that he needed relief too.

You tapped his shoulder, waking him from his entrancement and pulling him up towards you. He sat up, confusion in his sleepy gaze. “I..i want you to feel good too, Zuko” you pointed at his crotch, the hard outline of his dick bold in the fabric of his boxers. “You don’t have to baby, I'm fine with just taking care of you,” you shook your head, running your fingers over the bulge, smiling when you felt him shiver under your touch. “I want to.” he nodded, helping you ease off his boxers, your mind reeling as his dick hung heavy between his legs, thick and glistening with pre. “How am I going to do this?” you thought, reaching forward to wrap your hand around his girth, sliding it up and down his length, feeling slightly confident as his breathless moans filled your ears. “Faster baby, please” he gasped, your speed increasing as you stroked him, thumbing over his tip and smearing his precum over it. His hips lightly bucked into your hand, his eyes closing in bliss. Feeling bold, you laid down on your stomach, grazing your lips over the head of his dick. He jolted, his hands coming to rest over your cheeks. “Baby..” you shushed him, looking up into his eyes through your lashes. “Just let me do this. Let me try” and slowly, he dropped his hands from your face, instead resting them on your shoulders as you slipped the tip into your mouth.

Zuko winced, watching as you tried to take him in fully, tears pricking your eyes as his cockhead brushed against the back of your throat. “Just breathe baby..take it easy” you nodded as best you could, breathing through your nose as you tried to swallow him further. It was too much, the thick girth of his dick making you gag and sputter around him. You pulled away heaving for air, a thin line of spit connecting you to his tip. He comfortingly caressed your cheek, brushing your hair away from your face. “You okay?” He rasped, wiping the spit from your bottom lip. You nodded, taking a deep breath before you were on him again, this time holding your breath as your took him whole, forcing his length down your throat for a few heartbeats before pulling upwards, bobbing your head in steady rhythm.

Zuko moaned, your warm mouth sending hot waves of pleasure up his spine and throughout his body. His hands came down to squeeze and knead his balls as you continued sucking him off. You made a mental note to do that for next time, seeing as with every gentle squeeze his dick twitched in your mouth, his legs quivering with every bob of your head. It didn’t take much more for him to pull you off of him, thick spurts of cum oozing out from his aching tip. He panted, eyes laden with sleep and lust as he pulled you towards him, locking lips with yours in a heated kiss. Zuko eased you back into the pillows, his lips hungrily pressed against yours, his tongue tracing over your bottom lip and sucking your tongue into his mouth. His hands wandered over your body, committing every curve and dip to memory, feeling the heat of your arousal against his body. Easing himself between your legs, you tensed feeling the weight of his dick slap over your fluttering pussy. He pulled away, sensing your apprehension. “You okay?” He grabbed your chin, meeting your eyes to his. “We can stop-“ you shook your head “no..i don't want to stop. Just, be gentle, okay?” He leaned down and kissed you again. “Of course I will. We can take all the time you need.”

Pain. Hot, searing pain is all you could feel. Despite ample prep from Zuko’s fingers and tongue, it did little to fully dull the ache that came with the stretch of his length. He was a little more than half way in now, your knuckles white as you gripped his arm for comfort. He pressed warm kisses to your face, your legs hoisted up to his shoulders. It was hard for you to breathe, the air feeling like its completely left your lungs. Was it supposed to hurt this bad? You didnt know, your eyes glossy with tears as your slowly tried to relax your body. “Baby, breathe” Zuko whispered, his lips warm against the skin of your neck. You nodded, trying to take deep breaths and try to focus on something other than his dick splitting you in half. “Just relax okay? You’re doing so good f’me.” His hand came down to rub over your hip, creeping down to lightly trace over your puffy clit, rubbing slow circles into the bud. You squeezed your eyes shut, wrapping your arms iver his shoulders. “Okay, i’m ready..” You whispered, readying yourself. He pressed one last reassuring kiss to your throat before he slowly pushed the rest of himself inside of you, interlacing one of his hands with yours as you winced in pain. The other one still rubbing light circles over your clit.

Seconds dragged on what felt like hours, your hips shifting as the ache slowly began to subside, you suddenly became aware of just how full you were. His dick molded into the plush walls of your tight pussy, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. It was almost overwhelming, having him stretch you out to accommodate everything he had to offer. Zuko slowly moved his hips back and forward, keeping his pace light. His eyes squeezed shut, curses falling from his lips as he relished in the pleasurable grip your pussy had on him.

You closed your eyes, feeling the ache fade away into pleasure. Your nails dug into his back, your back arching into his body. “Fuck” he huffed, his eyes half lidded as he rocked into you, the headboard creaking with every thrust of his hips. The sound of your skin slapping filled the room, the obscene squelching of your wet pussy making you bashful, closing your eyes tight as your face came alight with a rosy blush. Zuko’s eyes drank in the view of your body sprawled out for him, your neck littered in red marks and your lips kiss swollen and puffy. There wasn't a move you could make that escaped his fixation with you, his hands wandering all over your body, kneading the flesh of your ass and thighs roughly. “This pussy was made for me, baby” he grunted, his hand coming down to rub rough circles over your clit. “Z-zuko!” You gasped your toes curling from the flashes of white, hot pleasure shooting up and down your spine. “Spirits- you’re squeezing me so tight baby, fuck” he hissed burrying himself in all the way to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back, the stimulation on your clit and Zuko’s dick beating your insides was all too much. You came hard, harder than you ever could with just your fingers. Your walls clamped down, squeezing him tight as your ecstasy washed over you in violent torrents of mind numbing pleasure…

*******

The remaining days of your vacation you spent in bed. Zuko became insatiable, taking you anywhere and everywhere. And, fortunately for you— it didn’t stop at the beach house.

Back at the palace, when you weren’t wrapped up in meetings you were underneath him, taking his dick anyway he wanted to give it to you. He had learned your body inside out, absuing those spots he knew would drive you insane and eating you out like you were his last meal.

He found that his favorite way to start his day was between your thighs, eating your pussy until you were a shaking mess above him. When you expressed how you wished the mornings with him would last forever, he had a canopy with thick, maroon curtains installed in your bedroom to block out the light and disturbances of the morning. Of course, weeks into marital bliss the subject of Heirs was brought on by his royal advisors. “Not a problem” Zuko stated, squeezing your hand on the armrest of the throne. “We’ll provide an heir in due time.”

*******

“Z-zuko! Slow down!” You moaned, folded almost in half, Zuko thrusting into you, making sure to give you his all. He snickered, leaning down to press a wet kiss to your lips. “We have a duty to uphold” he grunted, sloppily slotting his hot tongue over the seam of your lips, fucking into you with vigor you’ve never felt before. The pleasure was blinding, his cockhead hitting every crevice inside of you, absuing your g-spot with sweet percison. “They want heirs? We’ll give them a fucking million of them.” And by the look in his blown pupils, you could tell he was serious. “Zuko ah! Ah!” You gasped, feeling as though the air was being punched out of your lungs with every smack of his pelvis against your ass. His hand crept down to rub rough circles over your clit, and your head fell back in a silent scream.

“Shh baby, let me take care of you, okay? It’s just us”

[strwberryblast]

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐎 | Zuko x GN!Reader

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You’d never imagined that a night of homemade cooking with Zuko could be so chaotic. When he insisted on preparing a meal himself, with his firebending skills as his secret ingredient, you were intrigued but also a little wary. Now, as you step into the kitchen, you’re greeted by a scene straight out of a disaster movie: flour dust clouds the air, smoke billows from the pan, and Zuko, looking both determined and slightly panicked, is attempting to juggle ingredients that seem more eager to escape than cooperate. His usual composed demeanor is replaced with a mix of frustration and sheepishness, and you can’t help but stifle a laugh as he throws another batch of flour into the air with an exasperated sigh.

“Zuko, you’re a mess,” you chuckle, a playful grin spreading across your face. He jumps, turning his body towards you with a startled look, his face flushing red. “Oh, hi [Name]...” he says sheepishly, shuffling his body so he’s awkwardly blocking the oven with his form.

You laugh again, finding his flustered reaction endearing. “You know, the mess is all over the walls and not just on the oven, you big dummy.”

His embarrassment only grows as he glances around at the flour-splattered kitchen and the streaks of smoke marking the walls. He looks back at you, a mix of exasperation and amusement in his eyes. “I guess I underestimated how tricky cooking could be,” he admits with a sheepish smile.

"I was trying to surprise you with dinner," he sighs, his body slumping over in defeat, you can't help but melt a little at your boyfriends words.

“I don’t know, your cooking skills seem to be on fire—literally,” you tease, stepping closer to him. As you peer around him, you see the pan on the stove, its contents reduced to a charred mess. You can’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“Here, let me help you,” you offer, giving him a sympathetic smile. Zuko, pouting like a scolded child, looks back at you with a mix of disappointment and frustration.

“But it was supposed to be a surprise for you,” he huffs, his cheeks still flushed from embarrassment. “I wanted it to be perfect.”

You stifle a laugh, touched by his effort and determination. “Well, I appreciate the thought, but it looks like you could use a hand. Let’s see if we can salvage this, alright?”

Zuko’s frown softens, and he nods, clearly relieved to have your support. “Thanks. I guess I got a bit carried away with the firebending.”

You walk over to the stove, carefully adjusting the heat and inspecting the pan. “Maybe just a little,” you say, with a playful look in your eye.

Zuko admires you as you begin to work. You pull out a few ingredients from the pantry, and with a practiced hand, you start to salvage what’s left of the meal. You quickly begin to scrape away the burnt bits and try to make sense of the charred remains.

“I’m going to need to add some fresh ingredients,” you say, glancing at Zuko. “Do you have any more vegetables or spices you were planning to use?”

He nods excitedly, as he goes to the fridge pulling out a couple of vegetables and herbs. "Can you cut them up for me, please?" You ask, glancing over at your boyfriend whose eagerly nodding, happy to help, causing you to smile.

With you help you guys finish up the meal, the kitchen still a disaster, but the food smelt better then before. You set the table, getting ready to eat.

You and Zuko sit across from each other, both eager to taste the meal you’ve managed to salvage. With a shared look of anticipation, you each take a bite of the food. As you chew, you notice Zuko’s face light up with pride, a smug grin spreading across his features as if he were the mastermind behind the meal.

You can’t help but tease him. “Get that smug look off your face, Zuko. I was the one who did most of the work!”

Zuko laughs, “oh, come on. I may have messed up the cooking, but I was still part of the team, right?” He takes another bite, savoring the taste. “Besides, I think I contributed a fair bit of help.”

"Yeah cutting the vegetables was a lot of help. Also you're doing the dishes," you say, a smirk on your face.

He leans forward over the table, his eyebrows furrowed a pout on his face "Seriously? I barely got the chance to enjoy the meal, and now I’m stuck with cleanup duty??" he huffs.

You laugh, "maybe we can switch, you can handle the kitchen disaster and I'll do the dishes!" You jokingly suggest, he leans back in his chair playful smile on his face as he shakes his head, "no you're right, the dishes are fine."

After finally finishing the cleanup, both of you plop down on the couch, exhausted. You lean your head on his shoulder, yawning. “Next time we cook, we’ll do something that doesn’t involve setting things on fire,” you say.

He laughs softly, wrapping his arms around you pulling you in. “Deal.”

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୨ৎ BELOW THE SURFACE ᝰ.ᐟ

୨୧┇ Platonic/Romantic! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

୨୧┇Yanderes: Zatanna, Artemis, Connor, Megan, Wally, Robin and Aqualad! (First season team!) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

୨୧┇Female Reader! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

୨୧┇Pov characters: Y/N and Megan!

୨୧┇TW: FIGHTS(VERBAL), MOM ISSUES, SWEAR, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, PROTECTIVE BEHAVIOR, ANGST(?), MANIPULATION, BAD GRAMMAR, BAD ENGLISH AND MADE BY A MINOR! NOT SURE FOR MOST OF THEM! TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING

ˏˋ⋆ SUMMARY ⋮.. !?

୨୧┇ You are the sidekick and kid of a famous hero, he was/is one of the founders of the Justice League! So it didn't take long for you to join the team

୨୧┇ You felt under pressure, but everyone just ignored or said everything is going to be alright! It's normal! Everyone feels like that!

୨୧┇But you were almost going crazy! You were tired of everything, just one more thing and BOOM! You would go crazy! Maybe even give up

୨୧┇And that happend.

ˏˋ⋆ Y/N ⋮.. !?

" I am...what? "

" You heard me Y/N, you are out of the team. "

Okay, hearing it from my own mother hurts, a lot, the words just run through my head.

Out of the team, am I really out of the team?

" But why? I thought I was being useful! I was efficient in the missions I took part in! I- "

" It's more about your behavior, but it's also about your efficiency, you're not being so efficient, and I heard you weren't doing so well, you're almost freaking out, so you're going to leave the team. You're lucky I'm talking about this with you here at home! Not in front of everyone! "

Leave, wait so I have to leave the team, or am I being removed? I don't understand that

" What...? "

I can feel the impatient look in his eyes

"I said you're leaving or I'll have to remove you! You almost fucked up the missions and I know it, I was told, all because you were tired? Really? You promised me you'd make it better! "

I tried, I really fucking tried, but I can't! I wanted to ask for help, I really did! But I can't, I want to but I can't

I wish I could explain this feeling to you, but I don't think you'd understand, Mom

"I really tried! I tried!"

The words came out louder than I imagined, I didn't want to shout, but I do!

"If you'd really tried, we wouldn't be here!

" I- "

" I don't want to hear a word! "

"That can't be the only reason for this! "

Okay, I think I've made her mad, she looks at me angrily, but with a mixture of shock and disgust, perhaps weariness.

"Look, you always wanted to be a hero! So I trained you, I made you my sidekick! And it was all right, I suggested you join that team! I always noticed that you were maybe a bit.... I can't explain it, but now they're complaining to me about your behavior! They want me to help you improve, but I don't want to risk it So I decided it was better for you to leave the team, so here we are! "

Hearing that is shocking, she'd rather I left than help me and spend time with me?

"You want me to leave so YOU don't get into trouble! But as I understand it, you're doing it to protect your reputation? Because if I do something wrong, it could end up being your fault?"

I answered her angrily, maybe I'm going crazy

"I'm going through difficult things! I've already tried to talk to you about it and you act like it's nothing!"

I continued, anger burning in me, she's doing this to me, why? It's not fair!

"I'm under pressure Y/N! I feel like I'm under the surface desperate to get out! Do you understand that? "

She answers me with a tearful tone, but I sense her manipulative tone, I understand her game

"Did you ignore everything I said? I'm going through the same thing! I- "

" You treat me like I'm the villain! It's not fair to me! I'm your mother and I only want to do what's best for you! For us! "

I stay silent, not because I've given up, but because I'm shocked by what she said

"Now you understand, right? Well, I'll tell you what, you'll leave the team and after that we'll do something together! After all, you'll deserve it, I know you don't want that, but understand Mom's side!"

I don't know how I feel right now

"Now I have to leave! Batman and I have to discuss the missions of your team - I mean, your ex-team! I'll be right back! "

Is she acting as if this hasn't happened?

I want to cry, maybe scream, but I don't know what to feel, but there's something burning inside me

She goes out the door and I'm left alone in the living room, I go upstairs to my room, open the door and look around

I go in and...and I

I feel tears coming down my face, I lose my balance and fall, why am I feeling like this? I stay on the floor crouched down crying, the tears fall to the floor like falling rain or a waterfall

I get up awkwardly and remember everything, my training, my friends, everything I've been through to be able to fulfill my dream, and now I'm crying like a whiny, humiliated baby.

I don't know what I am anymore, I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks that about me, thinks that I didn't try hard enough, do others think that too?

I've put up with it for years, long years it's been

I've been through it all, nobody cared or cares, do they?

And I'm the idiot with the painted face

I'm getting out of here! I can't take it anymore, dramatic? Yes, but I've sacrificed years of my life for nothing! What can I be now?

My thoughts jumble and I look in the mirror, scars, dark circles and red eyes, this is who I am now

All for an impossible dream

Everything I've planned for years and my mother's words get mixed up, everything's a mess that I can't understand.

I can't cry anymore, and then I start laughing out of nowhere

I laugh of despair and anger

I think I've reached my limit

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ˏˋ⋆ MEGAN/MISS MARTIAN ⋮.. !?

"Nothing?" Connor asked me impatiently for I don't know how long.

"No! Maybe they are out of my reach! I can't find her! " I answered him, we've been looking for Y/N for days.

Nothing yet

"I told you we should have put trackers on her! " Connor said to Robin, getting impatient.

" Stay calm Superboy, we'll find Y/N, no matter where she is! " Aqualad replied calmly

"I still don't understand what happened! Maybe she was kidnapped? " Zatanna asked

"There was no sign of it, maybe she ran away! " Robin replied thoughtfully

"Let's ask M/N! Maybe she has an idea of what happened!" Kid Flash confidently suggested

"It's a good idea Kid, but there's something wrong with Miss M/N! Maybe she's hiding something... " I said thinking, I'm not lying, Miss M/N was acting peculiar, she looked guilty, very guilty.

"I'll look at the cameras in Y/N's house! Come on " Robin took out his device and started trying to get into the cameras

" I've done it! Now we have a clue in our hands! "

We decided to watch the recording, we saw everything with audio, from the argument to the moment Y/N left the room through the window

Oh no.

୨ৎ NOTES ୨ৎ

୨୧┇Worst thing i have wrote in the story of this blog! :3

୨୧┇Azula themed cause go girlfailure!

୨୧┇I know this is bad as fuck hsuiw8w8widjdjjssjakkan help

୨୧┇THANKS FOR READING SORRY IF THIS DON'T MAKE SENSE!!! 😿

୨୧┇Also M/N means Mother/Mom name's! Your mom name!

୨୧┇Idk what to say i just ily you all

୨୧┇*Sends virtual hugs for you*

[elmundodeflor]

And just like that, she’d fallen for him.

Spring. Summer. Autumn. The world had its cycles. There had been peace before war, and peace would come after bloodsheds and battles.

Katara looks at Zuko, at how he stares out to the width in the horizons. The curves of his nose and lips are soft, much like the colors of the leaves around them. The lines of his jaw and cheeks are sharp, in contrast.

He’s a beautiful man; she’s always thought so, even when they were enemies and he’d sworn he’d kill them. She likes it better this way, though— being friends, confidants, long-time companions. Kindness suits him more, either way. She likes how his face looks when he’s calm, — when there’s no rage to contort his scar, no scowl furrowing his brow.

She also likes that he knows her. That they can stand, silence pending between them, and it’s never too tense or uncomfortable. Zuko is just that good to her. He never puts too much pressure on her shoulders, — she’s had enough of that already. Instead, he soothes the rough edges. Lets her make her own choices and never judges her for them.

He looks back at her. An easy smile grazes his features; baffling, tortuous, beautiful. Katara has to fight the urge to freeze some water from her bottle and smash it across her searing face.

“Do you wanna…”, his voice cuts through the wind, raspy as it ever was. When he talks, it’s evident that he’s nervous. That he’s been circling around his thoughts and can’t seem to find the words. “I mean…”, he tries again. “Do you wanna stay here until you decide what to do?”

She hums, then turns her gaze back to the gardens. Aang had asked her to travel the world along with him, — to be by his side and help other people, from other nations and villages. She had yet to give him a proper answer.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to— go on missions, hear the masses’ suffering and be present in whatever way she could. Maybe, it was that she simply had pictured something different for herself. She could be so much more than just the “Avatar’s girl”! She could go home, lend a useful hand to Sokka and her dad advocating for their tribe. She could be an ambassador.

She could be with Zuko.

She can imagine the whole thing all too well, actually, — being on the palace, with him, until she could confront Aang about what to do. They could go for an evening stroll, feed turtleducks by the lake. Zuko’d make tea way past dinner time, and she’d laugh along with Suki when he’d burn his tongue by the first sip.

“There’s nothing I’d like more.”, she tells him, then. They are in one of the many balconies, staring out at the sun. The last scraps of summer have flushed with the breeze, and now the trees look all kinds of reds, yellows, oranges. Almost like they’ve caught on fire.

Zuko smiles at her again. A shy, wonderful thing that makes his eyes glint. His hair’s shaggy and overgrown, and falls limp between the honey of his irises. His cheeks burn a bright pink that, Katara deduces, might be from the gentle light warming up their faces.

“Okay.”, he says. He likes this, as well, — having her around. That he can open up to someone he can share his scars with, both the physical and the ones that lay underneath.

Katara inches close to him, just enough so that their elbows nudge together. The world has its cycles, she believes. Blue skies bleed into the darkness of the night. Ice defrosts when heated-up. And just like that, she’d fall for Zuko— delicate, and raw, and over and over. Helpless, like the moon that carries down the tides. Hopeless, like the autumn leaves that fall, ever so slow, and now gather at their feet like sea-foam.

“Okay.”

[carbondioxda]

Too hot to cuddle

Prince Zuko x reader<3

c/w: fluffy, too hot to cuddle trope (reverse trope), hot weather conditions, the reader is a girl, reader is a waterbender, no use of y/n, third person, frozen elsa reference don’t even ask, harsh language cause what the fuck is this weather

a/n: had this in my drafts for months but I just finished it because I’m living through a heatwave nightmare right now and actually feeling like reader. This is horrible. It’s 35 Celcius and my ass is tweaking

sorry for any mistakes! english isn’t my first language. and the way I write dialogue might be different than what you’re used to

The air was suffocating. It felt as if she was breathing some kind of piping hot spores instead or oxygen. The girl was laying in a bed, that was way too warm for comfort and as embarrassing as it was, she swore she felt a sweat puddle on the mattress underneath her.

The fact that her boyfriend happened to be a firebender was making things even worse now. Firebenders are naturally warmer than others, maybe to adapt to the heat when they're fighting or for god knows what other reason. Still, Zuko's toned hands on her waist were making her feel as if he's gonna burn her body alive. They made her get those heat waves all over her, worse than chills every now and then.

"I'm gonna melt. Not in the good way." - she thought to herself. It's not like she wanted to get up. It was a cute little routine of theirs to cuddle and sleep together, ever since her and Zuko started traveling together.

However, The Earth Kingdom's summer nights were unbereable. Besides, that the little hut they rented was made for winter season, so it kept all of the warmth in. No wonder it was so cheap in this time of the year, anybody would go insane in those conditions.

She finally got up and sat on the bed. The hairs on her forehead were sticking to her skin and she had a sudden urge to chug a few litres of ice cold water. This was bad.

- You okay? - Zuko half-whispered, his voice cracking from tiredness.

- Yeah, it's just...hot as hell in here. - she got up and went to the bathroom. She was too exhausted to take a glass, so she drank right from the sink. The bed creaked, meaning that he also got up.

- Are you sure everything's okay? - he rubbed his eyes, speaking in his hoarse, tired voice.

- I feel like I'm melting. It's so hot I swear I'm gonna suffocate. - she said, gulping the water. Even the water didn't seem to be cold enough for her liking, so she had to chill the water with her waterbending.

- I guess it is a little warmer today. - he mumbled, finding her state funny somehow. The heat never bothered him anyway. She noticed him looking around and trying to think of some evil plan, as always.

- A little warmer today…for the love of god. What are you looking at? - she asked, catching eye contact with him in the mirror. He was staring somewhere.

-Nothin'

- You've been staring at the...- she turned to where he was looking. - …bathtub?

- No I wasn't. - he shrugged. His actions didn't really match his words, as he turned the faucet on and plugged the drain.

- Are you seriously gonna take a bath now? It's 2 am.

- No. But you are. - he said, lifting her up bridal style and putting her into the bathtub. Before she could register what's happening, she was in the water, fully clothed.

- whattHEFUCK?! - she shouted, almostjumping when her pijama got wet in the cold water, that splashed around from the impact of her hitting it. It was a shock for a second and then, it was....nice? The air wasn't so suffocating anymore and her skin wasn't burning.

- You'd overheat if I didn't do that. - he smiled and sat down on the floor next to her.

- You could've given me a heads up. Now my clothes are wet.

- They were wet from the sweat anyway. I could’ve told you but naah, seeing your reaction was better. It's not so bad, is it? I mean, you stayed in.

- ...it's not worse. - she half-whispered.

- Just don't think of bloodbending my ass in there, I'm not as hot as you are.

- Aww, you think I'm hot?

- What? Uh-shit. Poor choice of words. I mean, you are, I just didn't mean...nevermind.

- Nah, I can't blame you, I'm hot as shit. - she scoffed, cold water meeting more of her skin and the material of her pijamas.

- Shut up. - he scoffed, which resulted in a splash of water being bended on his face. - That was unnecessary.

- It absolutely was. 

- Okay just find something to keep yourself busy for a few minutes. I'll open the windows, maybe it's gonna help. - Zuko smiled and headed out of the bathroom. In a few minutes of his absence and some chill water calming down the girl’s overheating situation, she felt exhaustion washing over her. She didn’t have to worry about the hotness of the room anymore and her body desperately needed rest. Her eyes grew heavy.

Zuko did manage to help her get out of the bathtub and got her some dry clothes. Then he carried her to the bed, this time not to throw her into another surprise but just to sleep. The room was colder, faint breeze hit their skins thanks to the opened windows from time to time. The sheets didn’t feel like lava anymore and it was good. Good enough to sleep.

- ’night. - she mumbled, getting comfortable.

- goodnight, love. - he mumbled back. She instinctively wanted to snuggle up to him, but he stopped her. - No cuddling for today. Otherwise I’ll have to carry you to the bathtub again.

- ’kay. - she said quietly. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead, before turning to his side. This was the first time in their lives that it was in fact too hot to cuddle.

[heartilywrites]

⠀⠀ ،، 𝓖ive in to Me; Korra

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resume: where you are stubborn and Korra is tired of that.

content warning: fight descriptions, firebender!reader, one minor death description, a small fight, established romantic relationship between Korra and the reader, gn!reader, no use of y/n.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: HI im here to contribute to the cause: not enough Korra fics out there. I got this os idea out of the air, if anyone has any request to make more fics of Korra, or any other character of this universe ehem, let me know ;D I just came back from a writer's block!

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “ 𝓘'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound.ᐣ ”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ With one hand trying to put pressure in a red spot to stop the blood while the other was throwing fire attacks in a desperate manner, you were helping the Krew to fight a group of bandits trying to terrorize a village. One of them was a metalbender who got you off guard and made a deep cut on your left side.

Sweat was dripping down your face, it was notorious how your breathing became irregular by the way your chest was moving and your arm use to bend was starting to ache.

You were tired already and your opponent seemed to notice that, at one point you needed to buy some time to breathe so you decided to make a maximum effort and put your last reservation of energy in taking him out.

You made him back a couple of steps when throwing kicks and fire and at the second you realized he got disoriented, a lightning was shot at him by you. The only sound after the rumble of said element was his body impacting with the floor and your heavy breathing while both hands took place on your knees, trying to calm yourself down.

The voice of the avatar made an echo behind you, she was yelling your name looking for you once everyone was defeated.

You were quick to take a piece of fabric and tie your abdominal area to stop the bleeding; it wasn't that bad of a injury, you thought to yourself, it will heal quickly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “There you are!” The southerner exclaimed when she got eyes on your figure, you were fixing up your hair. “I heard the lightning, are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Course,” you move a little bit to show the body of your opponent, Korra raised her eyebrows. “He's going to be fine. . . I think, don't worry 'bout him!” your hand was fast to reach hers and make her walk beside you. “Are we leaving?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, everyone is on the ship already, you got the farthest.” she said, her brows frown a little bit at the sensation of liquid in the hand she was holding yours. The avatar took away that hand and look at it. “You're bleeding!?” she asked horrified and looked up at you.

You were serene at the situation, you dismissed the seriousness of the injury moving your hand. “It's nothing, Korra, it was a superficial cut, I'll be fine.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you sure? Let me see—” she tried to reach you to look for said cut and you moved away way too quick that made you groan with pain.

The adrenaline was washing away leaving you with a sore body and a stinging pain on the side. Your girlfriend frowned again. “I'm okay! Stop worrying about me! I know how to take care of myself, thank you very much.” you tried to defend yourself, left hand was stretched out to stop her from coming nearer.

The brunette was silent for a bit, she knew how hot-headed you could be when about your problems it was. “But you're not alone anymore! You have me and if you are hurt I want to know so I can help you.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t need your help, I can handle this!” you exclaimed making your way in the airship, interrupting a 'want some fruit pies?' coming from Bolin who only stood there afterwards watching you walk away to rest and turning back at Korra.

The whole team was on silence after the scene, three of them looking confused while Korra looked annoyed.

The rest of the trip back to Air Temple Island you were sleeping without interruptions, that was more than you ever did, your girlfriend took that as a sign of tiredness after the fight and you using the lightning to defend yourself.

Even if you were a pretty skilled lightning bender, it wasn't a bending you used on your daily basis so she didn't know if the use of that defense mechanism was tiring for you or not. In fact, she didn't know much about how you reacted to injuries or problems since you were so reserved with anyone about your weak spots, living in a conservative family where you were taught that any emotion besides courage was a weak and useless emotion that people could use against you.

And Korra knew about that when she met you in a tournament of pro–bending, there's where she fell in love with you.

The avatar tried so hard to break your shell so you could opened up to her and trust in her with everything you did or felt, no success at all it seemed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, we're here.” you heard the voice of your girlfriend, your body moved a bit with a groan of pain and your eyes opened lazy, feeling your eyelids still heavy. “Let's go, you can sleep better in your room.”

A bit slow, you were able to stand up from your sleeping spot. Your eyes were trying to focus on the brunette, blinking a lot when you saw blurry. “Where. . .?” you were able to say hoarsely.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Air temple island, you slept the whole night.” she said giggling a little bit, acting as if the fight before you slept didn't happen. She felt the nuisance in her, but thought maybe it was better to talk it once you were fully well rested.

You nodded and stood up. Black spots started to appear in your visual field and a sensation of dizziness invaded your body; when trying to take a step you stumbled and if Korra wasn't fast enough you could've hit the floor. “I'm okay. . . I. . .”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, no, you are definitely not okay.” she said with a mix of worry and anger in her voice. With so easiness (you really didn't had the strenght to fight her off) she found your cut and her eyes shot open when she saw how deep it was and how soaked your whole side was, your clothes being a tone darker than the fabric usually was. “What the fuck!? You're bleeding out! This is a big cut!”

Your words tangled in your tongue, not making a coherent sentence while trying to stay awake. The southerner was quick to take you in her arms bridal style and almost run inside the temple, asking for help.

Korra was in charge of healing you, once she got access to water her hands moved automatically over your injury. The first contact got a scream out of you and then, you relaxed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You'll be fine, it's okay, darling, you'll be fine.” she said to you, now that there was better light she could see how pale you got overnight. Her teeth got her own inferior lip, nervous about the whole thing. “I'm sorry, I should've insisted last night, you wouldn't have lost so much blood.”

A shush came from your mouth, smiling weak afterwards. “It's not your fault. . . I'm the one who's sorry, I shouldn't be so proud. . .” you frown raised a bit. “I know I should communicate more to you if I want this to work out.” the way you spoke hoarsely made Korra shake a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We'll work on that,” was her response. Once she made sure you were all good, she moved now to help you get all bandaged up to let the cut heal completely. “Together, as we have been doing all this time.” she murmured.

When she was done, she sat at the bed where you were lying and smiled fondly your way. Korra loved you. She loved you so dearly and it was reciprocate, the love both of you felt for the other was so strong to the point of wanting to change for the better, to be the better version of each other that could exist.

The avatar leaned on you to leave a sweet kiss on your lips, caressing your cheek with devotion, you tried not to smile with excitement at the thought of her love being yours and yours only.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know what this also means?” she said interrupting your thoughts after pulling away a little bit to speak to you on whispers, you made a sound of question. “You will have me all on you to take care of you and give you the best pampering sessions.”

You laugh with happiness at the thought of that, another groan left your lips followed by 'stop, you're hurting yourself!' that made you laugh with Korra again. She was careful to lie next to you and take you in arms to take a nap together. Neither of you were slow to get yourselves lost in dreams a minute later.

[kitkatperce]

i do not draw them kissing nearly enough

[quillthrillswriting]

i think that by far, the most common zutara trope i've seen is zuko freeing katara from her unhappy marriage with the clingy, unappreciative aang.

i've always felt that that aang would genuinely worship the ground katara walked on and be exceedingly kind and respectful, and so i've always thought that this trope would make a lot more sense flipped, with aang in the position of being katara's safe space after zukko reverts back to his angry, sullen, lashing out persona that he was before uncle iroh & the gaang's involvement.

this fic is the result of me having the thought "might f around and write a kataang fic that flips the usual zutara trope of "zuko helps katara escape a failing relationship with aang" 😳"

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Zuko was all alone, heading an entire empire and facilitating the transition of his nation from a war-bringer to a force for peace. At first, she told herself that it was only because he had needed help that she chose to stay with him, but that wasn’t being entirely honest. After that play on Ember Island, all of the scenes where the two of them were in love had opened Katara’s eyes to the possibility, and try as she might, she couldn’t shut them again. And Zuko, after all that he’d sacrificed to help them, after redeeming himself in her eyes, even fighting alongside her, he had seemed like her best chance at home. 

So she had stayed with him. 

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Zuko proposed, after just six months, but Katara thought little of the brief timeline. When you know, you know, right? He had given her his mother’s ring, and had her dress in Fire Nation colours for the ceremony. She had been under the impression that the wedding would be a welding of cultures, and so she had spent weeks painstakingly carving a traditional water tribe proposal necklace. 

When she had presented it to him, Zuko had only said that a Fire Lord couldn’t be seen wearing another nation’s trinkets . She had quietly dabbed away her tears when he wasn’t looking.

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The moon rose and set six more nights before Katara rose with it, slipping outside of the castle during the changing of the guard, draped in traditional water tribe colours for the first night in years. Before anyone had seen her, she had made it, slipping between Fire Nation homes almost silently. She only paused to pull clothes and a cloth head covering from a clothesline, silently apologizing to whatever family she had just stolen from. She tucked a couple of coins and a piece of gold jewellery into one of the pockets of the pants still on the clothesline, an attempt at making amends for her crime, then blended into the night again. 

She hadn’t stopped moving until she’d finally found a small forest, then she’d made herself a bed of moss and curled up as if she was a child back on the tundra, pretending to be a sleeping snow fox alongside Sokka.

She missed her brother. She missed her home.

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She knew where she would go once the cargo ship reached the land. The last location Aang had been in was the Western Air temple. So that was where she would go. If she needed to, to find Aang, she’d scour every inch of the mainland. She knew he would do the same for her. Which begged the question- why hadn’t he come to her when he began to feel that something was off?

It was that question that Katara started with, as she settled into a comfortable position on Aang’s woven rug, a cup of hot tea curling steam around her body that she absent-mindedly bent into shapes around her.

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Aang sighed, looking away. “Katara, I hate to give you more reasons to feel distressed, but in case you hadn’t remembered, you told me to stay away. Told me my “juvenile crush” was ridiculous and made you uncomfortable. I felt awful, and so, I backed off. I kept sending letters every couple months, trying to make sure you were okay, but you told me you were too busy, and I respected that.”

Katara’s tone was unsettlingly neutral when she responded. “...What?”

Aang titled his head, confused. “You said, in your letters, that-”

She responded in that same tone. “What letters , Aang?”

♥ the rest of the (completed) fic can be found here!! ->

[loneduet]

Secrets - Part 1

Summary: You love Sokka and it scares you. You don't know what he'll do if he finds out. (Your a firebender)

A/N - ngl I wrote this for myself because of my recurring obsession with this lovable boy.

warnings: kissing, kinda short sorry

Hope you enjoy!

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It all started when I met aang.

I ran way from my home not too long before i met them. Growing up in the fire nation was rough, especially being the emperors daughter. After zuko left to search for the airebender, i soon followed suit and left my status behind. All I ever was to my father was a dissapointment and I couldn't deal with Azula alone.

I was left with few options of where to go. I ended up living undercover in ba sing se where I soon met three kids my age. They were strangers at first, but now I don't know how I lived life without them. They have become my friends. My family.

While I know they are the exact people my brother is hunting down, I couldn't help but join them on their journey. I don't know what I'll do if I have to face my brother, but I know that I will never betray them.

Each of them showed me a kindness I have never known or deserved. Katara immediately accepted me, she loved having another girl be on the conquest and she insisted on braiding my hair everyday. Aang was kind and understanding. Deep down I know that he is aware of the secrets I keep, but he respects my boundaries and he shows me the fun to be had of everyday things. And than theres sokka. He is a completely different story.

When I met him my whole world was changed. At first he was wary of me and my additional presence to the group, but we soon started to get along. Really get along. He was protective and caring. At first glance, i immediantly respected the way that he treated his sister. While they fought like all siblings do, it's obvious that they truly love each other and I know that sokka will take care of her until the end.

I can see that all sokka wants to accomplish is to be a good leader and brother. He doesn't have bending abilities and he has admitted to me that this is one of his greatest insecurities, but it is far from a flaw. He hides a lot of his fear through his stupid jokes and ridiculous attitude, but I have learned to see through his disguise.

I have fallen so incredibly fast for this water tribe boy and he is completely unaware. Knowing his story, I can't let him find out about my past. He will never love me especially if he knows that im fire nation scum.

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"Y/N, do you want to share with me?"

I looked over to see Sokka and his adorable puppy dog eyes looking at me.

"Of course." I giggle, helping him set up the tent.

Due to our constant travels and relocations, we had very few supplies which resulted in only three tents between the four of us. I wasn't complaining though.

"Goodnight Y/N." Aang said, giving me a friendly kiss on the cheek before heading to his tent.

"Yeah, goodnight!" Katara said with a wink. To her, it was obvious that I liked her older brother. She immediantly approved when she found out about it. If only she knew who I was.

I climbed into our shared tent and zipped it up behind me. Sokka was already laying down opening up the covers for me.

It was a normal thing for sokka and I to fall asleep in each other's embrace. Ever since we accidently fell asleep during one of aangs stories we have been inseparable. Sokka claims that he sleeps better because of how warm I naturally am and frankly he helps me keep the nightmares of my dad at bay.

From an outside perspective, our relationship is definitely weird. It's not normal for 'just friends' to cuddle up to each other every night. Deep down though, we both knew that their are feelings, but neither of us wanted to ruin what we have. What we could have.

I slipped under the covers next to him, his water nation blankets being especially fluffy and comfortable. Naturally his arms wrapped around my smaller frame and I tucked my head against his chest. His slow heart beat helped lull me to sleep.

"Y/N?" Sokka asked right before I dozed off.

"Yea?" I softly replied.

He than looks me straight in the eye. "I'm really glad I met you."

The statement takes me aback and I look maintain his eye contact, sitting up.

"Can I kiss you?" I whisper, not being able to help myself any longer.

He doesn't reply but leans forward and captures my lips with his. His body radiates warmth as he scoops me into his lap. I slide my hands into his soft hair that is let out of his usual ponytail. He grunts softly and let's go of my lips and puts his forehead against mine.

"Y/N, I think I love you."

Before he could return to kissing me my entire body freezes. He notices when I tense and looks at me questionably.

"I cant." I reply, leaving the tent in haste. The boy of my dreams watches my figure go, wondering what he did wrong. I cant do this to him. It has to stop.

[linkemon]

Home (Zuko x Reader)

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"ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ. ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ, ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜰʟᴀꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ."

— I'd like a refill of jasmine tea. — Iroh was happily lounging on the couch.

Zuko sighed. His uncle looked almost healthy. He could make the brew himself. However, he willingly took advantage of the privileges of a sick person. The boy was forced to jump around him and serve him. He adjusted the pillows, listened to the nagging and also prepared drinks. The latter took the most time. Iroh was an expert and as a result, he was not satisfied with the first drink he came across. Usually [Reader] saved the situation. As a healer, she knew these things. In addition, she quickly became the favourite of the Dragon of the West.

The prince headed towards the kitchen. He hoped he would find the tray soon. The little temple was truly beautiful but there was a happy mess everywhere. Some rooms were used for drying herbs, others were converted into granaries and others into sick rooms. During the war, this must have been of particular importance. Currently, the only people who visited here were those from the villages below the hill. And now he and his injured uncle too.

[Reader] found them unconscious in the nearby forest. A chance encounter with a unit of Earth Kingdom soldiers ended in disaster. The boy's cuts and bruises healed quickly but he had strained his fire magic. The first day he woke up, he felt a strange emptiness. He couldn't do anything. There was no question of searching for the Avatar in this state. Only three days ago he managed to create a flame large enough to burn the wood in the fireplace. The healer, like Iroh, claimed that the condition of his tired soul was responsible for his illness. So, to heal it, he did all sorts of things. Starting with weeding the garden, sorting medicines and ending with cleaning up after Aiiro. The big, blue peacock gave him the most problems. The extremely proud animal did not like to move. He had to push it as hard as he could to get it to move. Sometimes it even snapped its beak but it never hurt him. After feeding, he felt like hitting it with a broom but he always remembered that it was that thing that had brought him to the temple, so he refrained.

Zuko took the tea leaves, the kettle and the clay cups. He put it all on the tray and headed back towards the living room. However, a familiar voice caught his attention:

— I'll say it one last time. They are my guests. You have no right to demand that I hand them over! — [Reader] was standing at the entrance to the temple.

— Consider this, even if we leave them alone according to the law, they can still convict you of treason. I say this as a friend.

The prince looked at the man behind the door. Slightly worn, green clothes and a straw hat marked the farmer. He must have come from Hefei. There were no other settlements nearby large enough to farm.

— Is this a threat? — The girl clenched her fist. — My family has been serving people for generations. We don't ask who they are, we just treat them. My grandmother delivered your mother, my mother delivered you and I delivered your children...

— That's different! They murdered innocent people! Our entire nation suffers because of them! — Hate burned in the man's eyes.

Zuko knew that look well. Almost everyone looked at him that way. The Earth Nation, the Water Nation, the Fire Nation after they were banished, the Avatar, his sister and most of all, his father. Everyone wanted him gone. He missed his mother. He had the feeling that apart from his uncle, she was the only one who truly loved him. And now he met [Reader] and for the first time in a long time he felt that someone had truly dismissed his mistakes. She looked at him, believing that he had changed, even though she knew how much evil he had done in the past. It was like a warm ray of sunshine after a long winter. That's why he froze with his tray, listening for the answer. He was scared. However, it was not that if he was extradited, he should run away. He was afraid of rejection. A girl standing a few steps away gave him hope. He didn't want to lose her.

— Go away! — The healer pointed to the stairs.

— Pack your bags!

— Are they coming for us? What a pity. I didn't have time to finish my tea. - The general put down his cup sadly.

Zuko was used to his uncle's calmness but [Reader's] composure told him something was wrong.

— Why aren't you packing? — he asked, leading Aiiro out.

— Because I'm not going anywhere. — The girl calmly handed him the saddle.

The prince froze as he reached for the item.

— You're not serious, are you?

— My family has lived here for generations. It is my house. We even survived the Fire Nation War. I will stay here like everyone before me.

The healer passed the boy and began to saddle the peacock. The bird sensed anxiety. He began to pace impatiently in place.

— It's stupid!

— Do you think years of tradition are stupid?

— Yes! If there's a chance you'll die from it, then yes!

Zuko grabbed the strap of his bag. He squeezed it as tight as he could.

— You can heal people anywhere — he added. — I think your ancestors would have wanted you to do this, even if not in this temple.

— I won't be able to help. There are all the plants and books here and…— Her voice broke. — Here's everything I know, Zuko. I grew up here. How do I leave it? — Tears welled up in her eyes.

— I know what it's like to leave home — he took a deep breath — but it will get better with time.

The moment of exile flashed before his eyes. When his father declared him a traitor, he lost his home. Since then, he has been desperately trying to get it back. Every step in recent years was supposed to bring him closer to his goal. His search for the Avatar brought him to this place. So did he have the right to ask her to leave? If he could turn back time, would he oppose the general? Would he agree to Agni Kai with his father? He wasn't sure. Yet he tried to force someone to voluntarily abandon their home.

He looked over the white marble columns. Over a dozen or so days, he managed to like the atmosphere of this place. The scents of lemon trees and flowers surrounded him. There were many little creatures living in the garden. He saw frogs, butterflies and birds. Even snails, although they destroyed crops. [Reader] didn't have the heart to kill them. Fat koi fish swam lazily in the pond. He felt at peace as he crossed the bridge over them. He felt like the last time he felt this feeling was when he and his mother were feeding the ducks. He was a little boy then. The times when they formed a family together with Azula and their father seemed very distant.

And now he had the impression that he was on vacation on the Amber Island again and like a child he didn't have to worry about anything. The curtains on the temple terrace fluttered slightly. He sat in the shade on soft pillows. A healer was sitting opposite him in the sun. Iroh poured tea for everyone while explaining the rules of pai sho. He set up the board, chattering happily. Zuko paid no attention to the ongoing conversation. He smelled fresh laundry. It was hanging on a string a little further away. His nose also told him that another batch of herbs was drying nearby. He took a sip of the warm drink. It had a mild, chamomile aftertaste. He bit into the cereal cookie, enjoying the crunch of the dried fruit. He glanced at [Reader] and saw Ursa for a moment. However, the impression quickly dissipated. He laughed at his uncle's weak joke as he moved his pawn. He knew he was losing because he wasn't focusing on the rules. He should be annoyed. After all, he was wasting his time and Aang was still enjoying his freedom. Still, this moment seemed too beautiful to care. The undisturbed idyll was stuck in his head. For some reason, he remembered this ordinary afternoon the best. He felt that it would come back to him again.

It was difficult for him to leave this place. It was hard for him to admit it to himself. Waking up at dawn on a cold morning, breakfasts with freshly brewed tea, hand-dug vegetables for dinner, afternoon walks in the shade of trees, afternoon teas with games, dinners by the warm fireplace and nightly reading of books — all this would now become just a memory. He knew he would leave this place one day, so why did it hurt inside like he was thirteen again?

— Zuko, get in, we don't have time! — The general grabbed Aiiro's reins.

Is it really about the place? This question occupied his mind.

He looked at [Reader]. He realized that he had been wrong so far. This house was not created by shapes, colours and smells but by her. Without her, none of the images flashing through his head would exist.

The boy threw all his supplies out of the bag and handed it to the girl.

— What are you...

— Take all the seeds and books you can fit in here. We will hold them until your return! — The flame flared up above the prince's fingertips.

— Better late than never! — Iroh, pleased, pointed to his nephew's fire.

Was this the balance they talked about so much? Now had his soul finally found a good reason to release the embers?

He created a wall of fire. It burned as brightly as when he fought Azula. He felt strangely calm. There was no nervous, battle fever about it. It was replaced by composure mixed with the belief that what he was doing was right.

Zuko looked up. That night, the starry sky was decorated with hundreds of constellations. The moon lit the way and the dense summer beneath them. Aiiro flapped his powerful wings, creating strong gusts of air. Uncle's loud snoring could be heard from the saddle.

— Zuko. — The girl's quiet voice woke him from his thoughts.

— You're not sleeping yet? — he sighed.

— I could not fall asleep. — She moved closer.

Up there it was hard to hear what others were saying. The wind effectively drowned out the words.

— Me neither — he admitted.

He knew it would be a long time before he forgot about the hill temple. The envious inhabitants of Hefei used his fire in anger. They burned everything that could be destroyed. From the peacock's back he saw first a burning glow and then thick, gray smoke. Ash danced in the cool air along with shreds of pages from ancient books.

— Thank you. — [Reader] wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.

— What for? For burning down your house? — There was regret in his voice.

— You know very well that you didn't burn it.

The prince knew that what she was saying was true. And yet he didn't realize how much he needed to hear it from her.

— If I had stayed there, who knows…— She looked behind her. — Maybe I wouldn't be here anymore.

— I couldn't leave you there because…— The unspoken words hung between them.

He was afraid of another loss. That was the truth. He managed to trust someone and didn't want to face the pain again.

The healer spread her arms. He tentatively snuggled into her. She still smelled of flowers and herbs. Her hair tickled his face. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to cry. He didn't know why he was crying anymore. Was it from longing for a temple or a palace? Was it for family and a future that could never exist or for [Reader] who could be dead? Was he crying for himself or for others? It didn't matter. He sobbed like a little child, who deep inside he still was. In the cool air, hundreds of meters above the ground, the firebender found warmth.

[iloveboysinred]

Shouting from the rooftops, i’m in love [Firelord Zuko]

Quick little Part 2 for i wont say I’m in love, just to end the story off with fluff. Accidentally deleted so i’m reposting!

Cw; none, fluff pg.13, zuko x gn reader

The following months after defeating Firelord Ozai had been a chaotic blur for Zuko.

Not wasting a breath he descended to the throne, once again it felt like the world was on his shoulders. He had a whole plethora of new responsibilities that came with being the firelord, especially now that he bore the task of healing the pain his nation had inflicted on the people of the world.

So why was he here, back at his beach house on Ember Island with you and the rest of team Avatar?

Well, to put it simply Zuko needed a second to breathe. He had felt guilty about it at first, putting a pause to the mountains of tasks he had to complete in the name of restoring peace to the world– but the stress of being at war with his own mind and in real life, hunting the avatar down for years, adding on the trauma of dealing with his father, and then to top it all off having to now make important diplomatic decisions while being watched, poked and prodded by everyone, it didn’t take much for you and the gaang to convince him he needed a break.

Especially you.

Zuko had never stopped thinking about that night, his hand subconsciously coming up to ghost over his cheek, right over the spot you had kissed him every time he saw you. It was hard to forget even when he tried, his chest feeling fuzzy when he caught glimpses of the necklace he had gotten for you that you still kept, still safely tucked under your clothes. He was over the moon when you’d decided to stay in the fire nation after his coronation. The two of you had begone to grow exceptionally close over the past months. Yet you still couldn’t find it in you to confess to each other. Zuko’s affection was painfully obvious to everyone but you, apparently.

It was hard to breathe when he was around you, Zuko trying his best to put up a confident front, trying to show the others that he could act normally around you, making himself look even more guilty of his feelings. The others would snicker and coo at you whenever you were together, making Zuko’s breath leave his lungs, wheezing from the embarrassment. It was double the mortification when you would try to help him, asking if he was okay.

Toph and Sokka never let him live it down, bringing it up every now and again just to get his flustered on purpose. He’d accepted his feelings for you a long time ago, when Iroh casually asked him about you. Zuko had spilled out all the symptoms of being in love, rambling on and on about you. Iroh just smiled, bringing his tea cup up to his lips, enjoying the look of realization coming over Zuko’s face. “Sounds like you like them, nephew.” Zuko had turned away, trying to hide his warming cheeks.

He thought about you now, sitting on the beach with the others running around splashing each other, and using their bending. A few feet away Suki and Sokka were building a sand castle, too enthralled with each other to pay any attention to what he was doing.

Zuko glanced at you, laying back on the towel you had brought with you, a big sun hat covering your face, shielding your eyes from the sunlight. He admired the red jewel laying on the side of your chest, gleaming in the sunlight. He jumped when you started to sit up, tilting the sun hat back, rapidly blinking your eyes to get your vision clear. “Hey Zuko, do you know anywhere we can get something to drink around here?” He stilled for a brief second, trying to find the words to answer your sudden question. “Uh..yeah! We can go to this shack- around here, somewhere!” He cringed at his voice, he sounded like he was heaving dry air. Why was he so awkward? You’ve been living in the same palace for months now. He breathed out in relief when You nodded at him, getting to your feet and dusting the sand off the back of your thighs. “Let’s go, I’m seriously thirsty..”

You and Zuko walked along the beach in awkward silence, the warm sand kicking up with every anxious foot step you took. “So uh- it’s pretty warm out here, since we’re in the fire nation… it’s always- um, warm?” He could tell you knew he was trying to make conversation, and his heart warmed when you went along with it, agreeing that the fire nation was indeed very warm and that it felt nice, adding on a compliment about his skin getting tanner. It’s been a complete turn around to when you first met each other. He would speak and you would ignore him, giving him the cold shoulder and pretending he wasn’t even there, now he’d been graced with the beauty of your smile and voice. Just absolutely smitten with everything that was you.

Approaching the shack you felt a sigh of relief, waiting patiently behind an old couple in front of you. “That mango sorbet looks refreshing. Maybe I should get that and a smoothie, and we can share it?” Zuko prompted, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You agreed, deciding it was the most cost-efficient, but also agreeing because he wanted to share. You felt your heart swell in your chest, the idea of spoon feeding Zuko sorbet on the beach making you giddy. You forced yourself to act cool, fiddling with your necklace to release your anxious energy.

Finally the couple received their order, and you and Zuko walked up to the cashier, placing your order and deciding to sit down under a palm tree, taking turns eating from the sorbet, spoonful after spoonful.

The relief from the cool treat was so satisfying you almost forgot your plan. You tried to casually dip your spoon into the sorbet, only crashing into Zuko’s spoon that was going in for another scoop. You looked at each other, frozen in place for a second. You could feel your face warming, taking a breath for courage and lifting the spoon to his lips, your heart skipping a beat at his expression. He rigidly took the spoon into his mouth, eating the sorbet and reaching his spoon up to yours, his cheeks warming when you returned his actions, humming in satisfaction.

Eventually the sorbet was finished and the sun was lowering in the sky. You and Zuko had spent the day chatting and enjoying the sun, the both of you casually laying next to each other, much more comfortable than you were before. You stole a glance at him while he talked, his gravelly voice making your heart throb. His eyes flitted to yours, shyly averting his gaze when he noticed your stare, but you didn’t falter, scooting closer to him, laying your cheek on his shoulder. You could feel him tense up, and you begged the spirits for courage. “Zuko” you heard what you could only describe as a choked hum, feeling his skin begin to warm under your cheek. “Can you look at me?” he turned slowly, honey gold eyes glazed over with warmth and an expression on his face you could only pin as hesitancy. “Yeah?” he was whispering now, searching your face for any clue for what you could be thinking, his heart was beating so fast he was starting to become concerned that you might kill him. “I think I'm falling in love with you.” You sounded so sure, it took his breath away. Utter exhilaration coursing through his body, but he just couldn’t move, gaping at you like a fish out of water. “I-i–” “You love me back, I know” you finished for him, although your claim came off as arrogant, you held your breath in anticipation for what he would say. “You’re right, I do.” He looked at you now, genuine emotion in his unwavering eyes, the air of seriousness around him letting you know he was being sincere. Relief washed over you and a smile graced your face, timidly leaning forward, pressing a fleeting kiss to Zuko’s lips. But he yanked you back, molding his lips onto yours and giving you a proper kiss.

The walk back to the beach house felt too short, you and Zuko too absorbed with basking in each other’s company. The others greeted you with hoots and hollers, Toph chanting “I knew it!” extending her hand out towards Suki in triumph. You reluctantly leaned away from Zuko, trying to protect him from the slew of teasing remarks that were soon to come, but he pulled you back towards him, a small smile on his face. “Aww look at them, so in loooove” Kitara cooed, glancing at Aang with a knowing look. “Yup, I was right. Zuko likes y/n” Sokka boasted, coming up next to Zuko and patting his shoulder. He only smiled, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you leaned up and returned the gesture on his cheek, ignoring the mocked noises of disgust from your friends.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Sokkla Saturdays: Earth & Mars

Summary: combining last weeks and this weeks prompts - Azula often finds herself blurring the line between love and hate.

Hunger.

Love.

In a way they are the same emotion.

She has never felt things in the ways that people tell her she should. 

Slash!

Blast!

The fire reflects on his blade before it deflects.

He charges at her as she charges at him.

Resentment.

Desire.

These can also sometimes become one and the same. 

Sometimes she doesn’t know where one ends and the other begins.

Clang!

Sizzle!

It is a bizarre love language.

Sokka doesn’t realize that he is fluid in it.

“Idiot!”

“Heartless!”

One word and he looks as though she has burned him physically.

Somehow that hurts more than the slash on her cheek.

Crash!

Explode!

His sword misses its mark and he lands belly down.

Her fire blasts a crater just shy of where he has landed.

“Weak!”

“Cruel!”

He says that he isn’t weak but rather that he is facing someone ludicrously powerful.

She says that if she were that he would be a pile of bones and ashes right now.

Offense.

Spite.

One leads to the other.

Her mind finds clarity in spite and in clarity she offense has no worth.

Punch!

Slap!

He clutches his stomach and goes down on his knees. 

She wishes that he would punch her like he punches Zuko.

“Why?”

“Because.”

He needs to stop asking stupid questions.

They are at war and she has a job to do.

Swipe!

Jab!

It is almost over for him. 

He never had a chance.

“Pathetic!”

“Evil.”

He says that she wouldn’t think so if she knew what it was like to start from the bottom.

She is not! she swears it.

Guilt

Pride

She often feels these at the same time.

She hates that he takes her moment from her with that sad sad sorry expression.

Leap!

Shove!

She should have known that he had more fight in him.

She shouldn’t be amused in the slightest but she is.

“Interesting.”

“Beautiful.”

She should have kept her thoughts to herself.

She shouldn’t have closed their proximity so much. 

Inhale.

Exhale. 

He smells like brine and she smells like smoke. 

They smell strangely nice together. 

Hate.

Love.

There is a line between the two and she thinks that she constantly crosses it.

She is crossing it again

[astarrafterdark]

What if Jet was released from Lake Laogai and couldnt remember that he hated firebenders. He meets Smellerbee again and is surprised to see her because of his brainwashing, but happy nonetheless. She is surprised by the realization that he doesnt hate firebenders anymore, but doesnt say anything because she wants him to leave their old ways behind.

Settling into life in Ba Sing Se, Jet explores the city until one day, he walks by a tea shop - The Jasmine Dragon. He's drawn into the shop by a handsome boy with a scar pouring tea for a customer who seems familiar to Jet somehow. His eyes are locked on the oblivious tea server as he approaches him.

"Hey I'm Jet" he says to the object of his interest who looks up from his tray with bewilderment. What he asked in his head was "how could he forget me so quickly?" To Jet, whose face he could never forget, he replied "Lee" and paused "nice to meet you"

[avatqr]

Please Stay [zuko x reader]

-please enjoy this one shot I came up with in the middle of night:3

-some extra info you might want: You are apart a noble family in the fire nation, Your father is a Commanding officer and serving in the war

Things have been so great with Zuko for such a long time. Since his he has returned from his banishment and started talking to his father again things were looking up.

We spent all of our days together, running through the royal palace, trying the best restaurants in town, sitting down and having tea with his uncle. I have one specific memory though, I wasn't doing so well. I was running a high fever and throwing up nonstop. The smell did not leave my bathroom for weeks! Zuko stuck by me the entire time though. He made me soup, tea, fetched me water, held my hair the whole deal. I could never thank him enough for that. Things were going well for not just him but for us. I loved him so much and he loved me. That's how it always was. That's how it was always supposed be. But after a few months something changed. I don't know when I started to notice the changes. Zuko was suddenly distant, less excited. It was was almost like the fire in his eyes has went out. I spent countless nights awake in my bed worrying about what could be wrong. Was it me? Did I make him angry?

I was walking through the palace, I had finally heard my father was back from Ba Sing Se. I make my way down the dark flaming hallway. I saw Zuko walking a ways down, I ran up to him and just walked by him silently waiting for him to greet me like he normally does but this time I get no greeting. We walked in silence for awhile listening to the flames rumble and the way our steps sounded together. The silence was tearing me apart. I finally broke.

"Why haven't you said anything?" I whispered. The tension was choking me. A chain is around my neck, a whisper was all I could manage.

"Me and Azula talked last night, and I have been thinking about some things. And I.." Zuko stopped talking. He let out a heavy sigh and turned to walk the other way.

"What has been wrong with you this past couple of weeks?" The chains that have been suppressing me suddenly start falling off. "I have done nothing but been there for you before and after your banishment!" I exclaimed. He was still faced away from me, he looked calm and collected unaffected by my words. "Your just going to stand there and say nothing! I bent over backwards for you, proving my love fixing your reputation. Fixing your mistakes!" I screamed. He turned and faced me he no longer looked calm and collected. He looked frustrated and hurt.

"I never asked you to do that! I never asked for your help. I never wanted or needed your help." He exclaimed.

I felt hurt by his words. I felt the tears starting to well in my eyes, "Are you saying you don't even apricate my help?" He said nothing. All of the sudden I was angry again. "I hate you! Be a coward and run away for all I care. Without me your what? A traitor to the fire nation and a fugitive?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." He whispered. He walked off and I never saw him again until 2 weeks later.

I woke up to the sound of my door being opened. I jumped out of bed and opened the curtain to reveal who it was. It was Zuko.

"What are you doing here? You don't talk to me for two weeks now all the sudden your in my room in the middle of the night! Who do you you think you are?" I said sharply. He was wearing all black with a mask and hood. really does no good because you can still see him in the full moon. I look down and in his left hand is a scroll rolled perfectly wrapped in a red ribbon with a nicely knotted bow.

"I'm sorry..I have to do this." He set the scroll on the desk and ran out of the room. I ran out after him.

I chased him all over town. He was trying to escape me but I wouldn't let him. I didn't understand what was happening. Was he running away? I cried and yelled out for him. I just wanted to talk. And I didn't want to yell this time I didn't want to get angry. I never meant to hurt Zuko. I still love him so incredibly much. I don't understand why we won't except my help, why he keeps running away from me. I continue running after him until we reach the docks outside the city.

"Please just talk to me!" I pleaded

"You wouldn't understand. The avatar is alive. I don't want to be around when the news gets around."

"That's really what your worried about?"

He looks at me, his eyes start tearing up. "Do you know what my father would do to me? He already disowned me once. I have made so many mistakes, I am an embarrassment to him! To our family! To the royal name!" He yelled. I could hear the hurt and the fear in his voice. It made my heat feel heavy. I just wanted to give him a hug.

"I have to kill the avatar. For my honor." He looked at me with tears in eyes. But after hearing him say that all my empathy washed away with the roaring waves that were crashing against the dock. I hate it when Zuko talks about his honor. His destiny. It fills me with rage that he lets his family dictate his path.

"Your honor!?" I shouted. I started stomping toward him. "Shut up with this honor thing! This is not your destiny! You understand what killing the avatar would do to the world? Of course you don't understand! Your running away because your afraid! Not because you feel the need to restore you honor." I grabbed the collar of shirt and pulled him to me and looked at him. My face filled with frustration and disappointment.

"You know what maybe I am afraid! Maybe I'm afraid my father will burn me to death this time! I am always the fool! I am looked down upon every single day! I am a fraud. I am not the great prince I am destined to be." He started to sob.

"Your going to throw everything we had away because your afraid? I'm here for you always, always Zuko. Please let me help you. Please don't run away from me." I started to cry too. It breaks my heart hearing him cry.

"I'm not the man you need. You need someone strong and who can protect you. Your right. Last time we talked, I am a coward. I'm running away from my problems and I don't want to accept the help that's offered to me."

"Zuko.. your are more than enough for me. I can't imagine myself with anyone but you. It's like you were put on this earth for me. Please! You don't have to go through this alone. You don't have to go through anything alone! Just please don't leave me!" I clung onto him and sobbed hysterically like a child. But in that moment my heart was being torn right out my chest.

"I'm sorry.. I love you." He didn't look at me, nor did he hug me back. He gently pushed me off and started boarding a boat. I couldn't believe it. He just walked away. He said I love you but did he even mean it? He didn't even look at me.

"So that's it?! Your just going to leave? After everything we've been through? Zuko Please!" I cried out to him. I begged on my knees even and pleaded but none of my efforts were enough to make him stay. I watched him disappear into the night. The walk home was depressing. It was raining, my pajamas were soaking wet and the smell of wet concrete and metal filled the air. I made my way home in the dark following the line of street lamps that have been extinguished from the rain. When I got home I sat on the edge my bed staring at the neatly tied scrolled placed on the table. I pick it up. I read it.

"My dear love, I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. But this is the only way I can find my own destiny. Everything you have taught me about life I will cherish forever. Our memories I will cherish forever. Don't think because I am leaving means I don't love you. Because I love you very dearly. You encouraged and inspired me in so many different ways. I will be back for you. Someday I won't need your help. I am tired of finding the strength to keep going here. I am tired of being ridiculed and silenced. I wouldn't have made it any longer staying here. Please try to understand. I want to be strong so I can help you. And be strong for you. I have thought of you every single day since I have met you and I will continue to think of you."

I cried for the rest of the night.