byakuya x reader, pre-relationship, a little silly, a little flirty. <1k
"I didn't know the Lord Kuchiki cooked."
The kitchen in the Kuchiki Estate was more elegant than you could fathom. Every surface was made with only the highest quality material, and the galley corridor extended further than the length of a Soul Reaper's standard-issue bedroom.
Byakuya moved about the space in a practiced manner, with every confidence in the tools he gathered, which ingredients were stocked. You'd anticipated sitting down to a dinner served by his staff when he invited you to share a meal after one of your usual evening strolls.
Byakuya prepped without disruption as he responded. "You sound surprised."
"Not surprised," you chimed. "Just amused." The number of ingredients on the counter gradually began to increase and you felt a bit sheepish. "I can help, you know."
"This meal is more complex than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." The sound of a knife on a chopping board accented his words.
A broad smile bloomed across your lips as you recalled the time you brought your newfound favorite snack to sparring practice for him to try. "Don't pretend you don't like them."
"If you would like to help, you may set the table." He pretended to ignore your comment, but there was no denying the amount of times you split the sweet sandwich in half to share.
Rather than prod him further, you scoured his kitchen for dishes and organized them carefully at the table in the next room while Byakuya fired up the stove, eventually filling the space with a warm, savory aroma. With the table set for two, you hopped up onto the cool stone of his kitchen counter, your feet dangling playfully as you waited. Byakuya stepped away from the stove and stopped when he saw you, haphazardly sat like you owned the place.
"This is serious business," he said, mildly exasperated.
"You're always doing serious business." You leaned back on your hands in challenge of the order he kept over his life.
A shimmer in his eye was the only detail to give up his facade of annoyance before he stepped closer, encroaching on your space as he braced his hand on the cabinet above you. Your face grew warm as his hips slotted between your knees and his gaze descended upon you. You betrayed yourself by looking at his lips.
He opened his mouth, drawing you in only a little closer. "Watch your head," he said bluntly.
Your mind screeched to a halt as you processed his words. A hot shade of red crawled up your neck as you leaned forward, allowing Byakuya to open the cabinet behind you. Any gratitude that Byakuya couldn't see your face washed away as his scent flooded your senses - lavishly clean with dizzying notes of sakura, green tea, and something wholly him.
Before you could take another breath, Byakuya vanished with his newfound ingredient and returned to his cooking. You stared daggers into his back as he worked over the flame, seemingly oblivious to the obvious effect he had on you.
Eventually your pout shifted to an expression of wonder as you watched him carefully tend to your meal. Infrequently were Byakuya's hands fully visible, often covered across the back and around his wrists with bracers. They seemed steadier, stronger than those of the boy you grew up with. The dark sleeves of his Shihakusho were rolled up and your eyes caught on the slight ripple of his forearms as he moved.
"Would you like to taste it?" Byakuya's words seemed in harmony with the gentle sizzle of the pan, so much that you didn't register the question at first.
"Hmm?" Your stomach growled as Byakuya scooped a small heap of sauteed vegetables onto a spoon, holding it out to you. Mindlessly, you opened your mouth to receive it.
Before Byakuya could think better of it, he gently fed you the carefully prepared bite. Your lips closed around the spoon before he slid it away, your eyes fluttering closed as the flavor hit your tongue. He stood motionless as you savored it, whether in awe of you or blindsided by his actions, he couldn't say.
"That," you said hungrily as you opened your eyes, "is delicious."
Byakuya blinked, turning back to the stove to hide the blooming flush on his face. "Good. It's almost ready."
(as i scroll through tumblr looking at all the posts) hmm⊠beneath me, beneath me, juvenile⊠petty and childish⊠beneath me⊠this one is good. beneath me, juvenile, beneath me
adult fire lord zuko x fire lady firebender reader | mdni. | wc: 3,1k
summary: in which the Fire Lady has meetings to attend, and a kingdom to help run, but first she has to track down her missing husband and daughter.
content: adult!fire lord zuko x fire lady!reader, established marriage, domestic fluff, princess izumi, family dynamic, light humor, kissing, druk cameo, gaang mention.
note: no poorfread. hopefully i didnât accidentally break any avatar lore along the way. based on this request.âĄ
Your schedule had begun before the first bleeding of gold on the horizon. By midday, you had listened to three tiresome petitions, settled a petty dispute between rival merchants, and reviewed the exhaustive plans for the upcoming Festival of Harmony celebrations. You had also sat through an agonizingly circular meeting that, by all rights of efficiency, should have been reduced to a single sheet of parchment.
When you finally settled onto the high dais, you made sure to leave room beside you for your husband out of habit.
Zuko had slipped back into the palace sometime after midnight, fresh from a self-proclaimed 'sidequest' with your friends.
You had fully intended to coax the details out of him over breakfast, especially since you had remained in the capital to shoulder the festival preparations alone. That, and ensuring Princess Izumi completed her calligraphy lessons instead of smoothly convincing her tutor that practicing dragon doodles (her current obsession) counted as proper penmanship.
Unfortunately, the Fire Lord had arrived only hours before the start of your day, and left you to have breakfast on your own. You could only assume he had marched on to his next obligation.
The meeting before you was merely a dragging continuation of yesterdayâs discussions regarding the festival. Most of the ministers had already begun rustling through their thick documents when Minister Qin looked up, clearing his throat.
âShould we expect the Fire Lord today, Fire Lady?â
The question was met with a few curious glances around the chamber.
You looked at the heavy iron-wood doors. At the back of the room, your chief attendant caught your eye. Nara shook her head.
âI would certainly like to,â you replied, a practiced smile gracing your lips. âBut until he arrives, I suppose youâll all have to settle for me.â
A few ministers chuckled quietly, the tension thawing. âIt is always an honor, Fire Lady.â
You smoothed the silk of your robes, leaning forward. âShall we continue where we left off yesterday, then?â
By the time you finally emerged from the council chamber, the sharp headache brewing behind your eyes had become impossible to ignore. As had the Fire Lordâs absence.
You found Nara waiting outside, a heavy stack of parchment tucked securely beneath her arm, two younger attendants trailing like shadows behind her.
âYou did wonderfully, my lady,â one of them said, stepping forward to adjust the heavy drape of your sleeve.
âThank you. Has Princess Izumi shown herself around the courtyard today?â
The two attendants exchanged a quick glance before shaking their heads.
That was unusual. Izumi practically lived to lie in wait outside the council chamber, eager to ambush you and accompany you through the rest of your royal duties after lunch whether she had been formally invited or not.
âNot at all, my lady,â Nara replied, her fingers tracing the edge of her ledger. âI can send someone to check the tutoring rooms.â
âYes, please do.â
Nara tilted her head toward a passing attendant, a single look conveying the command.
You let out a long exhale, rotating your shoulders to ease the tension from the dais.
âAlright. Letâs move on to the next task.â
The group fell into a rhythmic step beside you.
âSo, up next we have a fitting for the banquet,â Nara recited, her eyes scanning her notes. âThe floral committee requires your final approval on the centerpieces. The palace artist is also requesting another sitting for your portraitâŠâ
You let out a groan, the sound catching in your throat.
A glimpse of Zuko would have been a saving grace by now. A kiss (preferably, something slow and entirely improper for the daytime) was out of the question. Even stealing a few moments together in an empty room or corridor, the way you used to during your first years as Fire Lady, felt like a luxury from another lifetime.
ââŠand the dressmakers would like to discuss alterations,â Nara continued mercilessly. âThat is for the immediate hour, but we could begin the trade research before the next council meeting if you wish.â
âWe would need the Fire Lord for that,â you noted. âItâs vital heâs aware of the terms before we draft the decree.â
You pressed the tips of your fingers against your temple, soothing the pulse there, just as a breathless attendant hurried toward you.
He dropped into a low bow.
âMy lady.â
âYes?â
âPrincess Izumi is not in the learning room. Her tutor claims she exceeded the expectations of the day, so she was allowed a few hours of rest.â
You nodded.
âThank you very much for your assistance.â
The attendant bowed once more before quickly retreating down the hall.
Turning back to your staff, you crossed your arms.
âDo we have a single clue where my husband is hiding? Or is today the national day of missing royals?â
âI-I heard a guard mention the Fire Lord was at the eastern training grounds,â one attendant offered hesitantly.
âToday is his rest day,â the other countered. âI saw him heading toward the palace library earlier this morning, my lady.â
Your eyes narrowed. âIs Druk, perhaps⊠missing from the royal stables as well?â
Both attendants nodded.
You looked directly at Nara.
Zuko wouldn't simply vanish with Izumi without a word. Not because he was incapable of it; he had spirited her away countless times since she was a baby because, according to him, the dragon-back air helped her relax; but he never did so without leaving a note, or a whisper, or a touch against your shoulder to let you know.
The absence of the Fire Lord was one thing.
The absence of the princess was another.
But together? The pair were almost certainly up to something devious. Not the dangerous, nation-shaking kind of trouble. The fun kind. And, if you were being completely honest with yourself as you stood in the corridor, you couldnât help the sharp twist of jealousy at being left behindâŠ
Nara closed her ledger with a decisive snap, watching your expression.
âGo look for them, my lady.â
You looked at her. âBut the fittingââ
âWe will manage the dressmakers, they probably will appreciate to have some food anyway,â Nara assured you. âAnd we will find you if they grow restless. No need to worry.â
You gave her a grateful nod.
âVery wellâŠâ
You turned on your heel and set off down the corridor, adjusting your robes with a newfound purpose, completely unaware of where your husband and daughter had escaped to, but entirely intent on catching them in the act.
The palace grew less noisy the farther you ventured from the central corridors. You decided to check the royal library first.
No Fire Lord. Just rows of ancient scrolls and a very confused head archivist.
A quick detour to the training grounds proved equally fruitless; the sun-baked court was empty, save for a few master guards practicing their forms in the heat.
With a growing list of places to cross off, you pivoted toward the western gardens.
As you neared the threshold of the outer courtyard, a guard stationed near the archway caught sight of your silks.
âYour Majesty,â he murmured, offering a bow.
You slowed your pace, pausing just a few feet away.
âHave you seen the Fire Lord and Princess Izumi, by any chance?â you asked, maintaining a polite smile that hid the storm brewing beneath your surface.
Because if the Fire Lord and the heir to the throne had truly conspired to vanish for an entire afternoon without alerting a single member of the staff, they were both about to receive a very thorough piece of your mindâŠ
âYou will find them just ahead, Fire Lady,â the guard replied, gesturing toward the garden. âThey have been there for some time.â
You raised an eyebrow, offering a brief nod of thanks before continuing down the path.
The deeper you drifted into the estate's private sanctuary, the more the outside world seemed to dissolve. The distant clatter of servants, the drone of ministers, and the sheer weight of your daily obligations faded, replaced only by the gentle rustle of open-air bamboo and the soft crunch of gravel beneath your slippers.
A flash of familiar crimson stretched across the grass caught your attention.
Druk was sprawled comfortably beneath the high afternoon sun, his scales absorbing the heat like rubies. With renewed determination, you stepped around the massive curve of the dragon's tail, ready to demand an explanation.
Your daughter sat cross-legged in the grass, a big leather-bound tome propped open in her lap. It was an advanced text on history of the world, far beyond the reading level of a five-year-old. Which meant she was almost certainly fabricating the entire narrative.
ââŠand then the dragon became Fire Lord becauseeee he is very powerful, you know,â Izumi informed the page, her tiny brow furrowed in absolute seriousness. She traced a finger over a detailed woodblock print of a map. ââŠbut it was very difficult because dragons do not wear shoes. It was very tragicâŠâ
You bit the inside of your cheek as you felt laughter threatening to ruin your entrance.
Right beside her sat Zuko. Or rather, he was completely dead to the world. As in, he was taking a nap.
One of his broad arms rested loosely around your daughterâs shoulders while he reclined back against Drukâs warm, rise-and-fall flank. The dragon seemed equally invested in the collective afternoon nap, the tip of his tail curving lazily around the patch of grass to form a protective barrier, keeping the outside world at bay.
Izumi delicately turned a heavy parchment page.
ââŠso then the dragon made a law that everyone must stop wearing shoes!â
An elegant solution to a complex political crisis, apparently.
You simply stared, letting the sheer absurdity of the scene wash over you. Your husband had missed the meeting you carried on, and somehow, he had ended up playing mattress to a dragon while your daughter dictated constitutional reforms for shoeless mythical reptiles⊠By all rights of the schedule, you should have still been annoyed.
Instead, your gaze lingered on the way Izumi leaned closer into her fatherâs side with every page she turned, making sure he remained part of her little world even while unconscious.
You took a soft step forward.
A stray twig yielded beneath your shoe.
Izumiâs head shot up instantly, her golden eyes widening as they locked onto yours.
âMama!â she gasped.
You quickly raised a single finger to your lips. âShhhh.â
The little girl slapped both hands over her mouth.
You walked closer, stepping onto the grass to look down at Zuko. He let out a slow breath in his sleep, his thumb twitching where it rested on Izumi's shoulder. His head remained tilted to the side, his sharp jawline relaxed. With his hair worn half-down, the long, dark strands fell softly around his face, framing his features and catching the filtered sunlight, while the top was gathered into the small, golden headpiece of the Fire Lord.
You crouched down right beside them. The temptation was simply too great; you leaned in, reaching out to gently brush a loose strand of hair away from his forehead, when Izumi decided to shatter the silence.
Pointing a dramatic finger at her father, she said at a full-volume shout:
âPapa is sleeping!â
At the sudden noise, Zukoâs eyes snapped open. He bolted upright, instincts kicking in as a barrage of disoriented questions tumbled out of him.
âWhat? Who? Izumiâ?â His panic ground to a sudden halt the moment his gaze landed on you. The frantic edge vanished from his face, replaced by a sheepish grin. âOh. HiâŠâ
âHello, Zu. How was the nap?â you asked with a smile, smoothly catching the massive history book just as your daughter tossed it your way.
Before the book even cleared the air, Izumi threw herself face-first across her father's lap.
âOwââ Zuko huffed.
âPapa! You fell asleep!â she accused, burying her face into his chest.
âI apologize, IzumiâŠâ he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep as his arms wrapped around her to keep her steady.
You couldn't help but smile, shifting your weight as you crossed your arms. âSo, how exactly did the two of you manage to go missing together?â
âWellâŠâ Zuko cleared his throat, trying to find his regal composure while simultaneously anchoring your daughter. Izumi had already moved, flipping over onto her stomach across his lap, stretching her small arms out as she desperately tried to reach a wildflower growing just out of bounds on his other side.
Holding her securely by the waist, Zuko looked up at you. âIzumi and I crossed paths right after my morning session. She told me that her tutor had granted her some free time, and that she was heading out to find Druk to read him a story.â
You let out a soft gasp, catching your daughter's eye.
âOn your own, little lady?â
âYep!â Izumi chirped. She didn't even look up, entirely invested in her rescue mission for the flower, her legs kicking in the air.
You shook your head with a sigh, your focus going back to Zuko, who gave you a helpless look.
â⊠Of course, I wasnât about to let her wander the grounds unattended,â Zuko continued, guiding Izumi just an inch closer so she could finally snag the stem. âI accompanied her, fully intending to head straight back to the council chamber once she was settled with Druk. ButâŠâ
âBut my stories made him sleepy,â Izumi finished for him. She finally pulled back, clutching the flower in her fist, her bottom lip out in a dramatic pout.
âIâm pretty sure Druk was the one who was supposed to be listening,â you noted, tilting your head toward the dragon, who let out a whistling snore that sent a tiny puff of smoke curling from his nostrils.
Izumi blinked, looking at the slumbering reptile. âOh. Heâs asleep too!â
Forgetting her pout, she scrambled off Zukoâs lap, dropping her freshly picked flower on his knee.
âDruk! Wake up! You missed the part about the shoes!â She began enthusiastically patting the dragonâs scales in an attempt to rouse him.
Zuko watched her for a moment before his gaze traveled back up to you.
âI know I should have gone to the chamber,â he said. âEven though Iâm sure you took care of everything. I only meant to close my eyes for a minuteâŠâ
âI know. You were missed, though,â you admitted, letting your arms drop to your sides. You stepped a little closer, the annoyance completely melting away. âI missed you. And I still want to know how everything went yesterday.â
âIâm sorry,â he said, reaching out to take your hand. âYou didnât miss muchâŠâ
âThatâs never true,â you countered with a roll of your eyes, stepping into his space to squeeze his hand.
His free hand drifted up to his hair, his fingers combing through the dark strands that had ruffled against Druk's scales during his nap.
âWellâŠâ
âIâm all ears!â
Zuko let out a huff of laughter. âKatara and I spent half the trip trying to convince Aang that a four-hundred-year-old bridge was structurally unsafeâŠâ
âLet me guess,â you interrupted. âHe crossed it anyway.â
âAnd thereâs no bridge anymore,â Zuko finalized, shaking his head at the memory.
âWhy am I not surprised?â
A heavy rustle of grass disrupted the conversation as Izumi gave Druk an especially enthusiastic, two-handed shove.
The dragon grunted in his sleep, moving his massive weight to find a more comfortable position. As he rearranged his heavy coils, his long tail swept across the grass. The muscle bumped right against the back of your knees.
âMama!â
You stumbled forward into a freefall, but Zukoâs hands caught your waist mid air, pulling you down flat against his chest instead of the dirt. The sudden weight knocked the breath from him in a gasp, but his arms didnât wait to wrap around your back, pinning you against him.
Your faces were inches apart, your hair mingling with his where it rested against his shoulders.
âWell,â Zuko teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âThis is a pleasant turn of eventsâŠâ
âBlame your dragon,â you whispered, yet you didn't make the slightest effort to move.
You didn't give him a chance to tease any further. Leaning down, you closed the remaining distance between your lips. Zuko let out a defeated sound against your mouth, his hand sliding up to cup the back of your neck.
âCan I fit here too?â
The little voice made you both smile against each other's lips. Pulling apart, you looked down to find Izumi already maneuvering her way into the grass beside Zuko. She burrowed herself under his free arm, using his ribs as a pillow before flopping the heavy book open.
âNow we can all read together,â she decided, looking up at you both expectantly. âLaying down is better anyway.â
You chuckled, shifting around until you were tucked comfortably against Zukoâs other side, resting your head on his chest. The three of you settled into the grass, Drukâs warm flank radiating heat behind you like a furnace against the afternoon breeze.
âFire Lady?â
You didn't even have to look up to know Nara had finally tracked you down, a junior attendant hovering nervously behind her as they approached.
Zuko let out a sigh, you felt the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek.
âWe should probably go,â he acknowledged as his grip on your waist tightened, contradicting his words.
You closed your eyes, letting the peace of the garden wash over you. The headache that had been threatening to split your skull all morning was entirely gone, and you had missed your family so muchâŠ
âNo,â you said, stretching your legs out beneath your silks. âWeâre going to lay with her. The urgent things have already been taken care of today.â
Raising your head enough to catch Naraâs eye, you offered a calm smile that brooked no argument.
âNara? Please tell the dressmakers to come back tomorrow. The Fire Lord and I are occupied with state matters.â
Nara took in the scene: your finally relaxed posture, Zukoâs half-down hair, and Izumi, who was already deep into an entirely fabricated chapter about a sky bison who loved crowns.
âUnderstood, my lady,â Nara said, bowing low. âI shall reschedule everything for the morning.â
As the rustle of their footsteps faded back down the gravel path, Zuko let out a low laugh, his fingers tracing soothing circles against your shoulder. You tucked yourself closer against his side.
âSo, the sky bison said what?â Zuko asked your daughter.
âOh, he said⊠my crown is so pretty. Like the Fire LadyâsâŠâ
Zuko pressed a soft kiss to your temple as Izumiâs voice drifted through the warm air, the afternoon sun beginning its slow descent over the Caldera.
đâËâč⥠âđ
note: i had to do an embarrassing amount of research for something that was supposed to be no plot just vibes. buuuut i hope you liked it! thank you again to the request that inspired this! xx
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you furrowed your brows at sylusâ question, your phone was posed between your hands, angling it towards the michelin course that was in front of you, finger on the touchscreen, ready to take a picture.Â
âdo what?âÂ
sylus gestures vaguely to your phone.Â
âtake pictures of the food.â sylus answers, you give him a sheepish smile.Â
âi like taking pictures of the food before i eat it, iâm immortalizing the visual before i devour it.âÂ
sylus snorts, shaking his head fondly, but he doesnât say anything more as he lets you take photos of your meal in all angles until you are satisfied.Â
while you were engrossed in your little photoshoot, you failed to see sylus take his phone out and angle it towards you, waiting for the moment your lips pout in concentration before he snaps the photo.Â
not realizing that he was a grandpa with technology, the shutter sound caught your attention. not that it mattered.Â
âsylus, whatâre you doing? you shouldâve told me! i wasnât ready.â
sylus looks at the photo he took, lips twitching into a smirk.Â
âjust as you said, sweetie.âÂ
he lifts his head to meet your eyes.Â
âiâm immortalizing the visual before i devour her tonight, kitten.â
â adult!zuko x reader. the dangers of sharing a tent with your boyfriend after a mission. | wc: 606
cw: smut, risky/public-adjacent situation, teasing, praise, hand over mouth, teeth grazing, mdni.
Zukoâs chest pressed against your back inside the cramped tent, the canvas walls doing nothing to block out the camp outside. His forearm slid under your neck, pinning you close, while his other hand glided down your side, leaving a wake of searing heat along your ribs.
The faint scent of crushed iris petals clung to the rough blanket beneath you, mixing with the sharp, green bite of strawberry leaves sticking to his skin from the trek back.
He nudged his cock between your thighs, the blunt heat of him finding your entrance.
âZukoââ
âShhh.â
With an unhasty push, he sank into you. The sudden fullness drew a shaky breath from both of your lungs. His hips rolled forward, each movement agonizingly committed, thick as he rode along your inner walls before withdrawing almost entirely. After the razor-thin margin of the mission, the sheer survival adrenaline was mutating into something dangerous, making the friction of his skin feel magnified tenfold.
Your fingers curled into the edge of the blanket.
Outside, footsteps crunched on dirt, faint voices from the surrounding tents flowed closer. Zukoâs breath scalded the back of your neck as he buried his face there, his teeth grazing your skin, testing the boundary of a bite.
The pressure built too fast. You let out a ragged sigh that caught on the edge of a moan as you clamped tight around him, desperate to swallow every inch of the next stroke.
âCome on,â he whispered the complaint against your throat. âTheyâre right outsideâŠâ
His free hand slid down between your thighs, his palm cupping you, his fingers slicking over your clit to mirror the torturous pace of his hips. Your hand tangled into his hair, pulling hard enough to root him there, the scorching urge to scream building behind your ribs. The wet, rhythmic slip of skin on skin was barely louder than the rustle of the travel mat beneath you, but every micro-shift felt deafening. Another weak sound split your lips.
"Bury your face," he mumbled against your skin. His jaw was locked, the muscles in his shoulders taut with the effort of keeping his pace measured when his pulse was clearly racing. "If you make a sound, I have to stop. And I really, really don't want to stopâŠâ
He kept the depth exact, rocking forward until he was seated fully against you, pausing to let the ache build before sliding out again. Every long plunge sent sparks up your spine. His finger pressing just enough to make your thighs shudder.
You whimpered, your head tossing back against his shoulder. âI canâtâŠâ
âYes, you can. Just breathe. Let me take care of it."
Sweat gathered where your bodies locked together. Zukoâs hand left your center to grip the bone of your hip, his fingers digging in to hold you steady as he drove in deeper.
A loud sound threatened to rip from your throat. A reckless, desperate wave crashed over youâŠ
You didnât care if the canvas ripped, you didnât care if the whole camp walked in, as long as he didn't pull away. You needed the ruin of it. You needed him to keep moving.
Sense left you, your hips rolling back against his in an open invitation to get caught.
âYouâre killing meâŠâ Zuko breathed.
His palm covered your mouth, firm enough to smother the high cry that followed his next deep and unraveled thrust.
âBite down if you need to,â he said against the shell of your ear, his control cracking as his hips finally lost their cadence, driving into you with a hard desperation that matched your own. âJust don't make a soundâŠâ
note: just felt like writing something quick. and spicy. and i was listening to âso high schoolâ by Taylor while i practiced vocabulary expansion, so why not. xx
.⊠ĘË pregnant!fem!reader, established relationship, other than that just fluff;
zuko had picked you up a thousand times before.
over his shoulder. in his arms. into his lap during slow, lazy afternoons when you were both half-asleep, mumbling nonsense, but still refusing to let go of each other's warmth.
but this time was different.
this time, you were carrying his child.
your child.
"zuko, seriously," you laughed as he still held onto you anyway, stubborn as ever. "i can walk."
"i know you can walk," he muttered, his large hands adjusting carefully around your waist and back, brushing against your robes as if he was recalculating every possible way to hold you safely. "i justâ"
he lifted you anyway.
âand immediately let out a strained little grunt.
then the room went completely silent.
the birds outside stopped chirping.
the wind didn't seem to blow anymore.
you blinked slowly.
zuko blinked right back.
for a moment, neither of you said anything.
then his expression dropped.
it was subtle at first â just a flicker of realization â but it quickly turned into full-blown horror, like he had just witnessed the collapse of his entire legacy before his eyes.
"...did you just grunt?" you ask finally, breaking the silence. your tone is calm, but your face gives nothing away.
"no...?" he replies immediately, too fast.
"you absolutely did," you say at once, not letting him escape it.
"i didn't," he snaps, a little sharper now, shifting his grip slightly like he's trying to prove a point. "i adjusted my stance."
you keep staring at him.
he refuses to meet your eyes.
your hands slowly rise, gently cradling his face so he has no choice but to look at you. his jaw is tense, his ears faintly red, his entire composure hanging by a thread.
despite his obvious distress, you smile softly.
"are you calling me heavy?"
his shoulders drop a little.
he exhales, trying to recover.
okay. maybe he was overreacting.
it was just a grunt, you smiled. maybe it wasn't that big of a deal. maybe you had nothing to be upset about.
yeah.
"no, love," he says, forcing a small smile.
then your fingers press into his cheeks, squishing them together as you study him very seriously.
"then put me down and pick me up again," you say, tone flat, deadpan. "without the grunt."
his eyes widen slightly.
he fakes a cough, trying to hide the sound of his fast heartbeating, as if you can hear it.
"yes, love," he answers, voice already wavering as he quickly clears his throat like that might fix everything.
adult fire lord zuko x wife!reader
warnings: 18+ nsfw, fluff, breeding kink, baby fever, daddy kink
summary: when fire lord zuko sees his wife holding babies, and with everyone constantly pestering for an heir, his mind can't help but reel to darker places.
âfire lord zuko! when can we expect an heir to the fire nation?â
âfire lord zuko! are you and the fire lady expecting?â
âwho will take the throne as the prince now that you have been reigning for some time?â
the relentless questioning left zuko restless. he had hoped the weight on his shoulders would ease once he transitioned from prince to fire lord, but the pressure had only increased tenfold.
you, on the other hand, were as cool as a cucumber.
as the beloved fire lady, you were adored by the entire nation. while zuko was buried in council meetings and ledgers, you spent your free time at charities, local orphanages, and schools. to put it simply, you were constantly surrounded by familiesâmore specifically, children.
zuko watched from afar as toddlers wrapped their chubby arms around your skirts, peering up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. parents took pride in seeing the fire lady cradle their infants, and even the fussiest babies seemed to settle the moment they were tucked into your arms.
âmy! you would make such a wonderful mother,â one woman remarked.
âthe fire lord is a lucky man indeed,â the citizens added. âa beautiful wife and a natural mother.â
while zuko often flushed with embarrassment, you took every remark as an opportunity to tease him.
âhear that, zuko? it means weâve got work to do,â you joked, gently rocking a sleeping infant while the crowd erupted into laughter.
it wasnât until you were talking to one of the elderly ladies from a distance that the conversation took a turn, her voice not-so-quiet as she described the struggles of pregnancy.
âpregnancy is a beautiful thing, but very, very tedious,â the elderly lady explained. âyouâre constantly waddling around with a big, round belly. your feet are swollen and bare, and yourâŠâ she motioned to your chest, âalways swollen and aching.â
your face flushed with embarrassment, but zuko, on the other hand, found his mind admiring the idea.
he wasnât in a rush to have kids, but the image of youâhis wife, waddling around the palace barefoot in nothing but a flowy dress. your belly, round from carrying his baby, and your breasts swollen with milk.
it was perfect.
and that was how you ended up here, sprawled across your shared bed with your legs hooked over zukoâs broad shoulders as he held you folded in a mating press.
his cockâthick and swollenâpounded into you relentlessly, the air filling with vulgar sounds that made your eyes roll back and your ears burn.
âzuâzuko!â you cried out in pleasure.
âgonna⊠get youâŠâ zuko grunted, his hips drawing back as he drove into you deeper. âpregnant⊠gotta breed youââ
zuko was a mess of incoherent babbling, muttering about keeping you full of his seed and the image of you walking around barefoot. his heavy body completely enveloped yours, his hands tangling into your hair to pin you in place, keeping you trapped in that vulnerable position.
âgonna keep fucking you until it takes,â he promised darkly. âuntil our kids are running around the palace.â
you were a moaning mess beneath him, your legs dangling in the air as he pounded into you, forcing you to take every deliciously agonizing inch of your fire lord.
âhow many do you think weâll have? one? two?â zuko laughed raspily against your ear, the vibration making your body tingle. âor twins. thatâd be niceâwouldnât it?â
âso⊠so nice,â you managed to moan.
zuko laughed again, adjusting his angle so he could fuck even deeper into your warm, aching core.
âfuck. you gonna make me a daddy, baby?â
âyes, zuko!â you cried, nodding your head frantically against the pillows. âyesâiâll make you a daddyââ
âshit,â he cursed, his body drawing tight as he felt himself ready to pump you full. âsay it again.â
âdaddy!â
daddy. daddy. daddy.
the sound of it was music to his ears. he tossed his head back, his long, dark hair damp with sweat against his bare skin as his cock pulsed deep inside you, pumping ropes of thick, hot cum into your aching pussy.
âgod, thatâs it,â he growled, peering down at you with lustful, golden eyes as his chest heaved.
âgonna make sure it takes. youâre going to give me an heir, arenât you? my beautiful, perfect, sweet wife.â
✠â â itâs not zukoâs fault his wife canât keep her hands off him.
⌠cw ; fem! reader, fire lord zuko, being late to a meeting because you canât stop riding zuko, mentions of all the babies you guys have, sokka being sokka. the gaangâs all here (after the sex).
✠â â m.list
âCome on Zukoâ one more time? Please?â Youâre panting, naked, hands braced on Zukoâs sweaty chest as you grind back and forth in his lap.
His breath hitches from the sheets, squeezing your hips. âSeriously? Iâm already late. How does itâ fuck. Stop that!â Zuko frowns and pinches your ass when you tighten around his cock on purpose.
âHow does it look if the Fire Lord canât stop fucking his wife long enough to attend a simple meeting with the Avatar?â He continues.
Zuko is still half hard inside your pussy, cum trailing down his shaftâ filling out thick and hot by the second.
âThen why are you getting hard again?â You tease, dipping down to suck on his throat.
âThatâ thatâs unfair,â he moans. You draw back to look at his face, and his cheeks are flushed such a similar color to his scar it almost blends together entirely.
âAnd if you really thought this meeting with Aang was important you wouldnât still be in bed with me.â You place your palm over Zukoâs mouth, grinning at the way his eyes go wide and his cock twitches.
âNow shut up and let me ride my husband one more time.â
When you walk into the fire temple chambers where the meeting is taking place, the entire group is there.
Aang and Katara share a look, laughing at the picture you and Zuko make. Hair mussed and clothes ruffled, a hickey high on Zukoâs throat.
Sokka looks thoroughly annoyed and throws his hands up in exasperation.
âSeriously dude?!â He shouts, jumping from his chair and jabbing a finger at the poorly hidden hickey. âThis is why the fire temple is crawling with your offspring!â
Toph snickers, and Zuko doesnât even have the decency to look embarrassed.
forgive me i wrote this in thirty minutes immediately after i watched the movie.
people who don't use or spend time on tumblr don't really understand how solid this place is for creatives and how we could be living in artist utopia if they fully undid the nsfw ban. the tag system? the dashboard? the silly anons who will send you the most insane sentences known to mankind? having your very old, shitty art make the rounds again because somebody finds value from it and wants to show their friends? no other place even comes close
The first time you have sex with Caleb you're handling things based on your previous experience. You've always been the considerate one, the one who makes sure the position is good, that no one gets a cramp, that your partner gets off.
But by the third time you're asking Caleb if it's "good" for him, if he's enjoying it, he's realized you're not just asking because his answer turns you on.
In two seconds flat he has you on your back, arms pinned above your head, hips tucked under his. You can't move at all, not even squirm (is he using his Evol on you?).
Forehead pressed to yours, ominous glint to his eyes, he says, "If you still have the mental capacity to be worried about me, then I'm not doing my job right."
