summary: A private late-night moment between you and Aang turns into chaotic embarrassment when Sokka barges in at the worst possible time, leaving Aang flustered but still instinctively protective of you.
wc: 1.1k
contains: Soft romance, established relationship intimacy, cuddling, playful kissing, light sexual tension (no explicit content), embarrassment humor, Sokka comedic chaos, protective behavior, blanket “cover-up” moment, affectionate teasing, Gaang dynamics.
The temple was finally quiet.
For once.
No missions.
No meetings.
No training.
Just you and Aang alone in your room late at night while the rest of the Gaang settled down for sleep somewhere else in the temple. The windows were cracked slightly open, cool mountain air drifting through the room while candlelight flickered softly against the walls.
You were curled against Aang’s side underneath the blankets, practically melted into him at this point. Not that he minded.
Aang loved being close to you.
Actually, loved was probably an understatement.
At the moment, he was laying back against the pillows shirtless, one arm around your waist while the other lazily traced shapes against your skin absentmindedly.
You were half laying on top of him, wearing one of his loose wraps that kept slipping off your shoulder every few minutes and nothing else underneath-
Aang was definitely struggling to focus because of it. You noticed every single time his eyes drifted.
“You’re staring again,” you teased softly.
His ears turned pink immediately.
“I can’t help it.”
You laughed quietly before leaning up and kissing him again. That ended any chance of coherent thought immediately.
Aang kissed you back fast, one hand sliding up your back as he pulled you closer against him instinctively.
Warm.
Soft.
Comfortable.
The kind of kissing that had no real goal other than enjoying each other. At least at first. Because after a while, it deepened naturally.
Aang’s kisses got slower, heavier, his hand tightening slightly at your hips every time you shifted against him.
And honestly?
You weren’t helping.
Especially not when your fingers slid over his body gently. A quiet sound escaped him immediately. You smiled against his lips. “That got your attention.”
“You always have my attention,” he murmured.
You kissed him again before he could keep talking because comments like that made your heart melt every single time. Aang responded instantly. He slowly moved his hand to the hem of the wrap. Slowly removing it. One hand moving up your ass, carefully while he kissed you deeper now, completely relaxed beneath you.
The blanket that was around you both had slipped lower somewhere along the way, exposing more of your naked body, but neither of you cared.
At least-
Until the door suddenly swung open.
“Aang, I need to ask you someth- ”
Silence.
Horrible.
Awful silence.
You froze instantly.
Aang’s eyes widened in absolute horror. Sokka stood in the doorway staring directly at the two of you.
At Aang shirtless.
At you half laying on top of him.
At the very obvious makeout session he had just interrupted.
“…OH COME ON!” Sokka yelled immediately.
Aang reacted on pure instinct. He grabbed the blanket so fast it was honestly impressive, yanking it up around you protectively until you were completely covered.
“SO KNOCK!” Aang shouted back immediately.
“I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE DOING THIS!”
“Well maybe you should’ve!”
You buried your burning face into Aang’s shoulder instantly while Sokka pointed accusingly.
“WHY ARE YOU BOTH ALWAYS LIKE THIS WHEN I WALK IN?!”
“GET OUT!”
“I LIVE HERE TOO!”
“NOT IN THIS ROOM YOU DON’T!”
You could physically feel Aang’s embarrassment radiating off him.
His face was bright red.
Ears glowing. One arm wrapped tightly around you while he kept the blanket firmly pulled up around your body protectively.
Which honestly made your heart flutter a little despite the embarrassment. Sokka looked personally victimized.
“I can never unsee this.”
“THEN LEAVE!” Aang snapped.
“You guys are unbelievable!”
“You opened the door without knocking!”
“Because I didn’t think I was interrupting this!”
Aang groaned loudly, dropping his forehead dramatically onto your shoulder for a second. “You’re the worst.”
“You’re making out in the middle of the night!”
“It’s OUR room!”
Sokka pointed dramatically.
“I have trauma now.”
“You’ll survive!”
At this point you were laughing too hard into Aang’s shoulder to even help.
Which made Aang look at you in betrayal. “This isn’t funny.”
“It kind of is,” you admitted through laughter.
Aang groaned again while Sokka kept rambling dramatically.
“I’m serious, from now on there should be a warning sign on this door.”
“GET OUT!”
Finally, mercifully, Katara appeared behind Sokka.
“What are you yelling abou- ”
She stopped instantly after seeing the scene. Aang looked ready to evaporate on the spot. Katara sighed immediately. “Sokka, seriously?”
“I’M the problem?!” he cried.
“Yes! Knock before entering people’s rooms!”
“I DIDN’T THINK THEY’D BE HALF NAKED!”
Aang immediately pulled the blanket higher around you protectively again.
“Stop looking at her!”
“I’m trying NOT to!”
Katara physically grabbed Sokka by the arm. “Okay. We’re leaving now.”
“I can still see him shirtless!”
“Sokka.”
“I’m traumatized!”
The door finally shut behind them.
Silence.
Then
Aang dropped his face into his hands.
“Oh my god.”
You immediately started laughing again. Aang looked at you, still completely red. “This is your fault too.”
“How?”
“You distract me!”
“That is not a real excuse.”
“It is to me.”
You smiled softly despite yourself. Even flustered out of his mind, he still had one arm securely around you underneath the blankets. Still holding you close. Still protecting you first before even processing his own embarrassment.
Your expression softened immediately. “You covered me up,” you murmured quietly.
Aang blinked.
Then his face softened too.
“Of course I did.”
The sincerity in his voice made your chest warm. Even during absolute chaos
He thought about you first.
You leaned up, kissing his cheek softly this time. Aang immediately melted again despite everything.
“You’re cute,” you whispered.
“I’m humiliated.”
“You’re still cute.”
He huffed softly, trying not to smile.
Then after a second
“…Do you think Sokka’s gone?”
You listened for a moment.
“…Probably.”
Aang narrowed his eyes suspiciously toward the door.
“I don’t trust him.”
That only made you laugh harder while he pulled you closer again, still stubbornly keeping the blanket wrapped around you both.
༊*·˚ 18+, mdni, jealous!aang x brat!reader, reader purposely makes aang jealous, dom!aang, brattamer!aang, rough sex, mating press, doggy, hair-pulling, mirror sex, nsfw, heavy plot
༊*·˚ jealous type series : table of contents
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe day that the Fire Nation finally surrendered and went into Zuko’s hands, peace surrounded the world. The group rebuilt cities alongside its people, Zuko became the Fire Lord, Toph formed the Beifong Metalbending Academy while you, Aang, Katara, and Sokka focused on dismantling the Fire Nation colonies in the Earth Kingdom to restore harmony.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤEventually after years of hardwork, both Zuko and Aang transformed the oldest Fire Nation colonies into the United Republic of Nations—quite known as the Republic City.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤRepublic City glittered under the night sky, strung with lanterns that swayed gently in the warm breeze. Music echoed through the streets, drums and flutes blending with laughter as dancers filled every open space. The Harmony Festival had become a symbol of everything they fought for—every nation together, no fear, no borders.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd at the center of it all—was the Avatar.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang stood among friends, smiling easily, greeting people as if the weight of the world had never rested on his shoulders. He moved through the crowd with that same lightness people admired—kind, patient, endlessly warm.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut there was one thing about Aang that most people didn’t notice.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe wasn’t as unshakable as he seemed.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot when it came to you.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang prides himself in being a monk. He was vegan, practiced non-attachment, compassion, and a pacifist. He was always patient, kind, and everyone felt safe around him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe world around him celebrated for another year in finally restoring peace and balance to the world. They celebrated around him like he was the symbol of peace—balance even—and unwavering goodness. And believe me, he is.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut that’s the problem. People only saw the version of him that saved them—that saved the world.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThey didn’t see what it cost to hold that kind of power so carefully. To choose and pick over and over again—to be compassionate—to be a leader that everyone needed and wanted.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut you—the one who stood so beautifully under the Harmony Festival's glow—saw right through him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou held him in his arms just when he was about to break. You reached out to him when he lost control of his Avatar state. You who’d seen how tired he was in the middle of all this chaos and still manages to be a kind hearted man.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou hated that—not really—but more like disliked how he puts himself aside.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤJust like now, he stood in the middle of the festival, greeting people like they were old friends. He looked so warm and open but he looked too composed for your liking.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou’ve seen Aang lose his patience once and that was the time he lost Appa in the desert. It was a rough moment because at some points, he left you and the group alone to search for his beloved bison. But that didn’t stop you from teasing him for it after.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Hey Aang, how come you’re so patient with me?” You asked him the night when you reached Ba Sing Se as he helped you comb your hair. He hummed as he shrugged, though still sensitive, held more control when he’s talking to you and only to you.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I just love you too much.” He replied with that bright smile that you love dearly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut now as you stared at him laughing like nothing could truly ever get under his skin after that incident, you decided you were going to be a problem tonight.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe plan was simple—talk to someone easy to get, laugh alongside them, and hopefully—hopefully—Aang notices and that calm, happy composure he held dearly will break.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou stand close to a dinner bar, smiling so brightly at the man who stood behind the table who gawked at your presence.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNow you weren’t as powerful as your boyfriend or friends, but you were an earth bender that used earth bending in a different way. A way that you used your own bending as a weapon.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Can I have a beer please?” You asked the man who stood behind it, tilting your head as you smiled as you watched the man fumble with his words and poured you a beer.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomeone sat beside you, deliberate—hinting at something—as he slid his money to pay for her drink.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou pretended to listen as he talked to you—heck you barely even caught his name. But you didn’t care.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou laughed—light, effortless, and just a little louder than necessary. It wasn’t real but convincing enough that it made you pause at the intense stare on your back.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou didn’t need to turn to know whose eyes were those. You could practically feel it.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSlowly, you glanced over and sure enough—Aang was staring. Not openly enough for others to notice but enough for you to notice.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤOh dear spirits, you always notice.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤJudging by the way Aang had gone very still across the plaza, you deemed your plan was working.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou hid your smile behind the rim of your drink, pretending to listen as the guy beside you kept talking—yapping. You can give it to him—he was nice—but he was too obvious with his interest for her but then again, useful.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“—so I’ve been coming to this festival every year.” He was saying.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Really now?” You replied, tilting your head as you let your voice soften a bit. “That’s adorable.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou didn’t miss the way he lit up at that.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤOr the way Aang’s posture stiffened in the distance.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤPerfect.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou laughed again and this time, you let your hand brush the stranger’s arm for just a second.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Aang.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I’m not going over there.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSokka snorted. “You’ve been saying that for the past two minutes.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang glared, rubbing his temples as he turned around. “I’m fine.” He said flatly as he felt something twisting tight in his chest.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You need to breathe.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“I am breathing.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You look like you’re about to start a new war.” Aang didn’t respond after that because you laughed again and this time—you didn’t look at him at all.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething low and unsettled stirred under his ribs—something he didn’t like, something he didn’t recognize in himself.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe trusts you, of course he does. But that was the problem. He knew you were an extrovert, just as extroverted as he is, but watching someone else have your attention—your laughter—made something stir inside his guts.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe watched as you both locked eyes, his own narrowing as if saying to not start with him making you smirk and look back at the guy you were talking to.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“She’s doing it on purpose.” He said firmly, eyes not leaving her back as he tilted his head with this intense stare. “Why?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSokka glanced at him as he leaned back against the chair with a cup in hand. “Because she knows you.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat didn’t help him, if anything—it made it worse. You knew exactly what this would do to him and you were still doing it anyway.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤJust as he glanced back at her, the guy placed his hand on something that was his. You. And before Aang could think, he was already moving.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou felt him before you saw him. The small cold shift in the air, the grounding presence, that pull. And yet you don’t turn to look at him as you smiled.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Care to join me for a walk?” The guy asked, trying to be as polite as possible as his hands betrayed him and held her lower back.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou smiled, a bit coldly but tried to keep it natural as you shook your head and chuckled. “No thanks, my boyfriend is on the way.” You said and just in time you turned around and met a broad chest. Aang’s chest.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou swallowed as you felt his hands, much bigger than yours, held your lower back and looked at the guy with quiet authority and dominance. The guy shrank upon realizing whose girlfriend he as hitting on as Aang stared him down.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAs he and the guy had a staring contest, you gulped as you didn’t move from your spot, your mind racing as you can smell the masculine perfume on his chest as he pulled you closer. You were much smaller than him, probably only the same height as Katara, and that did wonders to your mind.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis hand held yours softly but you knew he was at his limit when you felt his eyes bore into yours as you looked around smiling innocently. His eyes were on you—once that held softness now gone in a blink.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” He said as he gave the bartender your unfinished beer back for you.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou smiled, tilting your head and feigning innocence. “I was! He had lots of interesting stories.” You said giggling as you looked up at him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang hummed as he listened to you ramble, his eyes trailing down your neck to your lips. Oh he wasn’t listening anymore. His mind is occupied with things on how he’s going to deal with you, how he’s going to put discipline into that innocent mind of yours.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou knew he was planning something in his mind and that only made you more determined to push him further.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” He said, his voice low with no hesitation. You smiled lightly, slow and deliberate. “Yeah.” You respond with no hesitation.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBeside you, the poor guy who had unknowingly been pulled into this shifted awkwardly, glancing between the two of you as if only just realizing he had stepped into something far too heavy for him to understand completely.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Maybe I should—”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Go.” Aang said, his eyes never leaving yours as he only glanced up for a moment with the look of coldness in his eyes—and that made the tension sharpen.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe guy scrambled to his feet, smiling and bidding the two goodbye and have a great festival. He slipped away quickly and ran to the crowd, leaving behind a space that suddenly felt too small despite the noise surrounding them.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNow that you two were alone, you felt him pull you away from the food stall and towards Appa. He didn’t say anything—and that made you nervous. Nervously excited.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou and him flew away from the festival with him on Appa’s head. You gulped as you stared at him, his broad back lingering in your mind as you imagined your nails trailing on his back–
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You’re jealous.” The words left your lips, touched with that same careless amusement you’d been wearing all night as if this were still a game that you could dip in and out of whenever you pleased.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang didn’t reply but could feel the shift in the air as he adjusted the way he sat as he descended from the skies and landed perfectly on their house. He looked at you, eyes never wavering as he jumped down from Appa and helped you. “Yeah.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe admission came low, unguarded, settling between you with a weight that made something in your chest tighten before you could stop it.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a second, it stole the breath right out of you.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut you recovered quickly—of course you did.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour lips curved, slow and deliberate, that familiar spark of mischief slipping back into place as you tilted your head, letting your gaze drag just slightly across his face.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Good.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou expected something—anything.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤA protest. A sigh. That quiet, patient disappointment he sometimes slipped into when you pushed too far.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤInstead, Aang stepped forward.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot abruptly.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot emotionally.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut with a kind of controlled intention that made the movement feel heavier than it should have. Measured and certain.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd suddenly, the space between you—the one you had been playing within, stretching, controlling was gone.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis voice was lower now, stripped of its usual softness, grounded in something that didn’t bend around you the way it normally did. It settled into you.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour pulse stuttered. Still, you held your expression, lifting your chin just slightly, refusing to give up the upper hand you’d been clinging to all night.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Maybe,” you replied. The word came out lighter than you felt.
Aang’s gaze didn’t flicker. Not even for a second.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You wanted me to get jealous,” he continued, his tone even, almost thoughtful—but there was something coiled beneath it now, something restrained, something aware, “so you flirt with someone else right in front of me.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤIt wasn’t a question. And that—more than anything—made your breath catch. Because he wasn’t guessing, he knew.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou swallowed, barely noticeable, and forced your shoulders into a loose shrug. “It worked, didn’t it?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a moment, nothing changed.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThen Aang exhaled—slow, quiet, like he was letting something settle rather than pushing it away.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd then his hand moved. You didn’t even realize it until his fingers closed around your wrist.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤWarm.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤFirm.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤUnyielding.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot rough—not even close—but anchored. Like he wasn’t going to let you slip out of this one.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Yeah,” he said. “It did.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe contact sent a sharp, unexpected awareness up your arm, settling somewhere deeper than you were prepared for.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour breath hitched—soft, involuntary—and he noticed.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤOf course he did.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBecause his grip tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, just enough to make you aware of it. Of him. Of how easily he could hold your attention now the same way you’d been pulling his all night.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You like pushing me,” Aang said, quieter now. His thumb shifted faintly against your wrist—slow, deliberate, not absent-minded in the slightest. “Seeing how far you can go.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour heartbeat stumbled, but you lifted your chin anyway, meeting his gaze head-on, refusing to let the shift unsettle you—not completely. “And you like pretending nothing gets to you,” you shot back.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤFor a brief moment—so quick most people wouldn’t have caught it—something flickered in his expression. Not irritation. Not anger.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤSomething sharper. Something that looked almost like… recognition.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Careful,” he murmured.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe word wasn’t raised, wasn’t harsh, but it landed heavier than anything else he’d said.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour breath caught again, traitorously, your pulse quickening in a way that had nothing to do with the festival anymore. His head tilted with unamused eyes as he looked down at you with authority—one that commanded you to test him now that he was in front of him—challenged you.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You wanted a reaction,” he continued, his voice low and tempting—filled with the desire to push you up against the wall—as he stepped closer—not invading nor forcing, just closing the space with quiet certainty.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis finger held your chin, lifting your head to let your shocked and flustered eyes meet his pent up ones. His thumb grazing over your bottom lip as he gazed at you with a look that you—yourself—don’t even know what you signed up for. “Don’t act surprised when you get one.” He said as he leaned down.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis breath was hot against yours as he looked at him with amusement at how you groveled when he stared down at you. “Because I’m afraid you might not be able to take it, my sweet mist.” He whispered against her lips and pulled away.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBefore he could step away to their room, you looked at him—annoyed yet so beautiful—as your hands fisted on your sides. “Well aren’t you a coward.” You said, making him stop in his steps.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBingo.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou chuckled slowly as you stared at his back, eyes brimming with amusement and need but held a frown when he pulled away, still holding himself back. “If I couldn’t take it, I wouldn’t even start talking with that guy.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe tension shifted again—less sharp, more real. You walked to him as your hand pressed faintly into his chest without you realizing, grounding yourself against him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“…Then show me,” you murmured, your voice as defiant as you looked as you frowned and looked at him. “Show me how you lose composure or I’ll unravel you myself.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat was it.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang looked at you, chuckling slowly at the audacity of how you could be such a brat. His hand caught hers and the other held her jaw, eyes dark with no mercy. His thumb grazed your bottom lip—your breath hitched while your heart raced against your chest, unable to process how he looked at her..
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You better take it like a good girl.”
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou once thought that Aang wouldn’t be a rough fucker since whenever you two make love, he was always loving—careful even—but not until he had you on a mean mating press with your legs locked on his shoulders as he pinned your hands above your head.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“There we go, take it baby.” He said, smiling darkly as he pushed inside you so carefully—so hauntingly that you could feel every pulse of his erection.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou barely even had time to react when he suddenly thrusts inside with full force and spirits does it make you feel so full.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYour cries echoed the room as he held you down on the mattress, his body crushing you under him as you could only cry and arch your back. “Aang! Go slowly!” You moaned, whimpering loudly when he thrusts inside once more.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“You told me you’ll take it, remember baby?” He taunted, chuckling loudly as his pace got faster—harder—as the bed creaked at every move he made.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis weight pressed her into the sheets as his hands roamed possessively over your body—waist, hips, thighs—before setting firmly against the bare skin of her back. Your back arched, eyes closed as you let out a shaky moan while he leaned down and kissed your neck.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Such a good girl.” His breath whispered against your skin, smiling as he unraveled you—slowly. He dragged his tongue down to your collarbone, sucking your neck just enough to leave a mark.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang’s grip on her wrists tightened as he looked at you. You panted as your eyes showed submission as you whimpered when he thrusted back in. His mind wandered off, thinking of how he always—always—wanted to go rough on you.But he was nice—that nice golden retriever avatar everyone loved—he didn’t dislike the idea just skeptical of how you’ll react.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd now that he has you underneath him—begging and whining for him and his cock—why in the world would he stop now?
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou barely had the time to gasp before he pulled out. Your heart racing but confusion etched your face as you looked up at him. “Why did you stop?” You asked, holding his arm while your glossy eyes looked up at him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤOh how your eyes begged for him to ruin you. How you looked at him with want. A need to be satisfied. But he wasn’t satisfied with it. No, He wouldn’t be satisfied with you only coming on his fingers earlier.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Would that gentleman fuck you this good baby hm?” Aang said with his head tilted and pushed you back onto the mattress again, throwing you around so you laid on your stomach. He pulled you up on all fours while facing the mirror at the end of the bed.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd dear Gods, does he love the look of confusion and submission when he sees you through that mirror. He chuckled, spreading your ass before delivering a mean smack on your ass making you cry out.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou cried—shocked—but the way your walls clenched in thin air made him smile at you and pull your hair up so you looked at yourself. “Look at yourself baby.” He whispered as he leaned down while looking at you.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Look at how much of a wreck you are.” Your eye widens and let out a loud whimper when he suddenly pushed in. He could’ve given you a warning, but he knew you would’ve liked it better if he didn’t.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis thrusts got meaner and meaner. Pulling your head back as he made you look at yourself in the mirror crying for him. “Would that man satisfy you as much as I do?” He whispered again, groaning.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe had never seen you this beautiful. So wrecked, so fucked, so wet. But he was far from done.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou cried when he bit your bare shoulder, his other hand slid down between your legs. His fingers trailed on your inner thigh, your juices cleaned his fingers as you moaned. “Aang please–!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHis thrusts stops as his head lifted up, his eyes glowing a faint blue hue. He lifted his hand, humming in reply as he sucked on his fingers. “Please let me cum.” You begged, tired of him denying you of your release.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Have you learned your place?” He asked gently, his hand holding your jaw as he made you look at the mirror, eyes dark with intent as he kissed the side of your ear. “Do you know who do you belong to now?” He asked.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou who started the ‘make Aang jealous and lose his composure’ was rendered speechless. You never knew how this man—the same gentle and patient man—was being this dominating. You wouldn’t even know how he always wanted to fuck you this bad.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤA thrust woke you up from your day dream making you cry out a moan as he continues holding you. “Do you baby?” He whispered again as he looked at you waiting like a predator for its prey.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou gulped, feeling his hand slowly etched around your numb clit—whining and head falling onto the mattress until he pulled it back up with a mean thrust. “You!” You cried. “I belong to you!”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤAang chuckled, dark and breathless as he felt your body tense against him.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe leaned down, his breath hot against her skin as he nipped at her ear, his teeth grazing the shella s he whispered, “Good girl.”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤHe released the hand that held your hair, slowly threading through your hair to your neck and held you, making you cry but loved it so much that you managed to push your hips back again as if signalling him to thrust again making he groan with a satisfied smile.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“That wasn’t so hard was it?”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThat night, you couldn’t argue. And most importantly–
ㅤㅤㅤㅤYou learned that night that even the Avatar—a strong man with patience—can also lose composure in desire.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤHi everyone! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the Jealous Type Series!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThank you all for the love, support, and feedback for the series and I sure hope you'll enjoy the next chapter!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤBut I know when I can, I'll be sure to update the Series with more characters when I can ;)
It started, as most things did in your household, with one child bragging.
You were sitting on the steps just outside your home in Republic City, enjoying what should have been a quiet afternoon, one hand resting over your stomach while the youngest leaned sleepily against your side. The other four were scattered nearby...if “scattered” meant loudly existing within a ten-foot radius.
A small group of neighborhood kids had gathered, and somehow, somehow, the conversation had turned to parents.
“Oh yeah?” one of the boys said, puffing up a little. “My dad’s a metalbender. He can bend a whole gate without touching it.”
There was a pause and then your oldest snorted.
“That’s it?” He said, crossing his arms in a way that was painfully familiar. “That’s cool, I guess. But our dad helped take down an entire fleet of airships.”
The other kids blinked. “…what?”
That was all the invitation the rest of them needed.
“Yeah!” your second chimed in, as she was practically bouncing. “He was on one of them!!!! like in the sky!! fighting Fire Nation soldiers and stuff!”
“He didn’t even have bending!” the third added loudly, as she puffed out her cheeks as if that somehow made it more impressive and honestly, it did. “He just used his brain and a boomerang and—”
“And a sword!” another cut in, dramatically miming a swing that nearly took out someone passing by but she paid no mind.
“And strategy,” your oldest corrected, pointing like they’d heard the word a thousand times. “He’s a strategist. That’s like… the smartest kind of fighter.”
The smallest one, still pressed against your side, lifted his head just enough to mumble, “He also makes really good stew…”
You smiled despite yourself.
Across the yard, Sokka had just stepped outside—probably looking for you, maybe looking for a snack and paused the moment he heard his own voice being… passionately represented.
“…he literally helped defeat Fire Lord Ozai,” one of the kids declared, like they were dropping the final, undeniable truth. “So yeah. Our daddy wins.”
The other children looked somewhere between impressed and overwhelmed.
One of them squinted. “Isn’t he just… a guy?”
Suddenly there was collective group of inhales.
You almost felt bad.
Almost.
“He is not ‘just a guy,’” your oldest said, offended on a spiritual level. “He’s Daddy...."
“Yeah,” another nodded firmly. “He saved people. Like, a lot of people.”
“And he makes the best jokes,” one added.
“And he lets us stay up late sometimes,” another said.
“And he cried when I got a scrape,” the smallest mumbled again, fully exposing him.
Sokka choked on absolutely nothing. “…I did not—” he started, but no one was listening.
“And,” your second continued, hands on her hips now, “our mommy is a firebender. So obviously she wouldn’t marry someone lame.”
That one made you laugh out loud. Sokka, meanwhile, had gone completely still.
You could see it happening, the slow, creeping realization that his children were out here, in the streets, running full-scale propaganda campaigns about him.
“…wow,” he whispered.
You didn’t even look at him.
“Don’t get used to it,” you said dryly.
Too late,
“DID YOU HEAR THAT?” Sokka called, striding forward like he’d just been summoned to his own victory ceremony. “Did you all hear what my kids just said about me? Because I heard it. I heard all of it.”
The kids lit up immediately.
“Daddy!” one of them yelled, running over. “Tell them about the airships!”
“Yes, absolutely, I will do that,” he said, already crouching down, fully invested. “So there I was—heroically, might I add, on top of this giant metal airship—”
You leaned back slightly, watching as he launched into a dramatically exaggerated retelling, your children hanging onto every word like it was the greatest story ever told.
It wasn’t entirely accurate.
But it was entirely Sokka.
And the way they looked at him?
Like he hung the moon.
You glanced down at the child curled against you, brushing a hand gently through his hair. “…he kind of does, doesn’t he?” you murmured.
The little one nodded sleepily. “Yeah… he’s the best.”
Across the yard, Sokka tripped over his own storytelling, arms flailing as the kids erupted into laughter and somehow, impossibly, still looked like the greatest man in the world.
❦ a/n — yall can have zuko, i'll stick by my husband aang
❦ word count — 1.4k
❦ content — aang x reader, aang x fem! reader, avatar! aang, adult! aang (the legend of aang - new movie - aang) , bickering, no title on the relationship so you can view this as married or dating or however!, might be ooc (i've never written for atla before and am currently on a rewatch so pls go in with an open mind), just two idiots being idiots in love. not proofread !
❦ synopsis — For all the tales that were written about the Avatar, no one ever mentioned that he could be deeply annoying when he wanted to be. Which, unfortunately for you, was often.
── ❦ i'll fight their doubt and give you faith
There were many stories people told about Aang.
They spoke of battles won without cruelty. Of nations rebuilt from ash and pride. Of the boy who had disappeared into legend and returned as the man who helped stitch the world back together with patience, mercy, and impossible hope.
They spoke of his kindness most of all.
How gentle he was. How wise he was for a young man. Just how calm he was for a man who’d lost his people at such a young age.
And those people had clearly never watched him argue with you in public over something completely idiotic.
Because for all the tales written about the Avatar, no one ever mentioned that he could be deeply annoying when he wanted to be.
Which, unfortunately for you, was often.
“You moved it.”
Aang looked up from where he crouched beside the stone path, one hand pressed dramatically to his chest. “I would never.”
“You absolutely would.”
“I’m hurt you think so little of me.”
“I think exactly enough of you. Maybe even more than you deserve.” You huffed, arms crossed as you looked at his smug face.
Around the two of you, the afternoon market continued in lively chaos. Merchants shouted prices over one another, steam curled from food carts, children darted between stalls with sticky hands and loud laughter. Somewhere nearby, a musician plucked at a tsungi horn while a pair of tourists whispered excitedly after recognizing the Avatar.
None of it mattered. Not when you were glaring at the line of polished pebbles arranged on the ground between you.
It really had just begun as an innocent challenge.
A walk through the market had turned into Aang spotting smooth river stones at a vendor’s stall, which had turned into him insisting he could still win at the old games you used to play as kids, which had turned into both of you kneeling in the middle of the road arguing over whether he had secretly nudged his pebble forward when you weren’t looking.
“You’re impossible,” you said.
“And yet,” he replied, smiling lazily, “you keep choosing to spend time with me.”
“That can be changed.” A few people nearby snorted.
The crowd had started small, just curious glances and slowed footsteps, but like always, the moment voices rose, people gathered. It was a known fact in the city by now: if the Avatar and his partner were bickering somewhere, it was worth watching.
A fruit seller leaned against his cart like he’d found free entertainment for the day.
A little boy in the front row whispered loudly, “Who’s winning?”
“No one,” his mother answered, ushering him away from the crowded area. “Some people in love just fight to fight.”
You pointed accusingly at Aang’s pebble. “That was not there before.”
He gasped. “You think I’d lie to you?”
“I think you’d lie to win. Against me.”
Another ripple of laughter spread through the onlookers.
Aang straightened to his full height and crossed his arms. “You know what this is really about?”
“Oh, I’m sure this will be stupid.”
“You hate losing to me.”
“I hate losing to a cheater.”
“Baseless accusation.”
“Your stupid face is evidence enough.” The childlike retort came out of your mouth before you could stop it. Aang’s face wasn’t stupid, far from it actually, but when games from your childhood came into play it was like you returned to the 12 year old girl you once were.
He put a hand over his heart again. “That’s so cruel.”
You reached for your pebble.
Before your fingers touched it, a tiny breeze skipped across the ground and sent it rolling two inches away.
The crowd gasped.
Your head snapped up slowly. And there Aang was…just looking at the sky, whistling.
“You did not just move my pebble!”
“What? You have no proof.”
“No proof?” You stood so fast your skirt swished around your ankles. “You moved it in front of witnesses!”
He shrugged. “Maybe the wind favored me.”
“The wind is you!”
That did it.
The market broke into full laughter, several people doubling over while others openly took sides.
“The Avatar cheated!” someone shouted.
“Long live strategic bending!” another yelled back.
Aang grinned, completely shameless. “See? Public opinion is divided.”
“Public opinion is wrong.”
You lunged at him. Not with any real violence aimed toward him, but enough to shove both palms into his chest.
He stumbled back two steps, laughing so hard he nearly tripped over a basket of cabbages. The merchant yelped something like my cabbages! and pulled them to safety at the last second.
“You’re a menace,” you said, advancing.
“And you lovveeee me.” The avatar teased, a grin on his face.
“I tolerate you with great effort.”
He raised his hands in surrender, still smiling. “Now who’s lying?”
You shoved him again. This time he caught your wrists.
Warm hands closed around them gently, familiar and easy. He tugged once, and because he was stronger than he looked and because you were not prepared, you stumbled straight into him. The crowd oohed.
You glared up at him from inches away. “Let go of me.”
“Ask nicely.”
“I’d rather eat sand.”
“That can be arranged.”
A playful gust of air swirled around your ankles.
You kicked at him on instinct, and he laughed again- that bright, unguarded laugh people crossed continents to hear and you got simply for threatening him in broad daylight.
It was unfair.
“People think you’re dignified,” you muttered.
“I am dignified.”
“You’re holding me hostage in front of a fruit stand.”
“It’s called romance.”
“No, this is called public embarrassment.”
He shrugged, “Same thing, sometimes.”
He finally let go of your wrists only to slide one hand into yours before you could step away.
The shift was so natural it almost startled you. One second you were squabbling, the next your fingers were laced together like they had been made for it.
The crowd, traitorous thing that it was, sighed in approval.
“Oh, don’t encourage him,” you said to them.
A grandmother near the back smiled. “Too late, dear.” And of course, Aang looked far too pleased with himself.
You narrowed your eyes. “You just love attention, don’t you?”
“I love your attention.” And there it was. That stupid, soft thing he did- slipping sincerity into your arguments full of nonsense so smoothly you never saw it coming.
Your irritation faltered for half a second. He noticed, naturally.
His thumb brushed across your knuckles once. “You’re blushing,” he said.
“I am not.” “Yeah you are-” You hit his chest, as best as you could, “I am not!”
He laughed under his breath, then bent slightly so only you could hear him, “You know you started this, right?”
“You cheated.”
“I gave you a real challenge.”
“Everyday you find new ways to annoy me.”
Despite your - what some would view as cruel and cold hearted - words, Aang smiled a lovesick smile toward you, “And yet everyday you’re still with me.”
Your mouth opened, then closed. He knew exactly what he was doing.
You hated that.
You loved that.
Which was worse…you couldn’t tell.
The fruit seller tossed an apple into the air and caught it again. “Kiss already or keep fighting, but pick one.”
The crowd cheered their agreement.
You buried your face in your free hand. “I hate this city.”
Aang squeezed your fingers. “No, you don’t.”
“No,” you admitted. “I hate you.”
The audience booed dramatically at your confession. Aang only smiled, soft and certain. “No, you don’t.”
Then, before you could think of a proper comeback, he leaned down and kissed you.
It was quick at first- teasing, warm, and infuriatingly smug.
You grabbed the front of his robes and kissed him back harder just to wipe that expression off his face.
The market erupted. Applause. Whistles. Someone shouted, “Finally!”
When you pulled away, breathless, Aang looked entirely too satisfied.
“You’re unbearable,” you said.
“But I won.”
“You did not win.”
“I’m kissing you, aren’t I?”
“That’s not the competition.” You shoved his shoulder again, though weaker this time.
He caught your hand, pressed a grin to your knuckles, and turned to the still-cheering crowd with a graceful bow.
“Thank you all for witnessing my victory.”
“You are insufferable!” you called after him.
He tugged you along beside him, already weaving through the crowd in the market streets.
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“There’s a turtle-duck pond nearby.”
“And?”
“I think I can skip a stone farther than you.”
You stared at him. Then at the crowd already preparing to follow.
Then back at the man you loved, “You are so childish.”
He offered his hand anyway, and of course you took it.
when FIRELORD ZUKO takes a liking to AVATAR AANG'S mysterious new BRIDE.
TORN BETWEEN TWO ROADS ! — aang x reader x zuko
PLOT. republic city is finally at peace, and katara allows herself to hope that maybe now, after everything, she and aang can finally become something real. but when aang returns after eight months, he isn’t alone. he comes back with you at his side, introducing you as his wife. suspicious yet helpless, his friends do their best to welcome you, even as nothing about this sudden marriage makes sense. but while everyone else keeps their distance, one person doesn’t. and perhaps Zuko gets a little too comfortable with the avatar’s new wife.
CHARACTERS. AANG and ZUKO.
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, smut, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, dark themes, mentions of rape (not aang or zuko dw), established relationship, yearner aang, infidelity, depression, mentions of suicide, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not canon compliant to legend of korra, wip.
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CHAPTER ONE
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang but follows the characters, not canon compliant to legend of korra, not proofread.
CHAPTER TWO
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps. reader is 21, established relationship, mean sokka (no hate for him please, i am just a bitch hahah), little arguing (lowkey fight), fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
CHAPTER THREE
WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, some 'arguing' with zuko, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.
Guys do u have any Isekai/transmigration fics recommendations where the MC gets reborn in the atla universe? Like for example the MC reincarnates as Aang OR they just popped into that world like your classic isekai. I lOVEEEE LOVE tropes like that. It can be an x oc or x reader idc man I'm just so hungry right now :') pretty please
Zuko was your baby, no matter how much he protested against your affection and constant babying. You doted on him endlessly—and for good reason.
He had a troubled past, spending years suffering and groveling for his father’s approval. Years stuck between good and evil, right and wrong. Every time he thought he had finally made the right choice, it seemed to blow up in his face. He felt empty, like his soul wandered endlessly looking for something—someone to cling to.
His mother disappeared for most of his life, his father hated him, and his sister was angry, hurt, and confused. He was fortunate enough to have his uncle’s love and guidance because without it? He would’ve been just as lost as Azula.
Zuko had an incredibly difficult time learning how to communicate with you. When you first met, he was this awkward, shy boy with anger issues who constantly tried to act tough, but you knew it was all a front.
You’d seen Zuko when he thought no one was watching. He was a big softie with an even bigger heart. He cared deeply about his friends, his family, and especially you.
That’s why it saddened you so deeply when you thought too hard about the way he’d been treated.
You two could be doing the most mundane things and the damage would still show itself. You’d speak to him from his left side, only for him to turn fully toward you because he couldn’t hear well on that side anymore. Or you’d excitedly show him something, and he’d have to squint to see it because his left eye had been permanently damaged from the accident. He also suffered from constant headaches because of it.
Zuko didn’t know that you knew the truth behind his scar. He told you it was a training accident, but Uncle Iroh eventually told you what really happened—how Ozai burned his own son for speaking out of turn without a shred of remorse.
The story made you cry for days. After learning the truth, you could barely look Zuko in the eye without tearing up.
He claimed he’d healed from it all, but every now and then the nightmares still came. In his sleep, he’d whisper his father’s name so quietly it almost didn’t sound real. He didn’t know these things happened because you made sure he didn’t. It would devastate him if he realized how often you stayed awake just to comfort him through it.
Just like tonight.
He tossed and turned beside you, mumbling incoherent words while sweat dampened his skin.
You quickly sat up, pulling the blankets off his overheated body before gathering him into your arms.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby. It’s just me. I got you. Go back to sleep.” You brushed his damp hair away from his forehead and pressed a kiss there.
He shifted restlessly for a few more seconds before finally calming in your arms. Slowly, he nudged his face against your chest and fell back asleep.
Tears prickled your eyes as you held him tighter, silently praying to anyone who would listen. You wished you could take all of his pain away.
The next morning, your hand drifted across the bed only to find Zuko’s side empty. You sat up, squinting sleepily around the room until you spotted his silhouette behind the privacy wall.
“Zuko?”
“Hm?” he peeked around the corner, slight concern written across his face.
“You alright?” You slipped out of bed and crossed the room, the warm floor brushing beneath your feet. The second you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his bare torso.
Zuko immediately melted into the embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I love you, Zuko. I hope you know that.”
He chuckled softly into your hair.
“You tell me every day, baby. How could I forget?” You could hear the teasing hidden in his voice.
You let out a small huff. “Good.”
He laughed quietly then wrapped his arms around you tighter.
“I’m just teasing,” he murmured. “I love you too, sweetheart. More than you know.”
despite the tremendous growth zuko has had over the years in regulating his emotions and reeling back his more sadistic ways of achieving his goals, it’s no surprise that there are still moments where his past behavior peeks through in places that aren’t quite. . . standard for him.
“hm? I didn’t quite catch that, baby,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on your flushed face as he pulls you closer, grip steady, the tension between you palpable and unmistakable. he forcefully bounces you on his fat cock as steam curls around you, water harshly sloshing with every sharp thrust your husband plants to your abused hole. it’s nothing unusual for zuko to pull you into the royal baths like this, craving a quiet escape from his relentless advisors and the chaos of certain friends who have always surrounded him.
but this time. this time was different.
“i—mph! i’m sorry! i’msorryi’msorryi’msorry—!”
“sorry for what? be more clear.”
“for ah! running straight into danger when you told me not to.”
“exactly. with absolutely no regard for your safety.” he clicks his tongue, a large hand coming down to swat at your asscheeks. “i know you’re a big, strong girl, but dealing with bandits alone isn’t something i want my wife to be doing in her spare time, especially when i’m off on avatar business,” he growls, tone edged with something firm but familiar.
frustration, worry. a deep desire to keep you safe in his domain.
you nod frantically, eyes glossed over with a mix of pleasure and guilt. you know how much zuko worries about you, a non-bender from foreign lands still unfamiliar with the true weight and danger of the fire nation territory.
you aren’t used to this, to life as royalty. to be waited on by maids and fed by famous chefs. you were a kyoshi warrior, above all. the only thing you knew here was him. his patience, steady presence, and strength. the way he looks at you like you hung up the moon and stars.
the fiery, dilated eyes that you cannot currently see.
“wanna look at you, zuko. haven’t seen your face in days.” you whimper, tears staining the crimson ribbon, the one tight around your eyes— the one he uses to keep his hair up.
“bad girls don’t get to have their way, princess. make me cum, and maybe i’ll grant you your wish.”
he slides his hands up your torso, teasing and featherlike. you could only shudder as you kept moving against him, your hands clinging to his shoulders and arms, stronger and broader than you remember, shaped by the years that have passed around him.
he thumbs at your nipples. a flicker of curiosity crossing his face as his thoughts begin to wander. he feels the subtle change in you, the way you tense and draw closer, and his expression shifts into something more devious (and a tad vengeful) as he watches you carefully.
zap!
you gasp at the sharp sting against your chest.
lightening. from his fingertips.
“i didn’t tell you to stop, sweetheart. you don’t get to stop until i punish you properly.” he tilts his head. “now, should i make you count?”
he’s still angry, but not unfair. zuko soothes the sting with his mouth, lips pressing and suctioning and lingering where the heat blooms, easing it with slow, careful attention from his hot tongue— the way he does to your achy cunt on the days of your period where your cramps hurt the most.
then, he does it again. lets a spark flicker against the flesh of your ass, clit, and chest again and again until you’re trembling against him, unable to keep yourself upright.
relentless and ruthless and so, so, so in love with you.
“i’m sorry, zuko. won’t ever do it again.”
“i know you are, baby. but i can’t forgive you just yet.”
“wh-what can i do to make you feel better?”
he pauses, thoughts drifting once more as he begins to picture you warm and glowing, a soft hand resting over the gentle curve of your stomach. that’s all he’s been thinking about, really. in meetings and missions, at night when he’s got an arm slung over your tummy as you sleep.
what it would be like for you to bear his children.
you have always been so patient, so natural with aang’s son bumi, and the image lingers longer than he expects. he can’t fathom anyone else standing beside him, anyone else he would trust with something as important as having his heir, something that felt like a future he never thought he’d have.
(and it’d give him all the more right to be fussy and obsessive about your safety. to keep you in his palace and in his line of sight at all times.
to tie you to him for eternity and more.)
“giving me a baby.” he quickens his pace, rough hands glued to your hips, now full on slamming into you. he’s delirious with want, the animalistic need to mark you and solidify your position as lady of this land once and for all. “i want an heir, princess.”
“ah—! ah—! zuko, slow down! a wh-what? a-a baby?”
“yes. need you bred and pregnant by the end of the week— no— by tonight. that’s an order.” he jests, but there’s a heavy glint in his eye.
a vow. you would bare his child at once.
“o-of course, zuko.”
“then we can’t have the water washing away my cum now can we? gotta make sure it takes.” he presses a kiss to the side of your head, slow and lingering. then his teeth catch lightly on the ribbon, tugging it loose before he pulls it away from your face, letting it fall as he finally looks at you again.
he grips your ass. makes a move to stand, cock still buried to the hilt of your quivering pussy. you instinctively tighten around him, grappling at the expanse of his muscular figure.
“miss you so much.” you sigh, nuzzling into his face and kissing his scar. he breathes in your scent. agonizes over the fact that you’d smell so much sweeter once you’re full of milk and spiritual energy. “wan’ a baby with you too, zuko. been wanting one for so long.”
he begins thrusting upwards again, letting gravity drag you down his length. “why didn’t you say so before, baby?”
“you were so busy with nation affairs and. . . with everything you’ve been through.” you bite your lip. “and we cannot guarantee our first born would inherit fire-bending.”
he chuckles. his sweet, thoughtful girl. “all the more reason to have one, flower. or many. it would strengthen the throne regardless if the fire lord can bend fire or not. and it would heal my past wounds in ways that you can’t even imagine. to see you and watch you be the most amazing mother to our children. . .” he groans as he feels himself nearing the end.
you moan at his words— at the weight of him inside you and what this meant. “i’m so close, zuko. wanna feel you fill me. wanna give you a baby. wanna make you a good father, too.”
his hips falter for a moment, breath catching. your arms wind around his neck, pulling him down as your lips meet his in a rushed, desperate kiss, the kind that says more than either of you can put into words as zuko leans into you without hesitation. he cums with a moan into your mouth, his semen coating your guts in long, endless spills. feels your slick envelope him as well, walls milking him for everything he has.
“i love you.” he whispers into the crown of your head. “what an honor it’d be to start this new chapter with you.”
you can only smile against his chest, eyes drifting closed as sleep slowly takes you. you trust that he’ll always make sure you’re clean and ready for bed, wrapped safely in his arms.
your dreams blur soft and warm, filled with him, with the quiet image of zuko standing tall, a smaller version of him clutching the front of his robes as he holds them close, steady and sure like everything you’ve come to find in him.
sloppy kisses with zuko… i’m thinking about how there’s always too much saliva and it’s always so attractive and arousing.
zuko loves to french, he loves trying to eat your entire face off when you're making out. and you can't deny how much you love it as well. you're always misled, whenever you think he's going to go in for a simple kiss, he always ends up sneaking his tongue out to lick at your lips and slot his tongue between them. he grabs you close to him, his hands grasping your waist to hold you.
you can't even complain because you're always so willing to reciprocate. you can spend so much time just kissing him, hearing him moan into your mouth as he tastes you in his mouth. he never gets enough either because he feels the need to literally suck on your tongue. just plain nasty. and he isn't shy about doing this in public either. he likes showing others your his and he's yours, he's willing to make out with you wherever and at this point you've learnt to stop being embarrassed about it. you're proud of your boyfriend being so obsessed with you which is why you're settling on his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders to moan into his mouth as well.
Aang smut idea, right before the first time he has sex, he goes into the Avatar state to ask how to please a woman.
Steam curled under the bathroom door, warm and constant. Aang sat a few feet away, trying—really trying—to center himself. It wasn’t working.
The quiet sound of water, the soft shift of movement behind the door… it kept pulling his focus back.
He exhaled sharply. “Okay. Focus.”
He closed his eyes. Breathed. And let himself fall into the Avatar State. Light flickered. Wind brushed past him. And then—
“You’re distracted,” Avatar Roku said calmly. Aang sighed. “Yeah. I noticed.”
Roku stepped closer, presence steady, grounding. “You’re thinking too much about doing everything correctly. Slow down. Care about her experience. Let it be gentle. Intentional.”
Aang nodded, trying to absorb it.
Another presence slipped in, lighter—almost amused.
“You’re going to think yourself in circles,” Avatar Kuruk said. Aang frowned slightly. “I’m asking for help.”
“And we’re giving it,” Kuruk replied easily. “But you’re missing the point. She doesn’t need perfection. She needs to feel wanted. There’s energy to it—don’t shy away from that.” Roku’s expression tightened. “There’s more to it than—”
“And I didn’t say there wasn’t,” Kuruk cut in. “I said don’t strip it down to something so careful it loses its spark.”
Aang looked between them, already overwhelmed. “So… which one of you is right?”
“Both,” Roku said.
“Obviously me,” Kuruk said at the same time.
Aang groaned. “This is not helping.” A new voice cut through—clear, firm, unmistakably unimpressed.
“Move.”
Both men paused.
Aang blinked as a third presence stepped forward. Avatar Kyoshi didn’t even glance at them at first.
She looked at Aang. Really looked at him.
“…you asked them?” she said flatly.
Aang straightened slightly. “I—well—yeah, I just—”
Kyoshi lifted a hand, and both Roku and Kuruk fell quiet.
“Stop circling around it,” she said. “He’s not a child.”Aang felt his face heat immediately. Kyoshi’s gaze didn’t soften—but there was something steadier underneath it now. Direct. Honest.
“You listen,” she said. “Not just with your ears. With your attention. The way she reacts. The way she moves. That tells you more than either of them ever could.”
Aang swallowed, nodding.
“And don’t hesitate,” Kyoshi added. “Uncertainty shows. If you’re there, be there. Fully. Explore her and don’t be afraid to ask if she likes it.”
Kuruk smirked slightly behind her. “See? That’s what I was saying.”
“Not like you were saying it,” Kyoshi replied without looking back.
Roku gave the faintest nod. “Confidence and care are not opposites.”
Kyoshi crossed her arms. “Exactly.”
She looked back at Aang, and this time there was the slightest edge of something knowing in her expression. “It’s not about getting everything right,” she said. “It’s about paying attention—and responding.”
Aang’s face was definitely warm now.
“…okay,” he said quietly.
Kyoshi studied him for a second longer, then stepped back. “Good,” she said. “Then stop overthinking.”
The light dimmed. The voices faded.
And Aang was back—sitting in the quiet room, the soft sound of the shower still running just a few feet away.
He stayed there for a moment, staring ahead. Processing. Then he rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a breath.
“…confidence,” he muttered.
A beat.
“…and attention.” Another pause. “…and not asking them again.”
***
Aang took their advice. Although his heart was beating out of his flesh, he remained confident and attentive. The shared kisses and soft caresses that turned rough.
Him watching the way you jump and grind against his tongue as he sucked your clit.
Or the way you held him tighter to you as his filled you again and again.
toph walks around with hickies on her neck shamelessly. unlike aang, who covers up the marks left by katara, toph wears hers with pride.
she's prideful over the pretty girl she always has waiting at home, ready to paint toph's body with dark love marks. she has them all over her neck, her shoulders, and sometimes even on her biceps.
if toph sees you before she goes to see the rest of the gang, you make sure to leave your mark by pressing kisses all over her body—ensuring that your lipstick stains her skin.
"toph," sokka would grimace at the sight of toph. "you need to tell your girl to lay off. she's sucking you dry like a vampire."
toph would only grin.
she can never see the marks you leave on her, of course, but the sensitivity of her bruised skin is enough to make her go fucking crazy. it was always a reminder of you.
Pairing: Fire Lord Zuko x Earth Nation Envoy Reader
Summary: You're a delegate from the Earth Nation, sent to negotiate treaties and arrange a suitable bride from your homeland for the fire lord. Unbeknownst to you, he already has a bride in mind, and he refuses to make your job easy for you.
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: none. Just drunk zuko in this one. No use of y/n
A/N: Zuko propaganda got to me I fear lmao. He's lowkey Jinshi from Apothecary Diaries coded here because his luscious hair reminded me of him. I haven't watched the movie yet cuz school's been beating my ass, and it's been a VERY long time since I watched the series so this is based on vibes and tiktok edits of Zuko alone. Will probably be a series :)
AO3
The Fire Nation's palace gardens were deliberately vast, designed to remind any visiting dignitary of their grandeur, but at this late hour, they felt abandoned. Lanterns burned low along the winding paths, their amber glow softened by drifting night air, and the distant murmur of the capital had faded, like the memory of a sound rather than the sound itself.
You had not intended to wander this far from your assigned quarters. Having been here for almost three months now, your days followed a familiar pattern—meetings layered atop meetings and tedious negotiations with men who liked the sound of their voice too much. Today was supposed to be your day off, but you had decided not to join your fellow Earth Nation delegates in their eager exploration of the Fire Nation capital.
Back home, your colleagues liked to joke that you'd rather choose a ledger over leisure, and that even your dreams must be filled with parchment and policy. They weren't entirely wrong. You simply liked to stay ahead of your tasks. Nonetheless, even you needed a break, which is what led you to wander the grounds at this outrageous hour, your eyes burning from hours spent poring over scrolls with a posture so abysmal it would have made your grandmother whack you with her cane.
That is when you saw him.
At first, he was only a dark shape against the lighter stone of the pavilion steps. The Fire Lord looked nothing like the man you had spent weeks stuck in meetings with. In council chambers, his every word chosen with care, his presence filling the room whether he spoke or not, but here, his posture was unguarded, elbows resting loosely against his knees, hands hanging between them as though he had forgotten what to do with them. His head was tilted back, his gaze fixed upon the sky as though searching for something.
It was strange, seeing him without the armour of expectation. His hair, usually bound in that precise, formal half-knot befitting his station, had come loose and dark strands slipped free, stirred gently by the night breeze, brushing against his cheek and the sharp line of his jaw. This was the man who had once been a prince in exile, a figure whispered about in war stories and political cautionary tales alike, but right now, he looked rather young and a little forlorn.
The absence of guards around him was also alarming. You had grown accustomed to the invisible wall that surrounded him during the day, a careful choreography of soldiers and attendants ensuring that no one came too close, but here, there was nothing. No steel or watchful eyes lurking in the shadows. Just him, the openness of the garden, and you, spying on him like some oddity.
You reminded yourself that you should leave him be, because this version of him was not yours to witness. You were merely a guest here, a representative of a nation that had once stood in bitter opposition to his own, and there were lines that you were meant to respect.
But you couldn't stop yourself from observing him, wondering not for the first time, what it must be like to carry a life so steeped in contradiction. To be both ruler and exile, victor and penitent, feared and respected. He looked rather lonely.
The breeze shifted then, cool against your skin, and with it came the scent of smoke and night-blooming flowers, an odd but not unpleasant pairing, like the Fire Nation itself.
You thought to yourself absently that he would make someone a good husband. The notion was absurd because it was so at odds with everything you had been taught to expect. Fire Lords were not meant to be good husbands. They were meant to be the axis upon which an empire turned, but over the course of your endless meetings, you had noticed a hard-earned patience from Fire Lord Zuko. He was a man who listened, even when his advisors spoke over one another in their thinly veiled desperation.
And oh, how desperate they were in their singular goal to see him married. They all circled the matter with varying degrees of tact. The Fire Nation needed a future, they said. The Fire Nation needed continuity.
The Fire Nation needed a queen.
You were unfortunately a part of that effort, and one of your many assigned duties was to review the eligible noble daughters of Ba Sing Se with Zuko and ensure that he picked the one best suited to the future of both your nations. If you succeed and return home having orchestrated such a match, your future will be secured as neatly as his. Promotions, accolades, and the envy of your peers, it would all be yours.
But it was the most difficult of your tasks, because the damned Fire Lord had avoided every attempt of yours to sit down and actually make a selection.
When you turned to leave, your shoes made a whisper of a sound, but it was enough, and suddenly Zuko was no longer looking up at the sky, but at you. He didn't look particularly angry, and you had half a mind to pull out your scroll of eligible brides and demand he make a choice so you could finally go home. But that would be rather ridiculous.
You straightened instinctively, your body remembering protocol even as your mind lagged behind it, and you dipped your head politely. "Forgive me, my lord," you murmured, the words smooth from repetition, though they felt strangely out of place. "I did not mean to intrude."
When you lifted your gaze, he simply shrugged with an odd smile. "You need not be frightened," he responded gently.
His choice of words made sense, you supposed, coming from a boy raised in the shadow of his father, a father you have heard stories of. Perhaps Zuko's gentleness came as a rebellion against what came before.
"I am not afraid, my lord," you said bluntly.
"You are not?" There was something boyish in the question that did not quite belong to the Fire Lord, but undeniably belonged to him.
"You're not a particularly frightful sight right now, truth be told..." The pause that followed was long enough for realization to strike, and you added belatedly, "...my lord."
For a heartbeat, you were certain you had overstepped, and that even his patience could not excuse it. But then he laughed, startling you more than his anger would have.
"That is good to hear, I suppose."
Only when you were no longer bracing for reprimand, you noticed the slur in his speech, so subtle that you might have dismissed it if not for the hours you had spent listening to him speak with precise, measured clarity. His words now were a fraction softer around the edges, the consonants not quite as sharp.
Today was your day off because it was his day off too, you remembered. You had been told by his advisors that he had taken leave to meet old companions in the city. Rulers were permitted their reprieves, however rare, but the image of Fire Lord Zuko drinking in a tavern, surrounded by boisterous friends, was a hard one to conjure.
Not knowing what else to say, you tilted your head back toward the sky and reached for the safest thing you could find. "The moon is quite lovely tonight."
You expected him to offer something equally benign in return, but instead he said, with complete and utter sincerity, "I have a friend whose girlfriend turned into the moon once."
You gaped at him, certain you must have misheard. There was nothing in your training as an envoy that could have prepared you for that, and no diplomatic phrasing that accounted for friends whose girlfriends became celestial bodies.
Yes, Fire Lord Zuko was most certainly drunk.
He made that even clearer when he attempted to rise, and his foot caught on a stray pebble. With a flick of your wrist, the stone skittered out of the way, pulled by your bending as easily as breath, but it was too late to prevent his awkward misstep. Zuko pitched forward, and you moved without thinking, your hand darting out to catch the back of his robes, pinching the fabric to halt his momentum before he could meet the ground face-first.
For a brief moment, the two of you were caught in an odd, suspended tableau, him leaning forward just enough to feel the pull of your grip, you standing just behind him, holding a Fire Lord by the back of his clothing like one might a particularly troublesome cat.
When he straightened, his cheeks were aflame, though you were certain half the flush was due to whatever he'd been drinking.
"Well," he mutters breathlessly, "this is rather undignified."
You released your hold and shrugged. "We all have our moments. Even a Fire Lord cannot avoid the errors of being a mortal man."
Determined to salvage what remained of his dignity, Zuko huffed and turned to walk, but he made it only three steps before he bent forward, one hand braced against his thigh. "Damn you, Sokka," he grumbled under his breath. "I know I shouldn't have had that last—"
He broke off with a hiccup, and you resisted the urge to laugh.
"Do you want me to get someone for you?" you asked, when you had composed yourself enough. "An attendant, perhaps?"
Zuko waved his hand dismissively. "I am fine. I do not wish to inconvenience anyone."
"You look on the verge of collapsing where you stand...my lord."
"I am fine."
You sighed, debating whether it would be appropriate to leave him be. But then you remembered that if something were to happen to him, your promotion would be out of reach, so in your own selfish best interest, you had to ensure that he returned to his chambers.
"Very well," you sighed, holding out your arm. "Allow me to escort you."
You hoped he would refuse, likely to preserve whatever remained of his authority in this increasingly compromised state, but he took your arm almost eagerly. At first, your support was merely precautionary, but with each step, he leaned in a little more, and by the time you reached the threshold of the palace interior, you were practically lugging him.
You had not realized, until now, quite how solid he was, or just how much of him there was to support.
By day, the palace was all order and intention, wide corridors lined with guards, servants and courtiers drifting about like bright fish through a controlled current. You had learned its shape in pieces, the path from your chambers to the council room, the turn toward the library, and the sunlit courtyards where meetings sometimes spilled over.
But at night, it was a labyrinth. Dimly lit braziers cast flickering light along the halls, and every turn looked like the last, every carved doorway indistinguishable from the next. It might have been manageable if you were not half-carrying the Fire Lord.
"Where am I supposed to be taking you, my lord?" you demanded brusquely.
Zuko was draped over you in a way that would have been scandalous if anyone were around to witness it, one arm slung heavily across your shoulders and his breath warm against your temple.
"I cannot very well wander the palace indefinitely with you in this state."
He made a sound that might have been agreement, or it might have been a laugh. It was difficult to tell.
"Left," he murmured after a moment, one hand pointing in a direction that may or may not have corresponded to reality.
You briefly considered tossing him over your shoulder. It would be a more efficient way to go about this, but the idea of striding through the halls, carrying the Fire Lord like a sack of grain, was ludicrous.
So you continued as you were, half dragging, half carrying him, your steps uneven as you compensated for his shifting weight while he muttered directions into your shoulder at irregular intervals.
"Not that one," he said once, when you veered toward a doorway that looked identical to the last three. "Other—no, the other other—"
"You are being exceedingly helpful," you remarked sarcastically.
"Thank you. I try." He sounded smug enough that you had the sudden urge to dump him right there.
Eventually, by some combination of his vague guidance and your stubborn persistence, you reached his chambers. You knew it before he confirmed it, though he did so anyway with a triumphant hum.
The Fire Lord's private quarters should have been the most heavily attended area in the palace, staffed with guards and attendants alike, ready to respond at a moment's notice, but there was no one around. You glanced around once more, hoping someone would materialize if you looked hard enough, but no one did.
"Well," you complained, more to yourself than to him, "that is inconvenient."
"You wanted help?" Zuko asked.
"Yes. That would have been ideal."
"But I am here. Who else could you possibly need?"
"You are why I need help, my lord."
With no one to relieve you, you had little choice but to continue, somehow managing to push the doors open while keeping him upright. His chambers were dimly lit, the glow of a few low-burning braziers casting long shadows across polished floors and rich fabrics. It was spacious, though not ostentatious, far less adorned than you might have expected, though perhaps that said more about him than the Fire Nation itself.
Your focus remained fixed on the singular goal of reaching the bed without collapsing under the effort, thinking that you deserved a promotion for your efforts. Babysitting a drunk Fire Lord was not in your list of expected duties as an envoy.
However, when you reached the bed, you stumbled, and Zuko's grip on your arm tightened reflexively, pulling you forward enough to disrupt what little balance you had left. The two of you tipped together in a graceless tangle of limbs and fabric, until suddenly you were on the bed.
Or rather, you were on him.
Your hands had come down to brace yourself, your elbows planted firmly on either side of his head, caging him in without intention. For a moment, neither of you moved, and then you became aware of everything all at once.
Zuko's robes had shifted in the fall, loosened at the collar, and his breath feathered your chin, close enough to make you curse the gods once more for filling your nights with such inconvenience.
His eyes were half-lidded, but there was a clarity there that did not belong to a man in his state. He was watching you with an expression that could only be described as mesmerized, and you arched a brow.
"Would you mind letting go, my lord?" you deadpanned. "I believe putting you to bed is far beyond my scope of duties."
Because his hands were still clutching your arms, and at your words, they tightened slightly.
"Right," he murmured, the slurred words ghosting against your skin. "Of course. Forgive me for inconveniencing you."
But he still didn't let go.
If anything, one of his hands slid along your arm, followed by a gentle tug to draw you closer. It was not a decisive movement, as though some part of him had decided, without consulting the rest, that the distance between you was unnecessary.
Then Zuko tipped his head slightly and brushed his nose along your jaw. It was so light it was barely there, but it wasn't something to be dismissed, his breath following in its wake. When he inhaled, you flinched, scrambling to untangle yourself, trying to reclaim distance, propriety, and anything that resembled sense.
He, too, seemed to realize the position you were in, and his cheeks turned three shades darker. "Oh."
His hands loosened reluctantly, as if they disagreed with the decision, even as he made it.
You shot upright immediately and nodded. "I bid you goodnight, then, my lord."
But when you attempted to depart, Zuko reached forward to snag your sleeve.
"Must you leave?"
He had pushed himself up onto his elbows, his hair slightly dishevelled and his expression woefully earnest.
You were at a loss. "Why would I remain in your chambers?"
Zuko let his head fall back against the cushions with dramatic resignation. "It does get awfully lonely."
He meant it as a jest, but you sensed the truth behind it.
"Well, perhaps you ought to be less picky, then," you said tartly.
He cracked one eye open to glance at you. "Picky?"
"Yes. Your council seems to be trying quite desperately to find you a wife, if I recall correctly. Someone to keep you company and alleviate this terrible loneliness you suffer from."
"They show me portraits like they're presenting battle strategies," Zuko huffed, rolling his head to the side so he could look at you properly. "This one has a strong lineage. That one has excellent posture. Another plays an instrument I've never heard of."
"And none of that appeals to you?" you demanded.
"Not particularly."
"How unfortunate. Some of those 'battle strategies' are quite promising, I am sure. You might even find one you like, if you tried."
"Mm," he hummed, his gaze not leaving yours. "Or I could simply wait."
"To grow old and grey while your advisors worry themselves over your future? Sounds like a brilliant plan."
Zuko's responding grin had nothing to do with the fire that burned within him, and he shrugged. "I could wait for someone less diplomatic."
"You are the Fire Lord. I am not certain you are permitted that luxury," you deadpanned. "Might as well do as you're told. Though I suppose you will not. Not as you are, like this."
"And how am I, exactly?"
"Currently? A great deal of work."
That drew another warm laugh from him. "Why do you remain, then?"
You turned to the door with a roll of your eyes. "Only because it would be highly irresponsible to leave the Fire Lord to fend for himself in such a state. You ought to have a night guard in place."
"How dutiful of you," Zuko drawled.
"It is my best quality, I am told, my lord."
And then you did leave, despite the odd wistful glance he sent your way.
there is always something to sentimental when it comes to saying his name. leon can’t comprehend it, but his heart aches when you tell him, "i love you, leon."
could it be the way you say his name so unashamedly? it’s like everything that he’d been through, everything that defined him, didn’t matter to you.
he was always just leon to you.
your leon.
so why does it hurt his heart then?
not the hurt that pains but the hurt that happily throbs, with small tears welling in the corner of his eyes. is it finally being seen as just leon? probably.
so, when you say his name, you aren’t commanding him or calling him for another mission, you say it as a gentle lilt, a soft admonition.
you could tell him, "i love you, leon." and he’ll smile, even when he tries to hide it, unsure of what to do with his feelings except feel loved.
zuko bringing his tiny baby to council meetings, cradling her carefully in the crook of his arm like she’s the most precious treasure in the fire nation.
she keeps cooing and gurgling happily the whole time, little hands waving in the air. every few minutes she gets louder and zuko gently pats her round belly with two fingers, leaning down to murmur in the softest voice, “not now, my little valley dove… daddy’s trying to work.”
the baby just kicks her chubby legs harder and lets out the cutest squeal, completely unbothered.
and the entire council?
they’re absolutely melting. grown generals and advisors who usually look stern and serious are now fighting back smiles, exchanging soft glances, completely enchanted by their fire lord and his happy little daughter.
zuko keeps trying to stay composed and regal, but the tiny smile that keeps tugging at his lips gives him away completely.
thinking about lemurian!rafayel being mates with selkie!reader
lemurian!rafayel who saw you walking along the shoreline for days and being confused by your beauty. humans were pretty, sure, but they didn’t tend to have the radiance you had- it was a certain something that couldn’t be placed- something that only creatures of the sea had.
you would walk up and down the shoreline for hours, never stopping to sleep, digging around in bushes and under rocks.
on the third day of watching you, you finally find what it is you’re after- a pelt! why would you need a selkie’s pelt?
lemurian!rafayel, who knows that selkie pelts are very sacred to them, wondered if he should drown you so that you leave the poor selkies pelt alone- they were probably looking for it! pelts were invaluable to selkies.
selkie!reader, who after finding her precious pelt that a human stole and hid from her, hears singing behind her. ugh, siren song, now?
selkie!reader who glares at the man, cradling her pelt to her chest and walking towards the ocean. “it’s rude to catcall.”
lemurian!rafayel who is shocked that his voice isn’t luring you to him, watches you dive into the water. he chases after you, only to find you swimming along, a seal tail in place of what was just legs.
“you’re not a human?” lemurian!rafayel asks, skepticism ringing in his voice.
selkie!reader who turns and wrinkles her nose at him. “clearly not- that’s even more insulting than me thinking you were catcalling me- you were trying to kill me?!”
lemurian!rafayel who, after that moment, became enthralled by you. he courted you day after day with the most colorful shells he could find, a variety of pearls, elaborate jewelry (that he totally didn’t steal from humans, pfft) and anything else he could get his hands on.
selkie!reader who is beyond unimpressed with rafayel’s gifts- what was she supposed to do with these? useless!!
lemurian!rafayel who stalked the area of the ocean and the rocks you stayed around, trying to find a way to impress you. it was then when he saw a male selkie courting a female selkie- and it worked!
…but at what cost. lemurian!rafayel hovered in the water in front of selkie!reader, barking, slapping his hand against his belly loudly and with the vigor of a mad man, ending the courtship ritual with a dashing lap around you! huh, selkie courting traditions sure were different from both lemurian and siren traditions.
selkie!reader who stares at rafayel in disbelief and… approval?!
once selkie!reader accepted lemurian!rafayel as her mate, the two were inseparable, often swimming together side by side or in a spiral with their tails entwined.
they would often wear matching hairstyles, lemurian!rafayel’s adorned with pebbles that you gift him, and your hair pinned back with various shells that your lover sifted through until he found the perfect one.
selkie!reader, who after realizing she’s in love, feels comfortable shedding her pelt around lemurian!rafayel, trusting that he wont steal it.
lemurian!rafayel who sunbathes with you on rocks and sandbars, occasionally dipping back into the water to soothe his drying-out tail.
the ultimate sign of trust came one night when lemurian!rafayel was cold and you covered him with your pelt- giving your most important item to your lover to comfort him.
a/n: i hate this but i spent too much time on it to not post it🫠also hes ooc as fuck whatever dude
tags (am i even supposed to tag for smth short idk): @colonelkaboom @sweetcalebb @heartyluv @rafayelkisses @wetforsylus @angeleclair @insidious-innocence @xaviersbunny @deepspacenova @silverianni @paintedperidot @luvleixo @gardenialily
I saw a comment that said " he looks like the kind of guy that gets cocky while eating it and will beg you to let him keep going even if you're thrashing around and pushing him away and…" and I really think that sounds so like Zuko… could you write something about it please?
!Fire lord zuko eating you out despite you being over stimulated
The silk sheets beneath you were already damp with sweat, twisted and bunched from where your fingers had clawed at them desperately. Your thighs trembled on either side of Zuko's head, muscles quivering with exhaustion and overstimulation, but his hands—those strong, calloused hands kept them spread wide, refusing to let you close them.
"Zuko—" Your voice came out broken, barely more than a whimper. "I can't—please, I can't—"
You felt him smile against your oversensitive flesh, that cocky, self-satisfied smirk you knew so well. He pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your soaked core, making you jerk involuntarily.
"You can," he said, voice rough with arousal and absolute confidence. "And you will."
Before you could protest again, his tongue was back on you, lapping at your swollen clit with deliberate, measured strokes that made stars explode behind your eyelids. Your back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as your hands flew to his hair, tugging hard.
"No, no, no—" The words tumbled out in a desperate litany. "Too much, it's too much—"
But Zuko was relentless. His golden eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark with lust and determination, and you could see the arrogance burning there—the absolute certainty that he could take you apart and put you back together as many times as he wanted.
"Look at you," he murmured against you, the vibration of his words sending another shock of sensation through your oversensitive nerves. "Shaking for me. Begging. Do you know how beautiful you are like this?"
His tongue circled your clit again, then flattened against it, applying pressure that made your entire body convulse. Your legs tried to close instinctively, seeking relief from the overwhelming sensation, but his grip on your thighs tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.
"Keep them open," he commanded, his voice taking on that authoritative edge that made you simultaneously want to obey and rebel. "Let me see all of you."
"Zuko, please—" You were thrashing now, hips bucking against his face despite yourself, caught between the need to escape the intensity and the traitorous desire for more. "I already—I can't again—"
He groaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core. "Yes, you can. You're going to come on my tongue again, and I'm going to taste every drop."
The arrogance in his voice should have annoyed you, but instead it sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in your already oversensitive center. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, knew the effect he had, and he was reveling in it.
Your hands were still tangled in his dark hair, pulling so hard it had to hurt, but he didn't seem to care. If anything, it spurred him on. His tongue moved faster, more deliberately, tracing patterns that he'd learned drove you wild. He alternated between broad, flat strokes and quick, focused flicks against your clit, never giving you a moment to adjust or recover.
"Stop, stop, stop—" The word became a chant, even as your body betrayed you, hips rolling against his mouth, chasing the pleasure even as it bordered on pain.
Zuko pulled back again, and you gasped at the sudden absence, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. But he wasn't done—not even close. His amber eyes were locked on yours, pupils blown wide with desire, his lips and chin glistening with evidence of your previous releases.
"Beg me to stop all you want," he said, voice low and rough, dripping with cocky confidence. "But your body is telling me something different. You're dripping for me, trembling, so sensitive that even my breath makes you shake." He demonstrated, blowing a soft stream of air across your swollen flesh, and you jerked violently, a broken sob escaping your lips.
"Please—" You didn't even know what you were begging for anymore.
"Please what?" He nipped at your inner thigh, making you gasp. "Please stop? Or please don't stop?" His tongue traced a slow, torturous path back to your center. "Because I'm not stopping. Not until you come apart for me one more time."
"I can't—" Your voice broke on the words, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking at the corners of your eyes. "It's too sensitive, I can't take it—"
"You can." His confidence was absolute, unshakeable. "You will. Because you're mine, and I know exactly what this body can handle."
Then his mouth was on you again, and this time he was merciless. His tongue worked your clit with single-minded determination, circling and flicking and sucking until you were writhing beneath him, your entire body trembling with the effort of holding back the orgasm you knew was inevitable.
Your thighs were shaking violently now, muscles spasming with exhaustion and overstimulation. You tried to close them again, tried to push his head away, but he was immovable. His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, holding you down as he devoured you like a man starved.
"Zuko—oh agni—Zuko, please—" You were babbling now, words tumbling out incoherently between gasps and moans. "I can't—please stop—it's too much—"
He hummed against you, the vibration making you cry out. When he spoke, he didn't pull away, the words muffled against your flesh. "Let me have this. Let me taste you. Just one more, my love. Give me one more."
There was something almost desperate in his voice beneath the arrogance, a need that matched your own overwhelming sensation. He wasn't just doing this to prove his skill—though his ego certainly enjoyed that—he was doing it because he was addicted to the taste of you, to the way you fell apart for him, to the power he held over your pleasure.
His tongue moved faster, more insistently, and you felt the pressure building again despite your protests, despite the overstimulation that made every nerve ending scream. Your hands were fisted in his hair so tightly you were probably hurting him, your back arched off the bed, your legs trembling uncontrollably in his grip.
"No, no, I can't—Zuko, I can't—"
"Yes, you can," he growled against you, and the authority in his voice, combined with a particularly wicked flick of his tongue, sent you hurtling over the edge.
The orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, so intense it was almost painful. Your entire body convulsed, a scream tearing from your throat as pleasure-pain exploded through every nerve. You thrashed against him, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but his hands held you firm, his mouth still working you through it, drawing out every last tremor and aftershock.
"That's it," he murmured, finally gentling his movements as you came down, pressing soft kisses to your oversensitive flesh that made you twitch and whimper. "That's my girl. So beautiful when you come undone for me."
When he finally pulled away, you collapsed back against the pillows, boneless and trembling, your chest heaving as you tried to remember how to breathe. Zuko crawled up your body, his expression smug and satisfied, lips curved in that cocky smirk that made you want to kiss him and hit him in equal measure.
"Still think you couldn't handle it?" he asked, voice rough with arousal and pride.
You couldn't even form words, could only stare at him with glazed eyes as aftershocks continued to ripple through your oversensitive body. He leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
"I told you," he whispered against your lips, golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction and possessive love. "I know exactly what you can take. And I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
Your eyes widened at the his words, and despite your exhaustion, despite the oversensitivity that made even the brush of silk sheets feel like too much, you felt heat begin to pool in your core again.
Years later, the circus still smelled the same, the same familiar scent of hay, sugar, and just a hint of chaos but now it echoed with something new.
Laughter that was smaller. Faster. Louder with tiny footsteps.
“Bumi—” Aang started, already a second too late.
A blur of energy shot across the packed dirt, all wild limbs and fearless confidence, a little too much like both of you rolled into one unstoppable force. Bumi didn’t slow, didn’t hesitate, no , he just grinned, lifted his hands in a way that looked very familiar and the air answered.
A sharp, playful gust slammed forward.
Sokka didn’t even have time to finish his warning. "DON-"
Then he was air born, and right back into the turtle seal pool.
SPLASH.
“COME ON—!”
Water erupted upward like it had been waiting for this exact moment.
The turtle seals lost their minds.
They honked, barked, and immediately swarmed him again, flippers slapping water and each other as they circled their favorite victim like this was the greatest game ever invented.
Sokka surfaced, soaked, stunned, and deeply, personally offended by existence.
“REALLY?!” he yelled, pushing a turtle seal off his shoulder as it tried to climb him again. “AGAIN?! THIS IS HAPPENING AGAIN?!”
Toph, leaning comfortably nearby, didn’t even bother holding it in this time.
She laughed. Full, loud, completely unrepentant. “And the cycle continues.”
Katara sat a little ways off, her own child tucked calmly against her side, watching everything with wide, delighted eyes. She smiled, warm and soft, like this was the most natural thing in the world.
“So cute.”
Sokka stared at her like she’d betrayed him on a spiritual level.
“Cute?! CUTE?!” he sputtered, flailing as another turtle seal bumped into him. “I am being harassed by this family!”
Bumi’s laughter rang out, bright and unrestrained as he darted past again, clearly considering a second attempt.
Aang intercepted him mid-run, scooping him up with practiced ease before he could launch another unsuspecting victim.
“Hey!..hey, no more blasting people into water,” Aang said, trying for firm and landing somewhere around gently pleading.
Bumi wiggled in his arms, still giggling. “But it was funny!”
Aang sighed, glancing toward Sokka with a weak, apologetic smile. “Sorry, Sokka… he’s still getting used to it.”
Sokka pointed at him from the pool, with a blanket that half-floated beside him like history had truly learned nothing.
“He’s weaponized! That’s what he is!”
You, standing just off to the side with your arms crossed and a very satisfied expression, didn’t even try to pretend. “I’m not sorry.”
Aang shot you a look.
You shrugged. "What?” you said. “He aimed well.”
Toph laughed harder.
Katara shook her head, smiling.
Sokka stared at all of you, dripping, exhausted, and completely defeated as a turtle seal gently headbutted his arm.
“…I need new friends,” he muttered.
The turtle seal honked as Bumi laughed again.
Sokka dragged himself out of the turtle seal pool again like a man who had truly reached the end of his patience, his soul, and possibly his will to live.
Water streamed off him in steady rivulets, his hair plastered to his face, clothes clinging in the most miserable way possible, and because the universe hated him. A turtle seal attempted to follow him out again, flopping determinedly onto land like it had unfinished business.
“Don’t,” Sokka said hoarsely, pointing at it.
The turtle seal blinked, head tilted as he then honked.
Sokka slowly turned, staring at the group with hollow eyes. “I am surrounded by children that can bend.”
Because across the small clearing, Katara’s daughter sat beside her, tiny hands cupped together as she focused with intense concentration. A gentle swirl of water lifted from a nearby basin, wobbling in the air before splashing back down. She gasped in delight, wide eyes sparkling as she tried again, water sloshing happily at her command.
Sokka pointed at the child like she was part of his argument. “See?! This is what I mean! Small, adorable, and already capable of launching me into another body of water!”
Nearby, Zuko’s daughter stood with her hands on her hips, grinning with far too much confidence for someone so small.
“Mama says I can dry you off!” she declared proudly, lifting her hands like she was about to demonstrate.
Sokka recoiled immediately, clutching the blanket tighter around himself like it was his last defense. “Your mama is loud and wrong and she’s not even here!”
Zuko rolled his eyes, already stepping forward to grab his daughter by the back of her tunic before she could attempt anything remotely explosive. “Don’t encourage him,” he muttered, lifting her easily as she giggled in protest.
“I was helping!”
“You were about to set him on fire.”
“That would dry him!”
Sokka looked personally victimized. “WHY IS THAT THE LOGIC?!”
Toph, off to the side, was absolutely losing it, laughing so hard she had to brace a hand against her knee. “Oh, this is the best day of my life.”
Sokka pointed at her wildly. “You’re part of the problem!”
“I’m the best part of the problem,” she shot back.
Aang stood nearby with Bumi still tucked securely in his arms, watching everything with the kind of tired amusement that came from knowing this was just how things were now.
“Hey,” he said, trying to sound reassuring. “At least this time it wasn’t me.”
Sokka turned slowly. “That’s not comforting.”
Bumi waved at him happily.
Sokka narrowed his eyes. “You’re banned.”
Bumi laughed.
You, standing just beside Aang, arms crossed and entirely unbothered, tilted your head as you looked at Sokka.
“…you’re still standing too close to the water,” you pointed out.
Sokka immediately took three aggressive steps back. “I DON’T TRUST ANY OF YOU.”
Zuko snorted quietly, shifting his daughter to his hip. “This is coming from a man with three children."
Sokka froze, blinking.“…and two of them are Fire Benders while the other one is a Water Bender...thanks Katara."
"What's that's supposed to mean?"
"And the Fire Bender from my wife's side…bless her because she's amazing."
Toph grinned. “All I hear is you being a coward.."
Katara laughed softly, shaking her head as her daughter splashed water onto her own lap and squealed.
"Why not have another?" Zuko raised a brow slightly. “You’d have a chance to even things out.”
