Zuko doesn’t understand why you don’t want to cuddle during a heatwave…
“Can you tell me why exactly I can’t touch you today? No, scratch that — why I can’t even stand near you? Did I do something wrong? My love, if I did, then please know that it wasn’t intentional and I’m sorry.”
You were going to melt.
Not only because his words were so innocent and heartwarming, but also because Fire Nation heat — especially during the summer — isn’t exactly something you were built to withstand.
Your heart cries any time you have to push him away, especially because you don’t even have the time to explain why. The second you move away, he’s narrowing his eyes in confusion and leaving the room.
You couldn’t help but be surprised at his sudden straightforwardness.
Of course, over the years he has grown to be more open about his thoughts and feelings, but it seems like he still couldn’t fight some of his old habits. When something really bothers him, he prefers to keep it to himself. Shut himself out and hope for the best, hope it resolves by itself. But seeing as it has been a few days and you’re still pushing him away, his bubble finally burst.
“Please, my love. Explain what I did wrong, why you keep pushing me away. I’ll do better, just tell me what I did wrong.” he spoke again, his voice gentle yet clearly vulnerable. You sighed, eyeing him pitifully.
“Zuko, honey, I… you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve wanted to tell you why I keep moving away for the past few days, but any time I tried… you just left.” you hummed, moving a little closer to him. You could feel the heat radiating from him already, but you decided to try your best and ignore it.
“I… did? I just— I assumed you wanted to be alone…”
You swore you could hear his voice crack a little as he said that. Your lip quivered, hands moving to cup his face without so much as a second thought. His face was warm, and your palms were already sweaty from the heat inside the palace. Somehow, he didn’t seem to notice — or just didn’t really care — his gaze focused on yours as his much larger hand moved to cover one of yours.
“Look, I… I’m sorry, Zuko. I didn’t mean for it to look like I’m pushing you away. I love you, and I need you, it’s just… this heat is far too much for me, and it doesn’t help when you’re basically a walking furnace yourself… i—it sounds stupid, no, it is stupid, I’m sorry…” you murmured, head dipping in shame. Now that you said it out loud, it really did sound stupid.
It was just some heat after all, right?
“It’s not stupid. I… I should’ve been more aware. It’s not your fault that you’re not accustomed to the heat, it’s my fault for not noticing how it affected you, and making it worse. You just… you just always manage to fit right in, I… I actually forgot you’re not used to living here yet. I’m sorry, my love, I really am.” he said, his thumb caressing your hand that still cupped his scarred cheek.
“If this heat is too much for you… then how about we leave for a little while. Just the two of us? Somewhere cold where I could finally have you in my arms…?” he added, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. Your eyes lit up, a smile of your own making its appearance. You honestly didn’t expect this from him, seeing how much of a workaholic he was.
“Really? You’d take a vacation for me?” you asked, hopeful eyes focused on his. He chuckled, shaking his head a little as he pressed a quick kiss to the crown of your head.
“If it means I’ll finally get to hold you properly and warm you up… Of course, my love. I’ll go announce our absence to the council, how does a whole week sound?”
again, not proofread 😭 zuko fluff is just needed while i’m dying from overheating
“Come on, baby… just for a few minutes.” he murmured, large hands splayed over the expanse of your hips as you straddled his lap. With an exaggerated sigh, his head dropped into the stack of your favorite silk pillows, his pleading gaze never leaving yours.
“Aang, you’re crazy. I’m not going to suffocate you… like that, just because you want me to…” was your response, which was met with an immediate groan from your boyfriend.
“Pleeeaseee, sweetheart… I’m an airbender, I can hold my breath for a long, long time! And, well… if I did suffocate — which I won’t! — it’d be the most beautiful way to go… and I’d get to have my dream last meal, too!” he said, a wide, boyish grin adorning his flushed face.
At this point, your expression was almost completely blank, only the raise of your eyebrows showing just how ridiculous you thought he sounded. After a few more minutes of listening to his rambling about how awesome it would be if you sat on his face, you finally caved. Not just because he was starting to annoy you, but also because with every second that passed, you grew more and more aroused by the thought.
“Alright.”
“Just imagine it, baby! It’d be so— wait, huh? What did you…?” he staggered over his words, clearly caught off guard by your sudden agreement.
“I said alright. I’ll do it.” you muttered, face flushed with a deep red as you moved off his lap to take your pants and underwear off. He watched you with wide eyes, his face lighting up as soon as you positioned yourself back on his lap — now completely bare from the waist down. A tiny, knowing smirk tugged at his lips as he felt your juices drench the metrical of his pants.
“I’m starting to think you want this more than I do… you’re soaked, baby.”
“Oh, shut up. Just… do what you wanna do. Quick, or I’ll change my mind…”
Oh, and quick he was.
Before you could so much as blink properly, his strong hands gripped your hips and pulled you right onto his waiting face, his lips immediately pressing a kiss over your puffy clit. A ragged moan left your lips at the feeling, your hips pressing down against your will. When you tried to raise them a little, to make sure he wouldn’t actually suffocate, he just gripped them harder and pressed you down with even more force than before.
Another whiny, pathetic moan left your lips when his tongue ran over your pulsing entrance, the tip of his nose accidentally brushing against your swollen clit. You didn’t expect this to feel so good, it was so, so much better than just him eating you out with you laid down. His tongue reached far deeper inside you in this position, his hands encouraged you to grind against his flushed face, and his nose… oh, his nose. The way it brushed against your clit with every little movement of his jaw as he lapped up your juices… it was everything, and then even more.
“A—Aang, baby… I—I’m so close…” you whined, hips grinding hard against his face, completely forgetting your earlier worries about suffocating him. He hummed in response, the vibrations of the sound making you clench around his tongue.
After a few more, long seconds of him eating you like it was his last meal, you finally reached your peak with an earth-shattering orgasm. Your fingers gripped the pillows he laid on, knuckles turning white as you rode out your high. Moans, whines and gasps filled the space of your room as his nose continuously bumped your overstimulated clit.
Your breathing was heavy and ragged when he finally pulled you down, revealing his satiated grin and wet, juice covered face. You almost gasped when he ran a hand over his jaw, gathering the leftover liquid and licking his fingers clean, all the while maintaining a purely orgasmic eye contact.
“We definitely should do this more often. You’re so delicious…” he hummed, feigning nonchalance even though the flush of his face gave away his true feelings. You could only nod, still a little starstruck as a dreamy smile tugged at your lips.
“Yeah, we definitely should…”
i wrote this in a bit of a hurry and didn’t proof-read yet, so sorry if there are any mistakes! hope you enjoyed!
god fucking damn it, i want to write something SO BAD but i literally can’t think in this heat its SO humid and hot and i actually cannot do this shit anymore GO AWAYYYYYY
Katara soothing your sunburns after a day at the beach.
Your girlfriend eyed the red patches of irritated skin, worry and annoyance written very clearly on her face. Her hands spread an excessive amount of aloe gel all over your body to help with the burning sensation and to cool off your skin. Somehow, you already knew she was going to scold you, and so you prepared yourself as she continued applying the gel to your skin.
…
“I told you to reapply the cream after a few hours, guppy. Look where being stubborn and not listening to me got you… you’re burnt all over! I’m honestly surprised it’s not worse.”
Ah, there it is. The scolding.
“Katara… baby, sweetheart…” you started, turning to face her, a pout on your lips that you knew would definitely help your case, “please, don’t start with this. I already know I was wrong, I said I’m sorry, I’m paying the price for my mistakes… and I’m really, really tired. Can we just, y’know, forget about this and go to sleep?” you said, hoping she would just drop it and cuddle you straight into dreamland. But you knew her better than that, and being the worrywart she is, she just couldn’t possibly let it go that easily.
“I know you’re sorry, bubbles. And I know you’re tired, I’d be surprised if you weren’t. But if you just listened to me for once and—“
“Pleeease, baby… let’s just go to sleep, I’ll let you scold me all you want tomorrow, ’kay?” you interrupted, arms wrapped securely around her as you began to press light, soothing kisses along the column of her throat.
She sighed once again, leaning into your touch despite herself. With a slight pout of her own, she took your hand in hers and tugged you along towards your bedroom.
“Just don’t cry tomorrow when the burns actually start to burn. I’m not healing them, you have to learn your lesson.” she murmured, trying hard to fight the smile that threatened to appear on her plump lips as she watched you jump into bed. She climbed in soon after, pressing a light kiss to your forehead before pulling the cool covers over the two of you. “I’m serious, I won’t heal those burns. You really have to stop being so stubborn when I’m just trying to look out for you…”
By the time she said that, you were already cuddled against her, face buried in her chest, legs crossed with hers and an arm draped carelessly over her waist.
“Mhm, I know, mom… but I also know you’ll kiss every single spot that hurts, so I think I’m good…” you hummed, pressing a tender kiss to her soft chest as you dozed off, the day’s adventures finally catching up to you.
Katara chuckled, the sound making you smile even in your half conscious state. Her cold fingers soon found their place in your hair, nails lightly scratching at your scalp in a way she knew you loved. “I will. And I already told you not to call me that…”
“Right… sorry, mommy.”
“Ugh, that’s even worse! J—Just go to sleep, dummy…”
Nayeli was born in the Northern Water Tribe and is the younger sister of Princess Yue. Just like her sister, she was born sick, but by then her parents knew that only the Spirits of the Spirit Oasis could help her. This time, it was the Ocean Spirit that saved their daughter, blessing her with health and exceptional waterbending abilities.
Her forehead markings symbolize entering womanhood, while the cheek markings symbolize the milestones of her waterbending journey — like learning how to heal certain injuries or her first time helping with delivering a baby (not much, but a lot, considering how misogynistic the North is with letting the women learn waterbending). She also has finger markings that honor La, the Ocean Spirit (as I’ve read that in Inuit culture the finger markings honor the Sea Goddess Sedna, so I really wanted to include that!)
The white strands in her hair were left by Yue as she gave up her life for the Moon Spirit. They’re placed exactly where her sister’s fingers last touched her as they said their goodbyes. The overall blue hue of her dark hair and the few lighter blue strands represent the Ocean Spirit residing in her body, much like it was with Yue’s hair. ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
(I’m not Inuit, so I hope I did my research right! If anything I said about the tattoos or their meanings is wrong, please let me know!)
Aang lowering his body temperature with airbending during a heatwave so you can cling to him all day and cool off.
You lounge all day on the couch, your arms and legs wrapped around his as you lay on top of his broad frame. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, humming to yourself as you let the cool breeze radiating from him sink into your overheated skin.
His cold hands disappear under your — well, his — baggy shirt, running up and down your bare back, making sure to cool it off as well.
“You feeling better yet, baby?” he asks softly, pressing a light kiss on top of your head.
You hum in response, the coldness of his skin making you drowsy, “Mhm… let’s just stay like this, please…”
With a soft smile on his face and a drowsiness of his own, he continues rubbing your back, sending gentle, cold gusts of air from his hands that make you sigh in appreciation.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart… let’s just nap until it’s nice and cool outside, hm?” he murmurs, eyes already closed when he feels you nod and doze off in his arms. He follows soon after, but not without pressing another light kiss to your hair.
He doesn’t even notice when Momo curls up on his chest and against your shoulder, already dreaming of you with the softest of smiles on his face.
Since how good or how bad a woman’s pregnancy is depends on how healthy her partners sperm is:
I am a firm believer that aang will always make sure he keeps up with being healthy and clean so that when his wife is pregnant she won’t have a very hard pregnancy
Like he would learn so much from healers around him and Katara and they would tell him about how bad some women’s pregnancies are and it really comes down to the quality of their partner, and he would really take it to heart cause you already get painful periods he doesn’t want you to have a very difficult pregnancy too
And imo he’s always been a healthy guy, eating clean foods, training, working out a lot, very spiritually connected
So when you and him start trying for a baby and when you fall pregnant you’re basking in the somewhat peace of it all? Like you’re obviously still carrying life and yea you’re tired and there’s discomfort here and there but you’ve been pretty okay and aang loves seeing you glow, you swollen and cute and heavy with his baby, it does something to him, he can’t keep his hands off of you or his eyes, always admiring you and a lot of women on republic city are jealous of you because off how well you’re taking your pregnancy.
I just really love seeing a reader who isn’t going through complete hell while she’s pregnant yk? Let reader be happy and taking it easy
The thought of a child has been in the back of his mind since he first laid eyes on you, he’d definitely be very careful with his diet and habits as soon as you two start dating!
Even though he doesn’t really have to change much, since he eats clean and is very neat about his lifestyle/physical health, he’d still pay even more attention and improve where he can.
He’s not scared to ask questions, always inquiring about the what-if’s and whatever possibilities he can think of. He sends out letters to Katara almost every other day, asking about symptoms, what’s normal and what’s not, how to help, and many, many others.
He’s very much panicking on the inside when you announce you’re pregnant, it takes him a few hours to calm himself, despite being very happy.
Thanks to his healthy lifestyle, your pregnancy is very easy on you. There is nausea, some discomfort and pain, but it’s not as severe as you were prepared for. Once a week, Aang helps you with some light exercises, to help your body adjust to the growing baby. Every single exercise was recommended and thoroughly explained by Katara in her letters.
By the time your belly starts being noticeable even in the loose robes you usually wear, Aang can’t keep his hands off of you. He’s constantly on you, holding you, lifting your belly just enough for you to sigh and relax against him, playing with your slightly swollen hands, massaging your neck and feet anytime you ask or when you show even the smallest sign of discomfort. He’s very attentive, sometimes it’s driving you insane — how much he’s pampering you.
Honestly, I feel like every pregnancy of yours, however many there were, went pretty easy. All thanks to your amazing man and his very healthy lifestyle — which you quickly took on, too!
( wc: 720, family time in the royal garden, girl dad zuko, the most adorable baby izumi, very fluffy )
“Mommy, look! How did I do?”
Izumi’s adorable yet booming voice snapped you awake, eyes wide and alert as you looked around to find your daughter. It was a nice, slow evening, one of the rare ones where the three of you could finally unwind and relax as family.
“Hm? Can you show me again, baby?” you hummed, eyes finally finding your babe as she sat cross legged behind her father’s broad back.
Careful not to wake your dozing husband — who was somehow still asleep despite Izumi’s loud voice — you stood from your seat under a large oak tree and walked up to the girl, her little body basically bouncing with excitement to show you whatever she had done while you slept.
“Yeah! Look, I braided daddy’s hair! He looks like a princess now!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide and bright as she looked up at you, awaiting your reaction.
What you saw was… definitely something. You weren’t sure if you could even call it a braid, it was more like spontaneous tangling. With a huff of laughter, you took the ‘braid’ in your hand, examining it carefully and praying to any listening Spirit that a brush would be enough to save his hair.
“It’s… nice. Certainly something!” you chuckled, trying your best not to burst out laughing. You knew that if you actually laughed at her hard work, she would either cry or throw a tantrum, like the spoiled little princess she is. With a quiet sigh, you ran your free hand through Izumi’s own silky smooth, black hair. To think Zuko’s looked like that, too, not too long ago…
“Look, sweetheart, I think you should—“
“Decorate it with flowers! Mommy, you’re so smart!” she said, her little feet already carrying her towards the garden’s flower bushes with surprising speed. You could only watch her disappear and shake your head in disbelief.
Who would’ve thought a four year old would be so keen on ruining her father’s beautiful hair.
With a soft huff of laughter, your gaze turned to your husband — still very much asleep. As quietly as you could, you sat down on the grass next to him, your legs folded slightly to one side. With a little force, because Zuko certainly wasn’t the lightest, you pulled him closer and placed his head on your lap. The sudden movement caused him to stir, his brow furrowing as his golden eyes finally opened. For a long second he was disoriented, his body tense and ready to get up. But as your soft hand pressed against his chest, keeping him in place, he finally looked up at your face and immediately relaxed.
“Mm, my love… how long was I out? Why didn’t you wake me…?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep as his thumb and forefinger rubbed at his eyes. You only smiled, cupping his cheek and caressing it gently with your thumb.
“Well… I was asleep myself, for one. And, well… it seems like our daughter had a great time playing with your hair.”
“I see… wait, what?” he muttered, pulling himself into a sitting position next to you, knees touching. His hand flew to touch his hair as soon as his back straightened, hoping to find it in good shape.
His hopes were, however, unfortunately shattered as soon as he tried to run said hand through his tangled hair. With a groan he dropped his head to rest on your shoulder, already knowing that the process of untangling would be long and painful.
“Look, mommy! I found pretty flowers for daddy!” said the precious baby girl that had ruined his silky smooth hair just minutes before. Despite himself, he smiled as soon as he heard her voice and tiny footsteps on the freshly cut grass.
Soon, he felt tiny hand playing with his hair, tucking the flowers in the intricate hairstyle that was supposed to be a braid. He turned his head just enough to see her bright smile, only to get scolded for moving while she worked. With a light shake of his head, he surrendered, letting the girl do whatever she pleased. He was defenseless when it came to his little princess, especially when she smiled so brightly and looked so happy.
He’d do absolutely anything to keep that smile on her face forever.
i love girl dad zuko so much, i’m so glad it’s actually canon 🥹
I would love going on a cute picnic date with aang and our kids so aang would show his kids how important it is to show love and treat your lover right, and if you guys have a son or sons they would be the sweetest! And your daughters would have such high standards because they watch how inlove their parents are and I just think it’s so cute
And even when you guys get older you and aang are clearly still obsessed with each other and your kids are like, ugh theyve always been like this
STOP THAT’S SO ADORABLE!!! I definitely want to write something like this, maybe a series of shots, each showing a different stage in their lives? I feel like that’d be so cute!
( wc: 1588, breeding kink, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart), unprotected sex, p in v, dirty talk, teasing, size kink (kind of?), cvm in v )
-> part i :)
Here you were, laid out on the softness of your bedding, your — well, his — robes riding up your exquisite thighs just enough to reveal the hem of grey boxers beneath — also his.
Aang’s grey eyes darkened a little at the sight. You always looked so beautiful in his clothes, it quite literally drove him crazy.
Without another word, he started undressing, eagerly pulling the shirt-like robe over his head and discarding it somewhere on the wooden floor of your shared bedroom. The light of the setting sun that slipped through the open curtains of your window highlighted his muscles so perfectly that you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You were openly and very shamelessly ogling your fine piece of husband and he absolutely ate it up.
“See something you like?” he asked playfully, sporting that adorable little grin that always appeared before he absolutely destroyed you from the inside out. You swallowed, eyes half-lidded and lingering on the waistband of his pants. A bulge — a rather big one at that — was so prominent that the material covering it looked like it might rip at any moment. With a barely contained grin on your lips, you hooked your fingers into his pants and pulled him forward, his body almost crushing yours had he not caught his weight on his forearms.
“I see something I love very much… my flaming hot husband…” you hummed, fingers caressing his broad shoulders and chest as he hovered over you. A stupid grin stretched across his face, voice hushed as he whispered in your ear.
“Flaming hot? Like… flameo hotman? Hm?”
You rolled your eyes, slapping his shoulder playfully as an exasperated groan left your lips. “Oh, shut up!”
“What? Just asking!”
“Stop asking then, and get to work!
“Alright, alright! Sorry, ma’am.” he mumbled, a roll of his eyes making you pinch his waist. He shrieked, a little laugh leaving his lips before he finally kissed you — deep and sloppy.
You always seem to forget just how quickly this man can go from an absolute sweetheart of a goofball to the most passionate man in the universe — who also happens to have a massive breeding kink. Worshipping your body became his favorite hobby the very moment he first laid his hands on you. More specifically, on your wedding night.
Before the ceremony he remained respectful, showing you love more verbally than physically. Of course, he adored kissing you, holding you close and feeling the warmth of your hand in his larger one, but he stayed true to his culture and remained in celibacy until he married.
That is why as soon as the doors of your bedroom closed after saying your goodbyes to the last of the wedding guests, he let go of any restraint and made love to you as if it was his last day on earth.
To think that it was almost a year ago was astounding. He was still the same Aang, of course, yet somehow… he changed. Like a flipped switch, once he got his fill of you, he was never fully satisfied, taking you at any moment you two were alone.
To be completely honest, you loved it. He always made sure to show you just how loved and desired you are — always took his sweet time with you, greedily slurping on your delicious cunt, kneading your soft breasts, his fingers reaching as deep as they could inside you before dragging the tips against your gummy walls. A day without this intimacy was a day he considered miserable.
Frankly, you could understand him. Because now, as his fingers pulled your underwear off and dragged across your wet cunt, you felt bliss. His touch always undid you in the best way possible. And yet, you felt complete.
“Mmh, baby…” you whimpered, sharp nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders, “d—don’t tease me, I need you…”
“I know, sweetheart, I know… just gotta make sure you’re ready for me,” he said, pressing a light kiss to your neck in hopes to soothe you at least a little bit.
“I’m always ready for you… j—just fuck me, please baby…” was your very needy response, which only made him smile against your sensitive neck.
“Need me that much? I’m honored…” he hummed, pulling away for a second to take his loose pants off, thick cock already standing at attention and twitching against his stomach, “tell me if it hurts, remember our safe word?”
“Y—Yeah… now get inside, please…”
“Baby… what’s our safe word? Say it.”
“Ugh… papaya! I—It’s papaya! Now can you please fuck me already?” you muttered, clearly impatient as you ground your hips against his.
“There it is… now we’re safe…” he murmured, his lips on your neck again as he finally pressed into you. With a trembling whimper of approval, you welcomed him in, your pussy clenching around his thick cock as soon as he bottomed out.
His hands pressed gently on the newfound bulge on your lower stomach, a groan leaving his lips as he felt himself twitch inside you. The sight of his cock bulging through your belly always left him breathless… and maybe a little feral.
A whiny moan escaped you, as soon one hand of his moved to squeeze your soft breast. His slim fingers rolled and pinched your nipple, your back arching off the bed a little as his tongue quickly started playing with the other. He barely even started and you were already so close.
“You’re close, baby..? I didn’t even move yet, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum so soon…” he hummed, his warm breath tickling your sensitive nipple. Breathing heavily, you raised a trembling hand to slap his shoulder.
“D—Don’t piss me off… j—just shut up and put that baby in me…” you whined, your legs trembling as you wrapped them around his waist. He raised an almost impressed eyebrow at your words, his cock twitching impatiently inside you. He always loved when this feisty side of you came out… especially in bed.
“Mmh… m’sorry, baby, you’re just so cute when you’re all pouty like this… I’ll move now, just don’t look at me like I killed your puppy…”
“Aang, for Spirit’s sake, just stop talking..!”
“Yes, ma’am…”
And with that, he moved. Slowly and carefully, he pulled almost all the way out, his tip brushing your opening, before burying himself back inside. He was in no rush, he wanted you to feel all of him as he put his baby in you.
The bed squeaked in protest with his every move, but that didn’t stop him, not at all. If anything, it made him go faster, his heavy balls slapping your perineum with enough force to redden it.
“Mm, y—yeah, just like that, Aang… I-I’m close, baby…” you whined, moaning breathlessly as he fucked you very thoroughly.
He made sure no place was left untouched, hands moving all over your body until one finally came to rest at the back of your neck. His forehead pressed to yours, eyes shut as he ground into you. He smothered your face in brief kisses as his other hand travelled lower, fingers working your swollen clit in tense circles.
“S—Shit, you’re squeezing me so much, sweetheart… y’gonna cum soon, hm…?” he murmured, his voice muffled as he continued pressing kisses to your face, now focusing on your cheek, temple and jaw. You could only nod eagerly in response to his question, feeling the warmth settling in the pit of your stomach.
“Please, Aang… fill me up, I need you… y—your baby in me…”
“Shh, I know sweetheart… you’re gonna be so beautiful… all swollen with my baby… S-Spirits, I’m gonna cum…”
“C—Cum, Aang, please… let me carry your child…” you moaned, clearly on the very edge. You cupped his face, holding it in place as you looked deep into his eyes. Even though your vision was blurry with bliss, you could still see the love and need he held in his darkened gaze. He pressed his fingers harder against your bundle of nerves, circling it with enough force to finally guide you over the edge.
A broken moan left your lips as you came hard on his dick, your cunt squeezing him so tightly that he couldn’t help but follow immediately after. Your body spasmed with the pleasure as you buried your face in his shoulder, biting down on the flesh to drown out your moans and whimpers.
When he felt you relax and go slack in his arms, he slowly pulled out, watching how your mixed juices spilled out. He frowned at the sight, using his fingers to push them back in, making you whine at the feeling. Once he was finished, he cleaned his fingers with his tongue and laid down on his back, pulling you on top of him. His strong arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you close as he pressed and tender kisses to the crown of your head.
“You did so good, baby… you always take me so well, I love you so much…” he mumbled, burying his face in your neck before sinking back into the softness of his pillow. You smiled blissfully against his chest, your eyes closing as you let yourself relax.
“I love you, too… so, so much…” you hummed, clearly worn out. You couldn’t help but wonder if this one time would be enough for it to take. You definitely wouldn’t mind trying some more.
But take it did.
my longest work yet! thank you guys for all the likes and reposts, it really means a lot to me! also, i’m sorry for the wait, i’m a very slow writer 🥲 hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the other ones, love you all! 💝
( wc: 823, fluff, mention of children and pregnancy, reader is not pregnant they’re just talking, a bit of pouty aang, he’s adorable )
“How the hell do you have the patience to do this like every three days…?” you ask, a frustrated huff leaving your lips as you ran the sharp razor along his scalp. Aang only chuckled from his seat on a low stool, looking at the reflection of your adorably focused face in the mirror.
“I dunno, just got used to it… it’s not all that bad,” he mused, watching the shaving cream disappear from his head with every careful drag of the sharp razor held tightly in your hand.
“Honestly, can’t you just let your hair grow…? You looked nice… you know, as Kuzon.” you teased, a smug smirk tugging at your lips. His eyes widened, a little surprised sound leaving his lips. He would shake his head if you didn’t have a blade pressed flush against his scalp at the moment.
“You really remember that?” he whined, his large hands flying up to hide his flushed face. With an amused shake of your head, you put the razor down on the sink, admiring your hard work as the Avatar’s barber. With a teasing smile on your lips, you leaned down, your hands resting on his broad, muscular shoulders as your breath ghosted against his ear.
“Of course I do. It may have been like ten years ago, but I could never forget that adorable,” you pinch his cheek, making him chuckle, “smile on your face when you taught the Fire Nation kids how to dance in that musty cave… and I’d say your moves have gotten even better over the time,” you hummed, nuzzling your cheek against his as you looked at the both of you reflected in the mirror. “Gosh, you were such a cute kid…” you added with a dreamy look. He basically beamed at your words, he always was a sucker for your compliments.
“Mm, was I?” he asks, an innocent smile on his face, “I’m sure our kids would be even cuter…” he added, a teasing look in his eye as he pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your neck. You turned your face away from him and rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing as you fought a smile.
“Kids? Like, plural?” you asked, making him smile even brighter than before as he nodded his head enthusiastically.
“Of course! I was thinking at least five,” he hummed, smiling despite the serious lilt of his voice. Your face fell a little as you faced him with disbelief written on your face, the amount clearly shocking you.
“W—Well, I… I knew you were serious about kids, but… five? Do you want me dead?” you chuckled, your beautiful face still sporting a shocked expression.
His eyes widened, an offended and slightly concerned pout on his lips as he turned to face you properly. Never in a thousand years would he want that, you were the love of his life after all!
How could you even think such a thing?
“What? Baby, you know I’d never want that. You’re my forever girl, if something happened to you, I…” he started, trying to get the words out without a crack in his voice. Noticing the state he was in, you wrapped your arms around him, one hand holding his freshly shaved head and the other running soothingly up and down the broad expansion of his back.
“Hey, sweetheart… I was just joking. I’m not going anywhere, not now and not anytime soon, okay?” You hummed, feeling him go almost slack in your arms. Aang nodded slowly, an overdramatic sniffle leaving him as he looked at you with his grey puppy eyes.
“So… you’re not going to die because of my babies? We can have five?” he asked, soft sniffles leaving him every few seconds. He looked absolutely adorable, and even though you knew he was just playing around now, your heart couldn’t handle his big teary eyes and trembling pout. With a sigh, you nodded, observing how his face immediately brightened.
“Yes, but! I demand at least two years of rest after each baby. Let my body heal properly before destroying it all over again, okay?” you said, your voice playfully stern as you held a finger to his face.
“Yes, ma’am! Two years in-between, and I can throw in some additional foot rubs,” he said, voice serious as he suddenly stood up to a mock salute.
Seeing him like this — all serious, yet clearly playful — made you burst out laughing, a single tear running down your cheek. His big, yet awfully gentle hands immediately cupped your face, calloused thumb wiping the tear away. With a bright smile, he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.
“No tears, my love. Now — let’s go make a baby!” he said, clearly excited as he threw you over his broad shoulder with alarming ease. Your eyes widened, face flushing a deeper red with his every step towards the bedroom.
“N—Now?!”
“Mhm. No take-backsies, beautiful!”
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