It all started with a cup of coffee on your desk. At first, you didn't drink it—what if someone wanted to poison you? But after a few days, you decided to give it a try. In fact, it was pretty good.
Then, little sweets started appearing, actually your favorite ones. Was it weird? Yes. But you ate them anyway. It didn't interfere with your job and no one was bothering you, so you were fine.
One day after ending your shift, a young soldier stopped you outside in the base parking lot.
"Hey, uhm. You have a minute?" You could tell he was shy.
"Oh, yes. Do you need something?" It was a rare situation; people didn't usually talk to you after you left work.
"Can I get your number?" The man lowered his voice.
"My number?" You thought about it. The guy was cute. Tall. And he didn't approach you like you were a piece of fresh meat. "Yes, why not." You gave him your number and organized a "date." But you were only going to get coffee and talk in a café nearby the base.
What you didn't know was that someone was watching you from afar, clenching his teeth.
You arrive home. The guy seems nice. Perhaps he was the one leaving the coffee and the sweets on your desk and finally got the courage to ask you out. You were showering when you heard your phone ringing. When you unlocked it, you saw a message from an unknown number.
"Hi, sorry, I can't go to our date. It was a mistake asking for your number."
Okay, that was concerning. You didn't even respond; you just deleted the number and kept going with your life.
The day after, you arrived at the base and made your way to your desk. There was a chocolate and a little note: "You're too pretty for him."
The note left your blood running cold. What the fuck did that even mean? You decided to ignore the note and just eat the chocolate. But you felt that something was off. People were acting weird; they didn't say hello to you, or didn't even look at you. And the oddest thing was Captain Price leaving you some documents personally.
"Hello, sweetheart. Can you leave these documents in Lieutenant Ghost's office? As soon as possible."
"Yes, sir." Those were all of your words.
You were nervous. Your last interaction with Ghost—or Simon—was when he spooked some rookie by claiming that he was your boyfriend. You knock on the office door, waiting for an answer. When you hear, "Come in," you open the door and enter. You see him sitting at his desk.
"Morning, sir. Captain Price told me to give you this paperwork." You softly place the papers on the desk.
"Told ya to call me Simon," he said, observing the papers and grabbing a pen to write on them. In the meantime, you decide to look around. You could count on one hand the times you had been in Ghost's office. Your eyes stopped on a little box of the sweets you had been finding on your desk lately.
"Here, give 'em to Price." Simon handed the papers to you. When he lifted his gaze, he saw the way you were looking at the little box. He smirked. "You want one?"
You look at him with surprise.
"Oh, no. No, sir. I'm fine, thanks."
"Come on, sweetheart, don't be shy. Take one," he encouraged you. And you couldn't deny it, you wanted one, so you grabbed one.
"Thank you, sir—Simon." When you took the papers, you saw it. The same calligraphy. The same calligraphy as the note.
You stand in silence, watching the handwriting.
"Everything good, sweetheart?" Simon took you out of the trance. You blink several times and look at him.
"Sorry, sir—Simon. I have to go. Have a good day." You turn around to make your way to the door.
"Wait." You freeze without turning around.
"How was your date with that guy?" Simon asks. You could feel the irony in his tone.
"I didn't have any date, sir." You turn your head to look at him.
"Oh, didn't you? What a shame. The poor guy seemed pretty disappointed when I made 'im send the message." His voice was cold like ice. At this point, Simon was standing in front of you, with his eyes piercing your soul and your heart beating in your throat.
you get hit a lil too hard in the head during a training session, sending everyone in a panic as they gather around you, (zuko hauling you into his arms) as everyone frantically asks questions that your brain can notcomprehend.
“what happened?”
“how many fingers am i holding up?”
“can you see?”
“what day is it?” 
the questions blur together in a haze.
katara asks the final question. “how’s your head?” her fingers tap against your forehead.
“mm no complaints” you mumble giddily, huffing a laugh at yourself as your world stars to shift back into focus.
“huh?” sokka grunts out, trying to make sense of your murmuring.
“i said..”you repeat louder, mind still fuzzy. “no complaints.”
“complaints?” aang echoes confused.
“right, zuko?” you turn your concussed attention to your partner of many many years, bottom lip jutting out as you wait for his answer.
zuko goes bright red, the tip of his ear staining pink as he offers a tight yet entirely enamoured smile.
“right?” you ask again, pout deepening, as you blearily blink up at your fiancé.
he can’t help the soft laugh that bubbles out of him as he reaches down to sweep your hair back behind your ears, palm cupping your jaw.
“no complaints” he squeezes the fat of your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger affectionately. “but we’re more concerned about your actual head. how’s it feeling?”
“actual head? huh? what are you….” sokka questions with an exasperated sigh.
it takes him three more seconds before he catches on.
“ooooh…gross.”
a/n: idk how i feel about this but it’s been in my head (hehe get it) and i have a full fic but idk if you guys wanna read it lmk pls
cn: pre-established relationship. marriage. explicit sexual content [18+]. blowjob. vaginal fingering. slightly exhibitionism kink. dirty talking. 1.6 k words
A/N: After seeing adult Zuko, I couldn’t stop writing a little for him. Not the best, but eh.
Part 2 Part 3
credits for the fanart: natandraw on twitter
Being a Fire Lord comes with great responsibilities. Zuko’s tumultuous past is proof of that. Regaining his honour was something Zuko didn’t expect to happen this way, especially since he now rules an entire nation. Even so, he will deeply appreciate his firelady for standing right beside him. Meaning — You.
Involved in every issue facing the nation, a hidden activist since his father’s time who managed to stand out to him immediately after Zuko returned to the throne. He couldn’t help but notice your devotion, all the efforts you made, and all the battles you fought against people who still didn’t trust him enough—or worse, who were swayed by his father’s dictatorial regime.
And that is precisely why your unconditional love helps him hope for a better future every single day. And you’re no different. Especially since you’ve noticed how tired your dear husband has been lately, buried in thousands upon thousands of stacks of reports and strategies he has to sign.
Hidden in his office among the papers, behind his desk, Zuko sighed unconsciously. He looked up when he heard the lack of a knock followed by someone walked straight into the place, assuming it couldn’t be anyone but you.
“Good afternoon, my love.” Zuko gave you a weary smile, resting his hand on your waist as you sat on his lap, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. He closed his eyes as you kissed his temple, your tender smile calming his mind.
“Hey there.”
You leaned in slightly to look at the crowded table, Zuko’s hand still moving as the nib pierced the paper with ink.
“I assume my husband will join me later tonight again.” He gave you a short, apologetic look, knowing he had neglected you these last days. But Zuko didn’t know you weren’t really upset about that. Your intention was something else entirely. And he barely caught that when he wanted to speak back, only for his mouth to remain part open slightly as he locked his eyes on yours, seeing a teasing glinting in them while one of your hands starts wandering over his toned body, fingers brushing slowly. “And I think I have an idea how to help him more.”
He gulped; his hand stopped writing entirely as his attention was only on you.
“Y-Yeah? And what this idea might be?”
You hummed, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, reaching his beautiful scar, only for you to give him a kiss, slowly at first until you made his other hand drop the pen and come to grip the other side of your waist as you kissed him deeper, making him hiss after you teasingly nip his lip.
Surprise crossed his face while his pale cheeks start blushing when you slowly drop down on the floor between his legs while your gaze never leaves him.
“Love, wait—Someone could…” He breathed out harshly when your hands started massaging his inner thighs after moving his traditional robe to each side, not minding his words. “…come.”
“I will be careful, Zuko.” His muscles tensed when your fingers played with his pants around his waistline, before you leisurely dropped his pants to reach the floor. “Do you trust me?”
Fuck. More like Zuko could not trust himself when he looked into your charming, pretty eyes; the mischievous look on your face only screamed trouble. He barely nods, followed by a gasp when you brush your hand over his clothed dick, murmuring after seeing the wet spot from his precum over there.
“Hmm, but my love seems to want this from the start? Otherwise he will not be so excited so soon.
“N-No…it’s not that. It wasn’t intentional—F-fuck…"
You chuckled after his own moan stopped him, right after you give his tip a peck before undressing him completely. Your hand comes to spread his precum, helping you stroke him gradually.
“Then I’m lucky, my love. Making my firelord so excited after so little touches.”
But how could he not? He is in love with you so much that he can embarrassingly admit only your embrace could make his body react inappropriately. You licked around his tip then, making his breath falter and his chest heavend from the anticipation until he groaned, feeling the vibration of your own moan around his veins when you took him in your mouth.
Zuko forced his pleasured sounds lower, struggling to stay still as you sucked him off, already feeling on the edge — only for the situation to turn worse. You let his dick throb in your mouth at the sudden knock on the door as you stay still, instantly urging him to help him cover you with his robe.
“Lord Zuko, can I enter? I received an important letter that I must give you.”
You let your hand come outside of the robe to gesticulate an approval as he felt anxious enough not to follow another dangerous idea, yet he did so.
“You…can come in.”
The man comes inside, first looking at the letter in his hand before glancing up at his way too tensed lord, looking painfully at him with his narrowed, brown eyes.
“Lord Zuko, everything fine?”
At that, as the minx you are, you slowly suck him in again; your hand comes to cup his full balls, massaging tenderly before you lightly squeeze it, making him grunt, hiding it with a choke.
“Yes.” His throat tightens, struggling to form coherent words. “Just tired. Thank you for…the delivery.”
The man skeptically nodded before bowing, turning around to leave as Zuko’s heart started feeling a little more at ease, trying not to lose his own mind, control slipping by the way your mouth was cockwarming him so good it took all his discipline to behave.
“Lord Zuko, I apologise for giving more to your plate. I suggest you sleep well and leave other matters for tomorrow.”
“Mhm. H-Have a good afternoon.”
When the door locked, Zuko instantly lifted his robe to look at you. You glanced up, face reddened from the heat created by the suffocating air, yet you didn’t stop.
“Love, are you okay—“ Zuko’s head leaned back when you started sucking him more, deep enough to hit your throat over and over. You slipped out to lick a trail from the top to the bottom, then letting your tongue suck on his balls, placing kisses all over him while your other hand came to stroke him firmly.
“More than okay.” You were too aroused by the adrenaline pumping in your veins after almost being caught, needing him so much to cum in your mouth. “You were so hot, barely restraining yourself.” You suck around his sensitive tip before speaking between sweet slurps. “I love to see my love like that.”
Zuko is a step away from turning mad, insane. Madly in love with the way you take care of him, drying him for all he's worth.
“Love—Ah! I can’t—I will…”
Zuko cupped your cheek as he looked into your eyes while you felt his dick throb once again. No longer after his cum started purring in your mouth while you swallowed as much as you could. When he slipped his cock out of your mouth, you come again to lick him clean, devouring what he gave you.
He watched in a daze, letting his fingers wander, his thumb spreading your mouth before he gathered some remains of his cum, slipping two fingers in your mouth while you sucked them eagerly. Something in his eyes changed, a fire was in them by the way he leaned down until his hand came behind your neck for his lips to find yours. The other one urged you to lift, to come and sit on his lap, on the side.
Zuko purred his love for you in it, slipping his tongue inside while you felt his desire. The hand that didn’t support your head came to touch you, feeling your breast under your dress against his palm, before he came slowly between your legs. He whispered against your lips, eyes not leaving yours.
“Did my firelady enjoy making a mess out of me?”
“Z-Zuko…”
You felt your skin burning against his touch, now being the one compromised when you glanced at the door, then at him. Yet, when his hand comes under your dress, his fingers circling between your thighs, closer to your soaked pussy, your words weigh nothing. “Someone can come again…”
In a second, Zuko lifted his hand for his finger to point at the door; his striking lightning travelled over the electrical system of the door, closing it. His mouth twitched at your surprised expression.
“You’re insane, Zuko.”
He hummed, retuning his path before finally touching you, setting your panties to the side, circling slowly around your clit.
“Insane because of you.”
“Oh my—“
He nuzzled his head in your neck, planting his wet kisses, his love marks on your heated skin while one of his fingers came lower, testing the entrance only to easily enter inside your pussy.
“You liked that much to help me relieve some tension, love? That’s why you are so soaked right now for me?”
He chuckled as he saw how truly fucked your expression is, moaning as the second finger followed, thrusting faster and faster inside your pussy.
“Y-yes—I love it. Fuck, I love you, Zuko—“
Zuko groaned at your devoted words, pumping his fingers more roughly, deeper for you to reach your orgasm. He kissed you so intensely it made your mind dizzy and blank until all you could think was how much you wanted him.
“I love you too, my fire lady. Love you so much. Please, cum for me.”
You nodded frantically as your legs trembled, body twitching over him as you locked your hands strongly over his shoulder, head resting against his chest for any kind of support as you felt yourself cumming, your wetness slipping down his fingers as he dragged your orgasm until you stopped moving.
Zuko slipped his fingers slowly from your pussy, coming to embrace you tightly over your vulnerable body. He leaned his head over yours, pressing a kiss here while his hand caressing your body.
“We should go to bed, my love.” He chuckled as you mindlessly nod, still recovering after the orgasm. “I’ll bath both of us first." You only hummed in return, gripping him more tightly while he rose from the chair with you in his arms.
You are so lucky to have such a caring, lovely husband. But his situation is no different.
The Legend of Aang / Avatar: Aang, The Last Airbender
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To say that Zuke woke up with a blinding headache, would be an understatement. His first thought was cursing Sokka- His second was to wonder who helped him clean up for bed and his third thought was the gasping panic of everything that happened last night.
He shot up to sit straight and looked around. The sun was quite high in the sky already and you were not in the room.
"Uh oh-" He swallowed hard as memories flooded back to him.
Not in broken fragments- Oh no. He remembered vividly everything he'd said. He'd done. He was mortified. He groaned, fell back into bed and scrubbed his face with his hands.
There was a knock and he winced. "Enter." Zuko mumbled and a servant opened the door.
"My Lord-" He bowed and brought in a tray of breakfast. "The Fire Lady has sent ginger tea for your headache-" He placed the tray on the table next to his side of the bed.
"Did she... say anything else?" Zuko asked, sitting up. Already dreading the possibility of anything at all.
"She- Umm- Sent a message." He sounded very uneasy. "That Please let His Majesty know that he may not drink with the Avatar and Chief Sokka unsupervised."
"Noted." Zuko groaned. "You may leave."
The servant scurried away, closing the door behind him. Zuko shook his head and went through the motions slowly. Cleaned himself, then poured himself tea. He was grateful of you but he was also currently very terrified of you.
Death would be more kind than facing her.
Zuko was successful in avoiding his own wife for most of the day. However, by evening- He knew he'd have to face you sooner or later, considering that you did share accommodations and all. Nonetheless, he stayed in his study much longer than he needed to. He was succeeding as well until a servant came to let him know that you had requested his presence for dinner in your shared chambers.
He was more and more terrified with each step he took until he was at the doors.
"May I- Uh-" He was about to knock when you opened the door. You smiled at him and he swallowed hard. "Hello-" He waved awkwardly.
"You've been avoiding me-" You teased.
Zuko sighed and gave you the smallest smile. "After the fool I made of myself, I think that's valid." He closed the door behind himself and followed you to the table, sitting on the floor across from you.
"I thought you were a very entertaining fool." You laughed a little.
"Spirits-" He sighed. "Perhaps I should abdicate. Let Uncle rule whilst I find a home with the badgermoles." That made you laugh more. "Please- Don't enjoy my misery." He looked at you. "I am so sorry for how I behaved last night. It was unbecoming of any respectable man. I shouldn't have drunk as if I was a teenager and I shouldn't have come to the room in that condition-" As he spoke, his face turned pink with shame. "I know we'd been making progress in our ... friendship. And I'm extremely ashamed of how I acted and of everything I said."
"Are you sorry that you said all that or that you didn't mean any of it?" You asked softly.
"I- I'm sorry because of how I said it all." He looked down. "I had hoped that I would have shared the matters of my heart in a more... romantic setting. Rather than as a drunkard in the middle of the night."
"I didn't mind it." You looked down, toying with the food. "You looked at me like I was something precious." You smiled shyly. "You called me your sun."
"You are." He leaned forward over the table. "You are precious. And you are My Sun." He said softly. "Please, look at me." You lifted your gaze a little. "Do you know why I called you that?" You shook your head. "Because this marriage may have started out as duty and allyship but somewhere along the way, you became my centre. My reason for being. I think of you as the sun because you are. You're the brightest part of my life."
You smiled and shied away from his gaze. "Zuko-" You waved him away, making him chuckle.
"And- And I do want to touch you as any husband wishes to touch their wife but-" He sobered up and paused, "But I know how intense and emotional I can be. I didn't want to burden you. with that part of myself." He explained, twiddling with his thumbs. "And then there's the whole issue of my... my scars-"
"I don't mind them-" You said a little too quickly. "I- Uh- I mean- It adds character to- to-"
"To?" He smiled a little, moving around the table to sit beside you.
"I forgot-" You whispered, unable to look away from his eyes.
"May I?" He offered his hands and you wordlessly placed yours in them. "You know something else I realized last night?"
"What?" You swallowed.
"That ... perhaps I should get drunk more often." He leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Because it made an honest man out of me."
By the third hour of the meeting, scrolls were littered the long table and tea had gone cold hours ago. Ministers droned on about trade disputes and naval routes while the sunset bled orange through the palace windows and despite being the Fire Lord, Zuko had paid attention to almost none of it because his daughter was asleep on his chest.
She had started the meeting in your arms, warm and fussy after feeding, but the second Zuko held out his hands for her, she settled immediately. Now she rested against him in a tiny bundle of crimson silk, cheek squished against the dark fabric of his robes while her small fist clung weakly to his collar.
The sight alone had nearly killed you the first time you saw it months ago.
One hand supported her back while the other rested protectively over her tiny body, thumb absentmindedly stroking slow patterns whenever she stirred. The entire room stopped breathing when she made the faintest little whine in her sleep. Zuko gently bounced the baby once against his chest, his voice quiet and soft.
“It’s alright.” Once she settled again, he lifted his eyes back toward the minister.
“…Continue.”
You sat beside him quietly, watching him from the corner of your eye while pretending to listen to the meeting. Truthfully, you were exhausted. Motherhood has changed a lot. Your body still aches some days, sleep came in fragments now and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d eaten a meal without interruption.
But then moments where Zuko looked at your daughter like she hung the moon itself in the sky happened and it was all worth it. The meeting dragged on another hour before the final advisor finally bowed.
“That concludes today’s reports, Fire Lord.” Zuko nodded once dismissing them.
The room emptied out and you were met with silence finally. Zuko leaned back heavily in his chair with a long exhale.
“She survived her first council meeting,” he murmured quietly to the baby.
“I think she handled it better than some of the ministers.” You laughed softly, stretching your arms above your head as tension left your shoulders.
“Hm.” he looked down at her with ridiculous seriousness.
“She has better judgment.” You leaned toward him slowly, unable to stop smiling. The candlelight painted gold across his scarred face and his hair had come loose during the meeting, dark strands falling over tired amber eyes.
He looked exhausted but peaceful. You brushed your fingers lightly over the baby’s soft hair.
“She slept almost the entire time.” you cooed at her
“She likes being near me.” he responded
“She likes warmth.” you snorted.
At first, after she’d been born, he’d been terrified to hold her. You still remembered the way his hands shook the first time the midwives placed her in his arms.
“What if I hurt her?” he asked quietly.
You had almost cried hearing it.
Because he held her as if she was too precious to touch. And sometimes you caught him pacing the nursery in the middle of the night whispering little stories to her when he thought you were asleep. Your heart ached just thinking about it. He looks at you with a softened look in his eye.
“What?” you asked carefully.
His thumb brushed across the baby’s back once.
“We should have another one.”
You stared at him in disbelief.
“…Another what?”
“Baby.”
“You are currently holding a baby.” you blinked slowly.
“Yes.” he nodded
“And you want another one.”
“Yes.”
“Zuko.”
“I’m serious.” His lips twitched slightly at your tone.
You laughed in disbelief, “I just carried this one for nine months.”
“And you did beautifully.”
“That is not the point.”
“You’re a wonderful mother.”
Your face warmed. “That’s still not the point.”
“I didn’t know I could feel like this,” he admitted quietly.
You leaned your head against his shoulder gently, exhaustion melting into warmth, your daughter sleeping peacefully between you both. Zuko turned his head slightly, pressing a lingering kiss against your temple.
“One more,” he murmured again.
You groaned and rolled your eyes.
“Oh my spirits, you are unbelievable.”
“I think she needs a sibling.”
“She can barely hold her own head up.”
“She’ll learn,” he said, raising his brow.
“That is not how this works.” you breathe out.
Zuko’s shoulders shook slightly with quiet laughter before he looked at you again with a more serious expression
“You know,” he said softly, “seeing you hold her for the first time… I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone the way I loved you at that moment.”
Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes burned with tears.
“You cannot say things like that after asking me for another baby.”
“Why not?” he asks while giving your daughter a kiss on the crown of her head.
“Because then I can’t argue properly.”
A grin tugged at his mouth. “Good."
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content: contrary to popular belief, the fire lord can't have everything he wants. however, even he’d admit that what he wanted was troublesome in itself, which is why he forces himself to be okay with having you by his side as his advisor.
[tw: MDNI, longfic, angst/fluff/smut, slowburn apothecary diaries coded, so much yearning and longing, porn with plot, there is no power imbalance he’s afraid of your father, zuko’s a little shit tho, we’re already married in his head]
notes: this was supposed to be a oneshot but then ideas kept popping up in my head and i thought, why don't i just turn this into a longfic like defiance?? lol. the plan is to follow these two around throughout a couple arcs, with the first one being them trying to navigate their feelings and attempting to go back to normal while trying to fix the shit show in the silk district.
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 possessive, vice, 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 once 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.)
“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. “give me a— fuuuck— baby. 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 nipping at 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, petal?”
“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 drawing close.
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. 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. he feels your slick envelope him, 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.
☽ ⋆ ⋅ it’s not zuko’s fault his wife can’t keep her hands off him.
☼ cw ; fem! reader, fire lord zuko, being late to a meeting because you can’t stop riding zuko, mentions of all the babies you guys have, sokka being sokka. the gaang’s all here (after the sex).
☽ ⋆ ⋅ m.list
“Come on Zuko— one more time? Please?” You’re panting, naked, hands braced on Zuko’s sweaty chest as you grind back and forth in his lap.
His breath hitches from the sheets, squeezing your hips. “Seriously? I’m already late. How does it— fuck. Stop that!” Zuko frowns and pinches your ass when you tighten around his cock on purpose.
“How does it look if the Fire Lord can’t stop fucking his wife long enough to attend a simple meeting with the Avatar?” He continues.
Zuko is still half hard inside your pussy, cum trailing down his shaft— filling out thick and hot by the second.
“Then why are you getting hard again?” You tease, dipping down to suck on his throat.
“That— that’s unfair,” he moans. You draw back to look at his face, and his cheeks are flushed such a similar color to his scar it almost blends together entirely.
“And if you really thought this meeting with Aang was important you wouldn’t still be in bed with me.” You place your palm over Zuko’s mouth, grinning at the way his eyes go wide and his cock twitches.
“Now shut up and let me ride my husband one more time.”
When you walk into the fire temple chambers where the meeting is taking place, the entire group is there.
Aang and Katara share a look, laughing at the picture you and Zuko make. Hair mussed and clothes ruffled, a hickey high on Zuko’s throat.
Sokka looks thoroughly annoyed and throws his hands up in exasperation.
“Seriously dude?!” He shouts, jumping from his chair and jabbing a finger at the poorly hidden hickey. “This is why the fire temple is crawling with your offspring!”
Toph snickers, and Zuko doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed.
forgive me i wrote this in thirty minutes immediately after i watched the movie.
doesn’t mean to get attached to you, but it happens anyway. quietly. gradually. like something inevitable. one day you’re just “someone in the unit,” and the next, you’re the only voice he listens for in the comms.
who pretends he’s unaffected, but the moment you go radio silent for even a second too long, his entire body locks up. he’ll bark orders, keep moving, stay sharp but inside, it’s all static and worst-case scenarios.
who never shows his face, not fully… but lets you see pieces of him no one else gets. the edge of his jaw when he lifts the mask to drink. the faintest ghost of a smile when you say something dumb.
who remembers everything about you. the way you take your tea. the exact tone your voice drops to when you’re tired. the difference between your real laugh and the one you use around others.
who stands just a little closer to you than necessary. not touching, never that obvious, but close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, grounding, steady.
who calls you by your name in private, not your callsign. low and rough, like it actually means something. like you mean something.
who gets protective in a way that isn’t loud amd isn’t possessive just…absolute. if you’re in danger, he’s already moving before anyone else has processed what’s happening.
who will patch you up himself, even if you insist you’re fine. silent, focused, hands surprisingly gentle for someone who’s spent so long breaking things.
who doesn’t do affection the normal way. no grand gestures. no soft confessions. but he’ll sit beside you in silence after a mission, shoulder brushing yours, and that’s his version of everything.
who, one night when it’s just the two of you, finally says: “you’re safe with me.” and it’s not a promise he makes lightly.
who doesn’t say “i love you.” not at first. maybe not ever in the way people expect but you’ll hear it in every stay close, every i’ve got you, bird , but every moment he chooses you — again and again.
Do you have any fics you recommend to everyone? I'm in desperate need of a good read!
I’M BOUT TO GO AWF!!!!!
I have too fucking many favorites so I’m gonna go with all my current reads so far:
Fave Series/Longer Fics of 2026 (so far):
♡ Coupled Up! (JJK Men x Reader Series) by @indiewritesxoxo ♡ Silent Serenades (Duke!Gojo x Reader Fic) by @madamechrissy ♡ Pour It Up (Strip Club Owner!Sukuna x Stripper!Reader Fic) by @madamechrissy ♡ Lay Down the Law (Lawyer!Gojo x Assistant!Reader Fic) by @nanamiskentos ♡
♡ Jesus, What's A Girl To Do? (Athlete!JJK x F!Reader Series) by @muliwamm ♡ Dust and Devotion (Southern!Nanami x Reader Series) by @mtcloudsworld ♡ My Small Town Lover! (JJK Men x Reader Series) by @yorikae ♡ The Rich Farmer's Daughter Turned Town's Slut (AOT Men/Women x F!Reader Series) by @charmmyvixen ♡
Fave One Shots of 2026 (so far):
♡ Vemonized (Venom!Toji x F!Reader) by @screampied ♡ Love Island (Toji x F!Reader) by @tonycries ♡ Nothing Is Lost (Na'Vi!Gojo x Scientist!Reader) by @tonycries ♡ Let's Get Wet (SatoSugu x MILF!Reader) by @reignpage ♡ Building Services (Toji x F!Reader x Gojo) by @6x-x9 ♡ Stateside (JJK Men x Reader) by @tonycries ♡ His Prettiest Peach (Bowser!Sukuna x Princess Peach!Reader) by @indiewritesxoxo ♡ Geto Knows Best! (Knight!Geto x Rapunzel!Reader) by @indiewritesxoxo ♡
♡ Holographic Heartthrob (Porn Star/Hologram!Gojo x Reader) by @mimimochis ♡ Let me fuck those insecurities away angel. (Husband!Eren x Pregnant!Black!Wife Reader) by @laylathegoddesss ♡ Enjin, Henessy & U (Enjin x Reader) by @suki-miu
♡ ♡nanami is obsessed falls in love with his cute neighbor!₊˚⊹ (Nanami x Neighbor!Reader) by @sacratiti ♡ inadmissible (Detective!Sukuna x Reader x Higurama) by @yorikae ♡ Scorched Earth (Homelander!Gojo x Reader) by @nanamiskentos ♡ the weird little lady in the woods (Lumberjack!Toji x Lumberjack!Sukuna x Witch!Reader) by @liahcharms ♡
