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avatar the last airbender

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sokka-

sokka having a pregnant firebender wife!

sokka hinting at wanting kids with inventions!

sokka being a gift giver

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[sokkastreet]

The coolest thing about Sokka? His fire bending, pregnant wife!reader!

Sokka x fem!reader- fluff, suggestive, pregnancy, adult sokka (takes place during avatar aang), established relationship, marriage. not proofread!

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You first officially met when he knocked you out with his boomerang. Daughter of a General, fire bending prodigy, you know the drill. His greatest accomplishment was making you 'fall head over heels' (as he called it) with him. Which wasn't wrong.

After the war was over, you decided to go back with him to the Southern Water Tribe where you both got married last year, and here you are now. Six months pregnant and watching him ramble to kids about his brand new inventions.

They were going on about water bending, and honestly, this was the most entertainment you've gotten in the past month. Sokka had grown to be a little bit too overbearing. Meaning, you've basically had to do nothing.

"Keep in mind, there are still plenty folks like me, who can't bend," Sokka reminds them, forgetting why he was always arguing with the same three children.

"Why would Avatar Aang partner with a nonbender?" One of the girls ask, crossing her arms.

"Why? I'll tell you why," he begins, making you let out a sigh as he begins rambling again.

"I saved him from the iceberg, my boomerang flew by his side while I carried away enemies with my trusty blade, I even took down the whole Fire Nation airship armada!" He lists off, "and on top of all that, I was more popular than him," he continues to go off, somehow ending up laid on his front before remembering the most important part,

"and I seduced the daughter of a Fire Nation General. My charms convinced her to join our side! And look at her now," he boasts, gesturing to you, to which you giggled awkwardly.

"You're such a liar Sokka. Your boomerang is useless," the boy huffs, tilting his head with an unimpressed expression.

"Yeah!" One of the girls agree, "the coolest thing about you is your girlfriend, and I'm concerned for her mental wellbeing after dating you,"

"Wife," he quickly corrected, before grinning, "and, do you know how we met?"

They all shake their heads.

"I hit her with my boomerang!"

"You hit your pregnant wife with your boomerang? That's awfull!" The older girl gasps.

"What? No! She wasn't pregnant when I met her- do you know how pregnancy works?" He exclaims, suddenly appearing at your side protectively, like he was offended.

They all shake their heads.

Sokka raises a confused eyebrow, "well when-"

"Nope!" You instantly cut him off with another awkward laugh. "Go ask your parents. We were sixteen and I was actually just saying hi to Appa when he threw his boomerang at me and knocked me out. Then he held me hostage-"

He cuts you off by covering your mouth with his palm, "oh baby you're so funny," he presses a kiss to your cheek and turns to the three kids, "pregnancy can make women remember things differently," he says, placing his hand on your baby bump.

"But yes, I did hit her with my boomerang. But once she woke up we healed her and she was soo smitten with me. She couldn't resist me," he shrugs, "right babe?"

"Right," you huff, suppressing a smile.

After another two minutes the kids leave, making him let out a relived sigh as he shuts the door behind them. "What's the point of them coming in here just to whine about me being a non bender?" He groans, walking back over to you.

"How's the baby doing?" He hums, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you onto the table. Before he can lean in for a kiss, you stop him.

"Nuh uh, don't change the subject. You held me hostage, tried to convince Aang and Katara to get a ransom for me, and then two weeks after you nearly got me killed by that crazy blood bender woman!" You remind him, draping your arms over his sculpted shoulders. "I was only trying to pet Appa!"

"You were a firebender and I thought you were trying to steal him!" He tries to defend himself.

"You held me captive."

"You were a firebender!"

"You had me tied up for two days straight with rocks on my hands."

"So you couldn't firebend!"

"Do you know what the worst part was?" You say, looking at him accusingly while trying to suppress laughter. He shook his head.

"You then tried to kiss me a week after like you hadn't just knocked me out, held me captive and tied up for two days, and tried to get a whole ass ransom for me!" You continue.

"And now I've knocked you up?" He says, wearing his boyish grin and a shrug.

This time you can't help but smile, "you're impossible Sokka. I wish I had standards," you tell him, cupping both his cheeks as he laughed.

"I know you're not mad at me," he says, tilting his head for you.

"How?"

"Because you steam when you get mad. Plus, the baby kicks me like it knows," he points out, resting his hands on your thighs.

"Fair enough. How's-"

You were cut off by a messenger bird flying in through the window and landing on the table next to you. "Huh?"

He looks at the bird for a second, "Its from Aang," he says, petting its head before taking out the message. He reads it outloud,

"To Sokka and (name), sorry if this is bad timing and hope (name) and the baby are doing well. I need your help against the Denied, both of your help would be great but I understand if it's too much with the baby on the way. If you can, please come immediately. Kind regards, Aang."

Your eyes widen, glancing down to the baby bump.

Sokka sighs and sets down the letter, "that's real bad timing. I don't want to leave you both," he tells you, looking up at you as you were still sat on the table.

"What do you mean? We're going. I can still firebend while pregnant Sokka," you reply, meeting his gaze.

"No way. Nuh uh. I am not letting my pregnant wife fight, it's too dangerous, for you, the baby, and my anxiety. I'll just stay here and tell Aang that we can't make it," he immediately argues, lifting you off the table and carrying you out of the workshop and into your house.

"Sokka. He needs our help. I get you being worried, but I don't even have to fight. I can still help with other stuff." You tell him, huffing as he gently drops you onto your bed.

"Baby-"

"Come on Sokka. Aren't the Denied just a bunch of nonbenders anyway?"

"I'm a nonbender!"

"Exactly my point,"

"You're mean, ma," he frowns, flopping down next to you.

"And you held me captive once."

"Stop using that against me!"

"I'll stop if we can go help Aang."

"You're evil. I'll think about it,"

“Oh and also- didn’t you dangle me off Appa, above the ocean like fifty feet high, and threatened to drop me if I didn’t give you information about something I didn’t even know about?”

His face drops, frowning. “Okay that was really bad now that I think about it,” he says, looking up at the ceiling, “but also when I think about it, I probably would’ve dropped you if it wasn’t for Aang,” he trails off, not thinking about what he said.

“Huh?”

“Well I’m glad I didn’t! You’re the best thing in my life baby, promise,” he tells you, now pressing kisses all over your face.

You frown, "remember when I moved across the world to be with you and I nearly froze to death and was incredibly sick?"

"Okay baby actually stop now. You know why I worry. If anything were to happen to you when we help Aang, I would die." He puts it quite plainly, putting a halt to the kisses.

"When? So we are going?"

Your beloved husband lets out a large groan, "fine! But you are doing minimal whatever, you're purely there for emotional support," he tells you, shifting on his side to look at you seriously.

"Okay! Promise. But he said it was urgent, so we should probably leave as soon as possible," you grin, running your nails over the shaven parts of his head (which he absolutely adored).

“I’m sure he can wait one more hour,” he says, flipping you gently onto your back and pressing his lips to yours.

You giggle into the kiss, “an hour? You forget that I’m pregnant and don’t have much stamina at the moment.”

He gasps and pulls back, “you’re so dirty minded ma,” he teases, kissing you again.

“But yes, you won’t have to do any work. We have to get it out of our system though, last time we visited Aang and Katara they kept getting noise complaints. Plus, Zuko nearly kicked us out of the palace once. You’re too loud.”

“I’m too loud? You’re the one who doesn’t stop talking!”

“You love my talking.”

“And you can’t go two days without-”

“Sue me for wanting to show my wife appreciation!”

“No because you were broke as fuck until we got together,”

“Just stop complaining about me, you let me put a baby in you. And you’re very picky when it comes to everything, I’m the whole package. I have the whole package,” he teases.

“And I’m starting to regret it.”

The baby kicks right where his hand was, making him get distracted and focus on the baby. “Oh she just kicked me! Did you see that?”

“Sokka she’s kicking my bladder, I need to pee,”

“Ha! So you do think it’s a girl,”

You keep a straight face at him, making him laugh and sit up. “Okay okay, sorry ma,” he huffs, scooping you up and taking you to your bathroom.

a/n- howww do I use banners guys 😢 and links and masterlists I’ve only ever written on wattpad 😞

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Sokka hinting at babies!

How does Sokka ask about kids? Start hinting at them with his inventions!

Sokka x fem!reader- pure fluff, mentions of babies, established relationship (married), a little suggestive?

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His baby fever has been going through the roof lately. It seemed like everyone had kids- he had always wanted them of course, but what really started the baby fever was the new clothes shop that opened. Full of baby clothes. Each piece of fabric cuter than the last.

You and Sokka had been married for a bit longer than a year now, and the honeymoon phase felt like it could last forever.

It started with a round table. Nothing fancy, just a plain table in the shape of a circle with no sharp edges or corners.

You went into his workshop to give him a glass of water (as he'd been in there all day) but when you walked in, he greeted you with a wide grin, took the glass of water and set it to the side. "Come and look at this baby," he tells you happily, guiding you by the waist.

He lifted up the sheet covering the table, "ta-da!" he grins proudly, showing you the table.

You try look excited, but the confusion turned your smile into an awkward curve. "Uh... it looks great Sokka, is there anything else to it?" You ask, as he usually only showed you his fancy creations.

"It's way more than just a table when you really think about it." He begins, brushing his palms around the curved edges, "it's completely baby proof. No sharp edges!" He makes his first point, making you nod slowly.

He then brings a chair to it for a visual demonstration, sitting down and patting the wood. "Imagine a family sitting round this table for the next twenty years, all eating a meal together with their kids running around, never a moment of peace for them, until... they all sit down to eat a meal together! Imagine them having a little baby sat on one of the tall baby chairs. I love babies, don't you?" He rambles, going off the script insanely.

"Sokka do you know a couple that are having a baby? Oh- is it Katara and Aang? I knew that they were-" you stop talking as soon as he gives you the 'what are you talking about?' look.

"No?" You tilt you head "then what are you on about?

"Uhh nevermind baby. Just a baby proof table, that's all," he huffs silently, mentally facepalming himself.

The next time he hinted at a baby was accidental, he had been in his workshop all day. He finished a project about an hour ago, and got a little carried away with making small wooden figures of Appa, Momo, Turtleducks, and various other animals. All baby toys.

You did knock before coming in but he didn't hear, so you just let yourself in to find your husband sat down and carving out another Turtleduck (just one by itself felt lonely).

"Sokka," you call out, making him jump. "Are you okay? You seem very immersed in whatever you're doing," you giggle walking over and wrapping your arms around his, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"These are cute, right?" He asks, melting back a little into your touch.

"Mhm. Real cute," you hum, gently picking up the one of Appa. "Y'know, drawings really aren't your strong point but these are really cute." You tell him, pressing more kisses down his face and jaw.

"What are they for?" You ask.

"Kids and babies," is all he says, sneaking in a kiss to your cheek.

"You're making baby toys?" You furrow your eyebrows, a little surprised (and suspicious). "Sokka I've seen you make all sorts of stuff. I really wasn't expecting you to make baby stuff," you say with a giggle.

"Do you think kids will like them?"

"Hell yeah- what baby doesn't want a wooden Appa and Momo? Save some for our future kids," you reply, making his eyes widen as his plan had kind of accidentally worked.

"Yeah?" He grins, twisting slightly to take both your hips in his hands and pull you onto his lap. "You want kids?" He asks, the doorway being fully open.

You wrap your arms around his neck, "I think it would be a waste not to, especially since they'd be the coolest kids ever with us as parents." You tell him jokingly, "plus their genetics would be insane,"

And that's all he needed to hear for the next round of plotting.

The next few hints were a lot more obvious. Baby chairs, mini tools for kids, the list went on and on.

You were beginning to catch on slowly but surely, until one day he cracked.

He was out for the day doing god knows what with Aang, and you remembered that you left your favourite mug in his workshop last night. You went in, with no intention to snoop around or anything like that.

But you walked in, and the first thing you saw was his pair of goggles, right next to a mini version of identical goggles. Strange, but not enough to make you think anything of it.

You then spotted his boots, with an unused miniature pair right next to them. Which can't have been a creation- as far as you knew, your husband didn't make shoes. He must have bought them. Weird.

You shake off your growing suspicion and try to focus on finding your mug.

Then, you stumbled across a fairly large object with a sheet thrown over. This was bad. You shouldn't be snooping. But you were so curious on what it could be. One look couldn't hurt, right?

So, you pulled the sheet off.

A baby crib. Brand new, polished and sanded to perfection. With the same wood you coincidentally mentioned liking a while ago. Then the realisation began to hit. The constant inventions being aimed at stuff for children? They way he had to stop to talk to every baby you both saw on the street?

Shit.

You looked at it a bit closer, and on the inside frame you found a small engraving of both of your initials.

Then, you hear your husband calling you and entering the workshop. "Fuck!" you whisper yell, trying to find the sheet that was over the crib originally.

However, it was too late. He had seen.

"What are you- ohh shit..." his face drops, before he decides to try play it cool.

He goes to lean on the side of the wall but misses it completely, accidentally crashing into a toolbox. "For fucks sake," he mutters under his breath.

You giggle a little before remembering about your suspicions.

You straighten up and clear your throat, "Sokka." You begin, taking in a deep breath before deciding to get straight to the point. "Do you want a baby?" You ask abruptly.

He tried to keep his cool before breaking down after two seconds.

“What do you mean babe?” He raises an eyebrow with crossed arms, seeing you tilt you head and breaking- "Yes! Yes I want a baby so bad I've been trying to tell you for weeks but I kept panicking and making all the baby stuff to give you hints but really I was just stress making things but-"

You cut him off with a kiss, which he instantly melts into before pulling away. "I really want a baby." He says with an exasperated sigh.

"Then we'll have a bunch of them. Sokka you should've just said,"

"How many? Because I'm thinking three or four- maybe five even! And then when we want peace we can just drop them at Katara and Aang's for them to deal with. Oh I'm so excited we're gonna have a baby!" He rambles, picking you up and spinning you around.

"Okay okay, calm down baby. I'm not even pregnant yet," you giggle, getting a little dizzy.

He sets you down, "right yeah. Lets get that bit sorted first, yeah?" He grins.

You kiss him again, “I think letting your hair down will help with our chances,” you tell him while your lips are pressing against his.

“Really would that- ohh, wait I see,”

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Sokka being a gift giver just makes sense. Even better when it’s something he made himself.

Sokka x fem!reader, not proofread!

Complaining about period cramps? Best believe he’s finding out a way to make a heating pad for you, as well as multiple snacks and even that bracelet you’d been eyeing up for weeks.

An argument? He’s creating a pop up card with ‘I’m sorry I love you’ written on the front,

“Sokka, why are you sorry about loving me?” You ask with the card in your hands, walking into his crafts room full of junk. His face drops with confusion, “what do you mean baby?” He raises an eyebrow.

You hold it out to show him, “it says ‘I’m sorry I love you’, are you breaking up with me?” You ponder, eyebrows furrowed.

“Of course not! I was apologising for earlier, where’d you get that from?” He asks, putting down whatever he was doing and gently taking the card from your hands. After inspecting it, “ohhh, I see what I did there. I’ll make it up to you in a second, ‘kay?” He hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“In the mean time,” he says, grabbing something from the side, “I made this for you! Cute isn’t it?” He smiles happily at his creation, which was two little clay figures of the two of you, like a wedding cake topper.

“Very cute. Still waiting for a proposal though, then maybe I’ll forgive you,” you tell him, kissing his cheek back and looking at the figures a bit more.

He grins sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck with a small redness to his cheeks, “I’m definitely working on that, promise. However…” he begins, placing the figures back on the side before scooping you up by the back of your knees and lifting you onto the side too.

“Sokka,” you giggle as he presses kisses up your neck and all over your face.

“Nuh uh, I’m sorry for pissing you off. Next time I won’t rush you and make you slip on ice,” he says between gentle kisses.

“You don’t have to remind me!”

And he keeps his promise, spending weeks making the perfect betrothal necklace for you. He was definitely grateful for being able to share his culture with the woman he loves, and had been stress making random objects for you too.

He had gotten Katara to take you out shopping for the day (with heaps of money he had given you) whilst he sets up dinner with the table and chairs he made, the sets of cutlery and plates you once mentioned liking, and your favourite meal.

“Babe I’m home!” You call out after saying bye to Katara, setting down bags by the door.

He inhales and exhales deeply, making sure the betrothal necklace was safe in his pocket. “I’m in here!” He calls back, trying not to let nerves take over.

Once you walk into the room you’re met with candles and food that smells way too good to process (and way too good for him to make by himself) and most importantly, Sokka’s smiling face.

He holds out a chair for you, “m’lady,” he grins, seeing you giggle lightly and sit down. “This is unexpected- I’d have made an attempt to look better if I knew we were having date night tonight,” you say, watching him take a seat opposite you.

“You look beautiful already, don’t worry about it. I thought I’d push date night a bit earlier as I think Katara wants me to show the children stranger danger or something. Not really sure,” he makes up a pathetic excuse, making you nod slowly with a hint of disbelief.

After eating dinner he took you outside under the stars, mentally rehearsing the speech he had planned out.

“I uh- just wanted to say a few things,” he begins with a deep breath in.

“If you had told me when we were sixteen that we’d be where we are right now, there’s no way I’d believe it. But every day you remind why I’m so insanely in love with you, and why I’ve done all that I’ve had to to get to here. Not a day goes by where I regret a thing.” He says honestly, gently holding your palm in his larger hands.

“I didn’t think love could be this warm. Well unless I loved someone from the Fire Nation but-” he rambles, “sorry did I just traill off? Anyways-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his softly, cupping his cheek with your free hand while he still holds your other hand. He melts into the kiss immediately, moving his lips in sync with yours. Before it can go any further, he pulls away.

“I- I love you so much baby. More than I can express,” he sighs, compressing his nerves to pull out the necklace. “Will you let me be your husband?” He asks sheepishly.

Your face lightens up, “Sokka! It’s beautiful- yes, of course!” You say instantly, throwing your arms around his neck and tackling him to the floor, then it being your turn to lather him in kisses.

“Oh, I also made that dispenser thing you asked for,” he interrupts.

You pull an inch away from him with a large smile, “yeah, that’s my husband,” you grin, kissing him again as he flips the two of you over.

“I love you Sokka,”

“I love you too baby,”

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Complaining about period cramps? Best believe he’s finding out a way to make a heating pad for you, as well as multiple snacks and even that bracelet you’d been eyeing up for weeks.

An argument? He’s creating a pop up card with ‘I’m sorry I love you’ written on the front,

“Sokka, why are you sorry about loving me?” You ask with the card in your hands, walking into his crafts room full of junk. His face drops with confusion, “what do you mean baby?” He raises an eyebrow.

You hold it out to show him, “it says ‘I’m sorry I love you’, are you breaking up with me?” You ponder, eyebrows furrowed.

“Of course not! I was apologising for earlier, where’d you get that from?” He asks, putting down whatever he was doing and gently taking the card from your hands. After inspecting it, “ohhh, I see what I did there. I’ll make it up to you in a second, ‘kay?” He hums, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“In the mean time,” he says, grabbing something from the side, “I made this for you! Cute isn’t it?” He smiles happily at his creation, which was two little clay figures of the two of you, like a wedding cake topper.

“Very cute. Still waiting for a proposal though, then maybe I’ll forgive you,” you tell him, kissing his cheek back and looking at the figures a bit more.

He grins sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck with a small redness to his cheeks, “I’m definitely working on that, promise. However…” he begins, placing the figures back on the side before scooping you up by the back of your knees and lifting you onto the side too.

“Sokka,” you giggle as he presses kisses up your neck and all over your face.

“Nuh uh, I’m sorry for pissing you off. Next time I won’t rush you and make you slip on ice,” he says between gentle kisses.

“You don’t have to remind me!”

And he keeps his promise, spending weeks making the perfect betrothal necklace for you. He was definitely grateful for being able to share his culture with the woman he loves, and had been stress making random objects for you too.

He had gotten Katara to take you out shopping for the day (with heaps of money he had given you) whilst he sets up dinner with the table and chairs he made, the sets of cutlery and plates you once mentioned liking, and your favourite meal.

“Babe I’m home!” You call out after saying bye to Katara, setting down bags by the door.

He inhales and exhales deeply, making sure the betrothal necklace was safe in his pocket. “I’m in here!” He calls back, trying not to let nerves take over.

Once you walk into the room you’re met with candles and food that smells way too good to process (and way too good for him to make by himself) and most importantly, Sokka’s smiling face.

He holds out a chair for you, “m’lady,” he grins, seeing you giggle lightly and sit down. “This is unexpected- I’d have made an attempt to look better if I knew we were having date night tonight,” you say, watching him take a seat opposite you.

“You look beautiful already, don’t worry about it. I thought I’d push date night a bit earlier as I think Katara wants me to show the children stranger danger or something. Not really sure,” he makes up a pathetic excuse, making you nod slowly with a hint of disbelief.

After eating dinner he took you outside under the stars, mentally rehearsing the speech he had planned out.

“I uh- just wanted to say a few things,” he begins with a deep breath in.

“If you had told me when we were sixteen that we’d be where we are right now, there’s no way I’d believe it. But every day you remind why I’m so insanely in love with you, and why I’ve done all that I’ve had to to get to here. Not a day goes by where I regret a thing.” He says honestly, gently holding your palm in his larger hands.

“I didn’t think love could be this warm. Well unless I loved someone from the Fire Nation but-” he rambles, “sorry did I just traill off? Anyways-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his softly, cupping his cheek with your free hand while he still holds your other hand. He melts into the kiss immediately, moving his lips in sync with yours. Before it can go any further, he pulls away.

“I- I love you so much baby. More than I can express,” he sighs, compressing his nerves to pull out the necklace. “Will you let me be your husband?” He asks sheepishly.

Your face lightens up, “Sokka! It’s beautiful- yes, of course!” You say instantly, throwing your arms around his neck and tackling him to the floor, then it being your turn to lather him in kisses.

“Oh, I also made that dispenser thing you asked for,” he interrupts.

You pull an inch away from him with a large smile, “yeah, that’s my husband,” you grin, kissing him again as he flips the two of you over.

“I love you Sokka,”

“I love you too baby,”