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Toph figures out you're pregnant before you even know. It's not like you and Zuko have been trying; you're just not careful when it comes to it, so it was bound to happen sooner or later, but you had expected to find out from a missed period or a midwife or a physician, not like this.

“Hey, Sparky. Come here,” Toph had called for the fire lord a few minutes after touching down in the palace gardens, her senses immediately pinging the change in the air.

Zuko unwrapped an arm from your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple as he left your side to talk with the Earthbender.

You don’t think much of it, too enrapt in the conversation with Aang about his latest find in an old air temple.

“Are you pregnant?” Toph whispers, her arm slung around Zuko’s shoulders conspiratorially. (he has to duck down to allow her to drape her arm over him.)

“What?” Zuko looks back, confusion furrowing his brow.

“Are you two, you know…” she waggles her eyebrows, nudging her head back in your direction. “Have you two been…”

Zuko blinks. “Pardon?”

The Earthbender throws her head back and sighs dramatically, turning around to spear you with a question you had not been anticipating.

“Hey, princess, have you and Sparky here been fucking raw?”

The conversation halts, Aang’s words dying on his tongue mid syllable as the question echoes through the small courtyard. Sokka slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes widening as he tries to contain the cackle clawing its way up his throat. Katara turns red in the cheeks as her jaw drops, and you, well, all you can do is stare at the earthbender as she squints at you.

"Toph...wha-" you stutter, catching Zuko's equally as frantic gaze. "huh?"

Toph smirks. "You and your husband. Are you two going-"

"Toph, enough," Zuko interrupts the earthbender with a soft but firm hand on her shoulder.

Zuko locks onto you. Your furrowed brow, the slight pout of your bottom lip, how your skin is blazing pink, oh, you are so flustered. he is quick to close the gap, large hand sliding over your waist to plant firmly at the small of your back, the heat from his skin radiating comfort through your body. You lean into your husband's strong chest, fingers threading around the silk belt at his waist. Zuko ducks his head closer to yours, the space no longer so vast and overwhelming; it is now just him and you.

"Are you?" his question is whispered, and you can't tell if he is petrified or excited.

"I.. I don't know." Your bottom lip continues to tremble despite there being no reason to cry. "I am a few days late, but that doesn't mean anything. I've been stressed, and I thought maybe I..." your breathing begins to quicken, your heart thundering in your chest.

Your husband's hand on your jaw soothes you, thumb brushing over your full cheek.

"It's okay, my love. Breathe," he takes in a breath, guiding you as you feel your head begin to swim. “We’ll go see the physician to be sure. toph could be wrong about-“

“I’m not,” she calls over, pride brimming in her tone.

“Beifong. Drop it.” Zuko turns his head to bark at his friend, concern no longer on being a good host but entirely on you, his very panicked wife.

“I’m still right,” you hear Toph grumble before she yelps and the sound of water splashing.

“Zuko, what if I am?” you breathe, cheeks puffing out as you exhale shakily. “I know we’ve talked about it, but…how? when would we have-“

“I don’t know, sweetheart. But I mean, it was bound to happen” Zuko shrugs, blush dusting his cheeks as he recalls just how you have ended up in this predicament. “We aren’t exactly being careful.” his fingers push your hair back from your face, cupping your face in his palms.

“And now everyone knows,” you groan, a grumble rippling through your throat as the embarrassment takes over once again.

Zuko hums, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “Sure, but you’ve seen Aang and Katara, they’re way more obvious than we’ve ever been.”

“I heard that!” Aang yells over.

“And we’ve all heard you,” Zuko calls back, smirk growing as you giggle, tension easing from your shoulders as you relax into him.

“We’re going to be fine, love.” he pulls your face closer to his, lips pressing against yours in a feather-light kiss. “And if you aren’t, it just means we can keep trying till something sticks.”

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꒰꒰ 18 + contents ⦂ fire lord! zuko x wife!reader, explicit smut, bathing sex, insecurity

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"...again?" the pillow muffled ZUKO'S groan as he rolled onto his back, eyeing the empty space beside him. the sheets were still warm from where you had been moments ago... vanishing into the bathing chamber like smoke whenever his hands wandered too close.

moonlight caught his bare shoulders tense as he sat up. "you can't keep avoiding me forever," he called toward the shut door. the answering silence prickled his skin.

Inside the bath chamber, you pressed damp palms to the mirror, your reflection distorted. three months since your little daughter's birth, and still your body felt like unfamiliar territory. fire nation nobility whispered about concubines with unmarked skin, while you...

a knock. "talk to me." zuko's voice, low on his side.

the door creaked open before you could answer, steam curling around zuko’s feet as he stepped inside. his hair, half - undone from sleep, fell across his scarred cheek. you turned away, gripping the bathing pool's edge, but not before catching the way his gaze dropped to your waist where the water's surface clung.

"you’re supposed to wait for permission to enter," you mumbled, sinking deeper into the scented water.

zuko didn’t dignify that with a reply. though, he crouched at the pool’s edge. "three years married, and suddenly you’re shy" his thumb seized a droplet rolling down your shoulder. "or is it that you think I’d mind these?" his touch grazed the faint red marks along your hipbone... lighter than the lightning scars on his chest but just as permanent.

you flinched. "the fire sages say a ruler’s consort should..."

"...look like untouched porcelain... I know, I know," he finished weakly. "the same sages who called my face unfit for the throne?" he tapped your chin, forcing your gaze up to where his scar gleamed raw. "when have we ever cared for their opinion? why start now?"

you shook your head at god knows what. jasmine petals stuck to your damp collarbones as zuko shrugged out of his sleeping robe. it soon pooled at his feet. his chest was a battlefield of its own... old ridged burns interlaced with newer, pinker marks where your daughter's tiny nails had scratched him during late - night feedings.

"zuko, I..." your protest died as he soaked his body into the water, the heat making his muscles glisten.

when his knees hit the under water stone bench, zuko’s mouth found the spot beneath your ear. "be honest... which part of you thinks I’d ever stop wanting this." he cooed on damp skin, hands sliding down to grip your waist. "these hips?" a squeeze that sent water sloshing over the ledge. "this stomach?" palms skating lower, thumbs digging into the softness below your navel where your daughter had grown. "or..." his touch drowned under the waterline, testing your thighs with a passing touch of fingertips... "here?"

you gasped, hands flying to his wrists. "zuko, are you sure you don't want to wait..."

"this isn't about me," for grounding, you leanined your head against the wet tile behind you. "I've waited enough, three months, and I know you have to." his free hand squeezed your inner thigh, slow before just holding. "every night, watching you feed our daughter and pretending not to see how you wince when she latches." his fingers danced higher, avoiding where you ached most. "listening to you cry in here afterward like I wouldn’t burn the entire fire nation to the ground if it meant taking your pain."

your breath quickened. his thumb hovered just above your throbbing core, the heat of the bathwater nothing compared to the fire coiling low in your belly. "how low of you, to think I'd care about a few angry marks?" zuko whispered to your throat, a hand sliding up to cup your breast... heavy with a nurturing substance. "when every night I lie awake smelling the scent on your skin and imagining..." his fingers finally dipped between your folds, and your back laid off the tile, in an arch with a sudden gasp.

the sound echoed off walls, mixing with the drip of water from zuko's hair as he bent to lick a stripe of your neck. "we both know," fingers circling your clit, agonising and teasing, "the sages are yet to know how wet you get for me?" his teeth scraped your earlobe. "how even now, you're clenching around nothing?"

his fingers froze... a heartbeat... when your thighs tremble. It was that pause that undid you more than his touch... zuko’s breath hitched when your nails scored his shoulders... his thumb softened its circles to light strokes the instant your breathing grew ragged.

the tile was cold against your spine, but his mouth was scorching as it trailed lower... past your collarbones, over your breasts still tender from feeding your daughter hours before. he paused there, lips floating over a peaked nipple, eyes flicking up to watch you squirm. "tell me," he reassured, "if it’s too much."

you nodded violently as his tongue swirled tight around the sensitive bud, sucking gently until your hips jerked against his stomach. the whimper that escaped you sounded foreign in your own ears... desperate and keening... but zuko drank it in like a man starved. again with his free hand pacing down to grip your hip. "I got you,” he soothed to your chest as his fingers found your dripping core once more.

and gods, he did... every slow, torturous stroke of his fingers was purposeful to make you unravel by degrees. where the younger zuko, you married might have rushed, the man before you now worked with devastating patience, curling two fingers inside you just deep enough to tease before retreating to thumb lazy circles around your clit. "zuko..." you gasped.

"I know," he breathed, crooking his fingers just right. though open-mouthed kisses were placed to the stretch marks beneath your breasts, they gentled kisses whenever you hissed. his thumb never stopped its rhythm, even as he moved to cradle the back of your head with a hand. "perfect."

zuko suddenly took back his fingers... your whine at the loss tangled with the slick sound of his hand leaving you. he lifted you just enough to align himself with your dripping entrance.

"... easy," zuko asked of you. he plunged forward, the fire of him parting you slow. his forehead kissed yours as he waited, letting you adjust... always giving, even when his own thighs quivered with the effort of holding back. "is this too much..."

your nails bit into his shoulders, cutting him off. "...don't stop," you gritted, caving in to take him deeper, the stretch burning sweetly after so long apart. zuko's groan vibrated through your chest as he sank the rest of the way home, his hips greeting yours. for a second, neither of you moved... just breathed, foreheads touching.

you almost saw stars when he took it upon himself to begin moving. zuko’s breath was hot against your temple. he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in with the same pathetic pace. "still think I'd want anyone else?" he rumbled in the moment. he decided on deep, measured strokes that hit that spot inside you with exactly how you wanted, each resulting by the slap of water.

you couldn’t answer... couldn’t do anything but clutch at his shoulders as pleasure boiled tighter with every thrust of his hips. zuko was close in admiring your face, loving - lustful gaze.

his grip on your waist was the only float, keeping you from slipping beneath the surface. you forced your eyes open, your vision blurring with tears. zuko’s his scar flushed dark in your view. a water drip slid from his hairline down the bridge of his nose, slanting before falling onto your parted lips.

"... zuko,” you whimpered, the name broke as his thumb searched for your clit again, circles over and over. "I can’t... I’m going to..."

"I know," he smiled, so sweet second before his mouth closed onto your jaw, then neck. "let me see you."

you came undone with a cry, your body clamping around his as pleasure surged through you like wildfire. zuko’s rhythm faltered, his own release hitting him as he buried his face in your neck.

when he finally pulled back, his hands were gentle as they traced your waist, his thumbs guarding the marks there. "beautiful,” he told himself with a kiss to your collarbone before reaching for a nearby cloth to dab at the sweat beading along your brow. the tenderness in his touch made your throat tighten... he looked at you like you were still the same woman who stole his heart years ago...

the cloth fell from zuko’s fingers into the water as you caught his wrist, laying his palm flat to your stomach... "you're thinking about something, you dare not tell."

"am I?" zuko's thumb traced your navel. "funny. I thought I was worshipping."

your laugh arrived and left when he silenced it with a kiss... slow and deep, his tongue passing in, by your lips. drawing back, his lips lingered close enough to share breath. "the sages," he brought up their wicked calling, nipping at your lower lip, "never warned me about this."

"about what?"

"that their fire lord would fall to his knees for a single sigh from his wife." zuko ushered you to perch on the pool's edge, as he dipped his head lower... pushing your thighs apart on the way down...

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꒰꒰ 18 + contents ⦂ fire lord! zuko x wife!reader, explicit smut, bathing sex, insecurity

masterlist . . . . . ↷

"...again?" the pillow muffled ZUKO'S groan as he rolled onto his back, eyeing the empty space beside him. the sheets were still warm from where you had been moments ago... vanishing into the bathing chamber like smoke whenever his hands wandered too close.

moonlight caught his bare shoulders tense as he sat up. "you can't keep avoiding me forever," he called toward the shut door. the answering silence prickled his skin.

Inside the bath chamber, you pressed damp palms to the mirror, your reflection distorted. three months since your little daughter's birth, and still your body felt like unfamiliar territory. fire nation nobility whispered about concubines with unmarked skin, while you...

a knock. "talk to me." zuko's voice, low on his side.

the door creaked open before you could answer, steam curling around zuko’s feet as he stepped inside. his hair, half - undone from sleep, fell across his scarred cheek. you turned away, gripping the bathing pool's edge, but not before catching the way his gaze dropped to your waist where the water's surface clung.

"you’re supposed to wait for permission to enter," you mumbled, sinking deeper into the scented water.

zuko didn’t dignify that with a reply. though, he crouched at the pool’s edge. "three years married, and suddenly you’re shy" his thumb seized a droplet rolling down your shoulder. "or is it that you think I’d mind these?" his touch grazed the faint red marks along your hipbone... lighter than the lightning scars on his chest but just as permanent.

you flinched. "the fire sages say a ruler’s consort should..."

"...look like untouched porcelain... I know, I know," he finished weakly. "the same sages who called my face unfit for the throne?" he tapped your chin, forcing your gaze up to where his scar gleamed raw. "when have we ever cared for their opinion? why start now?"

you shook your head at god knows what. jasmine petals stuck to your damp collarbones as zuko shrugged out of his sleeping robe. it soon pooled at his feet. his chest was a battlefield of its own... old ridged burns interlaced with newer, pinker marks where your daughter's tiny nails had scratched him during late - night feedings.

"zuko, I..." your protest died as he soaked his body into the water, the heat making his muscles glisten.

when his knees hit the under water stone bench, zuko’s mouth found the spot beneath your ear. "be honest... which part of you thinks I’d ever stop wanting this." he cooed on damp skin, hands sliding down to grip your waist. "these hips?" a squeeze that sent water sloshing over the ledge. "this stomach?" palms skating lower, thumbs digging into the softness below your navel where your daughter had grown. "or..." his touch drowned under the waterline, testing your thighs with a passing touch of fingertips... "here?"

you gasped, hands flying to his wrists. "zuko, are you sure you don't want to wait..."

"this isn't about me," for grounding, you leanined your head against the wet tile behind you. "I've waited enough, three months, and I know you have to." his free hand squeezed your inner thigh, slow before just holding. "every night, watching you feed our daughter and pretending not to see how you wince when she latches." his fingers danced higher, avoiding where you ached most. "listening to you cry in here afterward like I wouldn’t burn the entire fire nation to the ground if it meant taking your pain."

your breath quickened. his thumb hovered just above your throbbing core, the heat of the bathwater nothing compared to the fire coiling low in your belly. "how low of you, to think I'd care about a few angry marks?" zuko whispered to your throat, a hand sliding up to cup your breast... heavy with a nurturing substance. "when every night I lie awake smelling the scent on your skin and imagining..." his fingers finally dipped between your folds, and your back laid off the tile, in an arch with a sudden gasp.

the sound echoed off walls, mixing with the drip of water from zuko's hair as he bent to lick a stripe of your neck. "we both know," fingers circling your clit, agonising and teasing, "the sages are yet to know how wet you get for me?" his teeth scraped your earlobe. "how even now, you're clenching around nothing?"

his fingers froze... a heartbeat... when your thighs tremble. It was that pause that undid you more than his touch... zuko’s breath hitched when your nails scored his shoulders... his thumb softened its circles to light strokes the instant your breathing grew ragged.

the tile was cold against your spine, but his mouth was scorching as it trailed lower... past your collarbones, over your breasts still tender from feeding your daughter hours before. he paused there, lips floating over a peaked nipple, eyes flicking up to watch you squirm. "tell me," he reassured, "if it’s too much."

you nodded violently as his tongue swirled tight around the sensitive bud, sucking gently until your hips jerked against his stomach. the whimper that escaped you sounded foreign in your own ears... desperate and keening... but zuko drank it in like a man starved. again with his free hand pacing down to grip your hip. "I got you,” he soothed to your chest as his fingers found your dripping core once more.

and gods, he did... every slow, torturous stroke of his fingers was purposeful to make you unravel by degrees. where the younger zuko, you married might have rushed, the man before you now worked with devastating patience, curling two fingers inside you just deep enough to tease before retreating to thumb lazy circles around your clit. "zuko..." you gasped.

"I know," he breathed, crooking his fingers just right. though open-mouthed kisses were placed to the stretch marks beneath your breasts, they gentled kisses whenever you hissed. his thumb never stopped its rhythm, even as he moved to cradle the back of your head with a hand. "perfect."

zuko suddenly took back his fingers... your whine at the loss tangled with the slick sound of his hand leaving you. he lifted you just enough to align himself with your dripping entrance.

"... easy," zuko asked of you. he plunged forward, the fire of him parting you slow. his forehead kissed yours as he waited, letting you adjust... always giving, even when his own thighs quivered with the effort of holding back. "is this too much..."

your nails bit into his shoulders, cutting him off. "...don't stop," you gritted, caving in to take him deeper, the stretch burning sweetly after so long apart. zuko's groan vibrated through your chest as he sank the rest of the way home, his hips greeting yours. for a second, neither of you moved... just breathed, foreheads touching.

you almost saw stars when he took it upon himself to begin moving. zuko’s breath was hot against your temple. he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in with the same pathetic pace. "still think I'd want anyone else?" he rumbled in the moment. he decided on deep, measured strokes that hit that spot inside you with exactly how you wanted, each resulting by the slap of water.

you couldn’t answer... couldn’t do anything but clutch at his shoulders as pleasure boiled tighter with every thrust of his hips. zuko was close in admiring your face, loving - lustful gaze.

his grip on your waist was the only float, keeping you from slipping beneath the surface. you forced your eyes open, your vision blurring with tears. zuko’s his scar flushed dark in your view. a water drip slid from his hairline down the bridge of his nose, slanting before falling onto your parted lips.

"... zuko,” you whimpered, the name broke as his thumb searched for your clit again, circles over and over. "I can’t... I’m going to..."

"I know," he smiled, so sweet second before his mouth closed onto your jaw, then neck. "let me see you."

you came undone with a cry, your body clamping around his as pleasure surged through you like wildfire. zuko’s rhythm faltered, his own release hitting him as he buried his face in your neck.

when he finally pulled back, his hands were gentle as they traced your waist, his thumbs guarding the marks there. "beautiful,” he told himself with a kiss to your collarbone before reaching for a nearby cloth to dab at the sweat beading along your brow. the tenderness in his touch made your throat tighten... he looked at you like you were still the same woman who stole his heart years ago...

the cloth fell from zuko’s fingers into the water as you caught his wrist, laying his palm flat to your stomach... "you're thinking about something, you dare not tell."

"am I?" zuko's thumb traced your navel. "funny. I thought I was worshipping."

your laugh arrived and left when he silenced it with a kiss... slow and deep, his tongue passing in, by your lips. drawing back, his lips lingered close enough to share breath. "the sages," he brought up their wicked calling, nipping at your lower lip, "never warned me about this."

"about what?"

"that their fire lord would fall to his knees for a single sigh from his wife." zuko ushered you to perch on the pool's edge, as he dipped his head lower... pushing your thighs apart on the way down...

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Zuko x Wife Reader Zuko asks for another baby

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.

"Why the sudden question?" Iroh asks in return, settling down his cup. "Did something happen between you two? It's normal, you know. To have the occasional argument."

Zuko shakes his head. "No, nothing happened." His face softens, the corners of his mouth lifting up slightly. "Everything's been so great, it all feels like a fantasy sometimes. I just..." He trails off for a moment, hesitant. "Before we met, she was so free and spontaneous. She traveled around without a second thought because no obligations held her down. It remained the same when our relationship started until we got married and..."

"Became the Fire Lady," Iroh finishes, understanding. "You fear that she may be resentful towards you."

The words make Zuko flinch inwardly, his hands curling into fists in his lap.

"I sometimes wonder if I wasn't the Fire Lord," he confesses quietly. "If I refused to take the throne and chose to roam the world with her. If I had been born a regular person who was able to indulge in my whims and then met her." He stares at the deep reds of his robes that lay messily over his knees and finds he despises the colour. "I just...want her to be happy and I fear I'm not making her that."

Iroh doesn't reply at first, his face showcasing deep thought as he looks up at the vibrant leaves. Then he looks back at his nephew and smiles.

"You love her so much that if she asked to be free of you, you'd let her go without a second thought."

Zuko stares at him, wide-eyed and mouth slightly agape.

"How did you—?"

"I'm your uncle, Zuko," Iroh reminds him. "We've also spent over the last decade in each other's pockets. I can read you and you can probably read me."

"Probably?"

"I'm also wiser than you," Iroh teases. "And my poker face is far better than yours."

Zuko scoffs but he's amused, Iroh can tell.

"I know her too, Zuko," Iroh continues. "I know that she would not stay if she were not comfortable or happy. Do you know why?"

Zuko shakes his head.

"Because you've nutured your relationship into something beautiful and trusting. You have not trapped her in a cage like your father did your mother. You let her speak her mind and feel her feelings. You value her opinions and take them to heart, using them in your decisions everyday. You show her that she is the most important person in your life in every little thing that you do. I don't know about you but I think that's a relationship worth staying for."

A moment of silence follows allowing Iroh's words to sink in heavily. Zuko swallows thickly, blinking his eyes suspiciously fast as he clear his throat.

"Y–you really think that—?" He starts slowly but is interrupted by your arrival. You're running into the gardens, robes hitched up so the hem doesn't trip you. You collide into Zuko's back, laughing when you almost topple both of you over.

"Zuko!" You exclaim happily, clinging to him and Iroh watches, fond, as his nephew immediately adjusts himself to hold you in his lap. His arms are firm around your waist and his expression, despite shocked, melts into pure affection.

"My Lady," he says smoothly, playful enough that it has you giggling. "What has you running around this evening? Did something happen?"

You shake your head, grinning. "Nope. I just thought about how I haven't seen you since morning and I missed you." You place a soft kiss against his cheek, rendering him speechless, before turning to Iroh.

"You owe me a rematch in Pai Sho," you declare, eyes glimmering and Iroh laughs, belly deep.

"Bring it out now and we'll see if you've learned enough to almost beat me."

"I'll go get the board." You place another kiss on Zuko's cheek, closer to his lips this time, before running out to grab the board.

"Still think she minds all of this? Still think she resents you?" Iroh asks but he already knows the answer.

The deeply in love smile Zuko gives in your direction is the biggest answer he can get.

He's relieved.

even before he became the fire lord when he was just a travel companion, oh heavens you couldn't handle him.

sure, he was hot-tempered, got some problems with his people skills, and made enemies left and right.

but oh no no no, you're not talking about that. you've long since gotten over that.

well, you guess except for one thing… try taking tempered out of hot-tempered, and you'll get?

hot. of course, he's a fire-bender, it's natural for him to be hot. but not hot HOT, hot HOT!

hot as in when he sleeps on his stomach next to you in your shared bed, his long tresses running along his bare back with an arm circled around your waist. the way his biceps flex whenever he moves to change positions, or to blindly search for you when he notices that his hand wasn't around your waist anymore. the amount of times you've thanked the heavens for moments like this.

orrrr, hot when his top always ends up being burned to a crisp from intense fights with the bad guys, giving you all the glory to ogle over his exposed big biceps.

which is exactly what you are doing right now.

the battle against tagah was over and republic city was left in shambles, people in distraught, and zuko topless. you and katara were in charge of healing the injured meanwhile the others were assisting citizens and rebuilding the city.

"katara, i'm gonna take a short break. i'll be back later!"

you walked around the city searching for your hunk of a boyfriend when you noticed a crowd of ladies squealing loudly and surrounding a man.

wait, that's your man.

"Lord Zuko, are you perhaps single?"

"um, I'm afraid n—"

"I can be your girlfriend!"

"no, choose me!"

you stared at them amused as you walked up closer to the heated crowd. a lady gushed beside you, "oh heavens, his biceps are as big as my head!" oh, you couldn't agree more. you nodded eagerly at her as you both stared at him adoringly.

meanwhile, zuko seemed overwhelmed from the attention of the thirsty ladies as questions bombarded him. he looked like he was ready to excuse himself until his eyes landed on you among the crowd, immediately his gaze softened, before deadpanning at how you were doing nothing at all. he looked at you in a silent plead as you just smiled at him before turning to your right and see aang in the distance.

"oh, is that the avatar?"

and on cue, the ladies turned to the direction you were looking at and immediately started sprinting towards said unsuspecting victim.

zuko let out a sigh of relief as you walked towards him.

"hey, handsome."

he pecked your cheek. "hello, dear."

"so had your fun watching me suffer earlier?" he crossed his arms, his muscles bulging out for your eyes to feast on.

you grinned, "yep." you grabbed his arms and place them around your waist. "i mean...who wouldn't when I see...this." your hand motioned at his bare torso, earning an amused chuckle from him.

"and you're not jealous?" he tilts his head in humor.

you slapped his arm in a feign amused shock. "oh why would I? they can only eye you up from a distance while I get to have all this to myself." you smooshed his cheeks, kissing his puckered lips. "and they don't get to kiss the precious lips of the fire lord." he smiled and swayed your bodies.

"or his forehead" you pecked his forehead.

"or his nose" that earned a snort from him as you kissed and snuggled your nose against his.

"or his eyes" he closed his eyes as you kissed both of them, his hands around your waist pulled you closer to him. "and?"

you grinned. "the rest are reserved for the bed." he rolled his eyes as he kissed you once more.

"you know, if you kiss me one more time, i'll—" he cuts you off, smooshing your cheeks.

"okayy, since you're here now, i've wanted to discuss an upcoming festival held in the fire nation."

"a festival?"

he nodded. "yes, the fire days festival." he continued to explain what the festival was all about as your eyes slowly drifted down to his chest.

"there will be fireworks—"

"mhm.." your eyes travelled to his abs.

"—the dragon dancing is the main event—"

"mhmm.." you hummed in response as your gaze drifts toward his bulging biceps, looking way too delectable to not have a taste.

"—I was thinking if you wanted to— hey, are you even list—"

you took a big bite of his bicep, and he yelped in surprise.

he looked at you blankly for a moment before shaking his head. "we'll talk about it later..."

soon enough, you let go of his bicep and gave it a kiss. "listen...you really can't blame me you know..." your hand rested on his chest. "you.....bother me."

he gave you a weird look. seriously in the public?

his hand rubbed circles on your waist as his other hand took your hand off his chest, bringing it to his lips while staring at you with those deep amber eyes. "and what do you want me to do with that?"

"oh, i don't know...maybe take a quick break somewhere?" you batted your eyelashes, looking all innocent.

he tilts his head. "think you can take up a few rounds?"

you could only smile in response. yep, he definitely isn't for the weak.

author's note: zuko + big biceps is a death combo. dead ass the amount of smut fanfics after the atla leaks is so real. im going FERAL over him, if i were there i'd be biting his biceps 24/7 LOOK HOW HUGE THEY ARE

i was gooning over jason todd until he came, so im gooning over two traumatized men

the heir to fire nation in his grasp. his child. his daughter. perched on his hip. her little arms waving around as zuko gazed.

round cheeked with his eyes and your nose.

her eyes pan over to you, where you stood to the side of your husband.

one hand fisting at the fire lords hair, unintentionally tugging— like babies do— as she looked around. her other hand, patting at his chest. she continued to stare at you, gummy smile appearing. she giggles. then looks to her father.

her smile drops just a little as she stares at dad. zuko glances at you. your eyes catch his.

a beat.

your daughter turns to you. eyes on yours before drifting back to zuko. her head tips.

his eye.

her chubby hand pats it. little fingers fiddling with the skin as she then turns to you again. her attention on the left side of your face before patting her own. assessing.

“I know. s’just me.” zuko says it softly. accepting. unashamed. a difference compared to how he used to think of it when he was younger.

she looks back to her father.

another beat passes.

zuko wants a baby.

he's told you this many times now, but you often brush off the firelord's ask as fleeting desire. perhaps a new fetish - the thought of seeing you knocked up and so evidently claimed by him that any time you'd leave his chambers, people would see you as his, pregnant and swollen with his child.

you didn't take him seriously at all, until he dragged you away from his council room where you'd been seated next to him the whole time, giving him such sweet, pure little looks and rubbing his thigh dangerously close to his cock, all while murmuring praises whenever he proposed a strong idea. such words could've also been used in bed, as you'd been saying things like;

"so good, zuko."

"well done, my prince."

among other words in that sultry voice of yours.

now he has you folded up in his huge bed, pushing your legs wide open as far as they'll go as he pounds his achingly swollen cock into your chubby pussy with the sole goal of pumping you full of his babies.

you cry out and dig your nails into his strong shoulders, wondering what's come into your loving husband. how he's gone from lovemaking to fucking you raw into the mattress, aiming the thick head of his cock straight for your womb and kissing your cervix each time he bottoms out.

"didn't fuck- take me seriously at all." he grunts, watching juices spill out of you as he keeps aiming his long, curved cock straight for your womb, dragging his engorged shaft along your softened sweet spots each time. it makes your toes curl and your nails cut into his flesh as pleasure overwhelms you. "i told you i wanted to get you fuckin' pregnant, and you thought i was joking. what makes you think i'd ever joke about something like that?"

"zuko!" you call his name between garbled moans, your head tipping back into the pillow when he pushes his cock flat into your cervix yet again, slowing his thrusts just enough to hit it gently, not to hurt, but to deliver a fucking message. he tuts at your whining and lets out a soft hiss as you rake your nails down his skin. the pain does not deter him at all, only encouraging to pound your puffy cunt harder.

he grabs handfuls of your tits, squeezing and rubbing his skilled fingers along your budding nipples until they're hard and stout, his tongue licking over his lips hungrily as he imagines how they'll dribble with milk once you're thoroughly bred. he leans down and pushes your breasts together so he can suck both nipples into his mouth at once, tasting the sweetness of your skin and sweat for now and fixating on how much sweeter you'll taste with milk pouring into his mouth.

he plans to fuck your cunt as long as he can while you're pregnant, too.

the new angle has his cock spearing into you impossibly deeper, and as a reaction, your pussy flutters around him, milking his cock greedily and trying to wring the cum straight out of him. one more squeeze of your velvety walls around his dick has his cock swelling up, and with a loud groan into your tits, he spills a hot, thick, heavy load right into your womb, fucking you through it in hopes that this round of cum will surely get you pregnant.

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dark red sheets swallowed you and your husband’s body as you slept together. his arms gently encircled your waist, his face pressed into the crook of your neck as per usual. zuko loved having you close like this—just beneath his fingertips. you were soft enough to squeeze and hug and kiss, grounding him even as he slept. your presence allowed him a peaceful rest, your warm body against his own a sensation he stated he couldn’t live without.

he was so quiet when he was in bed with you, sleeping through the night like a baby. at least, that’s what you had thought.

the small jerk of his fingers against your stomach was enough to make you shift, the tips of his fingers tickling you through your night clothes. he was probably just shifting around as well, getting comfortable.

but then his lips pressed themselves directly against your shoulder, his grip around you suddenly growing tighter.

“zuko…” you whined, voice laced with sleep and discomfort. zuko wasn’t one to act erratic as he slept, generally silent and still…but now it seemed a flip had switched.

“sorry..’m sorry. stop..” he whispered against your skin, but he…he didn’t seem as if he was talking to you. more like to…himself? someone else? his mumbled apologies woke you up, but before you even had a chance to turn around, to look at him—you heard him choke out a sob. it was so sudden—so unusual you couldn’t force yourself to move. zuko? crying? it wasn’t something you could proudly say you saw often—or ever.

“don’t g-go, i’m sorry.” he cried, slow tears rolling down his cheeks and gradually soaking your top. you stilled in pure shock for a moment, blinking as if time had stopped.

“zuko?”

he buried his face completely into your neck at the sound of your voice, letting his tears fall without resistance. he gripped onto you for dear life, the heat radiating from his palms out of emotion warming your skin.

you let him cry for a while after the realization set, allowing him quiet time without interruptions to just…get it all out. something you knew deep down he needed.

after a few minutes his breathing finally slowed, his tears subsiding as he held you in his arms. “i’m..i’m sorry.” this time he was talking to you, kissing your neck in apology.

he finally let you turn around to look at him, his cheeks all blotchy and pink from his own body heat, eyes red from crying. he looked so…vulnerable. never in your life had you seen him like this. a bit broken but still so desperate for your touch.

you cupped his cheek, wiping away a stray tear just below his eye. “what happened..?”

he let himself melt into your palm before shamefully replying, eyes fluttering shut to avoid the look he’d thought you’d give him.

“..it’s embarrassing.”

“zuko, it’s me…what’s wrong?” you murmured, gently pressing a kiss to his scar. he physically winced as if it hurt, knowing the pain had long faded, but something in the moment made him extra sensitive.

“it was just a nightmare..they happen sometimes, but they aren’t this bad. not like today.”

“oh, my baby..” you sighed, immediately pulling him in towards your chest. you buried your hands into his hair and he breathed a sigh of relief, his own hands pressing into your back to bring you impossibly closer in response.

“i didn’t mean to wake you this time—“

“why? why didn’t you tell me before?” you kissed his head, slowly stroking his scalp with your nails.

“i didn’t want to be a burden.” he confessed, running his fingers up and down your spine to soothe himself—and you. “i know how i am…i ..i couldn’t do that to you.”

your poor baby. your precious husband couldn’t even get himself to open up to you about something that effected him so much. it was heartbreaking.

“you can speak to me about anything. always. i love you.” you started, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. “i didn’t write my own vows for you to take them as a joke y’know?”

he finally smiled—even if it was just a tiny quirk of his lips—you made it happen. “no..you didn’t.”

“mhm..” you hummed, leaning in ever so slowly before pressing your lips against his own. he moved his mouth back almost instantly, letting out a small noise of defeat when you pulled away.

“we have to get back to bed, zuko. you won’t get up on time tomorrow..” you chuckled, tucking a sliver of hair behind his ear. he looked so beautiful, so peaceful now.

“you’re right, i won’t…but that’s what my dear wife is for.”

illi’s notez; first time writing for atla don’t bully me ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ i haven’t seen the new movie yet either but these leaks made me sooo excited eheheh :333 zuko is literally younger me’s bf and with this fandom revive i had to get tonwritin ;(( im so hypednfornall the new fics other writes r making too omgogmgogm ok let me stop

adult fire lord zuko x fire lady firebender reader | mdni. | wc: 3,1k

summary: in which the Fire Lady has meetings to attend, and a kingdom to help run, but first she has to track down her missing husband and daughter.

content: adult!fire lord zuko x fire lady!reader, established marriage, domestic fluff, princess izumi, family dynamic, light humor, kissing, druk cameo, gaang mention.

note: no poorfread. hopefully i didn’t accidentally break any avatar lore along the way. based on this request.♡

𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Your schedule had begun before the first bleeding of gold on the horizon. By midday, you had listened to three tiresome petitions, settled a petty dispute between rival merchants, and reviewed the exhaustive plans for the upcoming Festival of Harmony celebrations. You had also sat through an agonizingly circular meeting that, by all rights of efficiency, should have been reduced to a single sheet of parchment.

When you finally settled onto the high dais, you made sure to leave room beside you for your husband out of habit.

an unfortunate situation arises where this happens; you're chatting happily with zuko before being playfully mean, reaching up to tap nose. zuko's smitten, his smile affectionate as he teases you back, causing you to laugh.

all the while, the men around you are watching you in disdain. their looks judging, almost scathing, as you and zuko remain blissfully unaware. a friend of yours catches you attention and you excuse yourself, placing a quick kiss on zuko's cheek before leaving. there's a brief moment of silence that zuko is about to relax into when one of the men clears his throat.

"pardon me, my lord, but don't you think you're too...lenient with your wife?" he asks and zuko blinks, looks behind him, before gesturing to himself.

"are you talking to me?" zuko replies and the man nods. "i don't understand."

another man speaks up. "well, women are supposed to be seen and not heard, right?" he adds. "unless they're in the bedroom moaning like a bitch in heat then that's acceptable."

the men laugh loudly but zuko doesn't join in, the resting fever of his anger spiking.

"we understand she's the fire lady," another man chimes in. "but she should have some decorum around us and her husband. daring to be so playful with him in public. if she was my wife, i would have slapped her."

the reaction zuko has is visceral, his expression darkening like thunderous clouds. steam begins to stream from his nostrils, his temperature raising as his hands curl into fists. to think that they feel comfortable insulting you in front of him, to degrade his wife because she doesn't conform to their ancient and horrid ways.

they're telling him to be less lenient with you, to snip your wings and lock you in a cage because, apparently, you aren't your own person. apparently, they see you as a piece of property that belongs to him and the very thought makes him horribly ill. it makes him want to scream because why on earth would he silence you?

silence your wonderful voice and amazing opinions? take away your spectacular personality and your fearlessness? he fell in love with you because of you were yourself and now these men think they're entitled to tell him how to love you? no, not love you.

control you.

"i see none of your wives are here," zuko says, after cooling the most of his rage. "how come?"

"oh, i'm divorced." the first man says.

"my wife ran away with the stable boy," the second spits out. "heartless bitch, after everything i did for her."

"i'm not married." the third adds.

"ah." zuko smiles humourlessly. "well, forgive my rudeness, but i don't think i'll be taking advice from two men who can't keep a healthy marriage and one who can't even find a spouse."

all three men go still at the insults, noting the sudden change in zuko's tone—it's dangerous.

"talk about my wife in such a way again and i'll personally see that your lives are made less than pleasant." zuko's gaze is deadly, his power imposing as he stands tall above the three of them. "do i make myself clear?"

the men quickly lower their heads, faces blanched in fear as they stutter, "y-yes, fire lord zuko!"

perfect.

zuko looks towards you, his expression softening when you meet his gaze. you beam happily, waving at him and zuko waves back, smiling.

You and Zuko end up having three wedding ceremonies.

The first was very small and very private, the only guests being your closest friends with Aang as the officiant.

The second ceremony happened because Iroh had missed the first one, as he was on a worldwide tea-sipping tour.

The third was held at the palace with a wedding party that ended up becoming a nationwide festival and lasted for twelve hours. By the fourth hour both you and Zuko got so overstimulated that you snuck out of your own party and went on your honeymoon.

you were zuko’s entire world, and it was no doubt that he loved you more than anything, but even you had to admit that he had a very lustful side. at times, especially during particularly cold and quiet evenings, he just couldn’t keep his hands off his wife.

laying in bed next to the firelord, his arms wrapped around your waist as he embraced you from behind. it was a long day for him, spending coutless hours meeting with his advisors and countless discussions on issues with the fire nation colonies. you couldn’t help but soothe your poor husband minutes earlier when he had first entered your bedroom after spending the entire day away from his firelady.

it was, no, seemed innocent at first, aleast until his hands undid your robe and started slowly inching higher and higher up your chest as he caressed the supple skin. you could almost feel the smirk on his face when his palms met your breasts, feeling him poke your ass from underneath the covers.

your nipples peaked embarassingly quickly as you tried to reprimand him.

“zuko.” you scolded him, having to bite back a moan when he pinched both peaks.

his mouth found the side of your neck as he sucked on the skin, only humming a “hmm?” in response.

“please get some rest, you have to leave for a meeting with the earth king first thing tomorrow. it’s already late.” you insisted. “they won’t be pleased if you show up late aga- haah… fuck…”

you moaned as his fingers met your clit through your damp undergarments, your head throwing back as he rubbed circles around the nub.

“what was that, my love?” he sneered, grinding his hips onto yours as he continued to leave marks on your neck.

“z-zuko…” you whimpered, subconciously grinding onto his hand.

“mhm?”

you opened your mouth to tell him to stop only to cut yourself off with a moan when two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, pumping in and out at a brutal pace.

“that’s what i thought.”

as if the sensation of his long digits bullying your pussy wasn’t enough, his other hand rolled your nipple, leaving you at a loss for words. you let out loud needy moans, your hand immediately darting to your mouth to save yourself from the self-induced embarassment.

“shy already? mmm you’re so desperate, huh?” zuko smugly muttered, picking up the pace on his fingers as he grinded harder from behind you.

as you felt your climax approaching, you decided to give up all resistance for the sake of your own pleasure.

“clenching around my fingers so tightly, fuck… now, what was that about my meeting with the earth king, honey?” he grinned.

“i… aahhh… d-don’t know what you’re talking about…”

another papa!dunk mini series(?) mayhaps…

it was a peculiar thing, the way dunk always looked at you.

in the rowdier moments, the children always caught how his gaze drifted to you. the pull was constant and everlasting. dunk could go on for eternity watching you, admiring you, and every little thing you did without blinking. to their little minds—especially the twins—it was a gift.

a gift only their father could possess, because who else deserved to look at their mother that way?

well, it wouldn't hurt to try.

morning settled over the small cottage with a gentle breeze. you were already up, always going toe to toe with egg on who rose first. rafe and arlelle were old enough to shuffle out of their rooms on their own. the twins still needed your soft words and coaxing touch, though. they followed every morning in tandem, enraptured by your presence as you led them to the hearth.

with your back turned enough to conceal their big blue eyes, they took the chance to watch you. no blinking, no movement. no matter how bad one wanted to rub his eye, or the other wanted to shuffle over to grab onto your skirt, they stayed still.

they had toys they could play with. little wooden dragons and knights they could slam into the rug until you asked them to be polite. or, they could explore together, mapping out the home you and dunk had so fiercely built for them and their siblings.

no, they wanted to experience the unwavering love they saw when their father looked at you. he was obvious, and he was hopeless, and it was simply one more reason why you loved him so. dunk didn’t cower when it came to affection. neither would his children.

they were eerily focused until a soft chuckle rumbled from behind them.

“what are you two doing?” dunk stepped closer, his knees planting onto the rug as he scooped the pair into his arms. “little giants, staring at…”

his gaze fell onto you, and the words died as his smile softened. it was comical, a man his size melting at the mere sight of you.

“good morning, m’love,” he muttered, further softening when you turned and came over. you bent down to kiss his nose, although his lips caught your chin before you could pull back.

one of the twins reached out, his chubby fingers catching your sleeve in an attempt to make you stay. the other tilted his head back, now staring at the fool you made of his father.

they tried again at supper and during playtime by the oak tree. when they noticed their father going still, they'd copy. when he dumbly blinked and watched, they tried to do the exact same.

it took a week for you to notice.

you were patching egg's arm when the twins wobbled over, guiding each other over to sit nearby. they were curious about his scrape, you thought, and you smiled at them. sweet little trees, they were.

except every time you glanced over, they were stuck in motion. their gazes were wide and focused, just the way dunk would look at you.

it was cute for the first ten minutes. then it grew to be strange.

"...what's happened?" you asked, unable to hide the caution in your tone. the better question was: what did you do?

the twins didn’t answer.

egg reached over to wave a hand in their faces, but they remained as they were.

“…dunk!” you called out, unsure if you were taken by their cute faces or completely unnerved.

“yeah? yes?!” his voice carried from outside.

“come quick!”

his footsteps were heavy as he came through the opened door. he was feeding the horses and maester, eggs mule, with rafe and arlelle.

“what is it, dove?” he come to you, taking a look at the twins and his squire.

“look at them.”

“hmmm?”

dunk turned to the twins, and finally, they looked away from you. he placed his hands on his hips, unsure of what he was looking for.

“they’re as stiff as boards, ser,” egg spoke up. it earned him a furrowed brow, but no one challenged his claim.

“they’ve been like this for a long time.” you explained with a sigh. “they haven’t moved. they keep staring at egg and i.”

and without fail, one twin turned back to you. the other smiled at dunk, registering your words as truth.

“…they like looking at you,” dunk planted a hand on one of their heads, his own smile tugging across his lips. “you’re a pretty sight.”

while it made your cheeks burn, that wasn’t the explaination you wanted. “that’s not...”

“they like watching their mother, that’s all.”

before you could argue, one of the boys reached for you. he cooed, stretching with all his might until you picked him up into your arms. he nuzzled into you, content in your arms.

dark red sheets swallowed you and your husband’s body as you slept together. his arms gently encircled your waist, his face pressed into the crook of your neck as per usual. zuko loved having you close like this—just beneath his fingertips. you were soft enough to squeeze and hug and kiss, grounding him even as he slept. your presence allowed him a peaceful rest, your warm body against his own a sensation he stated he couldn’t live without.

he was so quiet when he was in bed with you, sleeping through the night like a baby. at least, that’s what you had thought.

the small jerk of his fingers against your stomach was enough to make you shift, the tips of his fingers tickling you through your night clothes. he was probably just shifting around as well, getting comfortable.

but then his lips pressed themselves directly against your shoulder, his grip around you suddenly growing tighter.

“zuko…” you whined, voice laced with sleep and discomfort. zuko wasn’t one to act erratic as he slept, generally silent and still…but now it seemed a flip had switched.

“sorry..’m sorry. stop..” he whispered against your skin, but he…he didn’t seem as if he was talking to you. more like to…himself? someone else? his mumbled apologies woke you up, but before you even had a chance to turn around, to look at him—you heard him choke out a sob. it was so sudden—so unusual you couldn’t force yourself to move. zuko? crying? it wasn’t something you could proudly say you saw often—or ever.

“don’t g-go, i’m sorry.” he cried, slow tears rolling down his cheeks and gradually soaking your top. you stilled in pure shock for a moment, blinking as if time had stopped.

“zuko?”

he buried his face completely into your neck at the sound of your voice, letting his tears fall without resistance. he gripped onto you for dear life, the heat radiating from his palms out of emotion warming your skin.

you let him cry for a while after the realization set, allowing him quiet time without interruptions to just…get it all out. something you knew deep down he needed.

after a few minutes his breathing finally slowed, his tears subsiding as he held you in his arms. “i’m..i’m sorry.” this time he was talking to you, kissing your neck in apology.

he finally let you turn around to look at him, his cheeks all blotchy and pink from his own body heat, eyes red from crying. he looked so…vulnerable. never in your life had you seen him like this. a bit broken but still so desperate for your touch.

you cupped his cheek, wiping away a stray tear just below his eye. “what happened..?”

he let himself melt into your palm before shamefully replying, eyes fluttering shut to avoid the look he’d thought you’d give him.

“..it’s embarrassing.”

“zuko, it’s me…what’s wrong?” you murmured, gently pressing a kiss to his scar. he physically winced as if it hurt, knowing the pain had long faded, but something in the moment made him extra sensitive.

“it was just a nightmare..they happen sometimes, but they aren’t this bad. not like today.”

“oh, my baby..” you sighed, immediately pulling him in towards your chest. you buried your hands into his hair and he breathed a sigh of relief, his own hands pressing into your back to bring you impossibly closer in response.

“i didn’t mean to wake you this time—“

“why? why didn’t you tell me before?” you kissed his head, slowly stroking his scalp with your nails.

“i didn’t want to be a burden.” he confessed, running his fingers up and down your spine to soothe himself—and you. “i know how i am…i ..i couldn’t do that to you.”

your poor baby. your precious husband couldn’t even get himself to open up to you about something that effected him so much. it was heartbreaking.

“you can speak to me about anything. always. i love you.” you started, pulling away slightly to look him in the eye. “i didn’t write my own vows for you to take them as a joke y’know?”

he finally smiled—even if it was just a tiny quirk of his lips—you made it happen. “no..you didn’t.”

“mhm..” you hummed, leaning in ever so slowly before pressing your lips against his own. he moved his mouth back almost instantly, letting out a small noise of defeat when you pulled away.

“we have to get back to bed, zuko. you won’t get up on time tomorrow..” you chuckled, tucking a sliver of hair behind his ear. he looked so beautiful, so peaceful now.

“you’re right, i won’t…but that’s what my dear wife is for.”

illi’s notez; first time writing for atla don’t bully me ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ i haven’t seen the new movie yet either but these leaks made me sooo excited eheheh :333 zuko is literally younger me’s bf and with this fandom revive i had to get tonwritin ;(( im so hypednfornall the new fics other writes r making too omgogmgogm ok let me stop