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English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors in the text.

Pairing: Alpha!Azula x Omega!Fem!Reader (Wife / Queen) Setting: Eight years after the Fire Nation's total victory. Azula is now the Fire Lord. The entire world is under the Fire Nation's rule. You, a former member of the Avatar's group, are her official wife. Summary: It turns out you are now pregnant by none other than Azula, your wife. How is she behaving during this time? Disclaimer: It is assumed that the baby will be a girl based on the genetic factor that, if two women were capable of having a baby using their chromosomes, the child would inevitably be a girl.

Warnings:

Explicit sexual content / Smut (18+)

Omegaverse AU (Alpha Azula / Omega Reader, knotting, scenting, marking, heat/rut mentions)

Pregnancy kink / Breeding kink

Possessive & obsessive behavior

Power imbalance (historical captivity background + Alpha/Omega dynamics)

Rough sex / Dominant dirty talk

Mild biting

Mentions of past trauma (Azula’s relationship with her mother, its short)

Public-ish sex (council chamber, map table)

Emotional vulnerability + fluff mixed with smut kinda

Two months had passed since the night you both decided to try.

Two months since Azula, with that unique mix of arrogance and devotion only she possessed, had fucked you for entire days every time your heat approached, filling you again and again until her knot kept you locked to her for long stretches of time. The scent of her rut had mixed so deeply with yours that you could still feel it clinging to the sheets.

Now your belly already showed a soft but unmistakable curve. The heir of the Fire Nation was growing inside you.

In the early months came the nausea… and with it, Azula’s obsessive protection. Confirmation soon arrived from the royal healers. It was official, you were pregnant.

Your symptoms were brutal, some mornings Azula cancelled her first meetings just to stay with you. One particular day she found you bent over a basin, body trembling. And without a word she knelt beside you, gathered your hair with one hand and rubbed your back with the other. For her there was a strange kind of completeness in seeing you so vulnerable because of her, so fragile that her fierce, instinctive need to protect surged to the surface. No matter the situation, to her you were divine.

“Breathe, love,” she murmured, her voice low and surprisingly soft. “Our little one is giving you trouble already. I’m afraid she’s going to be strong.”

There was clear pride in her tone. Once the nausea passed, she lifted you into her arms as if you weighed nothing and carried you back to bed. She tucked you in, arranged pillows carefully for your comfort, then lay down beside you, one large hand resting possessively over your still-flat stomach.

“You’re not moving from here without me,” she ordered, though her thumb traced gentle circles. “No long walks. No training. The servants will bring you whatever you want right here, understood?”

She was becoming unbearable in the most affectionate way someone like her could manage.

You turned to look at her and rested your head on her chest.

“I think you’re just going to drive me crazy with all this care.”

“Good,” she answered, kissing your forehead. “Seems only fair. You’ve been driving me crazy since the day I met you.”

Her scent wrapped around you, soothing the last of the nausea. For the first time in a long while, Azula allowed herself to fall asleep holding you, protecting both you and the small life growing inside with her own body.

Still, nothing could have prepared you for what was coming months later.

The fifth month of pregnancy arrived, and with it your Lady’s obsession overflowed. Your belly was now noticeable, a soft but unmistakable curve beneath your red-and-gold robes.

Azula couldn’t look away. You drove her mad. It was as if every day her pup was making you more beautiful.

During a council meeting you sat beside her as always. Once you settled, your hand unconsciously went to stroke the curve of your stomach. Azula lost the thread of what she was saying, and her golden eyes darkened. The moment the generals left, she lifted you from the chair and set you on the map table as gently as her inner fire would allow.

“Sometimes I think you do it on purpose…” she growled, kneeling between your spread legs.

“I find it very bold of you to say that, considering you were the one who behaved like a wild dog for over a month,” you teased. Sometimes she was so desperate it was almost entertaining.

You watched her brow furrow. For a second you almost thought she was genuinely offended, until she wasn’t. Her hands pushed your robe up and she kissed your exposed belly with reverence, then with hunger. Her tongue traced the line beneath your navel while she inhaled your new scent deeply: sweet, fertile, heavy with maternity.

“This is driving me insane,” she confessed against your skin. “Seeing you like this… knowing it’s my daughter you’re carrying… makes me so fucking hot I can barely concentrate on ruling.”

“You don’t have to say it. I think it’s pretty obvious.”

Your comment left her stunned for a few moments. Had the pregnancy made you even more mouthy? Without warning or permission her eyes roamed over your body...fuller breasts, round and taut belly, wider hips, making her swallow hard.

Her strong hands slid up your thighs, spreading them even wider on the map table. Your robe was pushed completely up around your waist, leaving you bare before her. Azula inhaled deeply again, as if your scent were a drug, then pressed her mouth to the center of your pleasure without warning.

A choked moan escaped your lips as her hot, skilled tongue dragged over you from bottom to top, slow and deliberate. This wasn’t the impatient Azula of the first months. This time she savored every drop, every reaction, as if she were worshipping an altar.

“So sweet…” she murmured against your sensitive flesh, the vibration of her voice sending shivers down your spine. “You’re wetter than ever. Is it because of me… or because you’re carrying my child?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Two of her fingers slid into you easily, curling exactly where she knew it drove you wild, while her mouth closed around your clit and sucked hard. Your hands flew to her dark hair, tugging, but Azula only growled in approval and sped up.

“Azula…” you gasped, hips moving instinctively against her face.

She pulled back for only a second, lips glistening with your slick, and looked up at you with eyes completely black with desire.

“Say it again. My name. I want to hear how it sounds while I fuck you with my mouth.”

She returned to the assault without mercy. Tongue, lips, and fingers moving in perfect rhythm. Your rounded belly rose and fell with every shaky breath. Azula kept one hand splayed over your stomach, stroking it with reverence even as she devoured you.

When you felt the orgasm approaching dangerously, she stopped. She rose with feline grace, stripped off her imperial robe in one swift motion, and stood completely naked before you. Her cock was hard, thick and flushed, the tip already leaking. The knot at the base pulsed visibly.

She took your hips carefully and pulled you to the edge of the table.

“This time I want to watch you while I fill you,” she growled, lining herself up at your entrance since you had a habit of covering yourself. “Which means you won't cover yourself when I fuck you.”

She thrust in with one deep push, stealing your breath. Both of you moaned in unison. You were so slick and hot that she took you without resistance, yet she was still thick, stretching you deliciously.

“Fuck…” Azula hissed, staying still for a moment to savor the feeling. “So tight… already so full of me, inside and out.”

She began to move. Deep, controlled thrusts that grew stronger with every stroke. One of her hands stayed on your belly the entire time, caressing it, squeezing gently, as if she needed to remind herself that this curve was her work. The other hand rose to one of your swollen breasts, pinching the sensitive nipple.

“Look at you…” she whispered, voice broken, never stopping her thrusts. “So beautiful, carrying my heir and still begging for my cock like the perfect mama you are.”

She sped up, the wet sound of skin against skin filled the council chamber. Your back arched over the table, moans growing louder with every breath.

“Azula… please… more…”

“More, huh?” she teased, though her voice sounded as desperate as yours. "Do you want my knot already? Do you want me to lock myself to you while everyone is asleep? you’d wake them all up if you keep making that much noise. But that’s surely what you want, right? You’ve already shown me just how filthy you are."

You nodded frantically. Azula leaned over you, shielding your belly with her body, and bit down on your claiming mark on your neck as her knot began to swell inside you. The thrusts turned short and deep, pressing that growing knot harder against your inner walls.

“Tell me you like it,” she demanded, voice raw. “Tell me you like being like this for me.”

“Fuck, I love it…” you gasped, nails digging into her skin. “I love that she’s yours… and I love the way you stare at me like you want to breed me all over again.”

When her knot finally locked fully, swelling to its limit and sealing you to her, Azula roared your name and came hard, flooding you with thick, hot pulses. Your orgasm crashed through you at the same time, clenching around her knot in intense spasms as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

For long minutes the only sounds were your ragged breathing. Azula pressed her forehead to yours, one hand never leaving your belly, the other holding you possessively.

“I’m never going to get enough of this,” she whispered against your lips, still deeply locked inside you. “Seeing you like this… round, mine, i’m going to want you pregnant forever, love.”

She kissed you slowly, almost tenderly, while her knot continued to pulse inside you, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly, softer than usual. “The little one…?”

“We’re perfect,” you answered, smiling tiredly and running your fingers through her hair. “Both of us.”

“I love you,” she whispered against your hair, so low the night nearly swallowed it. “You… and her. I’m not going to fail you. I won’t be like my mother. I’ll protect you both with everything I am.”

You turned slightly and kissed her jaw.

“I know, and you have nothing to worry about, I’m sure you’ll be an amazing mother. And even if not, I’m here to help you become one.”

Azula smiled against your skin, possessive and vulnerable at the same time.

“When she’s born… we’re going to give her a sister. And another after that. I want to see you like this always, round, mine, carrying our-”

“Oh my God, shut up.”

“Hey! that’s not what you said minutes ago”

You used to make fun of her a lot for how sappy she gets after being intimate, and also for the silly things she says, like right now. So you just close your eyes, wrapped in her scent and heat, regulating your breathing while Azula regains her strength to carry you back to the bedroom.

The future of the world was secured.

And for the first time, so was your home.

Azula smiled against your neck, biting softly.

“Rest. This is only the beginning of the fifth month… but I plan to enjoy you like this until the very last day.”

“I think we’d better stop soon, you’ll have time to make another one once this one is born.”

And with that, you ignored her pleas for more for the rest of the night.

permission to disappear until the end of the term plsplspls

English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors in the text.

Pairing: Alpha!Azula x Omega!Fem!Reader (Wife / Queen)

Setting: Eight years after the Fire Nation's total victory. Azula is now the Fire Lord. The entire world is under the Fire Nation's rule. You, a former member of the Avatar's group, are her official wife.

⋆ Summary: Now, as adults, with Azula ruling the world, the desire to start a family arises.

Azula was now the Fire Lord, crowned after Aang's death. The throne belonged to her by right of blood and conquest. And you… you were no longer just her prisoner. You were her wife. Her Omega. Her Queen.

The bond that united you was public and official. What had begun as a morbid obsession, brutal possession, and nights of tears and forced pleasure had transformed—over time—into something much deeper and more complex. Azula had marked you as hers in every way imaginable. And you, though still bearing the scars of war, had learned to love the woman who had both broken you and rebuilt you.

That afternoon, you were strolling together through the outer gardens of the upper palace, near the noble village surrounding the capital. Azula rarely allowed such “informal” outings, but she had noticed you were more restless, quieter lately, and she wanted to indulge you.

Soon, your eyes fell upon a group of children playing near a fountain. A little girl, no more than four years old, ran with a harmless blue flame in the palm of her hand, laughing as her mother watched her with pride. Another baby slept peacefully in her father’s arms, wrapped in red and gold fabrics.

You stopped. Your gaze softened in a way Azula knew all too well. Your scent changed subtly—sweet, warm, yearning—that Omega scent that always betrayed you.

"They're… so small," you murmured, almost to yourself. "Look at that little girl. She's probably as mischievous as you once were." You scoffed, watching the kid use her skills to scare away some children.

Azula remained silent beside you, watching you intently. She said nothing then, but she etched everything into her mind.

That same night, in the royal chambers, the atmosphere was different.

Candles lit the room. And your wife was leaning against the headboard, still in her red and gold ruler's robes, while you brushed your hair in front of the mirror. You could feel her gaze fixed on the back of your neck, on the bite mark there—her mark.

"Come here," she ordered gently.

You approached and sat on the edge of the bed. Azula took your wrist and pulled you between her legs, your back against her chest. Her arms encircled you with that characteristic possessiveness, but today, there was something more. Her fingers traced slow circles over your belly.

"I saw you today," she whispered against your ear, her voice low and husky. "You were looking at those pups with a mother's eyes. Even your scent changed; you wanted one, didn't you?"

There was no point in lying to her. It had never done you any good.

"Yes…" you admitted softly. "I've been thinking about it for months. I know you're a ruler now, and that an heir would strengthen your reign, but… it's not just for that reason, Azula. I want to have a child with you. I want to see a part of us grow. I want… to be a mother. With you."

Azula remained silent for a long time. Her nose buried itself in your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as if she needed to calm herself. She sensed your longing, which soon spread to her as well.

"I am an Alpha," she said finally. "I can give you a child. Several, if you wish. My bloodline is strong. But…"

Her voice cracked slightly. Only someone who knew her so well could witness something like this. Just like you.

“What if I happen to be like my mother?” she confessed in a whisper that almost seemed to hurt her. “Ursa always preferred Zuko. She looked at me like I was… defective. Cold. Too cruel. What if I do the same? What if I look at our child and only see a tool for the throne? Or worse… what if I can’t love them the way a mother is supposed to?”

You felt her body tense behind you. Azula, the woman who had conquered kingdoms, was afraid of something she couldn’t control with fire or strategy.

You turned in her arms to face her. Cupping her face in your hands, just to see those golden eyes that had once terrified you and that you now loved madly.

“But you’re not your mother,” you said firmly. “I’ve seen you change. I’ve seen how you look at me when you think I’m asleep, how you soften your voice when we’re alone, and how you protect me even from your own temper."

You stroked her cheeks with your thumbs.

"You're tough, you're possessive, and even cruel when necessary… but you're also capable of love. You've shown me that every day since you accepted that you didn't just want me as a trophy. Our son or daughter will have a mother who will protect them with lightning bolts if needed. A mother who won't allow anyone to humiliate them, and I'll be there to remind you, when you forget, that you can be gentle. Because you already are with me."

Azula closed her eyes and rested her forehead against yours. Her strong scent enveloped you completely.

"I want a daughter," she finally admitted, almost embarrassed. "A girl with your strength and my spark. I want to see her grow up by your side... and for her to never doubt that she's wanted."

You smiled, the moment became emotional, and it was a delight for you to see Azula opening up to you like this. You took her hands in yours.

"So... are we deciding?"

Instead of a conventional answer, Azula kissed you. It wasn't the wild, dominant kiss she usually gave you. It was slow, deep, almost reverent.

"Not tonight," she murmured against your lips. "I want you to be absolutely sure. But yes... I want to give you an heir, I want us to have a family."

Her hands moved down to your belly again, possessive.

"And when the time comes… I'm going to enjoy you immensely while I fill you," she added with that arrogant smile you loved so much, though her eyes remained vulnerable. "Until there's no doubt who you belong to."

You laughed softly and kissed her again.

"I think you decided that from the very first moment."

"That you're mine? you always will be," she promised, holding you tightly. "You, me… and the little princess we're going to bring into the world."

For the first time in a long time, the future wasn't just about reign and power.

Pairing: Firelord!Azula x Fem!Reader

Setting: Fire Nation Royal Palace, Capital City. AU! five years after Avatar Aang's final defeat and the Fire Nation's total victory. The world is under the control of Ozai and the Fire Nation.

Summary: Five years ago, you were part of Team Avatar and witnessed the fall and death of all your friends. Instead of killing you, Azula claimed you as her personal prisoner. What began as a morbid obsession during the war became absolute possession. Now you live in the palace as her secret trophy, her personal "queen," even though Ozai disapproves the relationship. Despite your constant rebellion and the abuse of power, you have gradually begun to crave the nights when Azula unleashes all her cruelty, frustration, and lust upon you. She knows this and enjoys it immensely.

English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are any grammatical errors in the text.

Warnings:

+18

Obsessive and possessive behavior

Mentions of past character deaths and war trauma

Explicit smut (18+), vulgar language and dirty talk

Rough sex?? teasing, edging

Psychological manipulation, humiliation, degradation

The Avatar was defeated five years ago.

The world had descended into chaos under the absolute rule of the Fire Nation. The remaining nations were subjugated, their cultures crushed, and their leaders executed or turned into puppets. The war was over… and the Fire Nation had won.

On the other hand, you suffered a fate worse than death.

You were once part of the Team Avatar, fighting alongside Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Toph. You watched each of them fall. One after another. Forced to witness their deaths, powerless, and broken. When it was all over, the fire nation didn't kill you. Azula wouldn't allow it.

From the first time you crossed her path during the missions against the Avatar, you became her obsession. You, the stubborn warrior who dared to challenge her time and again, who stood up to her even when all seemed lost. That obsession grew into something sick and possessive. Now you are her personal prisoner, her most prized trophy… and, secretly, her queen.

Though Ozai never approved, Azula had her way. She brought you to the royal palace, kept you close, dressed you in black and red silks, and claimed you as her own. To someone as evil, calculating, and power-obsessed as she was—someone who always avoided any kind of emotional attachment—you represented something entirely new. Dangerous. Addictive.

Being anything but docile.

Not even after the punishments, the abuses of power, and the humiliations. You fought tooth and nail, insulted her, defied her, and returned every contemptuous glance. Yet, as time passed, something shifted within you. To your own shame and misfortune, you began to crave her moments of intimacy. That brutal mix of pain and pleasure that only Azula could give you became impossible to ignore.

She knows it.

And she enjoys reminding you of it every night.

The imperial chamber was enveloped in the reddish gloom of the embers still smoldering in the brazier. The Fire Nation castle slept, but Azula did not. You lay on your side of the enormous bed, wearing the light black silk robe she insisted you wear every night. Because to her, you were no ordinary prisoner; you were hers. Her trophy, her obsession, her secret queen whom no one else could touch.

Azula approached from your side without asking permission, as always. Her warm body pressed against yours from behind, a hand slowly and possessively sliding down your hip to your waist. You felt her hot breath against the back of your neck.

“Another report came in today,” she murmured against your skin, her voice low and dangerous, laced with the cruel mockery she so enjoyed. “It seems my ‘queen’ is still having trouble remembering her place. Do you still think you can defy me, my dear?”

Her fingers dug hard into your flesh, a constant reminder. The day had been awful for her: incompetent generals, news of resistance in the colonies, and the ever-present shadow of her father. And you… you were always the perfect target for her venting.

She roughly turned you toward her, pinning you to the mattress with her weight. Her golden eyes shone with that mixture of fury, desire, and something darker. Azula looked down at you, her loose hair falling like a black and red curtain around her face.

“Every time you complained, every hateful look, every time you tried to escape… I remember it all,” she whispered before biting your lower lip hard, almost drawing blood. Then she slowly licked the area. “And tonight you’re going to pay for every single one.”

Like always.

Her hands mercilessly traveled down your body, roughly squeezing your breasts through the silk before tearing it open with a clean pull, leaving your skin exposed. It wasn’t soft. She never was when she was like this. Her nails lightly scratched your ribs as her mouth descended to your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks you'd be wearing tomorrow.

"You beg so sweetly when I have you like this…" she teased, her hot breath against your nipple before capturing it between her teeth and tugging. Her free hand slid between your legs, barely grazing where you needed it most, only to pull away as you felt your body react. "Are you wet yet? How pathetic. After everything I've done to you, you're still melting for me like a slut."

She kept you on the edge for long minutes. Every time your hips lifted, seeking more friction, then stopped, smiling with that cruel arrogance that was so characteristic of her.

"Look at you… begging without words. Where did that stubbornness go? Where's the warrior who accompanied the Avatar?" Her fingers thrust into you suddenly, two at once, curving with brutal precision as her thumb pressed against your clit in slow, tortuous circles. "Now you're mine. My prisoner. My personal whore when I want to get my revenge."

She quickened the pace only to slow it again when you felt close, chuckling softly against your ear whenever you moaned or begged.

"Don't even think about coming."

"Not yet. Not today. You're going to suffer the same way I suffered because of your damned rebellions."

Azula settled herself more comfortably between your open legs, lowering her head. Her tongue replaced her fingers with long, cruel strokes, savoring you as if you were a prize she could deny at any moment. Each time your thighs trembled and tightened around her head, she pulled away, blowing warm air on your sensitive flesh and looking at you with those eyes gleaming with sadism.

"Tell me how much you hate me…" she demanded, thrusting three fingers in at once and curling them mercilessly against that spot that made you see stars. "Tell me while I fuck you with my hand. I want to hear it."

Her movements were precise, dominant, vengeful. She wouldn't give you easy relief tonight. She wanted to see you break, beg, cry out in frustration and pleasure… and then, just maybe, she would let you come while reminding you exactly who was in charge here.

"Are you going to behave from now on, my queen?" she asked huskily, accelerating again only to stop at the worst possible moment. "Or will I have to remind you every night like this?"

I'm begging for more college AUs with her! 👹