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AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER :

AANG —

his gentle hands — smut, mdni

shaving turned into baby convo — fluff

shaving turned into baby convo, pt. 2 — smut, mdni

+ more to come!

ZUKO —

helping him relax — smut, mdni

+ more to come!

DRABBLES —

yapper!aang — fluff, (light) smut, mdni

+ more to come!

Here you were, laid out on the softness of your bedding, your — well, his — robes riding up your exquisite thighs just enough to reveal the hem of grey boxers beneath — also his.

Aang’s grey eyes darkened a little at the sight. You always looked so beautiful in his clothes, it quite literally drove him crazy.

Without another word, he started undressing, eagerly pulling the shirt-like robe over his head and discarding it somewhere on the wooden floor of your shared bedroom. The light of the setting sun that slipped through the open curtains of your window highlighted his muscles so perfectly that you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You were openly and very shamelessly ogling your fine piece of husband and he absolutely ate it up.

“See something you like?” he asked playfully, sporting that adorable little grin that always appeared before he absolutely destroyed you from the inside out. You swallowed, eyes half-lidded and lingering on the waistband of his pants. A bulge — a rather big one at that — was so prominent that the material covering it looked like it might rip at any moment. With a barely contained grin on your lips, you hooked your fingers into his pants and pulled him forward, his body almost crushing yours had he not caught his weight on his forearms.

“I see something I love very much… my flaming hot husband…” you hummed, fingers caressing his broad shoulders and chest as he hovered over you. A stupid grin stretched across his face, voice hushed as he whispered in your ear.

“Flaming hot? Like… flameo hotman? Hm?”

You rolled your eyes, slapping his shoulder playfully as an exasperated groan left your lips. “Oh, shut up!”

“What? Just asking!”

“Stop asking then, and get to work!

“Alright, alright! Sorry, ma’am.” he mumbled, a roll of his eyes making you pinch his waist. He shrieked, a little laugh leaving his lips before he finally kissed you — deep and sloppy.

You always seem to forget just how quickly this man can go from an absolute sweetheart of a goofball to the most passionate man in the universe — who also happens to have a massive breeding kink. Worshipping your body became his favorite hobby the very moment he first laid his hands on you. More specifically, on your wedding night.

Before the ceremony he remained respectful, showing you love more verbally than physically. Of course, he adored kissing you, holding you close and feeling the warmth of your hand in his larger one, but he stayed true to his culture and remained in celibacy until he married.

That is why as soon as the doors of your bedroom closed after saying your goodbyes to the last of the wedding guests, he let go of any restraint and made love to you as if it was his last day on earth.

To think that it was almost a year ago was astounding. He was still the same Aang, of course, yet somehow… he changed. Like a flipped switch, once he got his fill of you, he was never fully satisfied, taking you at any moment you two were alone.

To be completely honest, you loved it. He always made sure to show you just how loved and desired you are — always took his sweet time with you, greedily slurping on your delicious cunt, kneading your soft breasts, his fingers reaching as deep as they could inside you before dragging the tips against your gummy walls. A day without this intimacy was a day he considered miserable.

Frankly, you could understand him. Because now, as his fingers pulled your underwear off and dragged across your wet cunt, you felt bliss. His touch always undid you in the best way possible. And yet, you felt complete.

“Mmh, baby…” you whimpered, sharp nails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders, “d—don’t tease me, I need you…”

“I know, sweetheart, I know… just gotta make sure you’re ready for me,” he said, pressing a light kiss to your neck in hopes to soothe you at least a little bit.

“I’m always ready for you… j—just fuck me, please baby…” was your very needy response, which only made him smile against your sensitive neck.

“Need me that much? I’m honored…” he hummed, pulling away for a second to take his loose pants off, thick cock already standing at attention and twitching against his stomach, “tell me if it hurts, remember our safe word?”

“Y—Yeah… now get inside, please…”

“Baby… what’s our safe word? Say it.”

“Ugh… papaya! I—It’s papaya! Now can you please fuck me already?” you muttered, clearly impatient as you ground your hips against his.

“There it is… now we’re safe…” he murmured, his lips on your neck again as he finally pressed into you. With a trembling whimper of approval, you welcomed him in, your pussy clenching around his thick cock as soon as he bottomed out.

His hands pressed gently on the newfound bulge on your lower stomach, a groan leaving his lips as he felt himself twitch inside you. The sight of his cock bulging through your belly always left him breathless… and maybe a little feral.

A whiny moan escaped you, as soon one hand of his moved to squeeze your soft breast. His slim fingers rolled and pinched your nipple, your back arching off the bed a little as his tongue quickly started playing with the other. He barely even started and you were already so close.

“You’re close, baby..? I didn’t even move yet, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum so soon…” he hummed, his warm breath tickling your sensitive nipple. Breathing heavily, you raised a trembling hand to slap his shoulder.

“D—Don’t piss me off… j—just shut up and put that baby in me…” you whined, your legs trembling as you wrapped them around his waist. He raised an almost impressed eyebrow at your words, his cock twitching impatiently inside you. He always loved when this feisty side of you came out… especially in bed.

“Mmh… m’sorry, baby, you’re just so cute when you’re all pouty like this… I’ll move now, just don’t look at me like I killed your puppy…”

“Aang, for Spirit’s sake, just stop talking..!”

“Yes, ma’am…”

And with that, he moved. Slowly and carefully, he pulled almost all the way out, his tip brushing your opening, before burying himself back inside. He was in no rush, he wanted you to feel all of him as he put his baby in you.

The bed squeaked in protest with his every move, but that didn’t stop him, not at all. If anything, it made him go faster, his heavy balls slapping your perineum with enough force to redden it.

“Mm, y—yeah, just like that, Aang… I-I’m close, baby…” you whined, moaning breathlessly as he fucked you very thoroughly.

He made sure no place was left untouched, hands moving all over your body until one finally came to rest at the back of your neck. His forehead pressed to yours, eyes shut as he ground into you. He smothered your face in brief kisses as his other hand travelled lower, fingers working your swollen clit in tense circles.

“S—Shit, you’re squeezing me so much, sweetheart… y’gonna cum soon, hm…?” he murmured, his voice muffled as he continued pressing kisses to your face, now focusing on your cheek, temple and jaw. You could only nod eagerly in response to his question, feeling the warmth settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Please, Aang… fill me up, I need you… y—your baby in me…”

“Shh, I know sweetheart… you’re gonna be so beautiful… all swollen with my baby… S-Spirits, I’m gonna cum…”

“C—Cum, Aang, please… let me carry your child…” you moaned, clearly on the very edge. You cupped his face, holding it in place as you looked deep into his eyes. Even though your vision was blurry with bliss, you could still see the love and need he held in his darkened gaze. He pressed his fingers harder against your bundle of nerves, circling it with enough force to finally guide you over the edge.

A broken moan left your lips as you came hard on his dick, your cunt squeezing him so tightly that he couldn’t help but follow immediately after. Your body spasmed with the pleasure as you buried your face in his shoulder, biting down on the flesh to drown out your moans and whimpers.

When he felt you relax and go slack in his arms, he slowly pulled out, watching how your mixed juices spilled out. He frowned at the sight, using his fingers to push them back in, making you whine at the feeling. Once he was finished, he cleaned his fingers with his tongue and laid down on his back, pulling you on top of him. His strong arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you close as he pressed and tender kisses to the crown of your head.

“You did so good, baby… you always take me so well, I love you so much…” he mumbled, burying his face in your neck before sinking back into the softness of his pillow. You smiled blissfully against his chest, your eyes closing as you let yourself relax.

“I love you, too… so, so much…” you hummed, clearly worn out. You couldn’t help but wonder if this one time would be enough for it to take. You definitely wouldn’t mind trying some more.

But take it did.

“How the hell do you have the patience to do this like every three days…?” you ask, a frustrated huff leaving your lips as you ran the sharp razor along his scalp. Aang only chuckled from his seat on a low stool, looking at the reflection of your adorably focused face in the mirror.

“I dunno, just got used to it… it’s not all that bad,” he mused, watching the shaving cream disappear from his head with every careful drag of the sharp razor held tightly in your hand.

“Honestly, can’t you just let your hair grow…? You looked nice… you know, as Kuzon.” you teased, a smug smirk tugging at your lips. His eyes widened, a little surprised sound leaving his lips. He would shake his head if you didn’t have a blade pressed flush against his scalp at the moment.

“You really remember that?” he whined, his large hands flying up to hide his flushed face. With an amused shake of your head, you put the razor down on the sink, admiring your hard work as the Avatar’s barber. With a teasing smile on your lips, you leaned down, your hands resting on his broad, muscular shoulders as your breath ghosted against his ear.

“Of course I do. It may have been like ten years ago, but I could never forget that adorable,” you pinch his cheek, making him chuckle, “smile on your face when you taught the Fire Nation kids how to dance in that musty cave… and I’d say your moves have gotten even better over the time,” you hummed, nuzzling your cheek against his as you looked at the both of you reflected in the mirror. “Gosh, you were such a cute kid…” you added with a dreamy look. He basically beamed at your words, he always was a sucker for your compliments.

“Mm, was I?” he asks, an innocent smile on his face, “I’m sure our kids would be even cuter…” he added, a teasing look in his eye as he pressed a chaste kiss to the side of your neck. You turned your face away from him and rolled your eyes, cheeks flushing as you fought a smile.

“Kids? Like, plural?” you asked, making him smile even brighter than before as he nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Of course! I was thinking at least five,” he hummed, smiling despite the serious lilt of his voice. Your face fell a little as you faced him with disbelief written on your face, the amount clearly shocking you.

“W—Well, I… I knew you were serious about kids, but… five? Do you want me dead?” you chuckled, your beautiful face still sporting a shocked expression.

His eyes widened, an offended and slightly concerned pout on his lips as he turned to face you properly. Never in a thousand years would he want that, you were the love of his life after all!

How could you even think such a thing?

“What? Baby, you know I’d never want that. You’re my forever girl, if something happened to you, I…” he started, trying to get the words out without a crack in his voice. Noticing the state he was in, you wrapped your arms around him, one hand holding his freshly shaved head and the other running soothingly up and down the broad expansion of his back.

“Hey, sweetheart… I was just joking. I’m not going anywhere, not now and not anytime soon, okay?” You hummed, feeling him go almost slack in your arms. Aang nodded slowly, an overdramatic sniffle leaving him as he looked at you with his grey puppy eyes.

“So… you’re not going to die because of my babies? We can have five?” he asked, soft sniffles leaving him every few seconds. He looked absolutely adorable, and even though you knew he was just playing around now, your heart couldn’t handle his big teary eyes and trembling pout. With a sigh, you nodded, observing how his face immediately brightened.

“Yes, but! I demand at least two years of rest after each baby. Let my body heal properly before destroying it all over again, okay?” you said, your voice playfully stern as you held a finger to his face.

“Yes, ma’am! Two years in-between, and I can throw in some additional foot rubs,” he said, voice serious as he suddenly stood up to a mock salute.

Seeing him like this — all serious, yet clearly playful — made you burst out laughing, a single tear running down your cheek. His big, yet awfully gentle hands immediately cupped your face, calloused thumb wiping the tear away. With a bright smile, he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“No tears, my love. Now — let’s go make a baby!” he said, clearly excited as he threw you over his broad shoulder with alarming ease. Your eyes widened, face flushing a deeper red with his every step towards the bedroom.

“N—Now?!”

“Mhm. No take-backsies, beautiful!”

Aang’s hands… the gentle, slightly calloused hands that always held you with utmost reverence and warmth. The ones you loved so much, especially now.

With one hand buried in your hair and the second resting on your cheek, he guided your movements as your tongue worked on his hard cock. Your cheeks hollowed out as his fingers trailed over your face — from temple to jaw — wiping away any tear that escaped your eye.

“Y—Yes, baby… j—just like that…” he whimpered, his head falling back in pleasure before forcing himself to look at you again, all pretty and on your knees for him. He needed to see your beautiful face as you sucked him dry.

Your tongue ran carefully over his swollen tip and he couldn’t help but rut into your mouth, his cock pushing harshly against the walls of your throat. You gagged, choking on his thick length as he pushed further. The sound and feeling of your gags made him pause in concern, his pleasured expression morphing into guilt.

“S—Sweetheart, I… I—I’m so sorry… did I hurt you…?” he asked, his voice soft as he was already moving to pull his throbbing length out of your mouth. Before he could do that, he was quickly stopped by the shake of your head as your lips chased his departing cock. His eyes widened, surprised by your eagerness, but pleased nonetheless.

“Are you sure…? W—We can stop right here if you— a-ahh!” he started, his voice cracking as you forced a whine to leave his perfect lips. You bobbed your head with renewed determination, hollowing your cheeks around his girth.

Jaw slack, eyes stinging with tears and tongue working overtime, you made him cum in less than a minute.

His cock hit the back of your throat as he reached his peak, a ragged moan leaving his lips. You gagged once more, but this time he didn’t pull back. He rut his hips forward as he shot thick strings of semen down your throat, some spilling out with every wet cough.

You made sure to swallow everything you could before pulling away, your lips leaving his slack length with a slimey pop. His hands — tender, loving hands — no longer held your head in place, his fingers now slowly threading through your hair. With a gentle tug, he helped you stand, your legs trembling from kneeling on the hard wood floor.

Before you could even say anything, his tongue ran over your chin, gathering his seed on it and forcing it past your lips. You immediately responded, arms wrapping around his neck, kissing him just as fiercely.

“… are you sure you’re okay? How about I make you some tea, hm?” he hummed, his face pressed into your neck, leaving feather-light kisses along the column of your throat. You chuckled, his lips tickling your skin.

“I’m great, actually… but I guess I could go for some tea,” you replied, smiling up at him and pressing a kiss to his temple. His face lit up and before you knew it, he was already on his way to the kitchen. With a shake of your head and a smile tugging on your lips, you followed after him, your bare feet patting softly against the wooden floor.

“Just relax, honey…” you said, teasing him as you dragged your sharp nails across his muscled chest and tense abdomen. “I’ll show you just how well I can take care of you…”

Zuko’s head fell back against the silk pillows as you ground against him, your wet pussy dragging carefully across his throbbing length. You made sure he felt everything, your usually tender hand now covering his eyes. Desperate groans and gasps left his lips as you moved your hips, grinding against his very hard cock.

“C—Come on, sweetheart… please…” he hissed, his strong hands squeezing your hips. He didn’t even try to fight it — if anything, he just guided your movements, pressing you down harder against him. You bit your lip as you lowered your face closer to his, your tits squished against his warm chest.

“Hm, what’s that? You’re gonna cum just from this? I thought you were better than that, Fire Lord Zuko…” you mused in his ear, a chuckle leaving you involuntarily as you trailed your lips down his exposed throat. His only response was a pathetic whine, making you sigh in defeat.

You could never say no to him, could you?

You pushed yourself up, one hand resting on his rock-hard stomach as the other left his eyes and guided his cock to your entrance. With a loud, squelching sound, you lowered yourself onto his thick length — taking him in all at once. The moan-like groan that escaped his lips was definitely heard outside the royal chambers.

Bless the soldier who stood guard by the door.

After giving both him and yourself a second to adjust, you moved, moans and whimpers filling the otherwise quiet space.

You pushed yourself up — his tip almost slipping out of your wet heat — only to drop back down, your ass slapping against his thighs. His strong hands quickly found your hips, helping you rise and fall on his throbbing cock.

You could tell he was close — his eyes were squeezed shut and his hold on your hips quickly became almost bruising — and being the loving woman you were, you decided to help him reach his peak. A smug smile tugged on your lips as you licked a path up his chest, taking a nipple in your mouth and swirling your tongue around the hardened bud.

That seemed to do the trick, his cock pulsing deep inside you, before coating your velvety walls with his thick cum. The groan he gave was almost beastly, his hands shaking as they dropped from your hips.

“S—Spirits, I… t—that was…” he breathed, his brain failing to work properly as he finally opened his eyes and just looked. He thought that you — sat on top of him like that — were the most beautiful sight in the world.

“Mm, I know, sweetheart… I know…” you said, pressing a kiss to his damp forehead, your fingers threading through his slick hair.

“So… one more?”

“… yeah. One more.”

so uhm… surprise? debut post? i’m actually a little scared to post this, but oh well… i really hope you guys enjoy it, and if you do, please let me know! also, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes! 🙇‍♀️