#(babies)

☼ cw ; fem! reader, fire lord zuko, being late to a meeting because you can’t stop riding zuko, mentions of all the babies you guys have, sokka being sokka. the gaang’s all here (after the sex).

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“Come on Zuko— one more time? Please?” You’re panting, naked, hands braced on Zuko’s sweaty chest as you grind back and forth in his lap.

His breath hitches from the sheets, squeezing your hips. “Seriously? I’m already late. How does it— fuck. Stop that!” Zuko frowns and pinches your ass when you tighten around his cock on purpose.

“How does it look if the Fire Lord can’t stop fucking his wife long enough to attend a simple meeting with the Avatar?” He continues.

Zuko is still half hard inside your pussy, cum trailing down his shaft— filling out thick and hot by the second.

“Then why are you getting hard again?” You tease, dipping down to suck on his throat.

“That— that’s unfair,” he moans. You draw back to look at his face, and his cheeks are flushed such a similar color to his scar it almost blends together entirely.

“And if you really thought this meeting with Aang was important you wouldn’t still be in bed with me.” You place your palm over Zuko’s mouth, grinning at the way his eyes go wide and his cock twitches.

“Now shut up and let me ride my husband one more time.”

When you walk into the fire temple chambers where the meeting is taking place, the entire group is there.

Aang and Katara share a look, laughing at the picture you and Zuko make. Hair mussed and clothes ruffled, a hickey high on Zuko’s throat.

Sokka looks thoroughly annoyed and throws his hands up in exasperation.

“Seriously dude?!” He shouts, jumping from his chair and jabbing a finger at the poorly hidden hickey. “This is why the fire temple is crawling with your offspring!”

Toph snickers, and Zuko doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed.

Under the soft light of the doorway, a mother finds moments to rest while never straying far from the two tiny lives she has brought into the world. Sometimes she watches from above, listening and keeping guard, and other times she curls around them, holding them close against her warmth. In these early days they sleep, stretch, and search for comfort, knowing only the safety of their mother and the small home that shelters them. It is a simple scene, but one filled with devotion, instinct, and the quiet beginning of two new little lives growing under her care.

A/N: I really enjoy reading about baby Yuji. I just couldn’t resist writing one myself! This idea popped into my head out of nowhere. I hope you like it. Your feedback means a lot to me. ♡

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Your little son Yuji was a tiny troublemaker, always exploring everything around him. Ever since he started walking, he couldn’t sit still, and you were always chasing after him.

He loved it.

He enjoyed having his mother’s attention on him. After all, he was only eighteen months old, and you were his safe place.

He loved being in your arms. Without fail, every night he would wake up and wait for you to take him from his crib so he could sleep in your bed, and that was exactly what you did.

Falling asleep with the soft scent of your baby curled against you… it was one of your favorite things in the world—yet, it was undeniably hard, because your sleep was constantly interrupted.

Unfortunately, the one who truly suffered was your husband, Sukuna. The poor man was practically kicked out of his own bed every night. Yuji was constantly pushing him, kicking him, and pouting at him.

I need my mom. Not you.

That’s what it felt like.

Sometimes he'd give up and go to the living room, and other times he would stubbornly try to sleep on the very edge of the bed.

You were having one of those nights again. Yuji was crying at the top of his lungs as if his whole life depended on it. Anyone seeing him would think you had left him alone for hours.

Sukuna groaned, forcing his eyes open.

“Here we go again.”

You were practically on autopilot by now. Without even getting out of bed, you stretched out your arms toward your son in the crib that was practically attached to your bed.

The baby immediately buried his face in your neck, and you gently stroked his back, trying to calm him down.

“It’s okay… I’ve got you…”

Slowly… His sobs faded into soft hiccups.

You glanced at Sukuna, who couldn’t help but comment.

“He pulls the same trick every time.”

Sukuna’s voice was thick with sleep—and annoyance.

"He fakes crying, waits for you to pick him up, then leans on your chest and goes quiet.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Sukuna, he is a baby. Because he’s made a habit of sleeping with us, he panics and cries when he wakes up.”

“And whose fault is that? If you constantly let him sleep in your arms, this is what happens.”

“Then I’m happy to take the blame,” you teased. “I just can’t say no to my baby.”

He let out another long, dramatic sigh.

“Your baby constantly makes your husband sleep on the very edge of the bed or on the couch. Don’t you think about me at all? Don’t you ever say to yourself, ‘My poor husband can’t even sleep in his own bed’?”

You smiled and reached out to stroke his cheek. His bickering with Yuji already amused you.

“Sweetheart, he is still so little. When he grows up a bit more, this will end, trust me.”

“I highly doubt it. That brat has you wrapped around his little finger.”

You laughed softly.

“Don’t call our son that.”

When you noticed him lost in thought for a few seconds, you asked him what was on his mind.

“I think it’s time he gets his own room. If we set up a space for him and you stay by his side for the first few days, he’ll get used to it.”

You frowned, giving him one of those pouty looks he couldn’t resist.

“Sorry, hubby."

You hugged Yuji a little closer.

"But I have no intention of letting my baby sleep in a separate room just yet. How could you even come up with something so cruel for our little son?” You giggled.

He sulked.

“You two are exactly the same. Mother and son, you’re both against me.”

“No, we love daddy so much!"

You kissed Yuji and said, “Right, Yuji?”

His eyes were half-closed, and he hadn’t fully fallen asleep yet. You laid him down between the two of you and lay down next to him. You stroked your son’s hair and reached out to hold your husband’s hand.

“Good night again, my love.”

His fingers curled around yours and wished you a good night. Even though he knew it wouldn’t last long.

About ten minutes later, Yuji started tossing around, noticing the giant man next to him who constantly disturbed his comfort.

The baby let out a restless sound and turned toward you, trying to fall asleep.

When he felt a hand poke his arm purely with the intention of annoying him, he angrily kicked Sukuna in the stomach.

You hissed and shot your husband a look of exasperation.

“You deserved that. You annoy him, and then you complain that he doesn’t let you sleep and kicks you out of bed.”

Sukuna, completely unfazed, smirked.

“Why am I the only one suffering? Let him suffer a little too.”

Yuji’s response did not delay.

“Go!"

You bit back a laugh.

Sukuna scoffed.

"Bossing me around already, huh? You little brat."

And then your playful husband started tickling the poor, sleepy baby. When you heard your initially angry son slowly start to giggle, you knew there would be no such thing as sleep for the three of you tonight.

Happy easter day!