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Dear Almighty Dilf Lord

Have you considered Hakoda visiting Poppy, since she's all alone in Gaoling and totally husbandless? I'm sure he'd adore her big, soft boobs 😂

Sunny Mommy Milker

Oh my gosh 🤣🤣🤣 honestly, I’m glad you’re approaching this blog with the humor and absurdity it deserves. The tone here should be like 40% spicy, 60% comedy tbh 😝

If Poppy truly is as husbandless as you say, I’m sure that something could happen between these two. 😏

Maybe Poppy just so happens to be bathing outside and completely forgets that Chief DILF is coming to visit her to discuss trade and other boring stuff, and when he arrives, her shock is totally genuine because she definitely didn’t intend for him to see her naked, and when she goes for a towel, she certainly doesn’t mean to stumble into him and press her boobs up again his chest.

Hakoda, being both a gentleman and a leader who understands the importance of reciprocal trade, is more than happy to give Poppy a sampling of Grade-A Water Tribe Meat in exchange for a taste of some sweet Earth Kingdon cake. He doesn’t get a chance to talk much trade with her, mostly because his mouth is a little busy working on those ‘big, soft boobs.’ 😉

Thank you for the ask, Sunny Mommy Miller! I appreciate your imagination and sense of humor! 😜

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Can't help but think Kyakoda is the kind of couple that in a modern AU would unironically join a nudist colony. Just let it all hang out there in a super chill and happy way, ya know? Anyway curious your thoughts.

Thank you for the ask, anon! 😝 Tbh you had me cracking up at first but the more I thought about this, the more I could actually see where you’re coming from. 🧐

Both in-universe and in modern AUs, I tend to think of Kyakoda as being childhood sweethearts—or very platonic childhood friends who gradually start pining for each other until the tension explodes like a powder keg. They grow up in a tiny town, get married right out of high school maybe because they have a little ‘happy accident,’ i.e. Sokka, and hectically juggle work, college, and family through their twenties and early-to-mid thirties. Stressful and demanding? Definitely. But it’s also the kind of simple, wholesome life that they both really want with each other—and it’s sublimely rewarding.

Regardless, Kyakoda find themselves as empty-nesters before they’re forty. And while helping Katara settle in for her first year of college (Sokka is already a sophomore), they start thinking…now what?? ☹️ Wtf are we supposed to do without our babies? Are we officially old and useless? But after spending some time walking around campus and remembering what it’s like to have that kind of radical freedom during which Kya gets invited to six different frat parties and Hakoda is swarmed by an entire sorority, they realize that they’ve still got a lot going for them. 😎

On the way home, they make a list of all the things they want to do and all the places they want to see. There’s no real reason for them to live permanently at the South Pole anymore (or maybe Alaska in a real-world modern AU), so they decide to go for a change of climate and a change of pace…

As Kyakoda soon learns, Sun’s Out Buns Out Naturalist Community on Ember Island is both of those things. It’s surprisingly chill and casual, and they find that sliding into the whole go-with-the-flow atmosphere comes easily to them. The rules are helpful and not very difficult to follow, all things considered—although at first, they do get chastised for not-so-sneakily checking each other out. Kya tries to argue that she should be able to ogle a handsome beefcake so long as said beefcake is her husband, but the community charter says otherwise. Generally, though, they fit in just fine. The freedom—physical and otherwise—is a breath of fresh air, and their pre-nudist-colony jobs (Kya as a nurse, Hakoda as a contractor) lend themselves well to the practical work they do around the ‘naturalist community.’

But most of the time, they’re just hanging loose and enjoying life. 😉 In the mornings, Kya lays a towel out on the sand and reads, buns bare under the sun, while Hakoda lies beside her and whittles Cool Water Tribe Stuff (TM) out of pieces of driftwood. Some evenings, Kya attends a thrice-weekly beachside yoga class to keep herself in shape, and on the off-nights she joins Hakoda on a run, then ‘supervises’ his nightly workout (usually by sitting on his back while he does pushups and getting herself bench-pressed and deadlifted in place of his barbell and weights).

Sun’s Out Buns Out isn’t a destination for swingers, but Kyakoda still makes friends and attends little parties, just letting everything hang free all the time. They answer their door and tend their garden and talk with neighbors about the weather, content with being free and open. Sometimes they miss the snow back home, but when it’s drizzling, they like to head outside and walk along the beach, letting the water run over their skin—and if no one’s looking, they’ll hide under a palm tree and completely break the community’s very strict ‘no PDA’ rule. 😏

I really appreciate you introducing me to nudist!Kyakoda, anon!! 😄😆 And I loved answering this ask—you’re welcome in my inbox anytime! ☺️ Thanks again!!!

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How did Hakoda and Kya discover their mommy/daddy kinks?

-Bazongas Fan

Ah, Bazongas Fan—I can tell that you and I are already going to be very good friends. 😂

Thank you for another ask that is honestly making me think! 🤔 Think in a good way? Maybe…maybe not. 😅 But you’re still making me think!

Enjoy this ficlet chronicling how a couple of grown adults accidentally discovered the daddy kink!

“Something wrong, sweetie?”

Hakoda didn’t need his wife to tell him as much. The fact that she’d been home from the clinic for a full forty-five minutes without taking off her heels was evidence enough that something was bothering her.

“No, I don’t think so. Well…ummmm…maybe? Actually…yes. There’s definitely something wrong.”

“Did another patient ask you to measure their dick?”

“Oh no! Not that, thank Tui…it’s not work related at all, actually.” Kya sat beside him on the couch and wrapped her arms around her middle. “It’s about Sokka…and Suki. When they were visiting last week, I was passing by the laundry room, and I, uh…I overheard them…”

Letting his newspaper droop closed, Hakoda tossed it onto the ottoman and gave her his full attention. But his wife just kept chewing on her bottom lip, her brow furrowed as she tried to decide how best to continue. “So…you overheard them playing Pai Sho? Eating seal jerky? Having a tickle fight?”

“You know what I’m talking about, mister!” Kya spat, jabbing his chest with her finger. “Don’t tease me! I didn’t mean to hear any of it! But I did, and…”

Hakoda raised an eyebrow and clasped his hands on his knee. “Spare me the details. Actually, spare me everything, if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to describe it to you,” Kya groaned, rolling her eyes, “There was just this thing that Suki said…something that I didn’t expect a girl with, you know, two mothers to say.”

Hakoda grimaced. He wasn’t sure what Kyoshi and Rangi could possibly have to do with this, but he didn’t want to know—for his sake and theirs. “This conversation just became a lot more confusing…and, frankly, a lot more uncomfortable. Honestly, it might be best if we decide to forget about—”

“She was calling him ‘Daddy.’”

“Oh. Wow. Okay.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s weird.”

“I know.”

“Sokka isn’t her dad.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why it’s weird.”

“Suki even doesn’t have a dad.”

“Glad we’re on the same page, sweetie.”

Squinting across the room at nothing in particular, Hakoda tried very hard to think about why a talented college athlete would refer to her classmate-turned-tutor-turned-boyfriend-turned-fiancé as ‘Daddy’ during sex—and he tried to do so without imagining it happening.

“Do you think she as some sort of…disorder?”

“Koda, I don’t know—weird things that people call each other in bed isn’t exactly my specialty.”

“Did you try to WanShiTong it?”

“Not yet—but if I’m going to search for something like that, I’m using your phone!”

“Alright, go ahead,” he grumbled, fishing his phone out of his pocket and typing in the passcode: 3-4-5-3.

Handing it over to Kya, he watched her open his browser app, but quickly looked away when she began to type into the search bar. His morbid curiosity was growing by the second, though, and he couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of his eye.

“Spirits,” she murmured, tapping, swiping, and scrolling, “That’s…kinky.” Kya read with wide eyes, the screen lighting up her face.

“Is it the kind of kinky that requires therapy?”

“Uhhhh…no…I don’t think so. It seems like a—oh, here’s a definition: ‘Daddy — a name referring to a male sexual partner, usually one taking a dominant role during intercourse.’ And here it is used in a sentence: ‘Spank me, Daddy. I’ve been a bad girl.’”

As Hakoda listened to his wife read, all he could think about was her down on all fours—head low and ass raised—looking over her shoulder at him as she said those exact same words.

“That’s…interesting…” he rasped.

“Sure is. To be perfectly honest…I kinda like it...” Kya tossed aside the phone and turned to look at him, her eyes hooded and lips curving into a smile. “…and I think that term could have very wide application. A mother-of-two in her late thirties might refer to her handsome, hunky husband as Daddy when she’s feeling particularly needy. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I do.” Hakoda pulled his wife onto his lap, giving her tush a brazen squeeze. “But only so long as the handsome, hunky husband and the mother-of-two agree to forget where they heard it in the first place.”

“I’ve already forgotten,” Kya murmured, rolling her hips against the stiffness in his jeans, “Although…you might be interested to know that WanShiTong said there’s a counterpart to Daddy.”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

Her hand darted out, fisting his collar and bringing their lips less than an inch apart.

“Mommy.”

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daddy-hakoda · 2 years

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When Hakoda frees some prisoners in the FN, he’s quite surprised to see his (captured, not deceased) wife and the ex-Fire Lady scissoring in one of the cells. Tell me, what does he do next?

-Bazongas Fan

Thank you for the ask, Bazongas Fan! Gonna shamelessly admit that I am a fan of bazongas myself 😎🤝😎

Now, why tell you…when I can show you? 😏

“Sure you want to go down there?” Bato whispered, glancing over the stolen prison blueprints again, “There’s a note here that says Cellblock M is for ‘the worst of the worst.’ Do we really want to find out who that is?”

Hakoda scratched his goatee and gave a long, wary look down the shadowy corridor ahead of them, stretching on and on like a great, dark maw. Torchlight danced wildly across the walls, and the wind wailed ghoulishly past their ears.

Considering they were deep in the heart of a mountainside prison, though, it probably wasn’t just the wind.

“Whoever’s down there is no friend of the Fire Nation. That doesn’t mean they’re our friend, either…but I’m willing to take my chances.” He clapped Bato on the shoulder and nodded back the way they came. “Make sure the others find their way out. I’ll meet you at the ship.”

“Good luck, then. Have fun bonding with ‘the worst of the worst.’”

Giving Bato a grim smile, Hakoda plucked a torch off the wall and forged ahead into Cellblock M. The dark yielded before him, as did scorpion-rats skittering out of his way, chirping and hissing indignantly.

But the wailing…the wailing only grew louder.

He peered into cells, unnerved at what might be waiting inside, only to find each one empty. Not just that, but it seemed like they hadn’t been lived in for quite some time—overrun with scorpion-rats, crisscrossed with cobwebs, and some partially flooded.

The prison garrison, half-manned and poorly equipped, was caught completely unaware by their ambush, so he had to consider that the residents of Cellblock M were transferred some time ago.

But that didn’t explain the wailing…which, the more he listened, sounded less like wailing and more like…groaning? Whining? Mewling? Thanks to the long, chasm-like hallway, he wasn’t certain.

Torch held high and club in hand, Hakoda took slow, measured steps, closing in on the source of the noise. By the time he reached the last cell, a voice in the back of his head was telling him that the strange mewling noise sounded…familiar. It was warped, too much so to be sure, but somehow, he knew that cadence…

Throwing open the door, the soft, sensual moaning suddenly stopped.

“We already told the other guards to go stick their fists up their arses. If you think you’re the exception, then…”

The voice trailed off as Hakoda stepped inside, the light of his torch reflecting off a pair of golden eyes…and illuminating a pair of very naked women.

“I’m not a guard,” he replied dumbly, trying very hard not to stare at the lovely, shapely figures lying across the bunk of the far side of the room, their legs intertwined in decidedly intimate fashion.

But then he did a double-take at the woman—or just her backside, really—who was turned away from him, mostly facing the wall, and it suddenly struck him why those moans had sounded so familiar.

“Kya?!”

As long as Hakoda lived, he would never forget the shape of that ass. The number of times he had squeezed, kissed, spanked, and buried his face between those perfectly toned cheeks was beyond counting—and when his wife looked over her shoulder, blue eyes already wide, he already knew it was her.

“Koda?! Spirits, is that really you?!”

Hakoda didn’t wait for her to disentangle herself from the pretty Fire Nation woman. Striding across the floor, he cupped her face and brought their lips together, feeling the warmth of her mouth for the first time in years. Kya hummed and purred and looped an arm around his neck the way she always did when she really wanted him, which made his trousers stiff in a matter of seconds.

“I thought you were dead,” she gasped, eyes hooded and hazy, “The Sea Ravens…after they took me, their captain said…he told me…”

Their lips collided again, and Hakoda palmed a breast, reacquainting himself with how its pleasant weight felt in his hand. He was vaguely aware of the the two prisoners grinding against each other, but the pressure of Kya’s hand on his crotch distracted him.

“I wasn’t sure if I’d ever see you again,” he sighed, sliding his torch into a slot near the top bunk. “But I’m glad to see that you haven’t been lonely.” He didn’t mean to glance over at the Fire Nation woman, but his wife still noticed.

Kya blushed, gesturing to her cellmate.

“Ursa, this is my husband, Chief Hakoda. Koda, dear, this is Lady Ursa…the Firelord’s ex-wife.”

“The Firelord’s ex-wife?!?!” She looked like royalty, no doubt—high cheekbones, full lips, and flawless ivory skin—but why she was in a secret island prison, locking legs with Kya, was more than Hakoda could guess at the moment. “It’s…uh…it’s a pleasure…your…er…your ex-highness.”

Ursa just smiled coyly, like she’d practiced the introduction a thousand times, and held out her hand for him to take.

As he lifted it to his lips and left a kiss on her dainty knuckles, he could just make out Kya’s soft, excited whimper.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Ursa said, looking him up and down in a way that made his trousers even tighter. “I’ve heard quite a lot about you. And from what your wife has told me…there’s quite a lot of you to hear about.”

Kya giggled, her eyes dark and hooded, and Hakoda got the feeling that he had been a very active topic of conversation between the two prisoners, especially when they were in such a position as they were now. All the more reason to get back to the ship—and his cabin—sooner rather than later.

“We can talk on the way, but I think it’s best if we get moving. The fleet is docked a quarter-mile down the coast, and the men will be waiting.”

Hakoda turned to gather up their clothes, but Kya caught his wrist, pulling him back around to face her.

“You’re kidding me, right?” she huffed, looking almost offended.

“No…no, I’m not. You don’t want to stay, do you?”

“Of course not! But Koda, sweetie, I’ve gone six years without you inside me—do you expect me to wait any longer?”

Before he could argue, Kya lifted Ursa’s leg and maneuvered around to kneel on the edge of the bunk. Sticking out her bum, she gave it an inviting wiggle and promptly lowered her mouth to taste the Firelord’s ex-wife.

Hakoda hadn’t forgotten why he always lost arguments with Kya. She had a way with words, but the power of her body language was simply too much for him.

“Alright,” he said, shrugging off his parka, “But remember…it’s been six years for me, too. Don’t expect a marathon.”

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Oh Almighty Dilf Lord share your thoughts about Kyakoda + Kya topping

*puts on reading glasses, lights pipe, and sits back in leather armchair near the fireplace*

Well, kiddo, if you ask me, there may not be a more underappreciated ship in ATLA than Kyakoda. Yes, in canon there’s a whole lot of implicit angst, and there isn’t too much for fic writers to work with. But since when does this fandom care about canon??? 😤 Or need lots of material to write a minor character??? If you ask me, ‘Kya Lives’ AUs are so underdone, and I love modern AUs which feature Kyakoda! I mean, doesn’t it just sell itself?? We’re talking about a ship with Hakoda, whose name appears under the dictionary definition for Daddy, and Kya, who…hey, ya know what, let’s talk about Kya actually! 😏

For original watchers of the show, Katara was pretty easy material for a cartoon character crush. But now that the fandom is older…well, it would make some sense for us to give her mom some attention too, huh? 😝 And she’s more than just an aged-up carbon copy of Katara—we’re talking about the woman who raised the Meat and Sarcasm Guy himself! If you ask me, all that sass and eccentricity and corny humor is something Sokka shared with his mom, which makes her character sooooooo much more fun! 🤌 Kya’s banter with Hakoda has to be top-tier—he laughs at her awful puns, she teases him about his hyper-methodical planning, and the shenanigans they get into are absolutely legendary, as both kids and adults. 🙌

[Not-very-SFW below the cut]

And speaking of shenanigans…let’s not forget that Sokka and Katara were born one year apart. Their parents had back-to-back babies, so I think Kyakoda’s friskiness speaks for itself. 😎 I mean, is it all that shocking, though? How else are they supposed to spend those cold South Pole winters? That’s months huddled up indoors together…which makes for plenty of time to get…creative. 😉

I tend to bounce back and forth between sub!Kya and dom!Kya—but I always imagine her as a tease. 😛 Whether it’s in the middle of an important meeting with SWT elders or just in the middle of the night, her hands tend to find their way into Hakoda’s pants—and after eating greasy seal jerky during dinner, she is very deliberate in the way she licks her fingers clean. It’s partly because she loves getting a rise out of her chief, and partly because she doesn’t exactly mind the mild ‘punishment’ that follows when they’re alone again. On principle, Hakoda is against serious corporeal punishment…but if his wife is being a little bratty and wants a gentle spanking while he takes her from behind, who is he to deny her? 😜

When Kya is on top, though, she prefers to make sure the chief keeps his hands to himself. Could he snap the leather ties that she uses to bind his wrists if he really wanted to? For sure, but after a long day hunting or fishing or doing Miscellaneous Chief Things, he’s a bit tired, and Kya has a relatively easy time enforcing her “look-don’t-touch” policy while she rides him. He’s the leader of the village with oodles of responsibility, so making him helpless enough that he can’t even touch his wife’s boobs is actually surprisingly cathartic. On the occasions when Kya’s really feeling in charge, she’ll bind his wrists and use her mouth to edge him, and she knows his body well enough to drag it out for about as long as she wants. And when he’s done, she’ll just park her booty right on that ruggedly handsome face of his so he can return the favor.

As for their other kinks, I totally hc that they’d be into body worship. Life in the South Pole may be rough, but that also means they’re in solid shape, too. After Hakoda shows up in the doorway just in time to whack Yon Rha and save his wife, he spends that night going over every inch of her skin.

And this isn’t a kink, exactly, but the “Tui and La Position,” exclusive to the Water Tribe (before Sokka introduces it to Kyoshi Island), is something Kyakoda would definitely love to do. Look at those two koi fish and how they’re swimming together, and you’ll realize what position I’m talking about. 😏 It’s not a bad way to keep quiet by keeping your mouth busy when you’re living in a small, close-knit village.

That’s all the rambling I have for you today!! Thank you so much for the ask—and I hope you enjoyed the answer!! 😉

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