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aang, in all his avatar glory, is not above tongue-fucking his cum right back into your quivering, convulsing pussy. his wide, stupefied eyes glow white as he licks and scoops and sucks with relentless obsession, lithe tongue sweeping across your folds with striking precision only a master of the four elements could possess. powerful arms pin your thighs against the mattress while roughened hands palm over your lower stomach, cradling the skin above your uterus with something almost reverent in their touch.
“it has to take. . .” he’s mumbling to himself, practically incoherent, but you can still hear the raw desperation threaded through his guttural chanting. “has to, has to, has to—!”
“a-aang, mmph! what’s wrong? did something happen on your trip—?” you whimper through the haze of overstimulation, hands scrambling against his coiled shoulders as you search for something to ground yourself with. he’s been at it for hours, ever since he returned from his home air temple. had stormed into your shared bedroom with the doors rattling against the walls behind him, barely a greeting leaving his mouth before he was climbing over you, frantic hands shoving the hefty layers of his robes and beads from his body like they’ve suddenly become unbearable.
in mere seconds he had you striped and flat on your back.
then on all fours.
and then on your side and everything else in between.
the room is in absolute shambles— feathers spilling from torn pillows and swirling through the air in frantic, whirling currents. the bed barely remains intact beneath you, headboard split apart and canopy hanging in splintered ruin, all of it unable to withstand the force of him as the elements hum beneath his tortured skin.
“aang, honey, are you— hah!— okay? talk to me, baby. please.”
what new revelation could he have possibly had for him to suddenly fold you into a million different positions?
and you tried to run, to tap out after the nth round, but did you really think you could escape the hold of an avatar in his avatar state? a handsome, beefy, six-foot-five, one-hundred-something kilogram man so utterly desperate to revive an entire bloodline, yet far too in love to want to do it with anyone else but you?
aang’s voice comes out rough, wrecked with pathetic want. “need to get you pregnant,” he finally admits, lips never leaving your twitching clit. “need it right fucking now.”
his sharp, unfamiliar words send a shiver down your spine.
he begrudgingly sits up, one hand keeping you spread for him while the other drags down his chiseled abs, ghosting over the twin downward arrows that curl just above his v–line. he fists his burly cock in slow, measured strokes as he readies another thick load, bright eyes trailing from your flushed face to your heaving breasts, tongue-in-cheek.
your heart jumps. you know that look. “aang, i know how much reviving air bending means to you, the duty you have to your people—” you start in an attempt to soothe.
because when he gets like this you tend to wobble for weeks.
he cuts you off with a dry, humorless chuckle. “you think that’s what this is about?” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing.
you could only gulp in response.
then, he’s rising above you, broad, muscular shoulders boxing you in as he settles between your thighs. the heavy heat of his dick presses against your sensitive, aching entrance, his incandescent gaze dragging over your face like he’s trying to memorize every expression, every shaky inhale.
as if he was mapping out your features to store in the forefront of his mind. to painfully revisit over and over again.
the realization that had struck him back at the temple as he looked at every mural, every worn painting and towering statue of the air nomads. they all looked like his people. familiar faces, familiar smiles, familiar powers.
but none of them resembled you.
none carried the curve of your lashes or the little furrow in your brow when you worried. none had your laugh, the unique slope of your nose, your warmth, your favor for sour over sweet, your gentleness for children and particular bugs. none exuded your enchanting presence, whether you could bend or not. and suddenly, the grief that sat in his chest for years changed shape entirely. because what would be the point of preserving the world he lost if, in doing so, he lost every trace of the person he loved most within it?
“this—this isn’t about me reviving airbenders or a duty to save my dying culture. this isn’t about avatar sonam or tagah or monk gyatso or anything that has to do with bending. this is about you and me and me wanting to start a family with you,” he states with that heavy, solid avatar voice of his. firm and sure, thumb brushing along your jaw, “this is about me making sure that a part of you will always exist in a world where the avatar exists. that your lips, your eyes, your soul. . . live on for eternity. so that every time i look into this world through the eyes of the new avatar, i can still see you. see you in our grandchildren, in our great-great grandchildren, in the people that will come to exist because we loved each other. . . to know that you’ll always be in my life someway, somehow.”
“aang. . .”
“i realize now that there will come a day when airbending returns, whether in our lifetime or long after we’re gone.” he presses his forehead against yours, tone softer despite the ache in his words. “i know that i’ll get to see that vision through the eyes of the avatars who will come after me. and if i keep chasing impossible answers, impossible resolves— if i keep throwing myself at a future i can’t force into existence— i’ll lose you in the process. i’ll waste the little time we’re given together. with our friends. with our children. the thought of losing you to time. . .”
it killed him.
you feel it. the shift in him. the sincerity behind every broken word, every trembling breath. the sheer despair that claws through him at the thought of you leaving nothing behind of yourself, of the love the two of you share. the regret he’d forever live with if he only prioritized the revival of air-bending or the kids that would inherit it. and the fact that he still hasn’t left the avatar state only makes it worse, every emotion stripped raw and vulnerable beneath glowing eyes and tattoos and shaking hands.
“so i vow now that i will never neglect your life or your culture for the sake of mine. whether we have airbending children or not. . . that is up to the universe.”
his hands cup your cheeks gently as he leans in, drawing you into a slow, sloppy kiss. you could only gasp softly when his tongue slips past your lips, kissing you like he’s trying to seal his fate with yours.
he slowly pulls away, thick fingers easing you open as he makes room for himself. “i can live without other airbenders. i can make due with the acolyte family we’ve founded. what i cannot live without is you. what i cannot imagine not ingrained in this world beyond my lifetime is you.”
aang smiles for the first time tonight, like the image in his mind was far more beautiful than anything he could’ve ever imagined. he sinks inside, massive and overwhelming, drawing a raspy breath from your lungs at the sheer stretch of him. still, you pull him closer, wanting nothing more than to feel the slow, heavy drag of him inside you.
“so for now,” he whispers, breath warm against your lips as he begins moving slowly, in and out, “all i want is a child with you. one that embodies everything that you are. one that will carry on your memory, your curiosity, your strength, your traits.” gone was the glow of the avatar state, the white fading slowly from his eyes until they were simply his again, fixed on yours with a tenderness so deep it was almost unbearable. “so i’m begging you. . . give me a baby that looks just like you.”
you cry out helplessly as he buries his face into your throat, holding you impossibly close. every stroke is long and deliberate, driven far less by hunger and more by an emotion too large for words. the slick of your arousal coats his balls as you helplessly grind against him, cunt fluttering around the girthiness of his base. you could feel all the veins that line him, tracing your walls as he fucked you like he needed you to breathe.
you blink back the tears threatening to spill. “b-but i do want our baby to be like you. i do want to help you—”
he shakes his head fervently, fingers tightening around you like he’s afraid you still don’t understand. “no. no,” he rasps, “i don’t want this to be some duty you carry for me. i want this because it’s us. because it’s the life we chose together. no obligations. no sacrifices.”
you feel the dampness at the corner of his eyes as he clings to you, hands roaming your body in a worship-like trance, as though he was reassuring himself that you were real and here and present and his. to have and to hold and to sink himself into when the world is in chaos.
“please,” he croaks hoarsely into your neck, voice cracking around the word, and the raw vulnerability in it makes your chest ache more than anything else ever could. “say you’ll give me a baby, sweetheart. say you’ll give me this one thing. even if they come without air-bending.”
a broken sound leaves your throat as you cling to his shoulders, nodding desperately against him, back arching into his warmth. “yes,” you breathe out shakily, fingers curling around his nape. “yes, yes, yes. of course, i will.”
the words—your defining proclamation—undo him entirely. he groans into the curve of your neck, holding you so tightly it almost hurts, every breath hot, cold, then hot again against your skin. he cums in thick, long spurts, coating your insides pearly white as you cream on his cock, legs caging him in. his tattoos begin to faintly glow once more as he shivers, hips still pumping his seed into you, forehead pressed beneath your jaw, as though he can’t bear even an inch of distance between you.
when he finally pulls back, his eyes have returned to their natural state, shining with something far softer than desire.
devotion, perhaps. a need to always keep you safe. to give you—and your children—a world that offers everything and takes nothing in return.
“i love you,” he murmurs softly, brushing the damp strands of your hair from your face. he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes slipping closed as his heart, for once, is at ease. “thank you.”
your lips tremble into a tired smile, fingers curling weakly around his head. “you never have to thank me for loving you.”
though your words alone could never truly capture the depth of everything you’ve given him.
summary: the gaang admit they want you and decide to show you exactly how much.
warnings: sub!reader, fem!reader, orgy dynamics, multiple partners, oral sex, handjobs, throat fucking implied, oral receiving, praise kink, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, temperature play, ice play, sensory overload, rough kissing, gagging, degradation themes, punishment but no reward, consensual dominance, breast play, nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, messy kissing, cum play, sexual tension, power dynamics, smut, MDNI;
wc: 2,5k
a/n: katara being both a top and the mastermind behind this was inevitable actually. thank you to my 💠 anon for suggesting this.
It started as a joke.
As a funny question about who was having crushes on who.
One thing led to another, and they all somehow told you it was you.
That was when silence fell over the entire room.
During your time together with the gaang, there had been awkward moments and silence before, yet nothing too out of the ordinary. But this one? It was different. More suffocating. More… intimate. You could feel the gazes on you now, watching you with focus and unreadable expressions.
Your heartbeat started increasing, your palms turning sweaty as your mind scrambled for something to say. You didn’t know what to do or where to go from this.
Of course, the attraction was both ways.
From the moment you met them and started spending time together, you felt it growing stronger with every passing day. But you never dared to say or do anything about it, too scared it would ruin the vibe between all of you.
The close relationships you had built with each of them mattered too much. You couldn’t throw everything away.
“We didn’t want you to feel weirded out, you know?” Katara finally broke the silence as she scooted closer, until her chest pressed against your arm.
“Oh, no, I would never—”
Your breath caught in your throat the moment her hand landed on your thigh.
“Is that okay?” Katara asked softly, fingers resting there carefully.
You could barely answer her.
You nodded quietly instead.
“I want to hear you talk,” she pushed gently, her hand slowly sliding higher up your thigh.
“It’s okay,” you breathed out shakily.
“You’re blushing like crazy,” Sokka snickered as he leaned back on his palms, eyes never leaving your form.
You threw him a glare, but the second your eyes locked with his, you couldn’t hold it for long.
Yeah.
For the first time, you actually felt intimidated by Sokka.
“Are you too hot right now?” Katara spoke again, making you look back at her. “You’re burning up,” she continued while your breathing turned more uneven with every second. “Should I help you?”
She offered it so casually, like she wasn’t making your entire body heat up with just a few touches.
You would’ve liked not to answer so fast. But you did.
She barely even managed to finish speaking before a nervous “yes” left your lips.
Toph and Sokka immediately giggled while Zuko and Aang sent you sympathetic looks, though neither of them looked much calmer themselves.
“Come here, then. Lay your back against my chest,” Katara instructed gently, though there was still firmness hidden beneath her soft tone.
You nodded quickly and shifted towards her, settling between her legs until your back rested against her chest comfortably.
“Tell me if it’s too much, alright?” she whispered near your ear.
Then you felt her hands slide downwards until they rested over your breasts beneath the dark green robe you were wearing.
Your breath hitched.
Katara hooked her fingers into the fabric and slowly dragged the material aside, exposing your bare breasts to the entire room. Cool air brushed against your skin immediately, making your nipples harden from the sudden loss of warmth.
Sokka whistled at the sight before Zuko nudged him hard in the side.
Aang stayed quiet, but his eyes were completely focused on your chest now.
“Nothing underneath?” Katara questioned with a knowing smile tugging at her lips.
“I— you all appeared out of nowhere— I didn’t have time—” you tried to explain quickly.
“She’s lying,” Toph interrupted with a grin.
Your face burned hotter as you looked down at your lap.
Katara raised a brow at you expectantly.
You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes, avoiding their eyes.
“I wore nothing on purpose,” you finally admitted on a quiet tone.
A moan instantly slipped from your lips when Katara’s hands squeezed your breasts, kneading the soft skin slowly.
“Oh,” she whispered against your ear. “Then maybe we’ll have to punish you for lying and for the other times you did things on purpose.”
Her fingers squeezed your nipples harder.
Then suddenly, you felt something freezing against your skin.
You jolted.
Looking down, you realized the tips of Katara’s fingers had turned icy cold, frost slowly forming against your heated skin. The sharp contrast made your entire body squirm in her lap.
She kept rubbing your nipples between her fingers, making shaky cries leave your throat from both the sting and pleasure of it.
“Mhm— ah!”
Your head fell back against her shoulder.
“Need some warmth?” she teased softly.
Before you could answer, you heard heavy footsteps approaching.
You lifted your head slightly and saw Zuko walking towards you before lowering himself onto his knees between your legs.
His large hands rested carefully against your knees first before slowly sliding upwards over your skin.
“That okay?” he asked quietly, eyes fixed on yours while waiting patiently for your answer.
You nodded automatically.
Katara immediately pressed colder fingers against your nipple in punishment for your non-verbal reply, making you jolt with a whimper.
“Yes! Yes, it’s okay— I’m sorry,” you gasped out quickly.
Zuko’s lips curled into a small teasing smirk before he slowly pushed aisde the material of your robes, completely revealing your legs along with your undergarments.
Then his palm slowly went between youe legs, pressing directly against your clothed core.
Your hips jerked forward instinctively at the warmth of his hand against your sensitive heat.
Katara’s lips brushed against your ear at the same time, making another shiver run through your body.
You had Katara’s cold hands on your breasts and Zuko’s warmth pressing down on you through the material, the contrast making your head spin.
You were so lost in the moment that you didn’t even notice Aang and Sokka stepping closer until they settled beside you on either side.
“Gonna help us out a little too, right?” Sokka asked with a grin.
“If you want to, of course,” Aang added with a soft voice, offering a nervous smile.
How could you even refuse them?
“I’d love—mhm— love to,” you say, a lot breathier than intended.
Sokka’s grin widened after hearing your reply. He then took your hand that rested on Katara’s leg, while Aang carefully lifted your other hand, fumbling slightly with his trousers.
Normally, you probably would’ve giggled at how awkward he looked for a second. But Zuko and Katara already had you dizzy from the overwhelming contrast of hot and cold sensations moving through your body.
You let both boys guide your hands where they wanted them, your eyes slightly widening when you saw them pulling out their half-hardened cocks.
Sokka was bigger than you expected, not overly thick but long enough to make your throat tighten. Aang was thicker, with more prominent veins running along his length, making you wonder how would it feel inside you.
Both of them were already leaking precum, feeling their wettnes the moment your fingers wrapped around them. Quiet hisses and groans filled the room as you started moving your hands slowly, thumbs spreading the slick fluid over their tips before stroking up and down carefully.
Sokka’s hand quickly caught your wrist, encouraging you to pump him faster, while Aang seemed to enjoy slower movements more.
So you tried your best to give both of them what they wanted.
But it was hard to stay focused.
Katara was still kneading your breasts like they belonged to her, earning soft whimpers from you every few seconds before icy jolts shot through your body whenever her cold fingertips brushed over your sensitive nipples too harshly.
At the same time, Zuko’s palm kept rubbing over your clothed core, thumb brushing your clit, pressing down and spreading his warmth all over, making your hips twitch forward helplessly.
When he finally stopped moving and pulled his hand away, you almost whimpered at the loss. But then your gaze dropped towards Toph, who was crawling towards you with a grin spread across her face.
“What—”
“Shh,” Katara cooed softly into your ear, her warm breath brushing your skin and making your heart race even faster. “It’s okay.”
Toph reached you and immediately pushed your legs apart wider while Zuko’s hand suddenly caught your chin, forcing your attention back onto him instead.
You blinked in confusion at first, only for your breath to catch when you realized he was freeing his cock too.
Slowly, carefully, he guided the tip against your parted lips.
“Just a little?” he asked, voice low as the tip brushed against your lower lip.
“Yes,” you breathed out quickly before Katara could punish you again for staying quiet.
That was all Zuko needed.
He pushed into your mouth too fast at first, making you gag immediately as tears burned at your eyes. He muttered a quick apology under his breath before pulling back slightly to let you breathe. Then he moved again, slower this time, more careful. Though you could still tell he wanted to go faster.
Your watery gaze dropped towards Toph, who was already pulling the rest of your clothes away completely. The second she exposed your cunt, her fingertips slid through your folds curiously before she chuckled softly at how wet you already were.
Your hips instinctively moved towards her touch, the sudden movement making you gag around Zuko again.
Toph only grinned wider at the sounds.
She lowered herself between your legs completely before hooking them over her shoulders.
Then her mouth was on you.
The first slow lick along your folds made your entire body shake. A second later, she sucked harshly at your clit, earning louder muffled cries from your throat around Zuko’s cock.
Katara kept whispering soft praises into your ear while stimulating your nipples relentlessly. They were probably swollen and red by now from how much attention she gave them, but the sting only turned you on more.
Your grip around Sokka and Aang loosened slightly as your focus completely shattered from all the sensations hitting you at once.
Zuko thrusting into your mouth.
Toph licking between your legs like she was starving.
Katara torturing your sensitive chest.
Sokka noticed immediately.
He firmly grabbed your wrist and guided your hand faster along his length, using your grip to help himself chase his release.
Aang stayed gentler instead.
He slowly rocked into your hand while one of his palms moved into your hair, carefully massaging your scalp and trying to comfort you despite how overwhelmed you already looked.
The room slowly filled with sounds.
Your muffled moans.
Sokka’s groans.
Aang’s shaky breaths.
Zuko’s rough grunts.
And the wet slurping noises coming from between your legs every time Toph sucked harder at your clit.
Meanwhile, Katara stayed steady behind you through all of it, paying attention to every reaction your body gave her. Every twitch. Every gasp.
Every tear gathering at your eyes whenever Zuko pushed too deep into your throat or Toph sucked your clit too harshly.
At one point, your eyes fluttered shut completely.
There were too many sensations at once. Too many hands touching you everywhere — your breasts, your waist, your stomach, your thighs.
“I’m close,” Zuko suddenly grunted.
Your eyes opened halfway.
Steam curled faintly from his skin and through his nose, while veins stood out sharply along his neck as his thrusts became rougher and sloppier.
Then, with a sharp breath, he finally pulled out and spilled over his own palm instead.
You inhaled deeply the second your mouth was free, finally able to breathe properly again—
—but the relief barely lasted two seconds.
Katara’s hand grabbed your chin firmly and turned your head towards her before she crashed her lips against yours.
The kiss instantly turned messy.
Teeth clashing. Lips biting.
Saliva slipping down your chin as she kissed you greedily, swallowing every shaky whimper that left your throat. At some point, her hand slid back down between your thighs, fingers pressing directly against your clit while Toph kept licking at your folds below.
Toph hummed against you, tightening her grip around your thighs.
You moaned louder, hips moving faster now until you were practically grinding your pussy against Toph’s face.
Your toes curled hard and a hot feeling started tightening inside your stomach, growing stronger with every touch, every movement, every hand on your body.
Then suddenly, another hand tilted your chin upwards.
Aang.
He lowered himself closer before pulling you into another kiss immediately after Katara let you go. You thought he would be a bit more composed, but with the way his tongue pushed into your mouth desperately… it was far from that.
Your hand still stroked him through the kiss, feeling him twitch harder and harder in your grip. He whimpered against your lips, both hands tangling into your hair as he pulled you closer.
The kiss quickly became sloppy and desperate. Then his whole body tensed suddenly.
You felt hot cum spill over your hand while his movements faltered completely. Small apologies left his lips between kisses, breathless and embarrassed.
You couldn’t help smiling faintly against his mouth.
But before the moment could last, another strong hand wrapped gently around your throat, pulling you away from Aang.
Then Sokka kissed you next.
He no longer needed help to finish as he did the work by himself since you were so lost in the moment.
Your jaw hurt and your lips were completely swollen because of the kissing. You were still trying to focus on reaching that feeling that felt so close.
You let out a moan as you let Sokka’s tongue leave your mouth, while your hips rose up to meet Toph faster. But before you can feel that sweet pressure finally snap, you heard Katara’s voice behindyou.
“Stop,” her voice came out strong and firm, making you shiver.
Toph’s movements slow down as she leans back, while Sokka’s mouth leaves yours.
“But—” you try to complain.
“Where would be the punishment if we let you get what you want?” she smiled at you, but her eyes gave you another message… one that stirred something in you. Something heavy and dark and… curious.
You’ve never thought you’d enjoy feeling so many hands on you, so many mouths, so many bodies… but you did, and you wanted to see how far this will go.
Katara patted your leg to get up, and you tried, but you almost fell due to your wobbly legs, yet Aang moved faster and caught you in his strong arms.
“Easy,” he whispered in your ear, making you look up at him, seeing how fond he was looking at you. He had that kind smile on his face.
Before you can even thank him, you heard Katara’s voice behind you, sending shivers down your spine.
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warnings: 18+ nsfw, rough sex, aang losing control, avatar state during sex
summary: when aang fucks, he tends to lose his control.
sex with aang was always dangerous.
he was easy to rile up. his body was sensitive to your warmth. what would start off as slow and sleepy sex would turn into something aggressive and rough. he would get lost in the pleasure—using your body like a sex toy as he let lust cloud both his mind and judgment.
with all the stress and fighting he had to go through daily—this, his cock completely sheathed inside your tight, warm pussy, was what he looked forward to the most.
his eyes rolled back, one hand holding the bedframe and the other gripping your hip tight. your thighs were draped over his waist as he fucked you into the mattress.
“a-aang… mphh…!” you moaned, your hair pooling around the pillows so pretty as he fucked you.
your body, completely bare for his hungry gaze, bounced with every rough thrust he gave you. the sound of your voice—sweet as sin—filled his ears and danced in them.
“fu..fuuuckk..” he moaned, tossing his head back as he got lost in your body.
that’s when you started to see it.
the blue on his skin began to glow, flickering like a light.
it would go in and out, intensifying with each hard thrust that met your sweet spot. every time you cried out, it would glow even brighter. he would open his eyes to look at you, half lidded and hazy, and his pupils would disappear into a soft light before reappearing again.
“god.. you feel so tight… so warm… so delicious,” aang moaned—his voice distorting slightly.
as you hiked your leg even tighter around his hips, pulling him in deeper, aang cried out in pure, unadulterated bliss.
“oh, god! shit—don’t do that—fu—fuck… hmpp… i can’t stop, can’t fucking stop!” aang cried, his face scrunching in pleasure before he tucked his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as his cock twitched and throbbed inside you.
as your walls clenched down on his cock, the room started to shake.
cracks began to form in the stone walls—the bedframe, made of wood, began to sprout branches, making the frame completely unrecognizable as it started bending into twisted versions of roots.
the air around you started to pick up, the wind whistling so hard that you had to shut your eyes—the window frames slapping from the force of it.
his body started to warm, his tongue heating up as he began licking the sweat off your neck, peppering your throat with hot kisses that made you wince.
the sweat that formed around his forehead started to precipitate into the air. while all of this was happening, he kept fucking you ruthlessly.
the air in the room was a literal whirlwind now, a localized storm of his own undoing.
aang’s grip on your hips became even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he was getting closer and closer.
“i’m—i’m gonna—fuck, i’m close!” he snarled, his voice echoing with the haunting, multitonal resonance of his past lives.
the glow from his tattoos became a blinding white that illuminated every corner of the crumbling room.
the wooden roots of the bedframe bended upward, wrapping around your ankles and wrists. he felt like he was burning up, the heat radiating off his bare skin only made the air whirl faster and warp around your bodies.
“look at me,” he commanded, his voice shaking the room. “i said look at me!”
you forced your eyes open, squinting against the gale. his eyes were twin orbs of pure, celestial light, devoid of pupils and leaking wisps of white energy.
he looked divine and terrifying all at once.
with a hard thrust that made you cry out in pleasure, he buried himself to the brim—stuffing you full of his cock that overwhelmed your sensations enough to make you cum around him.
“oh my god—aang!”
“now!” he screamed back, his back arching in a violent spasm.
as he came, the window shattered from the force of the air. his seed pumped into you in hot, thick bursts of white cum.
aang slumped onto you, his body heavy and limp, the glow in his tattoos fading back to a dull, stagnant blue. his forehead rested against yours, both of you panting in the sudden silence of the ruined room.
“holy… ” he whispered, his voice finally human again, shaky and quiet. “did i… did i break the bed again?”
“aang,” you breathed. “you broke more than just the bed.”
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ᦸ 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡 tends to get a bit lost in it... a solid 8/10.
She starts off by kissing your inner thighs and pulling your legs over her shoulders, teasingly breathing on you while whispering; it's always painfully slow before she gets to work.
You can never last long when she goes down on you, from the way she's trying to suck your soul out & her own little noises; who can even blame you?
She'll moan into you every time you tug her hair, sucking & slurping at your clit harder as your thighs curl tightly around her head.
She will lick her lips before kissing your lips after you finish on her pretty tongue.
ᦸ 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 is a quick learner & practices often... hands down a 10/10.
She's always so patient with her teasing, because she knows once she goes all in, the sex won't last more than five minutes.
Her record for making you finish the quickest was three minutes, where she'd refused to break eye contact while eating like she'd been starved.
Katara's grown very in tune with your body, listening to what it's saying more than just going crazy; she'll be very tender with it, holding your thighs in place & taking breaks to whisper how pretty you look for her.
She always pulls back, slowly exhales & kisses up your stomach while asking if you're okay after she gets you to finish for her—like she hadn't just made you see stars.
ᦸ 𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐚 makes sure his girl is very satisfied... 8/10.
He'll get so into it sometimes he'll not realize how many times you've finished until your thighs are shaking against his skull, whining that you can't take anymore.
It always strokes his ego when you cum on his face, which is fine; with his skills, he deserves it. The only complaint you could even have about it is how fast he gets you there.
Sometimes, he'll use his fingers if his jaw needs a momentary break. But then he'll coo how pretty you look, & his tone doesn't help when you're trying to last long enough that it isn't pathetic.
He'll always be so proud of himself while cleaning you off after, too, sweet & gentle, but you can just feel that he's smug about it.
ᦸ 𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐨 eats for the love of the game... 9/10.
He's very thorough when eating you out. Patiently taking the time to learn everything that makes you tick & sticking with it.
Sometimes he'll stop and pull back just to lick his lips & stare at you before diving back in; that pause always feels more intimate than the build-up, with his long hair brushing your skin & half-lidded eyes.
He grips onto your thighs whenever you're close & holds you in place so you can't just squirm away, pulling back to rest a palm on your stomach and reminding you to stay still.
Zuko's always so sweet after you come for him, cleaning you up & offering to make you dinner, run you a bath, or just sit with you for a few minutes.
ᦸ 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐠 does not play about his favorite meal... no notes, 10/10.
He moans like he's the one getting head—hands placed firmly on your stomach & he'll moan into you so desperately it's almost pathetic.
Aang uses his fingers on your clit, though sparingly, so he can focus on teasing you. He'll slowly trace around the sensitive nub while he gets drunk off your noises; any sound he gets out of you is such an accomplishment.
The fact that he's the avatar doesn't matter; the moment you're in bed, the only thing on his mind is how good he can make you feel.
Whenever he can tell you're close, he likes to intertwine one of his hands with yours so you can feel more comfortable.
Aftercare is good too; he'll carry you to the bathroom & run you a bubble bath while making sure you're okay.
You're play-fighting with Aang when he suddenly traps you in a headlock. You freeze, sagging in his hold before a whimper escapes your lips. Aang startles before immediately releasing you, and he opens his mouth to apologize until he sees the look on your face.
Later that night, he's got your back in a deep arch as he folds himself over you, his chest plastered to your back with your neck tucked in the crook of his elbow. The hold tightens, and your eyes roll with each snap of your hips. Aang shudders as he drives his cock deeper inside you, the flushed, fat tip striking your g-spot like a dart to a bullseye.
"D-didnt know you liked this." Aang pants hotly into your ear.
"Me either." You choke out and Aang's hips stutter.
He groans out a curse at how wrecked your voice sounds, and you drip even more at how good the ancient language sounds on his tongue. Aang can feel how your gooey walls keep clamping around him like a spring trap and he just knows you're close.
he never expected sexual acts to be so… animalistic, profound, and extremely filthy. missionary was all he knew—then, with your encouragement, he started leaning into different positions like doggy style and the mating press. but this one you were doing right now?
this was his favorite of all.
you with his cock deep inside your tight pussy, your walls warm and tight as you rode him sensually back and forth—taking every agonizing inch of him like the good girl you were.
your face was twisted with pleasure, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you rode him. it was too much, he was too big—aang knew that for a fact. but your little whimpers as you tried your best to take him all made his heart clench.
fuck. you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.
"don't stop, baby," aang rasped, his hands tightening on your hips. "fuck. mph.. just like that."
"aang…?" you whimpered, your hips faltering just slightly.
he paused. oh no. had he hurt you? did he grab your hips too tightly? was he stretching you out too much for you to handle?
"you're…" you swallowed hard, a finger coming up to wipe away a tear that he hadn't even realized had slipped down his cheek. "crying!"
crying? he couldn't believe it. he was the avatar, for fucks sake. and now he was reduced to a crying man, completely undone and helpless over his girlfriend's little pussy.
"sorry—it just… feels too good. you squeezin' me like that… can't help it, sweet girl," he choked out.
"are you hurt?" you asked softly.
"i'm not hurt," he promised, his thumbs rolling soothing circles against the warm skin of your hips to reassure you. "fuck, i'm the exact opposite of hurt. just keep going. please."
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sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.
g!p katara yes please she could fuck a baby into me and I'd thank her 🙏🙏
PLEASE I'D HAPPILY CARRY ALL OF HER CHILDREN IF IT WAS HER PUTTING THEM IN!
g!p katara is so powerful and you know she fucks hard. like her thrusts are as fluid as the water she bends and she can be a bit mean, making you cum on her cock until you're crying for her.
the moment you get home, aang's upon you as his huge bulk presses you against the front door. an uncontrolled yelp escapes your mouth, your eyes wide as you peer up at a visibly excited aang. if he had a dog's tail, it'd be wagging back and forth at the speed of light.
"aang," you almost whine, lightly smacking his chest as his strong arms lock themselves around your waist. "wait, give me like five minutes—"
"but i wanna see 'em," aang actually whines, already looking at your clothed chest, searching. "it's been eight long tortuous hours of me waiting impatiently for you to come home so i can finally look at 'em."
you sigh, slightly exasperated. "yeah, i know, but they're very tender and you can't touch them right now—"
aang's already nodding. "of course! you've still gotta heal and the last thing i wanna do is interfere with that. but looking isn't the same as touching, right?" his grey eyes have gone into adorable doe-eyed mode, all big and heart-weakening and oh, damn him.
"you're lucky i like you," you grumble, side-eyeing aang's delighted cheer as he lets you go to give you space. "wait, right here? in the entry way?"
"yep!" aang replies, popping 'p' with a sunshine grin on his face. "and now, i mean this with all the respect, but take off that top."
you stifle a laugh, rolling your eyes. "you're a menace." your hands curl around the hem of your shirt before you're lifting it up to rest at your clavicle. a soft hiss escape you as the cool air hits your nipples, freshly pierced flesh hardening around metal barbells. a flash of embarrassment shoots through you when you take in aang's look of awe, raw amazement colouring his features as he takes in the new additions to your breasts.
"are you done?" you unintentionally snap after a minute goes by, your body warming at the immense attention aang's pouring onto your chest. "they're just piercings, nothing all that new or exciting—"
"how long until they heal?" aang interrupts, his voice soft and tinged with something deeper.
you recognise that tone; it's the one that usually starts a messy and arduous endeavour. one that ends up with you trembling, voice hoarse from crying out aang's name. you swallow thickly, biting your lower lip before murmuring, "a few weeks."
aang hums, taking in your chest one more time before his eyes are back at your face. the grey of them have darkened, the pupils blown to reveal a hidden arousal that only you have privy to. you begin to feel a familiar heat puddle itself in the pit of your stomach, slowly dampening the space between your thighs. it settles deep into your bones, stealing your breath from your lungs.
"a few weeks, huh?" aang says softly, his gaze darting down to your exposed chest again and you're able to notice how his own breath hitches in his throat. "we can do that, right? your recovery is most important after all."
you can't help but agree, nodding as your pierced nipples pebble, the strike of pain mixing beautifully with the headiness of your want.
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It had meant to be one of Momo and Appa. Aang had described it as "hilariously adorable" in the message that accompanied said video and you had been excited.
You loved receiving hilariously adorable videos and had been in need of the pick-me-up after the mentally exhausting day you just had.
You had tapped play on the video, all curled up in your bed and warmly wrapped up in your comforter. You had already been smiling, waiting for the video to load and grace you with the serotonin of cute animals being silly.
Instead, you had received something else.
You're in a state of shock as the video showcases a broad and slightly damp chest, muscles defined with tension. Heavy pants can be heard from the audio, the broad chest lifting and falling in time with it. That, on its own, is an indecent sight but what takes it to depravity is the hand at the bottom of the screen jerking up and down.
And what it's jerking is one of the biggest cocks you've ever seen. Thick and veiny with a piercing running down the length of it, the root cushioned with a well-kept mess of dark brown curls. The tip is fat and flushed red, precum dripping from the slit with every pump and you subconsciously swallow, your heart pounding away.
You're still in shock because this doesn't seem like a video Aang would have on his phone. He doesn't seem like the type to…record himself getting off so he can send it to whoever he's seeing at the time. It's easy to enter a state of denial, for your brain to perform mental gymnastics due to the sudden change of perception of someone close to you.
Someone who is your best friend.
But every time your brain tries to deny this change, it also points out the blue tattoos on those strong forearms. It points out the tiny details that make it impossible to refute your rampant denials.
You've laid in the bed that's behind him, nestled into his blankets with a snuggling Appa.
You've rummaged through his closet that's in the far left because you forgot to bring a sweater and needed one of his.
You've sat in the gaming chair he's seated on right now, eagerly watching as he runs through the kingdom of Hyrule on his Switch.
You know that room too well for it not to be Aang's and now you're spiralling. Your heart's still pounding fiercely and there's a loud roaring in your ears as something hot and sticky falls into the pit of your stomach. You want to look away from this; from Aang at his most private but his little groans and whimpers has you coming back for more.
It's the rapid fall and rise of his chest, the subtle lift of his hips as his hand works his cock with sloppy pumps. It's the glistening of sweat over his tanned skin, the tremble that begins to set into his bones.
You're growing wet—you can feel it.
Your panties are sticking to the swollen folds of your pussy, your clit's throbbing as your hole flutters, aching. It feels so empty, it hurts and it needs—you need—
A notification from Aang interrupts your descent and kicks back in some sanity. Quickly, you pause the video, shame curling in your stomach, as you go to check on what Aang has just sent you.
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