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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.
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.
──────ꫂ᭪݁ your husband 乙𝐔𝐊𝐎 sets the bed chamber on fire on your wedding night ♡ﾟ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆
after pining. and pining . and some more pining—
the first night of your marriage had finally arrived. zuko couldn't keep his hands off of you for even a second after the lengthy ceremony.
you both had been promised to eachother since a young age.
it had taken years of time and patience—understanding—to finally be ready to stand before the priest. to be united in matrimony.
years of learning the ways of ruling. the way of the people .
years of long afternoons cooped in the cavernous library studying the ancient scrolls.
years of learning the better half.
and somewhere in between, love had blossomed.
zuko didn't know if it was familiarity. or the way you tucked his long hair behind his ear. or the way you sometimes knew the correct answer even before him, and your eyes lit up when the royal tutor praised you . or perhaps in the way your dark eyelashes cast long shadows on the apples of your cheek.
but all he knew was that he was—had been in love with you. for a long time.
and as he slowly pushed into you , it was nothing like how he imagined. but it was everything he could have ever wished for. your little gasps were the sweetest melody to his ears. your fingers stayed tangled in his hair, slowly tightening as he started to thrust into you.
he was careful and slow. giving you the time and care that you—his wife—deserved.
he was a patient man.
all the while zuko kept his gaze fixed on your face. he watched mesmerized as your eyes started to become half lidded—pain transforming into pleasure. his fingers found your clit , tracing slow circles. learning the tells of your body. learning the soft sounds that you made when his fingers found the little nub.
it wasn't long before you were spasming around his girth, whimpering 'i love you ' over and over again that he finally started to chase the high.
he was a patient man really.
but the mere sight of you , so beautiful and pliant and warm under him—he was a man gone blind.
and like a blind man he chased the fire that glowed just behind his lids. all consuming and addictive.
gods the stinging of your nails scratching against his back—pain never felt more good.
and as he finally thrust into you one last time before he came undone—his teeth found the sweet sweet spot in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. you smelled divine. he lapped at your neck, inhaling your natural scent mixed with hints of the ceremonial incense which he knew clung to him too.
you were soft under him , tugging at his hair again. but he couldn't bring himself to move his face from the crook of your neck, his safe haven. he imagined he was possibly too heavy, half slumped over you the way he was as he came down from his peak.
your voice floated to his ears as if through smoke. "my lord..."
he grunted once. still nibbling on your skin.
"zuko." this time your voice was firmer. his fire lady. he looked up. "i love you, my fire lord" you had repeated.
and he realised the chamber was, infact, smoking. burning was the correct term really. the heavy curtains were on flames, blazing the walls and the woven carpets and mats.
it was an inferno around you both, in the literal sense.
later ,long after the flames were put out—the burning gossip did not die down for months. the fire lord and lady were prone to accidental bursts of fiery passion.
zuko quite liked the rumours . enjoyed the reminders of that night that the quiet whispers of his councilmen brought him.
he wanted to remember it.
your face—illuminated by the flames, smiling as you lay in his arms in the middle of the raging fire around you both—was something he would remember for a long long time. there was no panic. no hurry to leave the burning chamber.
he had realised he would probably set the world on fire for you. the bed chamber was just a small demonstration.
"i love you" he had whispered back.
and he hadn't been more sure of anything in his life.
𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒— i can never get enough of this trope :D *cough* violet sorrengail in that one scene in fourth wing *cough*
Includes: sub!aang . dry humping. nipple play . piv . teasing . whiney aang . dom!reader if youd call it that . artcreds : cruxifixe_
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“thanks katara..” aang lets out quietly, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. she just smiles sweetly, “no problem.”
Standing near the entrance of the tent holding a bowl of water that she just used to heal aang, walking out she makes sure to wish you both a good night, “goodnight guys.”
“night.” you both reply yet yours comes out short and blunt, tone a bit stiffer than usual. standing on the other side of the tent occupying yourself with anything else other than the sad puppy sitting behind you.
the tent was filled with awkward silence. the two of you inches apart while he tries to figure out how to make this up to you. him and his recklessness messing things up once again.
he glances up, your back the only thing within his view. you could hear the blankets shift under him, then the sound of his light footsteps getting heavier the closer he gets to you. refusing to even acknowledge him, you continue to fold the cloths in front of you.
he hesitates wanting to slide his arms around your waist, feeling the heat of your body radiate off of you, he decides to just wait.
“i’m okay.” he reassures. you keep yourself facing forward, away from him acting as if these cloths are much more important than anything he has to say. “really. look i’m okay!”
he tries again after being met with your silence, he frowns looking down, hands messing with the fabric of his pants.
“I’m sorry. look—” his tone holds a bit more panic behind it, he hates the silent treatment especially from you. he reaches, turning you around abruptly. “see i’m fine!”
your eyes were red and swollen from crying a bit ago, watching him fall in the snow after fainting in the air. at first glance you didn’t know if he was okay, so when you ran over to him in the thick snow tripping over your own feet you couldn’t stop crying. all for him to lay there and wake up with a stupid grin on his face, “wow, that hurt..”
like he didn’t just fall feet from the air. then proceeded to wonder why you were so sad but then your sadness turned to anger when you felt he didn’t understand. so yea you were mad at him. really mad.
so why is his tongue basically down your throat right now? your palms pressed flat against his chest while he held the back of your head in his hand, holding you in place even as you squirm around in his arms.
why is his leg wedged in between your legs? yet, you lightly grind against him despite yourself, pushing him back at the same time. He smiles against you, earning himself slight burns from you. The pads of your fingertips leaving small marks on his chest.
The small smell of burnt skin filled your nostrils, biting the bottom of his lip as he winced.
Why were you still climbing on top of him despite being pissed right now? your thighs settling on each side of him, his hands sliding up your bare thighs onto your hips after you left your pants on the floor.
“I’m still mad at you.” the cutest pout on your face even as you leaned a bit back to angle yourself better against him, grinding into him ever so slowly. His brows furrow at the friction, “Yea?”
“yea.” you didn’t stop, keeping that slow torturing rhythm. The damp spot on your panties becoming more and more visible with each passing agonizing second. His grip tightens the harder you press, pre leaking at his tip.
He bucks his hips up into you just barely, creating more friction. You whimper at his sudden movement, glaring at him to meet his oh so unapologetic eyes. Aangs fingers slip up into the waistband of your panties, tugging lightly.
“Stop it.” He only hums in response, eyes dropping and dragging over the way you rock your hips against his, coming back up to meet your flushed gaze.
“Stop what?” he asked innocently, lips curling up into a lazy smirk, bucking his hips once more. This time you fall forward, smacking your hands against his chest, palms heating as one reaches back to stroke over the hardened cock twitching in between your clothed folds.
His smirk falters immediately, a small pathetic whine leaving his lips. Slowly, you pull his waistband back, freeing his sticky hot and bothered cock. He throws his head back into the pillow, biting his bottom lip in sexual frustration.
“Please..” he whispers. “Please what?”
“Let me feel you.” he begged desperately, tired of your endless teasing, he digs his fingers into the fat of your sides. Your eyes widened when he looked back at you with tears prickled in the corner of his eyes. The sight did something to you, and for the first time in tonight you smiled.
“Oh.. well..” you drag. “I don’t think you deserve it.”
You push back against him, dangerously smirking with this teasing look in your eyes. The palm of your hand twisted against his tip, wrapping your hand around it and pressing your thumb over his slit. His whole body jerking underneath you.
“Shit, shit. I don’t.” He whimpered, head falling back on the pillow in pain?
“Yea, you don’t.” Yet, you find yourself pushing your underwear to the side anyway. Find yourself lining him up with your slick soaked entrance. Lifting and sinking yourself onto him steadily. The stretch burning you to your core, burning just the way you need it to.
And Aang? He feels like he could cum just from the contact alone. It takes you a moment to adjust to his size before you set a gentle body rocking pace, your hands set on his chest. Fixing your thumbs over his hardened nipples, Aangs face twisting in new found pleasure as you twist and pull at them.
He closes his eyes when you lean down, expecting you to put your mouth around it, instead you suck a hickey right below it. Smiling at the flustered look on his face after you looked back up, giving him exactly what he wants, you stick your tongue out to lick and flick the swollen nub, rolling the other in between your fingers as you do so.
Grunts turned into breathless whines escape his throat, “Fuck.”
He lies there helpless as if he couldn’t do anything about this punishing pace you set, in fear of you getting more upset with him. You let go of him, pulling yourself off with a wet pop, licking your lips as you stare at his bruised pec on the left side, feeling the upmost proud of yourself. But, you hadn’t moved in minutes, basically cock warming him at this point, he winces at the throb of his cock.
Catching his pained expression in the corner of your eye, you glance up, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, “Sorry.”
You lift yourself up far enough to sink back down onto him, throwing your head back in pleasure as you picked up the pace. Rubbing his fat tip along your honeyed walls, soft moans slipping past your lips while you close your eyes in bliss. Aang moans under you, cursing under his breath when you tighten around him as he hits that spongy spot so deeply.
He thrusts his hips up, meeting yours in a mean snap, a fuzzy feeling coiling up in your stomach. His thrusts never falter chasing the way you squeeze around him as he bullies that one spot. The pupils in his eyes turning into little hearts as he watches you ride him so sensually, “Mm.. you look so pretty like this.”
Oh, but you hear nothing he says, stars sitting in your eyes as you mutter ‘Im cumming’ body pulsing as you come undone on top of him, slowing and rocking while you come down from your high. Aang hasn’t come yet, and he was fed up. You just played and toyed with him, cumming all on your own and not even worrying about him.
In one swift motion, he flips you flat onto your stomach.
“Aang!?” you yell in confusion. He grips your hips, pressing them into a mean arch as he slaps his hips against yours. Filling you so deeply, you cum all over again, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he ruts into a spot you didn’t even know you had.
You melt into straight putty, letting him thrust and rut into you as he pleased. The base of his cock coated in your mixed stickiness. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry, I love you.” he babbled, painting your insides with his thick pretty load, hips stuttering as your tight pussy clenched around him, squeezing him of every last drop. “Mmph— baby, I’m so sorry.”
You don’t even know what he’s apologizing for anymore, being stupid? fucking you stupid? Who fucking knows.
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."
Ok i know that too some people it will just look like a question mark but i am in love with this new emoji apple added it dosent even feel realdo the people know about this
i would love to participate but pinterest sees me as a literal psychopath so I think its better for me to keep my dark humor to myself I dont think the world is ready for me T^T
@jaxson-r14 @azaleafr @bepbopzoobedoob @b3an-i3 @shawkra-koisuru and @kriminologykid
For the first one, I was trying to do doctor's hood but then i realized that it was like the babushka scarf
And triangle doctor is for @r-a-v-e-n1 from this post right here which we both found funny at first with his silhouette, great artwork btw @rattetytat, you slay
June 1st is TOMORROW. It means that GAY PEOPLE will exist, but only for ONE MONTH. Do not forget to buy your tickets to see them NOW, or else you will have to wait AN ENTIRE YEAR to be able to meet them AGAIN.
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