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why would you do this to me?

i could ask you the same question because how dare you mention his huge dick???

the huge dick that you feel in your throat, that you tell him you can't take.

then he goes "sure you can, angel"

and then the way he'd talk you through it

HHHHHHH RAAAAAAAAAH

oh and you know he'd have a breeding kink too. like he'd fold you into that mating press and cum into your pussy as you wail, walls convulsing around his pounding dick as you're made to cum again...

"you're gonna make me a daddy, right?" he pants into your ear as he fucks you into the mattress because you KNOW he's tryna bring back some airbenders!

You're getting stuff you full at least twice, he gotta make sure it takes. And don't you dare let any leak out or he's fucking it back into you, only slightly caring if you're sensitive, so he's going slow. but he's still gripping you so hard that you bruise and he cums so much, you can literally feel when he busts in you.

I JUST KNOW HE SPITS ON IT.

I'M GONNA COLLAPSE.

him spitting on it and rubbing it in so it mixes in with your slick and his cum...and he always has to watch himself sink into your already used cunt because he's obsessed with how well you take him.

...fic where tagah and aang are brothers and tagah's oddly interested in you, aang's girlfriend.

him listening through the walls as aang puts you through the mattress, hand on his cock while thinking he could make you louder

he knows he could never take you away from aang. you're far too loyal, too in love with his brother to even glance his way. but that doesn't stop him from imagining, fantasising and dreaming that he's the one above you as he makes you scream his name.

also him seeing the red lines down aang's back and immediately feeling envy. 👀

...we seem to be having a problem, babes.

a HUGE problem.

I just know the back shots are mean and at some point he has to hold you up or keep his hand on the small of your back so the arch stays deep. each stroke has you gushing, and you squeeze his dick so tight when you're about to cum.

he's an ass biter too

When Aang sees the yellow ribbon around your neck, he almost trips over...something. He manages to catch himself with a gust of air and find his balance but his focus is still on you.

"Hey, are you o—?" Sokka asks, having just watched one of his best friends nearly eat dirt. But then he notices Aang's distracted gaze and follows where it lands. "Ooooooh, I seeeee." He smirks, nudging Aang. "Never pegged you for the possessive type, dude."

That snaps Aang out of his haze, half-lidded eyes becoming alert.

"What!? No!" Aang shouts, shaking his head. "Not possessive at all! I just, um, wasn't prepared to see that."

Sokka's smirk widens. "So you say," he says, prodding at Aang's side. "And trust me, I get it. When Suki wore a necklace representing my tribe, I kinda lost it." He shrugs. "There’s something about the person you love wearing a piece of who you are. Don't feel all shy because you've made that realisation."

Aang doesn't reply, he can't because he's too tongue-tied. Overwhelmed by the sudden rush of emotions that have come with Sokka's words.

Possessiveness isn't a quality Aang would claim to have. It'd be something he'd frown upon because no one is meant to be possessed. Every living thing has its own free will and should be allowed to use of it. So Aang would never say that he possesses you—you've given yourself to him because you want to and vice versa.

But seeing the yellow ribbon around your neck, shifting with the lines of your throat as you speak with Toph, it...does something to him.

To see you wearing one of his colours so openly, like you're telling the world that you belong to him and there's no doubt about it.

A subtle heat spikes in his chest, slips low into his stomach and settles there. Laying in wait for the right moment to strike.

Sokka snorts and pats his shoulder. "Yeah, that's exactly how I felt," he laughs before walking over to you and Toph. You greet him happily, grinning when Toph says something that makes Sokka roll his eyes. Then you look towards him, your grin widening as you wave, so unaware of what the ribbon around your neck is doing to him.

Aang waves back weakly, managing a smile and tries not to think so hard about the ribbon.

Or you wearing the ribbon.

Just the ribbon.

"I need help." Aang murmurs to Momo who's just landed on his shoulder.

Momo chatters then pats his head, consoling.

mewnbuns

i love men who just Mount you, all that weight pressing over you my god

pawghter

cries bc Dex should rly just let the tip of his fat cock just froth n tap all over ur swollen clit ugh ): idk

GODDDDDDDDDD ! ! ! ! ! !

૮꒰ྀི ›̥̥̥ ⸝⸝ ‹̥̥ ꒱ྀིა♡ it’z such an icky sight . lightin of the room dim n overcasted which has the muscles of his abdomen and arm of the hand that holds his long , steel hard cock — glossy wif remnants of ur past two orgasms — shadowed . he looks stronger tonight somehow . . Bigger .

he’z bitin over his bottom lip , gaze lowered to the view between ur legs which you hold back and wide opened with your arms hooked around the backs of your knees . . Plap plap plap! . . Sticky little strings of the mixed concoction of both your cum plays between the space of your clit and his tip each time they separate amidst each dick smack . it reminds you of webs of glue .

he starts to frot his shaft in between da chubby lips of ur pussie , usin the tendons in his underside to apply some satisfyin friction to that bead and your body twitches as if you’d been dunked in ice water . your hand shoots out to his lower abdomen . you push at it, “d-daddy, wait—“

“—no, no, no,” he murmurs, voice raspy, tone bored like he could honestly care less about what you’re saying when he swiftly swats your hand out of his way and pins it beside your head . “. . . . my f . . . god, you hear that? . . you hear that shit?”

sshlck, sschlck, sschlck.

the sound fills the entire space around you both . he shifts his weight — presses you deeper into the mattress as the springs groan beneath you . hiccuping , gasping and shaking , your hips squirm incessantly beneath his , overstimulation sparking at the ends of your nerves . however , there’s only so far you can get. he remains pushing his cock through the petals of your sopping pussie , gaze heavy lidded and dark as he flatly murmurs, “mm-mm. nope, you’re not going anywhere. stay.”

thinking abt how adrian is a pussy grabber and he doesn’t care where he does it !! he just can’t believe you let him in there! ♡

mid way through conversing with him, stood in your pink princess bedroom he interrupts your flow of speech just to roughly caress your mound. you pause, tilting your head.

“huh?”

“whats up? why’d you stop talking?” adrian asks genuinely, still with that dopey grin on his face.

“you’re grabbing me…” you giggle, feeling the warmth spread from his hand.

“oh! yeah. ‘just hard to fight the urge around you, y’know? remember when we were having sex — and you said it was mine before i blew my load in there? i think that got in my head, ‘cause now i just wanna touch it all the time.”

he really does struggle to fight his impulses, and you get so used to it that you don’t react either — meaning he gets away with it in public a lot.

“you think i should get these?” you hold up a pair of fold over leggings from victoria’s secret, the bedazzled back decal glimmering in the sultry lights of the store.

“dont you have a pair just like those?” he questions, nonchalantly pushing the fabric to the side with his hand and reaching for your covered cunt instead, cupping it while still staring into your eyes.

“i have them in grey, now i want them in black.” you pout, continuing to be fondled in public.

where you should really draw the line is infront of the gang, and yet everytime you show up at the meeting spot, all sunshine and rainbows — adrian greets you with the type of hug where you wrap your legs around his waist, followed by groping your puffy pussy.

“we have got to talk about what kind of affection is appropriate to do in public, you guys!” adebayo scolds, the conversation derailed by your entrance.

“yeah, dude — the fuck is up with you grabbing your girlfriend like a bowling ball?” chris chimes in, shaking his head and avoiding eye contact with you particularly.

“did my finger go in? holy shit i didn’t even feel it!” adrian laughs, unashamed while your face burns.

bullseye wearing his balaclava and gear breaking into your little shitty student apartment to hide from the police, expecting to have to threaten someone to keep their mouth shut but instead finding you in the privacy of your room humping your pillow :(

he’d basically stroll into your bedroom only to find you facing away from the door, naked body sat on some folded pillows, grinding away, moaning and panting in the candle light of your room. he’d clear his throat to make himself known and almost act mildly inconvenienced by this while you jump up and freak out, doing your best to cover yourself with your hands, trying to gather your plush tits to cover your nipples with one hand and your glossy cunt with the other.

he’d let you have your freak out, seeing the bullseye symbol on his attire and telling him frantically that you’re ‘scared’ and begging him not to hurt you, all whiny and sweet. he’s honestly doing a great job at acting like his long, heavy cock isn’t twitching in his pants. he’s calm - nodding at you eventually and telling you “not here to hurt you, don’t worry. put some clothes on.” before turning to face the door, hands clasped patiently behind his back.

after you’ve squeezed on a flimsy little baby tee and some barely existing shorts he explains himself to you, authoritative in the way he tells you that he is going to be waiting it out in your apartment with you until he’s sure the police are off his tail. you’re very susceptible of course, nodding along with everything he says.

“can you atleast take off the mask so i can get to know you a little better?” you ask politely.

“the less you know about me the better, sweetheart.”

seeing as he’s the one who broke in during your private time, it’s only fair he lets you continue what you started, this time on his lap— allowing you to rut it out into the early hours, whining and cumming on his cock. you even offer him coffee afterwards when your half asleep, all sweet and drooly on him ♡

k one last thing but he talks u through it so nice when you’re whining and gasping and crying in his lap all hot n out of breath like “m’such a slut. don’t even know you.” you sulk.

“aw don’t be so hard on yourself sweetheart. just have a needy little pussy, nothing wrong with that. you don’t need to know my name — you just need to cum, hm?”

cw: nipple piercings

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.

yeah, a few weeks isn't all that long.

it'll be fine.

...it'll be fine.