you’re the avatar’s keeper. at least, you feel as though everyone sees you in that role. they see how close you stand to him to talk, how he leans down into your direction, curling his great body around you during the discussion like he doesn’t want anyone to hear. they see how he reaches out to catch a sash hanging from your back, rolling the fabric between his fingers just to feel close to you as he follows closely behind you. they see the way the avatar looks down at you with layered emotions in his eyes, love, possession, fondness, reverence… it’s all there if they have the time to search. he’s not shameful about how long he’ll stare at you. they even see how the two of your handle stress, how a vein in his forehead pops out while you yip and snap at each other. he’ll never raise his voice above a firm correction, regardless if you have more passionate displays against him. he’s the avatar, he could very well banish you from any land he stands on for your crimes of dishonoring him—when in fact, he believes it to be your fiery honesty that keeps him holding it all together.
no one sees the way he herds you into his tent. how his tall and wide body is used to corral you towards the entrance. he nods and listens to how you berate him, he even mutters a vague agreement when appropriate to prove to you he’s listening. all the while you have no idea why he’s getting you alone. all any nosy passersby can see is how the avatar leads you into his chambers and ties the curtains.
“oh—oh! aang…” you melt as his name passes your lips in a lofty sigh, the courtesy of his three fingers rolling against your clit skillfully n lovingly with exactly your favorite kind of pressure to get you to relax into his futons. it’s been so long since you’ve felt this kind of touch, it sends pleasant tingles throughout your body, your eyes involuntarily rolling back. all it is is a little clit play, you shouldn’t be this impressed… but it’s been such a long day n his fingers are so long and can stroke you just right. it’s a lot to resist. “what’s gotten into you?” you breathe out, arching your back when he presses his pads into your sensitive pearl.
those luminous eyes watch you calculatively in the dull firelight, “you care so much. you help me so much, you just want what’s best for me. i’m thanking you for that.”
you scoff, readjusting to lay flat and take it as your mind starts to run away with you again. “this is a thank-you? for yelling at you?”
“you’ve been working so hard, let me take care of you now.” he reasons, and you almost let him get away with saying such a thing - almost.
“oh, don’t do that thing.” you respond flippantly, focusing less on what’s between your legs and more about defending yourself. he shrugs and you can feel the shockwave travel into the softest change of pressure on your clit. he cups your mound but he stops circling his hand.
“what thing? i’m not doing a thing.”
“yeah, you are. you’re doing that really nice thing that makes me forgive you because i feel bad.” you’re on a roll now, you won’t let this go, propping yourself up on your elbows to lock eyes as you make your point.
he adjusts, surging forward in a way that swells the muscles that hold him up. you gasp near silently, but he’s close enough to hear it. he lowers his voice, darkening it as his lips ghost yours. “why can’t you just forgive me because i make you feel good?” you swoon - like some schoolgirl. his spindly middle finger dips into your wet slit.
“aang.” you attempt to steel yourself, squeeze your eyes shut when you chastise him.
“enough thinking.” he decides, and plants his mouth onto yours to swallow whatever protest you were about to spit out. he slides in finally, rupturing a broken whine from the back of your throat. he hovers over you as you tremble, adding another finger shortly after to curl n stroke your insides, just to feel you melt against him again. you’re not the avatar’s keeper, the avatar’s keeping you.
dedicated to @arachine & @cherrywineisawaltz
vaporwave
kianamaiart
gummygunk
theartofmadeline
prguitarman
amandla
discoholicmusic
tangentwithtanner
