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MINORS DNI 18+

service dom AANG has this terrible habit of robbing you of your movement during sex. it’s like the balance is tipped too extremely to one side, he’s trying to make you feel good, but he gets carried away in the moment trying to control it for you. you’re riding him, a position in which you have the power to take what you want, to decide the pace, to tell him what to do. instead, you’re reduced to a hot mess as he locks you in place with a hard grip on your waist, hands biting into the soft down of your flesh as he fucks up into you at breakneck impact. skin smacking skin so it stings, bucking up into your greedy hole as it eagerly swallows every inch of him. he curses to himself over how you’re clenching down on him, and he watches your pretty eyes roll back as he bullies that special spot inside you. you’re being used, you’re being handled, you’re being robbed of your power in this position - and you’re letting it happen. it feels too good to stop, you don’t want to be responsible for everything right now, you just wanna pretend to be a toy, that’s how close you are right now. what puts it all over the top, however, the glaring detail you can’t ignore, is this: aang has taken charge, is forcing you to take what he’s giving you, his focused eyes glue to where your bodies conjoin, his teeth grit hard, but he can’t stop grunting out a rushed, pathetically slurred, and whimpery, “fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!”

Aang finger fucking your mouth with your head in his lap cause you need to work up to taking his cock, pushing against the back of your throat with his lengthy fingers while you lurch and writhe against him, cooing while your eyes get all glassy and drool pools down your chin <3

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MINORS DNI 18+ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙ ✧ ͚⠀園 🐉 .

THE AVATAR and the sheer fucking size of him. standing at 6’4” you’ve never seen another person in his vicinity measure up, you can always spot him in a crowd. the width of his shoulders puts a gasp in your breath, especially when you’re reminded at how every muscle in his body is honed in on and sculpted. he regularly puts you on his hip like a babe, both to taunt you and to show off. somehow, you don’t mind clinging onto him like that in the morning, wrapping your sleepy arms around his neck to rest your head on his shoulder while he works one-handed to finish breakfast. “are you falling back asleep?” he murmurs, jostling you gently by his palm supporting your ass n you peel your heavy eyes open one by one. not to mention, he’s such a gifted dancer - and he commonly charms you into joining him. when he’s backed up on you like that, floating inches away from your body in a perfect silhouette, it only emphasizes the size difference. you’re swallowed in his shadow. during more intimate settings—if you’re dancing alone in your quarters—he has the freedom to press his figure to yours, curling it around you, but he has to bend his knees significantly just to fit against you. massive hands span your hips as he draws you nearer to him, your heat gravitating towards his length as it chubs up to seek you out. when aang moves against you, you fall into step with his pace, naturally grinding with him as he eases you into a remarkable comfortability to express your body. “we always seem to end up like this, don’t we?” he muses against your ear, nipping playfully at the lobe as his hands traverse your undulating form. he’s everywhere, his body landscaping yours as you follow his lead in the dance. “you’re so…” little, he was going to say. distraction swiftly chases him, n suddenly he’s herding you with his wide-set frame to get you on your back on the nearest mat. “every time you move like that… when you sway like that - mmm.” he sucks in a breath through his teeth in his lip. his hand hooks in the crook of your knee, picking it up to scissor your legs open. it puts a sting in your hamstring when he tucks his massive figure between them, that long length pushing its way through your insides as he surges. “i like looking down at you. i like that you’re bite-sized.” he surges again, and you cry out, clutching onto him helplessly as he stretches you apart.

MINORS DNI 18+

you and AANG are so unprofessional around each other. everyone knows you and the avatar have a special relationship, not one found in any of his other friendships. you seem to be able to talk to him a different way, you’re allowed to stand that close to him. you’re called first, relied on first. when he’s troubled you’re trusted to be alone with him, and when he’s joyous you’re the one that’s in his atmosphere. it’s obvious to any observers that there’s a connection here to be envied. everyone wants to be around the divine figure, everyone gravitates toward him, wants him, wants his guidance. you seem to be the only person in the world that both receives his undivided attention… and also whose attention is coveted by the deity himself. it’s not just that you’re allowed access to him whenever you so desire, it’s the fact that he seeks you out. it’s a role no one else is even second to. you’re the exception, the one. of course, anyone can imagine why that might be the case, but they wouldn’t be able to go in depth in their imaginations without being at risk for blasphemy. one can’t simply consider the possibility that the avatar is sleeping with his advisor without the shame thinking about what that looks like. what your lengthy encouragement might sound like, “aang… oh, aang… right there - just right there—mmn—yeah, don’t stop - oh! ah—it’s so good, keep going.” what position the great one might take, how his hands would bite into the soft down of your flesh as he pins you, breathes your name, praises your efforts in taking him. “you’re incredible…” he exhales, “look at you. i - i can’t believe how good—hic—“ it hitches in his throat. “how good you feel. so warm…” he kneads your thighs. “so soft.” his voice breaks n he presses his weight further into you, splitting your legs open while you cry out. his length fully seats inside of you over n over again, dragging through your walls so wet and deliberately. he curses. “please.” he begs, squeezing his eyes shut as he whimpers every time you pulse around him. no one knows how you have the avatar come undone every time he’s inside of you.

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MINORS DNI 18+

one thing about AANG, he’s eating things out of your mouth. he doesn’t necessarily mean to - most of the time. you happened to pop a candy into your mouth when his lack of self-awareness caused him to affectionately kiss your lips and by proxy taste what’s behind them. a rich n sultry sweetness wets the tip of his tongue when he familiarly dips it into your willing n parted lips. the times when he’s feeling bolder and prone to teasing you, he’ll do it because he knows you think it’s gross, only this time he’ll try to take it from you. a big hand cups the back of your head to pin you in place as he tilts his, screwing in so he can delve deeper, fighting for the candy like a game all while you push and punch at his chest squawking your muffled and indignant protests. during more intimate settings, he’s been known to experiment with different tastes on your body. in the midst of the heat of love-making, sharing a bite of a decedent dessert passed between your mouths is a sacred act aang simply won’t shy away from. swapping spit and sliding frosting against each other’s tongues with each movement is part of intimacy for him - it’s part of you. he doesn’t quite understand your normal aversion to it. for him, it’s all a part of the privilege of loving you and being loved back.

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MINORS DNI 18+

for AANG, it’s always a tie between spirituality and sexuality. he’s always bridging the gap between the two, reasoning with you about how you’re at your most powerful when you’re orgasming. “come over. i’m making tea.” he says with an innocent smile, and when you sit down on his rugs he hands you a bowl so he can pour green tea into it made from the local flora. you sip it carefully, and he chooses then to mention, “it’s a potent aphrodisiac, did you know?” you have half a mind to spit it out. “i couldn’t believe my eyes. it’s very rare to come across it in this climate. i thought we could enjoy it together.” he muses before he takes a sip, and you watch the contours of his neck bob with the motion. “i was wondering…” he says dryly. “would you like to perform a full moon ritual with me tonight?” knowing full well you feel hot enough to shift in your seat. it inevitably devolves into what you expected, getting you alone to have his way with you. his body sweat glistening in the light as he plows you on the floor, having folded you in half, using his strength and weight to pin you. you cry things like: “more more more!” as he’s got a furrow in his brow and a grit in his teeth, determined to get you to cum on these rugs while you manifest your higher self. “i’m quite the shaman, aren’t i? you trust me to lead you down the path of enlightenment?” he exhales, grunting from the effort as you take him down to the hilt. you murmur an excited, “uh-huh! uh-huh!” while his thumb wedges between your bodies to get at your clit, asking another hard hitting question as you barely hold yourself together, “do you trust me?”

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MINORS DNI 18+

AANG is literally the king of licking your clit while he’s got his fingers inside of you. long, spindly, and poised digits delicately stroke your insides, lifting your hips from the bed or putting an arch in your back from their calculative ministrations. his darkened gaze watches you from over your mound as the tip of his tongue darts out to wet your eager bud. he adjusts into a more comfortable position while the piston of his arm remains faithful to the pace, his biceps swell as they hold him up. his tongue widens, cupping your clit in a wet embrace while your spine starts to ache from the constant bend. a low groan rumbles from the back of his throat as he swipes side to side, digging into your pearl with a deliberate and circular pressure. the tips of his fingers brush that spongy spot inside of you, and you feel a sting in your abdomen as it readies you for release, while a tongue flattening on your clit brings a certain kind of comfortable relief, a juxtaposing push and pull on your sex as aang proves his loyalty to you.

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MINORS DNI 18+

AANG had suggested stretching after a flirtatious comment like: “you seem tense.” implying a happy-ending massage that left you more or less disappointed when he clarified he was talking about some yoga. you roll your eyes as you stand your feet shoulder-width apart, miming his stance that he models for you to follow. “now, take your hand - that’s it. and… reach… there you go. you’re a natural, you don’t even need my guidance.” he commends, glancing at you as you bring both of your arms up and lean all the way over to one side like a willow tree in the wind. “now, the other side.” you do as you’re told, contentedly closing your eyes to quiet the mind and focus on what your body is telling you. you’ve seen aang do this thousands of times, you know the moves he’ll make before he makes them. you straighten, taking in a deep and calming breath, kissing your fingertips to one another and leave your palms open for “new beginnings.” you hear aang murmur a compliment about how well you’re doing. you inhale one more time, and when you release it, you bend down, pouring your body over itself as you reach for your toes. there’s that burn in the back of your legs, the good kind that lets you know you’re doing something right, releasing the stress in those tendons as you grab hold of the crowns of your feet. you feel it travel to up, your tailbone loosening as your hips open. it’s time for aang to check your posture and offer encouragement, but all you hear is, “i - i—um.” a pause for composure. “you’re—yes, that’s… ahem - very good.” no doubt you know where his gaze is glued to, probably wide-eyed and mouth hanging open, watching your thin robes contour to every curve of your taut form. he swallows dryly. “you look - it looks great. uh, maybe just—“ you feel tension release as you hold the position and so you sink deeper into it, bowing your head damn near between your shins. he interrupts himself with a sudden curse. “alright, alright.” he says frustratingly. there’s a popping sound in one of his limbs as he remembers what he’s doing and stands up too fast, marching over. his large body landscapes yours as it curls down and around you, thick biceps wrapping and locking around the backs of your knees. you squeal as he stands with you in hand, your feet sticking straight up into the air as your back is crushed against his chest. “i get it, i’ll help in another way - you cannot keep doing this to me.” he mutters chastisingly as he wanders off to a more private setting.