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day 2, amon: masks

kinktobruary day 2

amon x reader // legend of korra

summary: amon is an enigmatic leader, but someone you would follow till the end of time. it doesn’t bother you that you’ll never see the man behind the mask. really.

tw/cw: 18+ only, minors dni, masks, under the table BJs, not really kinky till the end? more introspective/character study

word count: 1.8K

Amon never takes his mask off.

You’ve grown intimately aware of Amon in one kind of way, in the manners of flesh, in the way bodies can move and fit against each other in different configurations under the moonlight, but he remains as closed off as ever in every other aspect of his life. He remains a man of mystery.

Even now, as you work your hands over his throbbing length, he betrays little beneath the mask. If you weren’t attuned to the unique signs of his arousal—the way his breath catches ever so slightly when you curve your wrist, the narrowing of his dark gaze, the tendency for his fingers to twitch and grasp at something, as if he’s not used to being at someone’s mercy—you wouldn’t be able to tell he was enjoying this. But because you’ve grown used to staring up at those dark eyes and what little of himself he offers during these intimate moments, these are things you can count on. Things that make Amon somewhat less of a figure, and more of a human.

In contrast, you’re bare. He doesn’t ask you to bare yourself to him, but he does ask that you take your mask off. He says it’s so he doesn’t forget your face, but you know Amon. You know his keen eye to detail, his attention to body language. You’re sure that he could recognize you in a crowd.

You wonder if he just wants it to feel less impersonal to him. And maybe part of you hopes that, by letting him see you like this, bared open, he’ll also decide to bare some of himself to you.

Regardless of masks, there is another clear indicator of his arousal—the hard column of flesh in your grasp that throbs at your every expert movement.

He sighs raggedly, and you take it as a sign to lean down and pucker your lips around the head of his cock. There’s not much of a scent to Amon. He smells clean, like soap, with a hint of ruggedness, like pine. When you take him deeper into your mouth, his breath hitches ever so slightly, and he starts making short, quick thrusts into your mouth.

“Now,” he says, and you pull off, substituting your hand for your mouth. Amon is a kind man; when he finishes, he never makes you swallow his release. It dribbles into your fist, and you’re reaching for a tissue.

Then he’s getting up, buckling his pants. All business, no time for loitering. “...Good work,” he says, with the air of a man who is used to giving commands, but there’s a tinge of hesitance, a keen attention to his phrasing, as if he himself is not sure of where the boundaries he’s drawing are. 

Nonetheless, as you nod, murmur a thank you to him as he slips out and stands guard so you can get dressed in peace, his hooded eyes imprinted into your thoughts. The image stays with you throughout the day.

—

Amon, you learn, is a man of restraint. Even when he’s hard underneath you, above you, inside of you, he rarely cracks his calm, measured demeanor. And even the cracks you do see are hairline tears in his persona. 

The night you started this affair of yours, though, is an entirely different beast. It was a victory for the Equalists, after one of the rallies amassed over a thousand spectators. The movement was growing, your voices gaining more and more traction. Back at the base, there was fanfare, celebrations. You had one too many drinks of Narook’s special mix, and even Amon, amidst the celebrations, decided to indulge in one or two. He caught you in a corridor, and amidst his commendation of the way you’d taken down benders in your last raid, something shifted in the air. At some point, the two of you grinding against each other like teenagers, your mouth nipping at every bit of exposed flesh on his neck... Amon lifted his mask just enough to sloppily press his lips against your neck. You remember the warmth of his lips, like the rice wine warming both your bodies.

While Amon’s goal as leader of the Equalists is to give everyone a fair chance, to level the playing field, in the bedroom, he rarely extends that to you. Amon in the bedroom is a force to be reckoned with, all commands and heated looks, and rough caresses. He has you wrapped around his finger, and all he has to do is glance at you. 

He took you on the simple couch in his office, the legs creaking menacingly with every one of his sharp, efficient thrusts. Efficient. That was how he liked to  fuck, much like how he led. But throughout the night, it was a mesh of both efficiency and fervor. Fire and ice.  Almost as if Amon himself was struggling with these own urges.

And in the end, when he was grunting out your name, his release drying cool on your thigh, he handed you his shirt to clean the mess. It was a small act, and he said nothing to accompany it, but the way he reclined next to you and your breaths moved in tandem said everything you needed to know.

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He glances at you from the corner of his eye, just a glimpse, his hand hovering over your head. You always feel small under Amon’s grip, under the hands that could take away people’s bending, that are capable of taking on the Avatar herself, but this time even more so. The Lieutenant drones on and on about the next phase of the Equalists’ plan in this impromptu meeting: the takeover of City Hall. Your own hand is wrapped around Amon’s throbbing, stiff flesh under the table as he takes charge and lays out their line of attack. 

While the two of you are usually not this risky, you had little time to prepare, since the Lieutenant and his men had burst into the room just as you lowered to the ground. Amon quickly scooted you deeper under the table, and to all extents and purposes, looked nearly unaffected, if it weren’t for the exaggerated stillness to his form. 

A lick to the head of his cock has his fingers tangling in your hair, tightening in warning, his gaze discretely roving over to you. And then, when you slip the head between your lips, he leans forward slightly. The meeting drags on, Amon tightening his grip every so often when your sucking gets too exuberant. Papers are shuffled around, voices rise in argument, and then, as the door to his office open and the members of his task force slip out, he slips you onto his desk, his mouth hard and unyielding on yours. You feel the barest hint of stubble against your cheek, and you press harder against him, but then’s parted from you, his mask slipping back over his chin. 

The way his hands maneuver your body to a position he likes is as fluid as water. Almost smoother than the way he slips off both your pants, his girth parting you. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders. 

Something about trying to fuck in Amon’s office while the Lieutenant and his Equalists hover just outside has you feeling more on edge. Each of his thrusts feel like they split you to your very core, and you eventually have to bite down on his shoulder. He groans at the pain, his hips slapping rougher against yours.

“Hold on, I need to tell Amon something,” you hear, just outside his door. As the sound of footsteps draw closer, the both of you still. The air between you stills as well. Oddly enough, you can feel Amon’s muscles flexing, almost imperceptibly, balls deep as he is inside of you. The doorknob rattles, then there’s a pause. There’s the sound of choking, then a howl of pain from outside. Eventually their voice grows quieter, whether with distance or pain, you can’t tell. But it almost sounds as if they’re being dragged away against their will...

“What was—”

Amon silences you by hilting himself in you once more. Your breath catches, and he starts rolling his hips into you with a frenzy. He fucks you hard and fast, almost invigorated by the thrill of nearly getting caught. When he grasps your thighs, dragging you closer to him as he buries his length into you, you cry out. His next thrusts misses its mark, his dick sliding against your mound before his release splatters in ropes onto your stomach. You’re trembling, adrenaline rushing through your veins as his gloved fingers brush against your clit, rubbing furiously to stimulate your hypersensitive nerves until you also reach your end, your entrance clenching around nothing.

Amon pants into your shoulder, his breaths echoing against the hollow wood of his mask, and for one, measly moment, your fingers twitch with the yearning to take it off. You’ve often fantasized about what he looks like. To your knowledge, he’s never showed anyone outside of the Lieutenant. You could picture him—a strong jawline, piercing, intense eyes… but that urge dissipates as your fingers trail across his mask, towards the top of his mussed hair before smoothing it back.

He stiffens against your touch. There’s a pause as if he’s attempting to comprehend the domestic action. When he addresses you, the ice glazing his usual commands is gone, replaced by the lull of waves right before a typhoon approaches.

“We have a rally in ten.”

“...Of course.”

“I trust you’ll make it there alright?” He pulls away from you, his eyes searching you, looking for something Loyalty, perhaps? Your feelings? 

You bare them all to him, as you have nothing left to lose. 

“Yes, sir.”

As you’re putting your pants back on, feeling oddly dejected, for whatever reason, he stops you with a clearing of his throat.

“After… After the Equalists manage to bring down Republic City, perhaps we can… celebrate.” He hesitates. “In... other ways as well.”

You smile softly. “Yes, sir, I would like that.”

Amon may not be the most transparent leader, but you would follow him through the shipwreckage of the modern bending world. Perhaps he sees you as little more than an outlet, and you;re fine with that, really. You would take what little he offered you and make the most of it, as you had done with most or your circumstances.

And when it came down to it, maybe the man who was inside you was a man who didn’t even know himself, much less was someone for you to attempt to piece together. Still, in those moments where your bodies stayed connected past the cool of his ardor, and he seemed reluctant to leave… He never seemed more human than then.

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Amon/Noatak x Reader | Fear (Pt.1)🌧

Prompt: You’re a Waterbender from the South Pole and ever since Amon first made an appearance, you’ve been terrified. One night when you’re leaving from the Air Temple, you’re attacked by chi blockers and forced to face your worst nightmare.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None

“Dinner was amazing! Thank you, Pema!” You smiled and the pregnant woman smiled warmly.

“It’s no problem, (Y/N). It’s always pleasant to have you around.” You stood up from your seated position and waved goodbye to everyone.

“Awe, do you have to leave, (N/N)?” Ikki whined and flew onto your shoulders. You chuckled and squatted down, putting her onto the ground.

“I wish I could stay but you’ll see me tomorrow!” You grinned and she looked up at you with puppy-dog eyes and a pout. You sighed and looked at Korra who was smirking at you, her head leaning on her knuckle. You gave her a blank look and put up your middle finger. Tenzin’s mouth dropped and he ‘fainted’, whereas Korra burst into laughter, falling back onto the ground. Pema rolled her eyes with a smile and started to clean up the plates. “I really do have to go now, take care, everyone.” They replied with a goodbye and Tenzin muttered his, his arms crossed tightly. You chuckled and walked out of the Temple.

The sky was beautiful. It was a cloudless night, but it was chilly. You brought your arms close to your body and shivered. You walked to where the sky bison were kept and found your polar leopard caribou, Aiya, snoring. You giggled and gave her stomach a big scratch. “C’mon, Ai. Time to go,” You said and she yawned and stood up. You mounted her and carefully exited the area without waking any of the bison.

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You finally made it across the lake to Republic City. Aiya walked slowly with her head low and her body tired. You stroked her shoulder and leaned forward, wrapping your arms around her neck.

“I know how much swimming takes out of you, Ai, sorry.” She let out a small pant. Her hooves were heavy on the concrete of the deserted street, illuminated by the street lights and the crescent moon. The sound echoed, adding a lonely but eerie sense. You weren’t far from your house. You unwrapped your arms from Aiya’s neck and sat up. You looked around, feeling paranoid. Ever since Amon and his chi blocking assholes appeared in the city, you’ve grown tense and paranoid, especially at night. Even though your bending is stronger, that didn’t mean you could take on the chi blockers or even Amon himself. You heard a faint pad of footsteps and Aiya perked up her head, ears twitching in all directions. You gulped and scratched her shoulder to try and calm her and yourself.

“I’m- I’m sure it’s nothing.” You tried to convince yourself. You heard the noise again and Aiya stopped walking. She took a defensive stance and started growling. You gripped her harness tightly, palms sweating. You gripped your water-filled pouch that resided on your waist. Suddenly, you heard the sound of electricity buzzing and your heart dropped. Aiya roared when two chi blockers jumped from the rooftops of houses. One of them landed on Aiya’s back and you kicked them off. She roared again and started to sprint. Another blocker stood in her path and lunged at her, electrocuting her. She cried in pain and she went limp. Tears brimmed in your eyes and fury surged through your body. You pulled out some water from your pouch and fired sharp ice at the blocker that knocked her out.

“Barstad!” You screamed and melted the ice and shot a torrent of water in their face. They fell back and you leapt and straddled their waist. You gave them a sharp uppercut and you were about to land another blow when one of the others attacked you, blocking your chi. You cried out in pain and fell limp. The blocker that was previously grounded you gave you a kick to the face. You growled and tried to fight back to no avail. You heard Aiya let out a strained growled and you whipped your head around painfully to see the other blocker fire the spinning ropes at Aiya. “NO! LEAVE HER ALONE!” You screamed. You heard electricity buzzing behind you and quickly felt the pain of it. Your vision started to blur and you saw a truck skid to where Aiya was and five other chi blockers came out, firing more ropes at Aiya. She failed to fight back. One of the new blockers fired a rope and her muzzle, stopping her from roaring and biting. They electrocute her again and started to heave her onto the truck. The blocker electrocuted you again and you groaned with your teeth clenched.

“Aiya. No,” You whispered and then everything went black.

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Your eyes slid open slightly, everything becoming a blur. You kept blinking harshly and your other senses started to come back. Fear washed over you. You had no idea where you were, where Aiya was and if she was ok. It didn’t help that your wrists were tied tightly above your head. Your feet were tied too. You felt sick and scared. You looked around and took in your surroundings. The floor, walls and ceiling was made of splinting and creaky wooden planks. In the corner was a candle on a steel stool, the only source of light. The room extended into darkness. You heard voices approaching. Your head snapped straight and adrenaline filled you. Then, a familiar face came into the candlelight. A face you had seen in your nightmares. Amon. You felt every small bit of hope and happiness extinguish, in the room and inside of you. Six chi blockers stood behind him in an arrow formation. Inevitable tears began to well up in your eyes at the very presence of him.

“Cut the ropes,” His deep voice commanded and two chi blockers sliced through your bondages. You fell to the ground and backed to the wall. The blocker walked back into formation. He began walking forward. His chi blockers followed but he held up a hand and they backed away. You gipped your water pouch and he smirked. “You see, this is what's wrong with benders.” He crouched down and grabbed your wrist tightly. “Their first instinct is always to attack.” You cried in pain when his grip tightened. He threw your wrist out of his grip harshly and stood up. You tried to do the same but your muscles just shook. You groaned in pain and he gave a smug smile under his mask. He turned his head to his followers. “Leave.” They nodded and vanished into the darkness.

You looked away from him for a few moments. Then, you attempted to lunge at him and punch him but your muscles locked painfully. You lost control of your own limbs. Your eyes widen in fear and confusion. You were forced to sit on your knees. The feeling drained away as quickly as it started and you looked to the ground. The tears in your eyes pooled more, threatening to fall.

“Where is Aiya?” You said in a stern and low voice. He chuckled. But said nothing. “WHERE IS SHE?!” You yelled, the tears falling down in fear.

“Tut tut tut. So aggressive,” He scolded and you growled. He leaned down and gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Don’t worry. That won’t be a problem once I purify you.” His hand reached for you and you screamed.

“NO!” Fear took over. “Please don’t,” You cried. He stood up straight, retracting his hand. You moved your arm that was covering your face and you stood up finally. He ran toward you and pinned your wrists above your head. His face was dangerously close to yours. You could feel his breath.

“Why should I make an exception for a pathetic waterbender like yourself?” He queried.

“I- I don’t know,” You muttered, your gaze dropping in helplessness.

“Hmph.” He pulled back and slowly took off his hood. He started to untie his mask. It fell off his face and you gasped slightly. He was handsome. You closed your mouth quickly and he smirked. He leaned in again, extremely close to your ear.

“I’ll spare you. It would indeed be a shame to see a pretty face like yours be just plain pathetic and not special. But heed my words, if you tell anyone about our little meeting, it won’t just be your bending that’s gone.” His deep, husky voice rumbled in your ear. You panicked at the threat. “Am I clear?” You nodded. He dragged his lips across your cheek and gently brushed over your lips. Your face heated up. He pressed his body onto yours and you gripped his torso.

“Your leopard is outside. Leave and never let me see your face again,” He said against your lips before pulling back. You sprinted out of the room, into the darkness. You looked back and Amon had put his mask and hood back on. He started running at you and you continued running. The chi blockers had gotten rid of your bending water and you cursed. You made it out of the abandoned warehouse and you saw Aiya laying down on the ground.

“AIYA!” You called happily and she immediately stood up and roared, leaping toward you. She pinned you down and purred, licking your face like a dog. You giggled, forgetting about the situation you were in for a brief moment.

“C’mon. Let’s get outta here.” You mounted her and she sped off. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Amon, standing at the entrance of the warehouse. You made eye contact for a moment before you turned your gaze away. You bought a hand to your lips where Amon’s had just been.

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You finally arrived home and you quickly unlocked the double door, allowing Aiya to walk in. She flopped onto the ground and you sighed, taking off her harness with a bit of a struggle. You trudged to your bed and laid down, the previous events of tonight replaying in your mind.

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A figure was perched on the rooftop of a house, gazing at another. Yours.

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New fan fic finished!!

New Amon/Noatak x Reader fanfic is up now! I hope you all enjoy.

https://wxntersouljapods.tumblr.com/post/188444579361/amonnoatak-x-reader-fear-pt1-prompt-youre