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[littlesillyladybug]

aang just wants to make it up to you :(

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.

[thisiswhereishitpostalot]

Forget all the mating press and full Nelson Aang fics…I need some soft sweet lotus position smut with him instead.

SOMEONE PLEASEEEEEE

[thisiswhereishitpostalot]

Forget all the mating press and full Nelson Aang fics…I need some soft sweet lotus position smut with him instead.

SOMEONE PLEASEEEEEE

[katsunoir-deactivated20260523]

I’m here for my fellow Sokka lovers, your writing for him is fab. 😭

Please could I get the smuttiest of smuts for him. Maybe fem!reader and the entire gaang are all out on a mission and in tents for the night and reader is having a sneaky rendezvous with Sokka but he can’t his voice down..

I’m filthy sorry 🫡 xoxo

Okay ngl, I was a little excited to get this one but I'm not sure filthy it'll get since it's just a thirst.

Now, let it be known that neither of you is ashamed of your new relationship; it's simply very new, and you both still enjoy the giddy rush of sneaking around. Unfortunately, Sokka cannot keep quiet enough to save his life. Earlier in the day, it had been easy to keep it on the down low, as you and Sokka had always been close, always giggling with one another, and he calls you his little apprentice as you're always ready to help him out with his inventions. Nobody batted an eye when you sat too close, heads bowed together, whispering because that's how it always was.

Nighttime is when it gets harder to explain the need to be with each other, and you thought that Sokka understood that, yet here you are contemplating stuffing his mouth so that he'll stop running it. Everyone else had already turned in for the night, the tents scattered around the campsite but not too far apart in case of emergencies. So, if you both wanted to keep being sneaky, it's imperative that he shut the fuck up.

Yet, the minute you pushed him onto his back and tugged his pants down, he was a goner. The second your lips wrap around the flared head of his cock, a groan starts building from his chest, rumbling on the way up and bursting out of his mouth when you start to suck on the sensitive tip. Your eager tongue traces the slit, greedily lapping up the precum that oozes out of it. Gripping the base of his shaft makes him buck into your hand, grinding up into your mouth as your tongue traces the underside of his length, following the pattern of the vein that's pulsing steadily.

Your back arches the minute your nose meets the coarse tufts of hair at his groin, and Sokka moans high and reedy when you swallow around him. You threatened to stop in between bobs of your head, but he didn't take you seriously since you hollowed your cheeks on the way up immediately after. Somehow he took that as 'be louder,' so he did exactly that. And you pinching his thigh did nothing but make him cum all over your tongue and down your throat.

Okay, now he's cum once, so you think he'd be less shameless with his noises, right? Wrong.

Now he's got you on your back, his thick cock buried snug inside you, with your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper than he already is. His cockhead threatening to kiss your cervix has your stifling your own noises by biting his shoulder. Sokka shudders, begging you to do it again and so you do, with each stroke that lights up your insides like a much you're keeping your noises to a minimum by littering those defined shoulders in teeth marks.

"fuck—fuck—fuck." Each curse is louder than the last because you keep involuntarily squeezing around him, pussy like a vice as he batters his cock against your sweet spot, the sponginess threatening to give way like a broken dam.

Your hand flies to his mouth because there's no mistaking the lilt in the words, the primal drawl that definitely gives away the fact that you two are up to something. His mouth opens in a silent plea, blue eyes dark as the furthest depths of the sea as he waits for you to realize what he's asking. His lashes flutter and his body sags when you shove two fingers in his mouth; he grunts around the now slick digits as his slightly sweaty hold on you tightens, hips rocking forward with renewed vigor. Now, he's temporarily silenced, but the slick sounds of skin slapping against skin is another thing because neither of you are trying to keep that quiet, not wanting to disrupt the pace that has you charging full speed ahead to nutting all over his dick.

Your fingers slip out, and before he can voice a complaint, you replace it with your tongue, and he's sighing deeply, licking into your mouth like a man starved. Neither of you hears the approaching footsteps as your hands fly to his hair and yank. He groans long and loud, his back nearly bowing as your tent rattles.

"Did you two fucking morons forget my tent is the closest to you?" Toph whisper-yells, bless her heart. You and Sokka share a wide-eyed look before you're covering each other's mouths to quiet the twin noises you both make as he slides out of you.

Toph's disbelieving "Holy shit!" lets you know that the sound of your lower halves separating was heard very clearly. "You two have five seconds and then I'm coming in!"

That spurred you into action as you you hurriedly flung on Sokka's shirt and righted your panties so they're not straining against the side of your folds anymore. Sokka only has time to throw a blanket over himself before the zipper separates and your best friend is stood there arms crossed, shit-eating grin on her face.

"So this is how I find out you're together?" She huffs playfully. "Thank the spirits I'm blind, though, because seeing you naked is NOT the part of the friendship I signed up for."

You and Sokka share a sheepish look, and then you're leaning over to kiss him just as Toph snatches your wrist to pull you up. "Oh, we are so talking about this; let's go!"

You're yanked out of the tent and tugged across the courtyard before toph speaks again. "Zuko, guess what?"

[ishikawasuki]

when i remember that one x reader fanfic i read at 2am on a random tuesday 3 years ago that permanently altered the trajectory of my life and then vanished off the internet forever

[junoip]

Me waking up to read fanfic like it’s the Morning news.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

🔧Work Place Chaos or how Sokka fuck's you on his work Bench.

A/n: I told them I'd do it cause I got tagged in the comments and here it is @thisiswhereishitpostalot . I hope I did your post justice.

Warnings: P in V, table sex , cream pie, Semi-public sex / public sex, googles stay on, clothed sex, dom!reader ( reader is in charge ).

Scraps of metal, half-built weapons, charcoal smudges, everything smells like heat and effort and him.

Sokka doesn’t even notice you at first.

He’s bent over the table, goggles pulled down over his eyes, muttering to himself as he adjusts something delicate.

“…if this doesn’t work I swear—”

You step closer.

He still doesn’t look up. “…I’m talking to you, piece of junk...”

Your hand slides over his back, slow, deliberate and that's what makes him pause.

“…okay, that’s not the junk—”

You press closer, your chest against his back as your hand drags down his side. "Sokka.”

He goes still then exhales.

“…hey.”

But he doesn’t turn around, not yet. Not even when your fingers slide lower, across his back then towards his stomach then his belt.

“You’re busy?” you murmur.

“Was,” he says, voice already roughening. “Past tense.”

Your hand dips lower, he inhales sharply.

“…okay!! yeah, definitely not working anymore.”

You press closer, your lips brushing his shoulder, a smile on your lips.“Keep the goggles on.”

That makes him choke out a laugh. “…what?”

You nip lightly at his neck. “I said keep them on.”

“…okay.” His voice cracks as his hands go to his belt, fast, hands shaking.

“Don’t stop talking,” you murmur.

“Hard to talk when you...” he cuts off as you palm him through his pants, “...oh, okay, that’s!! wow—”

He pushes his pants down just enough, his cock already hard, already reacting to you.

You don’t hesitate, your hand wraps around him.

Firm.

Sokka’s head tips forward, goggles slightly askew but still on. "…yeah, no, I’m not fixing anything tonight.”

You smirk against his shoulder. “Good.”You guide him, turn him then pushed him back against the worktable as metal clinks softly behind him.

“Whoa!! hey—”

“You talk too much,” you mutter.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before—”

You kiss him and that is what shuts him up, for about three seconds.

Then, of course because he was Sokka. “Okay—okay!!! no! keep doing that—”

Your hand slides between your bodies, pushing your skirt aside, guiding his cock to your pussy.

Sokka freezes for half a second. “…wait! are we?!"

You sink down onto him, slow, warm, your breath catching as he fills you.

His head falls back. “—oh. OH. Yeah, we are.”

Your hands grip his shoulders as you settle fully, your body adjusting, your hips shifting slightly.

The goggles stay on, and something about that, the way he’s looking at you through them, wide-eyed, completely wrecked already makes your stomach tighten.

“You like that?” you ask softly.

He lets out a breathless laugh. “I like everything right now.”

You move, slow at first, rolling your hips, testing as Sokka's hands land on your thighs immediately.

“Spirits!! okay, yeah...don’t stop—”

You don’t.

You pick up the pace, your body moving more confidently, your pussy tightening around him as the rhythm builds.

The table creaks under you.

Metal rattles softly.

“Workshop’s not built for this,” he mutters, gripping you tighter. “Not complaining, just, scientific observation—”

You lean in and bite his neck.

He groans. "Okay!! less talking, got it—”

You move faster, your breath hitching as his grip tightens. The goggles slip slightly again but he doesn’t take them off.

Doesn’t even think about it.

“You’re—” he starts, voice breaking, “..you’re gonna...ruin...me—”

You smile faintly. “Good.”

Your hips snap down harder. He groans louder this time, his hands digging into your thighs as his control starts slipping.

“Okay!! no, now I’m not....thinking—”

“Then don’t.” Your hand presses to his chest, holding him back as you keep moving, your rhythm sharp, confident, your body chasing the pressure building fast. “Sokka—”

“Yeah! yeah, I’m here—”

His hips start moving with yours now, trying to match you, trying to take control but you don't let him.

“Stay,” you murmur.

He freezes for half a second then groans softly as his eyes close for a moment. “…that’s not fair.”

You tighten around him.

He loses it.

“....okay!! nope!! done! done, this is it—” His grip tightens as he thrusts up harder, meeting your pace, the rhythm breaking into something messy and intense.

Your breath catches, the pressure snaps as your orgasm hits, your body tightening around him as you gasp his name.

Sokka follows right after, groaning as he buries himself deep, his hands gripping your thighs as he comes.

For a moment everything stills, just heavy breaths echoing in the room until Sokka's voice breaks the silence. “…did we just—on my worktable?”

You laugh softly. “Yes."

He nods slowly. “…worth it.”

You glance at him. “…you kept the goggles on.”

He snorts. “You told me to."

You lean in, brushing your lips against his. “Good.”

He grins. “…we’re doing that again.”

[thisiswhereishitpostalot]

Work of art 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[leefsfandombooknook]

Ok let’s go. here’s my request 👀 please and thankssss

The vibe:

Sokka and fem!reader and in an established relationship. They’re being all cute in his workshop and things get heated. Mans closes his shop just so he can have the privacy to DEVOUR her on his workshop table. While they’re getting at it she tells him to leave his goggles on cause she “wants to see the inventor work on her”

Ahhhhh Sorry, I’m terrible

Sokka x F!Reader ; Goggles

a/n: ty for my first req, i'm hitting so many personal milestone goals and little writer heart is gonna explode!!! also i loooove this idea, i saw you post abt it and i just needed to write abt it. i wrote something for sokka in his workshop so i'm gonna write this kinda like a second scenario to my prev sokka fic!! i know it kinda left off like a cliffhanger at the end but im still learning how to write smut so bear with me

cw: sokka being a tease and reader matching his energy, flirtin n kissin n stuff, inappropriate usage of a work space, nicknames like pretty girl, bigdick!sokka, sokka begs a little bit, sokka is a MUNCH i will always have him eating pussy, reader is brat coded but not necessarily a brat

Genuinely, it hadn't been your intention.

Sokka had been so excited to bring you into the workshop on one of your very few days off to watch him work; to watch him do the things he loves, and bring all of his ideas to life. It was fascinating to watch him dork out, and you told him as such.

"If I'm a dork, then you're a nerd. All you do is crunch numbers and look at trade routes all day!"

"That doesn't make me a nerd! That just makes me a very organized individual. These trade routes are for your parts and doo-hickeys!"

He snorted at me, a playful grin looking painfully good when as the muscles tensed along his defined jaw. This was the part you loved about Sokka most, how you and him could banter all day long, laugh together -- childish nicknames and blowing raspberries included -- and he just looks that good during it all. Funny and hot? A deadly combination to your heart. There was a certain guilty pleasure of it all, for you.

You both drifted back into a comfortable silence as you observed him work. Him looking over blueprints, grabbing parts from random bins, some that needed welding; you looking at him. Watching him slip the worn down goggles over his head and focus in on all the finer details, while you focused on the finer details of the subtle outline of his arms beneath his winter coat.

You stood from a safe distance as the sparks flew, but close enough to watch the tension near his temple sharpen beneath the straps his goggles, the way his jaw set in a firm line. His concentration was undeniably sexy, but the true guilty pleasure came from his gear -- the primal urge of a strong, working man triggering the dumb switch in your brain. You would never, ever admit that to him though.

He'd tease you to no end because of it; press you with questions you'd be too shy to answer. There were many nights were Sokka hadn't been home -- for either an Avatar mission or some other duty to the Southern Watertribe -- where you'd dipped your fingers into the puddle of slick that had formed between your legs from picturing your husband in his work gear. Picturing that serious expression on his face being aimed towards putting in the work on you.

No, you'd never tell Sokka about that. But part of you really wants to. With his prior invention having you squirting all over his work station, you wondered if maybe he'd be into it?

"See something you like, pretty girl?" His tone was teasing, but mainly un-serious. If only he knew how he had cracked the code and delved straight into your deepest thoughts, he'd never let it go. So you ignored the blush you felt spreading across your cheek, scrunching your nose at him. "As if, you look like the walls of a coal mine." A sexy coal mine.

He had soot covering his fingers, and a smoky smell filled the room, stepping back an observing his work. An hour had passed with your thoughts consumed by how good he looked, and Sokka grabbed the nearest rag and wiped his hands clean as he walked your way, "All in a hard day's work! You hungry, though? I was thinking of taking a break and grabbing a bite to eat."

He lifted the goggles off of his head and shrugged off his apron, and you watched the beads of sweat drip down his face. You trailed it down his neck, watching it disappear past his well-defined collarbone and under his parka. Your tongue swiped past your lips to wet them, finding your mouth suddenly dry -- which unfortunately, Sokka caught -- before you cleared your throat, "Yeah, some food sounds nice. I could eat."

You weren't talking about food but again, another thing you'd never tell him. Sokka's ego was your greatest enemy, but it had also put you in some of your favorite positions. It was an internal struggle of which way you preferred stroking your husband -- his cock or his ego.

He stopped for a moment, eyeing you up and down; noticing the subtle rub of your thighs, the blush you were so clearly trying to hide, and the faintly hazy look in your eyes. He had no clue what had gotten you going in the past hour of him working, but he was for sure gonna find out. Mainly so he could do it again.

Wordlessly, he walked over to the door and you stood to follow, thinking that for once you had escaped a round of teasing from your beloved.

But the thought is foolish.

A soft click followed by the scraping of the door's lock and latch stopped you in your tracks. Sokka turned back around and acted casually, stretching his arms above his head with a small grunt that sounded achingly familiar to your cunt. A sound he usually made when he was lapping between your folds and nearly driving himself pussy drunk, the images of those times flashing vividly in your mind. You knew you were about to get exactly what you wanted -- what you had fantasized about -- but the thought of being caught with these dirty thoughts made you nervous.

"You know, I just remembered I had brought something with me to eat."

Sokka walked over without an ounce of urgency, a devilish grin splitting his face in the most frustratingly handsome way; his arms leaning past you to trap you against the work bench you had stepped in front of. "I was always taught not to play with my food, but.." He gave you every opportunity to tell him to back off, and as much as you wanted your guilty pleasures to be kept secret, you simply couldn't push him away when he looked that good.

He trailed off, leaning in close, hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear, "You just look so good when I play with you, pretty girl. Gonna tell me what got you so worked up? I've barely eve said anything this whole time." He nibbled softly on your lobe, and you had to focus to keep that little gasp in. A sharp breath exhales from your nose as you try not to melt straight away, "Now why would I do that? That'd be too easy for you."

His kisses left a hot trail down the side of your neck, gentle but the nips at the column of your throat had a strangled whine betraying your composure. There was a pinch at your hip at your response, Sokka huffing and pulling away just enough to look at you. He was so, so close to you and the growing heat in the room was affecting the both of you; the sweat still trailing down his neck and you couldn't stop watching.

You felt so pathetic trying to fight this, why couldn't you just tell him? But at this point, that would mean losing this game you and Sokka were playing, and you hate losing. Most times. Your thoughts were turning to mush, picturing what it'd look like if you let him win, though.

"If the way you're looking at me has anything to say, I won't have to work for it too hard." You squealed by the sudden show of strength, being lifted and sat on his work bench. Sokka makes quick work with tugging your waistband down and past the swell of your ass without you even having to lift yourself. He drags you to the edge of the work bench and kneels down, hands gripping the outside of your thighs, "Since you wanna play hard to get, I'll just get my pretty wife to squeal it out for me. Tell me when I get it right, yeah?"

He didn't even give you a chance to respond before his nose was dragging over your clothed slit, bumping that sweet little bundle of nerves in a way that made you twitch. Your thighs spread apart without thought, your body reacting to him on autopilot, "Sokka, wait-"

"My baby talks so sweet to me but won't tell me what I did to earn all this? How cruel of you. Is that what it is? You thinkin' of me being cruel to you and you're just showin' me what you want?" He mumbled into your folds -- still unable to keep from talking your ear off, even while buried nose deep and chin dripping -- fingers drifting up your thigh and to your hole. His skilled tongue putting just the right amount of pressure against your sweetest spot, a confession began building just as quickly as your orgasm.

He pulled your underwear to the side, plunging his tongue straight into slick you'd been trying not to admit to, tearing the sweetest moan from you throat. He was determined to make you talk, but it was hard for you to form the words to tell him when he was tracing a love letter into your pussy with his tongue. His lips wrapped around your clit, giving a sharp suction followed by gentle licks.

He knew exactly what made you crumble and you couldn't even deny that you wanted him to make you crumble anymore, as your arms gave out from holding you up; you flattened back against the expanse of the wooden bench under you, crying out loud enough that you worried you might be heard from a passerby. God, why was it so eaay for him to break you down? After being together for so long, you think it wouldn't affect you the way it is right now, but here you are after barely being touched.

Sokka's fingers dipped into your core with practiced precision, a wrecked sound leaving his own mouth, "Fuck, sweetheart. I can make it mean, you just gotta say what you want. Always gonna give you what you want, always. Just gotta use that pretty mouth to tell me."

His fingers drove straight into that gummy spot and stars appeared behind your eyes, his eagerness to learn what it was that made you tick was borderline obsessive; he had to know what it was if it made you this eager and sensitive. Even he was fading into the haze of the atmosphere, nearly desperate -- because how could there be something he knew nothing about that made his wife cream on his fingers -- he was gonna have you spread on this table like one of his blueprints until he figured it out.

He didn't have to work very hard or for very long with the combination of his calloused fingers dragging just right inside of you, and the soft nibble at your most sensitive part; you were coming undone in seconds.

Being worked up for over an hour and Sokka being as determined as he was was an earth shattering combo.

He savored every drop dripping out of your hole, moaning into your cunt that still gripped his fingers tight, begging for more.

"C'mon baby, ready to tell me yet?"

You were still catching your breath as Sokka stood from his spot between your legs and stripped off his parka, his sleeveless undershirt emphasizing the size of the biceps he had earned through all of his hard labor. He reached up to take off his goggles during his strip down, but you sat up quickly to grab his arm. He blinked down at you in confusion, the haze fading for just a moment. Your face was crimson as you looked away to floor, legs closing as shyness began to take over.

"I just... I think you look really good in your work clothes. In your..."

You swallowed the embarrassment as you willed your gaze to meet his again, "I like the way you look in your goggles."

The way his eyes widened, lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning was almost terrifying. Sokka's laughter bubbled up before he could stop it, watching the pout form on your lips instantly -- you retracted your hand from his arm, but he caught it before you could go anywhere -- the thumb of his other hand coming to tug on your lower lip. You nipped at his thumb but it held no venom; he moved his hand to cup your jaw.

"Is that all? Was my sweet girl too shy to say how hot her husband is while he's making the coolest inventions ever?"

Never gonna live this one down for sure. "No, I just didn't wanna inflate your ego too much. For all I know it's gonna burst at any moment, you ass."

The hot and heavy tension was broken completely by the laughter you both dissolved into, wrapping your arms around each other. You leaned your head against his chest, and Sokka rested his own head atop of yours. A sweet silence fell over the workshop, your orgasm still buzzing quietly in your veins, until, "You know I have to fuck you now, right? Love you so, so much but the mental game you just put me through caused a bit of a problem. Now it's your turn to fix something and we can call it an apology."

The twitch of something swelling and heavy against your inner thigh reminded you that you were, in fact, mostly naked on Sokka's work bench once again; he worked his pants down with one hand, just enough to let his cock spring out, while gently pushing you back down.

He lifted your hips off the edge of the wood and shifted his own, aligning his leaking tip with your eager hole. Both of you groaning low as he slipped in slowly, inch by inch, adjusting as he wrapped one arm around the back of your waist while he shifted his goggles back onto his face. When he bottomed out, he switched back with ease, using both his hands with a bruising grip around each thigh. Not hesitating to set a brutal pace right away. Your back arched and you swore at him, the pain of no adjustment time mixing so wonderfully with the pleasure of one of your fantasies coming true.

Sokka laughed down at you, watching the way you reacted. Through his own grunts, he spoke with a strained rasp, "Told you I can be mean. I know that isn't what you asked for -- fuck, you're so tight -- but I really need this apology, baby. Y'know you hurt my feelings, keeping all these dirty thoughts to yourself." He punctuated each word at the end of his sentence with a deep thrust, pushing your thighs towards your chest.

"My wife loves how I look when I'm working?" Tears rolled down your cheeks at the feeling of some definite bruising your cervix would have for the next few days, "Bet you were thinking about this exact thing, feeling me work you out like one of my inventions. Pretty girl, all you ever gotta do is ask."

He's just so, so big and it's so overwhelming, the orgasm it rips from you is sudden and blinding. You're looking at the exact version of the person you love most, that you've been fantasizing about for so long; even in the back of your fucked out mind, you know it isn't your last orgasm of the night.

[thisiswhereishitpostalot]

NSFW 18+

Appealing to the ATLA Sokka writers again. Here’s an idea for you.

Sokka is able to get fem!reader to squirt for the first time and afterwards shes like “are you sure you’re not a water bender?” Loooool

Im a filthy sinner. forgive me.

[thisiswhereishitpostalot]

Appealing to the ATLA Sokka writers. I need a smutty scenario where Sokka and fem reader are hooking up in his workshop and she tells him to keep his goggles on..

Please.. I need someone to deliver

[mothercain]

is it true that it's happening to everybody?

baby it really and truly is

[novakrouge]

CURLY GIRL KIYOOMI

[amezure]

Support me on PATREON 😿💧

[andorology]

brooding men who cannot communicate their feelings if their life depended on it are only hot when they're fictional. if i have to deal with one in real life i will curse him and pray for his downfall every night before i go to bed

[kestrel-tree]

It's because the writer communicates their feelings for them. If people wanna pull that off in real life they need to hire a guy to walk around behind them narrating.

[bananonbinary]

#can i be the guy#ill narrate SO incorrectly#theyll all learn how to talk for themselves just to shut me up (via @cirrus-grey)

i'm loving the implication that this isn't something they hired you for, but something you'd do as some sort of public service.

[ahedderick]

[passionpeachy]

rose leopard gecko 🌹

[skulkingfoxes]

This year's christmas card!

[only-cat-memes]