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your n1f fic was so fucking amazing thank you for that masterpiece

Thank you for reading! It’s been a while since that fic has gotten some love <3

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Is there such a thing as a spicy Zutara week and the like?

There’s been a zutara smut week in the past, and more and more nsfw friendly events are popping up all the time. We’ll see what events are planned for this year ☺️

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secret relationship

Pairing: Linko

Written for Day 2: Secret Relationship for @avatar-march-madness

NSFW under cut ////

Lin is almost done with her paperwork when a knock—his knock, two taps, a pause, another tap—comes at her office door. She looks up, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall, and a lick of anticipation curls in her stomach.

“Come in,” Lin says.

The door opens, and Mako, looking handsome and fresh despite a long day of work, steps in, closing it behind him. She hears the lock click into place as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Everyone’s out for the night,” Mako says, his voice dropping to a low hum.

At that, Lin leans back in her seat, appraising Mako hungrily and making sure that he knows it. If the way he squirms is any indication, he knows just what’s in store for him. Shit, he’s probably been thinking about it all day. Lin knows she has.

“Good,” she says as she gets to her feet. “Come here, Detective.”

Mako crosses the room and goes behind her desk. Lin places a hand on his cheek, stroking her thumb in the hollow beneath his eye for a moment. Then she drops her hands onto his shoulders and pushes him into her chair.

“Hands behind your back, Detective,” Lin commands as she grabs her handcuffs.

Mako’s amber eyes are already glazing with desire, and he readily obeys her. Lin grabs his handcuffs from his waist and spins the chair so his back is to her before she links the handcuffs around his wrists. Then she hooks his set around the chain of her handcuffs, and then to the wooden back of her chair before she turns him back to face her.

“It’s been a very long fucking day at the end of a very long fucking week,” Lin says in a low tone as she begins to remove the outer pieces of her uniform. “And I’ve been thinking about this for twice as long.”

Mako licks his lips, and Lin can’t deny the way it makes heat twinge between her legs. She doesn’t quite know how things got to be like this with Mako. Lin is no stranger to flings and brief relationships with beat cops or detectives; this is, however, the first time she’s engaged with one of her subordinates since becoming the chief of police.

But the power dynamic between them isn’t what gets either of them going. Nor is it that fact that there’s three decades separating them. Truthfully, Lin isn’t sure what it is, but she isn’t going to question a good thing.

“Me too, Lin,” Mako admits, his eyes pointedly raking over her as she sheds her top, leaving her in her white undershirt. “I’ve been so hard, waiting for this all day.”

Lin’s gaze drops to his crotch, somehow only just now noticing the bulge straining against the dark material of his trousers. Now it’s Lin who licks her lips. She can’t wait to taste him.

She hurries to finish stripping off of her clothes, although she takes care to fold them and set them carefully on the desk. Lin can practically feel the tension rolling off of Mako. It’s taking every ounce of his self control for him not to beg her to fuck him. Lin loves it, how desperate he is.

She turns to him when she’s fully naked, warming pleasantly when she sees his eyes take her in. One thing Lin never expected was to feel so beautiful with him. Mako is young, barely twenty five, with a gorgeous body that may as well have been carved by Agni himself. She’s in good shape herself, but there’s no denying her age—her gray hair, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, the wrinkles around her lips, the way her skin is not as tight as it once was and her tits are nowhere near as perky as they were when she was his age.

But Mako doesn’t care. He worships her body like she’s some young, beautiful mover star. If Lin isn’t careful, she could fall in love with him for that.

She can’t think about that right now, so instead Lin busies herself with unbuttoning his shirt. He wears an undershirt just like she does, but his shoulders, collar, and the top of his chest are exposed, and it’s enough for her. Next, Lin makes quick work of his belt before she tugs his pants and underwear down.

His cock is hard, throbbing and red and weeping precum already. Lin almost drools at the sight. Instead she sinks to her knees in front of him and rubs her hands across the tight muscles of his thighs. Yellow bruises pepper the creamy skin on his inner thighs; fading evidence of their last night together. Lin kisses each of them gently, pleased at the way he sucks in a sharp breath.

The closer she gets to his cock, the stronger the scent of his musk becomes, and she can’t help but breathe in deeply, almost intoxicated by the smell. Lin never really cared about oral before Mako, but ever since she got on her knees for him the first time, it’s like she’s addicted. They start almost every session like this—not that either of them complain.

“Are you going to tease me tonight, Chief?” Mako asks her, his voice already rasping.

Lin meets his gaze. “Maybe,” she purrs. “What are you going to do about it if I do?”

His teeth flash in a white grin. “I’ll take it.”

“I know you will.”

And maybe, if it hadn’t been a week since she last had his cock in her mouth, Lin might tease him. But tonight she’s too impatient for that, too desperate to have him. So instead, she laves her tongue over the head of his cock before she sucks him into her mouth.

Mako groans, his head tipping back as she swirls her tongue along his ridge. His thighs start to tremble, and Lin knows he’s just as worked up as she is. She hollows her cheeks and bobs her head up and down, taking more of his cock into her mouth. It’s not long before she’s swallowed his entire length, and Mako moans, a soft metallic tinkling echoing in the room as he struggles against the handcuffs. With it come his praises.

“Oh fuck, holy fuck, Chief, that feels so fucking good. Love the way your mouth feels on me,” Mako rasps breathlessly, his entire body twitching. “So good, look at you, you’re so fucking gorgeous and perfect and—ah, fuck.”

Lin pulls off of him, a trail of spit and precum leading from her lips to the tip of his cock. She knows him well enough to know when he’s getting close, and he’s already there. Lin slips her hands under his shirt and traces her fingers over his abs until she plucks his nipples.

“I know it’s been a week, but we can’t have you finishing so soon,” Lin tells him as she skims the sides of his pecs and back down to his hips. “Not if you want to make me come with your cock.”

Mako’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, the object in question twitching deliciously. “Of course I do, Chief,” he manages to say. “I want to feel you spill all over me.”

Lin leans forward and kisses the tip of his cock before she gets to her feet. She straddles his knees with her thighs, moving until his length just brushes along her curls. Mako makes a keening noise in the back of his throat, his arms flexing against the handcuffs.

“Careful, Detective,” Lin warns as she places a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t want to leave a mark. People will start asking questions.”

Mako bites his bottom lip. “Maybe you should uncuff me then,” he suggests. “It’s been a week, Chief. Please. I just want to touch you.”

Lin climbs carefully onto his lap, tucking her knees against his thighs as she straddles him. Mako groans as she drags her folds over the head of his cock. Lin sucks in a breath as he brushes over her clit before she pauses, her entrance poised just above his length.

“But where’s the fun in that?” she asks teasingly. Then she sinks onto him.

Mako’s head falls back as he groans again, his entire body spasming as he adjusts to her. Lin can’t help but moan herself as he stretches her. For a moment she sits on top of him without moving, soaking up the way she feels, so full of his cock. She leans forward and trails issues up his neck, feeling his pulse jump beneath her lips.

“You feel so fucking good,” she breathes against his skin before she traces his jugular with her tongue.

“Fuck,” he swears, his voice strained. “You do too, Chief.”

Lin pulls back, rocking her hips against him. She presses her lips into a thin line as she studies him, taking in his flushed cheeks and the thin sheen of sweat glistening on his pale skin, and is surprised at the way her heart suddenly swells in her chest, full and warm in a way she hasn’t felt—hasn’t allowed herself to feel—in…too long.

“Mako,” she whispers, and it’s far from normal for them. He’s always Detective, just like she’s always Chief.

Mako’s golden eyes land on her, and she can see his confusion at the use of his name. “Yeah, Chief?”

She licks her lips. “Call me Lin.”

He looks even more confused now, and surprised, but Mako doesn’t question her. He rarely does. It’s not blind trust, no, but trust that they’ve built, first through working together on cases, and now through this, these intimate moments between them that were just supposed to act as stress relief. They’re both too busy for relationships and dating. That’s why this began.

But now Lin realizes that maybe they’ve gone too far. She cares about him, maybe more than she should. There’s a million reasons why they shouldn’t pursue this, why this never should have started. She’s his superior; he’s thirty years younger than she is. But it’s not like they can undo this.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Mako’s voice cuts through her stupor, and Lin realizes that she’s only been rocking her hips slightly, lost in thought. She blinks and meets his gaze, seeing the concern in the furrow of his brow and the slightly-downturned set of his lips.

“I’m fine,” Lin says, recovering quickly. “I was just—it doesn’t matter.”

With his hands cuffed, he doesn’t have much of a range of motion, but he leans his head forward until he can nuzzle her jaw. Lin swallows hard but she leans her head against his for a moment.

“Talk to me,” Mako murmurs, his lips over her pulse.

Lin closes her eyes, sighing softly. “I don’t want to talk about it now. Can we talk about it later?”

“I’d rather not, not if it’s bothering you.”

“It’s not bothering me, it’s just—” Lin pauses, sucking in a breath. Now, with his cock still hard and twitching inside of her, is probably not the time for this. “Hold on,” she mutters.

She climbs off of him before she spins the chair and uncuffs his hands. Mako turns back towards her, his hands immediately finding her waist and pulling her towards him. She lets him, wanting the comfort of his touch.

“Mako,” she begins slowly. “We’ve been doing this for months.”

He’s been rubbing circles into her hips, but now he stops. “Are you saying you want to stop?”

“No,” Lin says quickly, maybe too quickly. “That’s not—that’s not what I’m trying to say.” She pauses, takes a breath, and meets his gaze. “Mako, I think this…has gone further than we meant it to. You mean a lot to me. As more than a detective.”

He blinks, shock registering in his gold eyes. Lin holds her breath, waiting for this to backfire. She’s a fool, isn’t she? There’s no way that Mako feels like she does, is there? This is just sex to him. He’s too young to think about serious relationships.

“Lin,” he says slowly, stroking his hand up her back. “I…I feel the same way. I’ve felt it for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, or how to bring it up, or what might change because of it.”

Lin lets out a breath. “I do, Mako. I do feel the same.” She cradles his jaw before she leans down and kisses him. “We can figure the rest out, okay? We’ll figure it out later.”

Mako kisses her back, his grip on her tightening. After a moment he stands, lifting her with him, and sets her on the desk. She’s supposed to be in charge, but she’s the one who uncuffed him, and as his mouth leaves a blazing path down her throat, she doesn’t want him to stop.

She wraps her hand around the base of his cock and guides it to her opening. Mako thrusts, burying himself inside of her effortlessly. Lin moans as she feels the way he stretches her. Every time feels like the first time. Mako’s groan is muffled in her neck, and then his lips are on her skin as his hips begin to move against her, and Lin gives herself over to her bliss.

Mako moves above her, his hips carving against hers in a steady rhythm that takes her breath away. Her fingers grapple for purchase along his shoulders as pleasure resonates from her core, building each time his cock buries itself in her center.

Their breath mingles as the scent of sex fills the air. Her desk creaks under their weight but she knows it’ll hold. Hopefully it’s not gouging scratches in the floor every time it slides, or people might assume, but that’s a problem for tomorrow, later, any time but now.

The pleasure rises within her to an all-time high, and Lin comes undone with his name on her lips and his heart pounding against hers. Mako is all around her; he’s everything she tastes, touches, feels, smells. It’s his breath on her neck and the rippling muscles of his shoulders beneath her fingertips and his hair tickling her temple and fuck, she loves him.

She loves him.

She loves him.

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Spicy headcanons for Valentines Day

I’m just in a mood 🔥🔥🔥🔞

Anyways, Zuko loves Katara’s pussy more than anything else. His favorite thing to do is eat her out. Frequently and enthusiastically. Katara loves it because she’s never been with a guy who begged for it like him. Zuko doesn’t view it as a special favor; it’s absolutely integral to their sex life for him. He loves how she looks, tastes, and smells and he just can’t get enough. And of course, practice makes perfect so he’s very skilled with his tongue. He also makes these soft little moans between her legs while he’s going at it.

Zuko is also completely confused at men who think it’s gross. How could you be attracted to women and not want to put your face between her legs all the time? He’s also down to slap a dude across the face for demanding BJs but never going down on his lady.

Pussy eating king for the win 👑

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The Angel of Death

FISTS YOU

And then you Die

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I drew some spicy Sukka for some of my friends (and for myself, ngl, we need more Sukka smut in this world).

I think these two would go from absolute freaks to the softest most vanilla couple you’ve ever met, and there’s no in between.

Cropped art below the cut. See the full version on my spicy Twitter. And if you like my stuff and wanna support me, consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi or subscribing to my Patreon for more spicy art.

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Here in the middle of Fanfic Comment Writing Month, I’d like to say a few words about commenting specifically on smutty fanfics

Someone else may have covered this elsewhere, but this is my take, speaking mostly for myself but also hopefully taking into consideration the feelings of other writers who do what I do.

Smut writers appreciate comments just as much as any other kind of fic writer. The things we write about may be considered Not Fit For Polite Society, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t have the same need for assurance that we did a good job. In fact, we might need it more, because it takes courage to reveal the things that we encourage readers to imagine, and comments give us confidence. I’ve been doing this for almost twenty years, but I still have to close my eyes sometimes while typing a particularly scintillating phrase. Knowing those phrases are well-received is very reassuring.

That said: Exercise care in the specific content of your comment. Some writers are totally fine with readers telling them that they fapped. I happen to be one of them. (I crank ‘em out so you can crank ‘em out, that’s my motto, and if you tell me that your time was well spent, and then I feel that my time was well spent, if you take my meaning.) However, not every author needs that much information. Some writers have had bad experiences in the past – perhaps, for example, with a reader who thought that writing smut signals IRL sexual availability on the part of the writer. (It does not!) So if you are not sure what level of comfort the writer has with specificity in comments, use discretion.

There are understated ways to say that you found a fic ;) satisfying ;) “I’ll be in my bunk” was popular a few years back, or maybe something like “I did not know this was my kink, but apparently this is my kink now.” Or a simple “Unf” will do.

Smut writers also appreciate positive feedback about aspects of the fic that are not smut. I love it when readers tell me that they enjoyed the characterization in my PWP, or that they found the fic funny. (Where I was trying to be funny, that is.) You can always point out a writer’s prose, pacing, any aspect of the story you enjoyed; praise doesn’t have to focus only on whether you found it be the horniest shit ever.

If you can’t think of anything else, even a “Lovely!” or “I really enjoyed this!” means a lot. Because of the type of content we write, smut writers understand that readers might be reticent about leaving so much as a kudos while logged in. For this reason, we appreciate even the smallest comment all the more.

Leaving comments on smutty fic benefits you, too! Like any other writer, smut writers are encouraged by positive feedback. So taking the time and having the willingness to leave a comment might help make the difference between getting a sequel or not.

If you would like to leave comments or kudos, but don’t want to do so under a recognizable username, consider commenting as a guest [instructions here], or setting up a side account for the purpose. It’s more effort, I know, but as with all of fandom, the extra engagement can be its own reward.

Thank you @faficowrimo!

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have a little patience

Rating: E

Pairing: Wanorra

For @ideklolwat

Summary: Korra wants to listen to her pro-bending match. Wan wants to fuck. He’s not being very good.

NSFW + warnings under the cut ////

Warnings: mommy kink, choking, inappropriate use of bending

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“You’re not going to let me hear the rest of this match, are you?” Korra asks from between gritted teeth.

Wan feels a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. “You said I couldn’t move my hips, Mommy. You said nothing about my hands.”

“You sneaky little brat. I’m going to have to punish you, aren’t I?”

Wan swallows hard. “Yes, Mommy. I’ve been a bad boy.”

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another way to warm up

Rating: E

Pairing: Zutara

Warnings: cockwarming, oral sex, come swallowing

NSFW under the cut ////

“I know a good way to warm you up,” Katara says, her voice quieter now.

Zuko glances at her, but her eyes are on the fire. A slight frown creases his lips. “What is it?” he asks.

Finally, her gaze slides to him. He can’t quite name what he sees in her eyes, but Zuko knows that it sends a shiver down his spine that has nothing to do with the cold.

“It’s best if I just show you,” she replies, her voice a low murmur. “Do you trust me?”

“It’s not going to hurt me, is it?”

She snores softly. “No. But I’ll need you to take the rest of your clothes off.”

Zuko swallows hard. She wants him to get…naked? He supposes that makes sense—the chill seems to have permeated every layer of his clothes, all the way to his bones.

“You want me…?”

“Naked,” she says. “Yeah, it’s the only way this will work. If you don’t want to, you can say no. But I promise it’ll warm you up.”

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For kinky bingo! Could you please do Zutara sensory play with Zuko getting his nipples played with 🙏🙏🙏

Of course! We both know how much he likes that 😏😏

senses for @atla-multishipping-bingo

Fic includes sensory play, blindfolds, light bondage, food play, water tentacles/inappropriate use of bending, pegging, and belly bulge kink.

Nsfw under the cut ////

“Close your eyes.” Katara’s voice is a soft purr in his ear, her tone gentle but commanding. Zuko closes his eyes immediately. “Good boy. But I want to make sure you keep being my good boy, so I’m going to put a blindfold on you, okay?”

Zuko nods as he swallows hard. “Whatever you want to do to me, Master.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

After a moment, a soft strip of fabric—silk, if he’s not mistaken—slides over his eyes. He feels Katara’s cool fingers brush over his temples before she ties the blindfold gently behind his head. Her fingers trail down the back of his neck and along his shoulders, raising gooseflesh on his skin. He holds himself still as her hands travel along his arms, feeling the curves of his biceps. It tickles as she touches the sensitive skin on the inside of his elbows and works her way down to his wrists and back up to his shoulders again.

“How does that feel?” she asks softly.

“Very good,” Zuko replies honestly, his head cocking in the direction of her voice.

“Good. Can you stand up for me?”

He’s been kneeling naked on a pillow on the floor beside the bed, but now he stands up. He can sense Katara standing behind him. His skin prickles, and with his eyes covered, his hearing is heightened so he can hear her gentle breathing.

“Get on the bed and lay on your back.”

Zuko does as he’s told, the cool silk sheets feeling amazing against him. He listens as she moves onto the bed, kneeling beside him. His entire body is shivering with anticipation, waiting to see what she’ll do next.

“We’re going to play a little game, love,” she tells him. “I’m going to touch you with a variety of objects, and I want you to guess what they are. Does that sound like fun?”

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Merry Christmas, Iroh

Rating: E

Summary: Asami sends Iroh out for some last-minute gifts on Christmas Eve, only to surprise him with a present when he gets back.

Slightly NSFW under the cut ////

With a huff, Iroh shakes off the cold as he ducks into his apartment building. Fresh snow has been falling all day, and he can feel it melting in his hair. Christmas is tomorrow, and of course, Asami has sent him out for some last minute things—somehow, she’s forgotten stocking stuffers for Tenzin’s kids.

At last, the elevator deposits him on the top floor. Still shivering from the cold (the heat is one thing he misses about the Fire Nation), Iroh hurries to their door, his numb fingers fumbling with the keys. He’s going to give Asami an earful about sending him to the store on Christmas Eve, when everyone is rushing to get last-minute items. He’s pretty sure a grandma bruised his toes running his boot over with a shopping cart.

But any complaints die on his lips once he opens the door and sees Asami standing in front of the tree in a red silk robe, a Santa hat on her head and black stockings peeking out from the end of the floor-length robe. She’s also wearing a pair of fuck-me pumps, bright red, and a sliver of heat licks at the base of his spine.

“Have you been a good boy this year, General?” Asami purrs as she puts her hands on her hips, a sultry pout on her lips.

Oh fuck. “Yes,” he manages to say.

Asami takes a step towards him, her fingers toying with the sash of the robe. “Then why don’t you unwrap your present?” she asks.

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Truth or Dare

Day 5: Trapped together for @avatar-sunken-ships-week

Pairing: Irosami

Summary: Asami finds herself trapped in a records closet at City Hall with General Iroh, whom she’s been pining after for many years. To pass the time, they decide to play Truth or Dare, which takes an interesting turn.

Iroh steps into the closet, and Asami opens her mouth to warn him not to touch the wedge she’d stuck under the door, but she’s too slow: the toe of his boot connects with it, sending it flying across the floor. The door swings shut behind him, effectively locking them in the room.

“Shit!” Asami exclaims as she moves towards the door, already knowing that the endeavor is useless. She’s never understood why this door automatically locks like this. Surely, she and Iroh aren’t the first to be stuck in here.

“Uh oh,” Iroh says sheepishly. “Did I—”

The door knob rattles uselessly in her hand. “Yes, you did.”

“Shit,” he says. “Sorry.”

Asami exhales through her nose. It’s fine. This is fine. If she knocks on the door long enough, someone is bound to hear them and come unlock it. She raises her hand to rap her knuckles against it when Iroh stops her.

“I wouldn’t bother. We’re the last two in the building, I’m pretty sure.”

Asami looks over her shoulder at him. “What?”

He shrugs. “I saw the maintenance man on his way out. He asked me to lock up.”

She leans her forehead against the door. That means that they’re stuck in here for at least the next twelve hours, until someone comes in the morning. Which means the paperwork she needed to get done tonight is going to be late, and it means she’s trapped in this record room—which is really just a glorified closet—with Iroh until then.

She’s locked in here with Iroh.

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What are some of Taang’s dirtiest fantasies they want to try in bed? 😈😈

First of all I typed up a long ass reply and tumblr deleted it so fuk u dumblr 😡 ANYWAYS.

Ho ho hoooo naughty anon. 😏 I’ll broaden this to the kinkiness of Taang in general.

- These guys are freaks! They love bondage especially. Tying up or being tied up.

- Toph isn’t a sub, but she will sub for Aang. They often fight for dominance and it just turns them both on even more. (Aang often loses, but he doesn’t mind. And Toph never complains when he’s the one in charge.)

- They like to play with their bending and push their limits.

- Aang gets pegged in this relationship. It’s just a fact. (And he’s the one who fantasized about it and brought it up first!)

- They slowly realized that they’re exhibitionists. They love the thrill of almost getting caught, and really they don’t care if anyone sees or hears them. They aren’t shy about sex.

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Katara: dom or sub?

Zuko: I guess Domino’s, since I don’t go to Subway that much. Don’t see why you’d put them in the same category though.

Zuko, walking into the room later with both Domino’s and Subway: oh I see I was mistaken.

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Clandestine Meetups

NSFW Under the cut

@azulaang-week-2021

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Azulaang sexual tension/sparring + water tentacles/daddy kink?

Here you go! 😏

Bend and Break for @atla-multishipping-bingo

NSFW under cut ////

Azula lands on her back, the air leaving her lungs in a whoosh. Before she has time to react, she feels cool tendrils of water wrap around her wrists and ankles, pinning her to the ground. She lifts her head and glares as Aang walks towards her, the tendrils controlled by one hand and a victorious smirk on his lips.

“Looks like I win, Princess,” he draws arrogantly. “Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll let you up.”

Smoke curls out of Azula’s nostrils as she continues to glare at him. “And if I’m not nice?”

“Then maybe I’ll leave you here for a bit to think it over,” he returns. A thoughtful look comes over his face. “Or perhaps I can think of another way to punish you…”

A tremor of heat runs down her spine at the promise in his words, but Azula doesn't let him see the effect he has on her. Instead she curls her lip.

“I’d like to see you try, Avatar,” she sneers.

His smirk turns into a cocky grin. “I bet you would.”

He raises his hand, the one night controlling the tendrils keeping her pinned. She watches as he splits a fifth tentacle from it and curls it teasingly over her body. Azula sucks in a sharp breath as the cool water passes over her pulse point. She juts her chin out; an invitation. Aang lets out a low chuckle before he lets the tentacle trail further down her chest.

She’s wearing only a loose shirt and pants to train in rather than her armor, and she’s grateful for that when the tentacle laps at one nipple. With the layers of clothes, the sensation isn’t as strong as it could be. Azula’s nipples are quite sensitive, a fact that Aang enjoys greatly. Now he swirls the tentacle over her nipple, letting the water penetrate her top. She holds herself still as gooseflesh crops up on her skin, but she can’t stop the soft whimper that passes through her lips.

“How’s that for a punishment?” Aang taunts her, his voice dropping into a low rasp that is just as alluring as the teasing tentacle. “I can do that all day.”

Azula looks up at him and smirks. “You think that’s a punishment? Just a little tease like that? You’re weak, Avatar.”

He arches a brow. “Is that so?”

Suddenly, there are two tendrils teasing at her nipples. Azula shivers as the water soaks into her shirt and droplets race across her skin, flushed from their sparring. Aang watches her as his water laps at her nipples, teasing them into hardened nubs that stand against her damp shirt. Azula bites her tongue to hold back a moan as heat gathers between her legs. But she won’t tell him how much she likes this. She knows he can be cruel and leave her wanting if he wishes to. But she also knows that he loves this just as much as she does.

“What about now?” Aang asks her, giving her nipples a sharp flick to punctuate each word, and now Azula can’t help but squirm.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” she says, somehow managing to keep her voice level. “But I think I need more of a punishment.”

He cocks his head to one side. “Hmm, I think you’re right.”

Suddenly, Aang leans over her and hooks his fingers into the waistband of her trousers. He tugs them down over her hips, leaving her bare right here in the middle of the training yard. She knows they’ve locked the doors—this isn’t the first time their sparring match has ended up with their clothes off—but that doesn’t mean some servant won’t come by with a set of keys. They’ll have a show, at least.

“Mm, you’re already dripping for me,” Aang purrs as he bunches her pants around her knees. “Look at you. Such a bad girl, aren’t you?”

Azula bites her lip. “I need you to punish me.”

“Oh? Do you want to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

Azula looks up at him from beneath her eyelashes. “Yes, Daddy.”

His teeth flash in a carnal grin. He swirls the water over her nipples again before one tendril snakes over her stomach, heading for her center. Anticipation coils tightly in her belly, and it takes all of her self-control to keep still. She wants him, and she knows that she can only have him if she obeys.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you with my tentacle,” Aang purrs at her as he lets the water rest on her mound. “And maybe then, I’ll let you come on my cock. Does that sound nice?”

Azula nods. “Yes, Daddy. Please fuck me.”

“I like it when you beg, but I think I want you to be absolutely quiet,” Aang tells her as he slides the cool tentacle over her folds. “Not a noise out of you—or you don’t get to come. Do I need to gag you, or will you be a good girl for me?”

Azula nods again, more fervently now. Yes, Daddy. I’ll be perfect for you. Let me come.

Aang chuckles. Then he presses the slender tip of the tentacle between her folds, drawing it from her dripping entrance to her clit. Azula snaps her eyes shut, her lips pressed into a tight line to suppress a moan. One of his tendrils is still flicking at her nipple while the other teases over her clit, and she realizes that he might actually break her this time.

It’s been their game for months, ever since they started sleeping together. Aang pushes her to her limits, but Azula never breaks. Whatever demands he sets for her, she always exceeds his expectations. But this…? Well, it feels so nice that Azula might have to bite her tongue to keep herself quiet.

“Look at you, trying so hard to be a good girl for me,” he taunts her. “Let’s see how much you can take, Princess.”

Aang slips the tendril beneath her shirt, passing the cool water over her breasts. Azula bites the inside of her cheek now as it grazes her hardened nipples. He watches her, waiting for her to utter a moan or whimper. When she doesn’t give, he sets his expression in one of determination and presses harder on her clit, rubbing it in tight, torturous circles. Her hips jerk, but Azula doesn’t make a sound.

“I’m impressed,” he drawls as he continues his ministrations on her. “Just how much will I have to push before you cry out my name, Princess?”

There’s a retort on her tongue, but Azula swallows it. They spar verbally just as much as they do physically, and Azula usually wins at that too. But not today. No, today the winner is the one who keeps quiet. She’ll beat him yet.

Aang must see her determination, because suddenly the tendril travels back down to her entrance. Azula’s thighs are trembling, arousal pooling hotly in her belly. It won’t take much for her to reach her peak, but Aaang knows exactly where to touch her to make her come undone. He won’t do that just yet. He’ll do it when he deems she’s deserved it.

Her head tips back as he presses the tendril inside of her. Her breath cuts off as she stretches to take it. She’s always marveled at the way water can become something like a solid object, as solid as the collection of dildos in her bedroom drawer in the palace. She only wishes that fire could be so versatile. Her bending, at least, comes in handy for temperature play and wax play, and both of them enjoy that greatly.

Stars burst in her vision as he fills her with an agonizing slowness. She feels the water pressing against her walls, cool and teasing, as he keeps control of the tendril licking at her nipples. She wants to rock her hips against the tentacle buried in her pussy, but she doesn’t want to push Aang. If she’s nice and quiet, he’ll let her come.

“Look at you, so full of my tentacle,” Aang growls as he pushes more water inside of her. “You love being filled like this, don’t you? Nod your head like a good girl for Daddy.”

She does, her head bobbing jerkily as she presses her lips together. Moans threaten to flow out of her mouth, and Azula swallows them back.

“I’m going to fuck you now, and remember, you have to stay quiet,” he says. Azula gives another unsteady nod of her head.

The first thrust of the tentacle almost breaks her—she feels the moan build from deep in her chest. But she doesn’t let it come up, even as her back arches against the pleasure. Aang rocks the tentacle into her with slow, deep thrusts, the water lapping at her walls in all of the right places. Her lips part in a silent gasp as there is suddenly a new tendril circling her clit.

“You look so beautiful like this,” Aang tells her. “So teased and desperate. You want to come so badly, don’t you? Too eager to wait for my cock. You want to come just like this, don’t you?”

Her eyes flutter shut as he gives a particularly deep thrust, the water swirling over the sensitive place inside of her that he knows just how to touch. Yes, she thinks. I want to come just like this. Instead of saying anything though, she just nods fervently.

“Good girl,” Aang hums with an approving smile. “When you come, I want you to say my name. It’s the only sound you can make, okay?”

Azula nods again, biting her lip against a whimper. Aang’s smile turns into another grin before he picks up his pace. Azula’s hands curl into fists where they’re still trapped by the water bonds, her hips bucking of their own accord as the tentacle slams into her. He sets a brutal pace without reprieve, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The tighter her pleasure winds in her belly, the harder it becomes to remain quiet. A sheen of sweat covers her skin from the effort, and it’s a struggle to keep focused enough to remember to stay silent. There is water everywhere: wrapped around her wrists and ankles, lapping at her nipples, teasing at her clit, thrusting into her throbbing pussy.

Her hips find a rhythm to match his thrusts, and soon the bliss is too much, white spots bursting in her vision as her spine arches. There’s a cry on her tongue, and Azula only hopes that when she opens her mouth, it’ll be his name that comes out. Her climax unfurls, washing her in pure bliss.

“Daddy!” she cries out, her breath ragged with her desperation. Aang thrusts harder into her, and her breath catches, another moan nearly spilling past her lips.

But Azula clamps her mouth shut, and she doesn’t utter another sound. Aang continues to fuck her until her climax finally fades. He withdraws the water, leaving her feeling blissful and empty. She sits upright as he frees her wrists and ankles, her whole body quivering.

Aang helps her to her feet before he pulls her pants up over her hips lovingly. He slips his arms around her waist and draws her against him, until she can feel his hot length pressing against her thigh. Aang kisses her softly.

“Such a good girl for me,” he murmurs in her hair. “I’m surprised you were able to hold out.”

Azula pulls away from him, a smirk curving her lips as she reaches down and cups his length. “Shouldn’t you know by now not to doubt me?”

He sucks in a breath between his teeth. “I should, yet you always take me by surprise.”

“Good.”

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