#spicy azulaang

[bearsandbeansart]

You drew Azulaang before? Care to make a spicy Azulaang pic?

I think I drew Azulaang once before, but it was a pencil sketch and I do not know what I did with it. But hey, here's a slightly spicy Azulaang for you; I hope this sketch was worth the wait.

[foxcort]

People I wanna know better.

thank you @thevanserrras for tagging me 💚🥰

Last Song? que sera by monoir, matteo & serena

Favorite Color? green, especially nature greens 🌿

Currently watching? derry girls and the last kingdom (of which i am putting off finishing both because i don't want either to end)

Last Movie? princess mononoke (for the first time!)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory? savory! with a little bit of spicy here and there

Relationship Status? single

Current Obsession? acotar & more recently atla (just discovered azulaang and sokkla and it has changed my brain chemistry forever)

Last Thing You Googled? apple tv troubleshooting bc my dad's wasn't working

Tagging: @bookishfeylin @feynessupremacy @bittermuire @riote @isterofimias @praetorqueenreyna @astrababyy & anyone else who wants to do it! and ofc no pressure if you don't want to do it!

[spicybadlucksav]

Dirty headcanons for azulaang?

Ooh, okay. I think we characterize Azula and Aang rather differently, but here goes.

NSFW under the cut ////

I lean towards both of them being switches. I think at first, Azula would have more experience under her belt, so she would dom Aang in the beginning. She’d introduce him to all sorts of kinky things, like rope play, anal, sensory play, and some BDSM elements like choking. She’d work her way up to pegging him eventually too.

But then Aang would feel his dom side awaken, and he’d surprise Azula one day when she comes home and he tells her to get on her knees. She’s surprised at first, but finds that she likes letting him have control. He’d tie her up and use some of the things she’s done to him on her, and Azula would have the most mind-blowing orgasms she’d ever had. From there on, they routinely switch things up.

Being the Avatar and the Fire Nation princess, they travel a lot. I think they’d get off fucking in as many places as they can, the riskier the better. So they’ve definitely fucked on Zuko’s throne, in the council room, King Kuei’s throne room (possibly even on the throne), and all sorts of other places. He also likes to tease her in public. They sit next to each other in meetings and he’ll be rubbing his fingers over her clit, making her squirm and nearly bringing her to orgasm right there.

They definitely like to experiment with their bending in the bedroom as well. Water tentacles, Aang using his firebending to heat up his cock or his hand, Azula using her firebending. I’d also like to think she gains a precise control over her lightning bending, and that really sparks things up (haha don’t kill me for that pun). Maybe an earthbending sex machine…

Phew, I need to write more Azulaang smut.

[authorjoydragon]

“Are you staring at me while I sleep again, Avatar?”

“Always.” He grinned wide, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She flushed and mumbled, “I really don’t get why you like staring at me so much.”

“Because you’re beautiful. And I like to gaze into the eyes of my soulmate.” Aang poked her side teasingly, leaning down closer to her face.

“Soulmate?” Azula scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Please, Aang. As if there’s such a thing.”

He hummed and rolled to his back, tucking his hands behind his head. “You don’t think so? The monks believed in soulmates, but they always told me that soulmates weren’t found; they were made.”

Read the rest here! For @avatar-march-madness Prompt Soulmates - Azulaang

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[barelyaware]

Day 3: Scars

@azulaang-week-2021

[writebecauseyoucannotbreathe]

Azula: These surveys are easy, Avatar. Look, "name, title, what did you eat for breakfast?" It's only three questions.

Aang: But they're so boring! I thought the Air Acolytes would have questions about Air Nomads instead of "Do you wear boxers or briefs?"

Azula: *clicks tongue*

Azula: See what happens when you assume the best in people?

Aang: (-_-)

Azula: *sighs*

Azula: Fill out this one and then send them the questions you want asked. Be more authoritative. Write, "these are the questions I'm going to answer next time."

Aang: That's a great idea! Oh, but I should probably answer these questions first.

Azula: Mmhmm. Name, title, what did you eat for breakfast.

Aang, counting off fingers: Aang, Avatar, Azula.

[aangopologist]

Every ship with aang works so well not just because he makes everything spicier and full of flavour but also because is 100% canon that everyone is in love or would fall in love with aang.

[stitch1830]

Azulaang 100. "Sit, relax, I won't bite." ?

Hello, and thank you for the ask! Here's a bit of Azulaang for your dash lol.

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Azulaang - #100 - “Sit, relax, I won’t bite”

“Come now, Aang. Don’t be a baby about this.”

The airbender shifted in his seat, his legs jittery and bouncing in place as he replied, “Gee, Azula. I really would, but I—I don’t know. Maybe we don’t.”

“It’s a tradition!” she adamantly yelled. “Are you really going to break our tradition because you’re scared?”

“I’m not scared!” he protested. “I just, I don’t really want to.”

“Aang, it’s our anniversary. This is the one tradition we have, and you are backing out on your vow!”

“I am not backing out of any vow! I just said that maybe we consider doing something different? Five years of this… It’s kind of getting old.”

Azula leaned back in her seat and practically slapped her hand on her forehead. She was astounded at the gall the Avatar had. Breaking traditions? On their anniversary, of all days?

Absolutely not. Not while Azula was sitting upright and breathing.

Sill, apprehension and tension could be seen all over Aang’s face, and she had the the urge to quell his fears, even if he was being the most obnoxious partner in the history of the universe at the moment.

“Aang, dearest,” she began, her voice level and filled with reason. “This is customary of our anniversary. Please just sit, and relax. I will not bite.”

Aang crossed his arms and grumbled. “You said that last time. But you did!”

Azula groaned and threw her hands up in the air, completely fed up with the man. “For goodness sakes, Aang! That was one time, and I said I was sorry!”

“Yeah, then you bit me the next bite of food after! No more.” Aang shook his head vigorously, and the firebender glared at him.

“You seriously won’t play the food guessing game with me this year?”

The airbender opened his mouth, then closed it. He took one look at Azula and saw her lower lip pout and her brows furrowed. Aang frowned; he really couldn’t say no to her. He let out a tired, loving sigh, and said, “Only if we use chopsticks from now on. I’m not feeding you with my fingers anymore.”

Azula beamed at Aang. Or maybe smirked, sometimes it was hard for the man to differentiate.

“Deal.”

[azulaang-chakras]

Excerpt from Chapter 7 of “The Travels of the Nomad and his Princess”

Aang and Azula had other ways of helping each other unwind after Sangrah. Sometimes, it was in the privacy of their tent when they set up camp far from any city or village. Other times, Aang would lead her to some secluded spot in the wilderness, where no one could find them. A few times, while they were visiting somewhere and acting in their official capacities as avatar and adviser, the thought of going a night without the other was unbearable.

A wiser person would call it a risk, to do what they wanted where someone could catch them. They understood that it was a risk.

They still took that risk. 

Frequently.

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Not only that, but also, Aang isn’t just a nomad. He’s the avatar. Meaning that he has to learn elements and cultures that are polar opposite to his own. I’m telling ya man. Azulaang works wonders. That journey would inevitably be longer and WAY more complicated then Zutara.

Aang wouldn’t just influence Azula, she’d influence him as well. I even imagine they have a full on psychological war. When that heat settles, the two of them live the nomadic/avatar lifestyle. They travel together, they ride together, heal together, help the world together, have fun together, build each other up, the works. Just the two of them.

Importantly, Aang learns to let go of Katara and he reaches his true potential. I imagine he might asks how Roku could still be married and still reaches his true potential. I made up the answer that his wife is not an earthly attachment but is something completely opposite. I call it: the beacon of ascension.

By the way, I imagine Katara being the first president of republic city as well as Zuko’s ambassador for the fire nation.

As for the azulaang family. One of Azula’s most strict and stern rules is: no favoritism allowed. Regardless of the circumstances. So she’d prevent Aang from getting all “picky” with his children. Whenever there’s trouble in the world, Azula and Aang would take turns, dealing with that trouble and spending time with the kids, when the kids were old and ready enough, the entire family go deal with trouble together.

By the time Aang passes, Azula serves as some sort of temporary substitute avatar, she fends off the red lotus, gives the order of sheltering Korra away out of suspicion and it’s revealed that the fire sage woman whom she breeds sky bison from season 2 of LOK, is Azula all along. When Azula also passes, she, like Iroh, arrives in the spirit world, reunites with Aang and they spend eternity together in peace, bliss, liberation and harmony.

"But Aang is a nomad"

"It's his culture"

I AM a descendant of REAL nomad people. All of my ancestors were nomads. (Though I am not living a nomadic life right now)

I try my best to be a good example of someone who knows their culture. Just like Aang.

However, Aang's defenders take it to the extreme and acts like him being a nomad is supreme to ANY problem.

(Life would've been easier if I had that pass)

Just because Aang is a nomad, it doesn't mean everything he does is perfect representation of the nomadic culture. In fact, I find him too goofy and irresponsible.

Stop using that "Aang is a nomad" as an excuse for bad parenting, (or going around everywhere, TOUCHING everything that is unnecessary) or just flying away from responsibility or just being pushy (possessive) person to Katara.

It fits in some ways as the fictional concept of 'airnomads', but it is nowhere near to "nomadic lifestyle". (I sometimes wonder if Bryke/writers didn't understand the meaning of nomadic lifestyle and just focused on the element 'air' itself.

Nomadic lifestyle can be similar to air, but to me, it is more like water. Adaptive)

And people throwing the excuses like that makes me feel like I'm being stereotyped by a bad example. 👀

Being nomad doesn't give me special treatment in those situations/areas.

Aang shouldn't have it, too.

[avatar-march-madness]

Day 3: Inappropriate Use of Bending

Summary:

What’s the point of bending if you don’t try to bring it into the bedroom?

AO3 Stats:

Tagged inappropriate use of bending

AtLA (Mature): 7 fics including Zutara, Kataang, Kanakku, Zutaraang, and Maiko

AtLA (Explicit): 39 fics including Zhayu, Zutara, Kataang, Azutara, Azulaang, Zukaang, Zukitara, TyZutara (Ty Lee/Katara/Zuko), Rangshi, Toph Beifong/OCs, Katara/OCs, Zukka, Zutaraang, Tokka, Sukitara, MaiLee, Sokkaang, and Sukkoph

LoK (Mature): 8 fics including Korrasami, KyaLin, Irosami, Makorra, and Borra

LoK (Explicit): 0 fics (guess it’s time to change that, hm?)

Fic Recs:

Drowning In You by @spicyswordlady - Zutara

drown me in the water by @badlucksav - Jiangtara

Severance by @orangepanic - Irosami

Say My Name by @authorjoydragon - Zutara

Art by @authorjoydragon​ posted on twitter for spicy reasons. (Twitter will be up and running soon, then we will link here!)

[spicybadlucksav]

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.”

[authorjoydragon]

Love the Azulaang stuff, it feeds my addiction

I’m glad!!! Happy to feed the addiction. I don’t have too many Azulaang stories but feel free to check the rest out on my ao3!

Besides Joy’s Azulaang Week, there is One Time at a Bar…, Just Shower Thoughts, and then a handful of snippets in Tumblr Requests! I will say most of my Azulaang content is nsfw 😅

[impossiblycolorfulpanda]

Azulaang - night

Azulaang week day 8. NSFW dialogue.

@azulaang-week-2021

Aang: "You wish to talk about last night Zula?"

Azula: "Here's the thing. I don't know what to say or do or think. All I know is that right now I want you to rip my clothes off right here, throw me into one of my bedrooms, you touch, kiss, lick, bite and suck every square inch of my body and you roughly jam yourself in all of my holes without mercy while your air acolyte fan girls watch and listen, wishing to join in. And you, ever the humanitarian, grant them their wish."

Aang: "..."

Azula: "..."

Azula: "That's probably a bad idea isn't it?"

Aang: "I dunno, it just sounds like I'd hurt all of you and I don't want to do that."

Azula: "If we don’t tell you to stop then it's cool."

[barelyaware]

Some Azulaang for @writebecauseyoucannotbreathe with Aang accidentally inventing the speedo

Full version under the cut since it’s slightly spicy