A:TLA; centi_porn Collection Post: Aang/Katara. Complete!
Due to the graphic nature of these short little drabbles, they are unable to be posted on fanfiction.net unless I want to get my ass kicked off the site. So, for your viewing pleasure (if you manage to see these), here are the collection of smutty drabbles for the centi_porn challenge. My fandoms have evolved, and now I'm dipping into Avatar: The Last Airbender's main canon pairing: Aang/Katara, also known as Kataang. Also, I replaced a theme to try something new for a change.
Challenge Table: Aang/Katara
Complete!
01.
Kiss
02.
Naked
03.
Arch
04.
Tremble
05.
Scar
06.
Warmth
07.
Rip
08.
Ice
09.
Blind
10.
Couldn't
11.
Restraint
12.
Repose
13.
Wake
14.
Strain
15.
Use
01. Kiss
Their first kiss was innocent. Their second kiss was desperate. Their third kiss was relieving. Their fourth kiss was quick. Their fifth kiss was long and hard, the anticipation overwhelming in the wake of a waging war. Hundreds and thousands of kisses later, too many to even begin to count, they were more heated, more passionate. They drifted from the safe area of the face-from her nose, forehead, cheeks, and lips to her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and between her thighs; from his chest, to his abdomen, to anywhere that was normally covered by clothing. There were no limits.
02. Naked
His eyes raked over her nude form, still so darkly tanned in the moonlight. She blushed prettily under his gaze, still so shy to being nude around him. He smiled at her as he removed the rest of his clothing, now joining her on the bed.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked, caressing her cheek with a warm smile.
Even though she had originally felt vulnerable, he knew exactly what to do to make her comfortable. Her blush deepened as she batted her eyelashes at him with a coy smirk, “I hope you’re going to show me.”
03. Arch
When he was younger, he appreciated her curves, her form when teaching him the skill of waterbending. As he aged, he noticed how certain curves expanded with time (most of all), and how some toned as she trained and fought alongside him-he appreciated those more. When they became intimate, those curves that was usually hidden behind loose-fitting garments were bared to him in their glory in the moonlight bedroom. Her tanned skin glowing, her beauty mystifying to him. The arch of her back as she moaned his name, her face screwed up in raw ecstasy, was his favorite of all.
04. Tremble
Her eyes spoke volumes to him; the cerulean gaze he knew to be so passionate, so sure, was nervous and apprehensive with every move. He knew she wanted this as much as he did, but by hearing wives’ tales, he also knew she feared the worst.
“Are you sure about this?”
She trembled against her will as he cupped her cheek tenderly. “I love you more than anything else in this world, Katara. I would never intentionally hurt you. It would hurt me too much.”
Fingering her own betrothal necklace on her neck, she nodded finally with a reassuring smile.
05. Scar
He laid on his stomach, baring his back to her. The scar brought a lot of anguish to them both, time and time again, as they remembered how exactly he received it and who gave it to him. A lovely sheen of sweat covered his back after a rather strenuous bout of lovemaking as he snuggled against the waist of his lover, his arms encircled around her. As he felt a kiss being planted against his back, he smiled sleepily into his “pillow”. She smiled, pulling him closer, stroking his back lovingly; she never could really get enough of him.
06. Warmth
Sweat shone softly on their skin as they tried to catch their breaths after a rigorous bout of lovemaking. If that didn’t give them an airbender, they didn’t know what else would. Katara snuggled into Aang’s warmth, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers. He placed a soft kiss to her forehead and she smiled. She loved moments like these, so calm and tranquil compared to the general chaos that followed them around day-in and day-out.
“I love you,” he mumbled against her temple.
With a serene smile on her face, she fell asleep in his warm embrace.
07. Rip
With a strength he didn’t believe he possessed at that point in time, he ripped her dress open with a swift pull. He couldn’t care less about her dress. Her eyes widened, but that didn’t stop her own hands from traveling down his body, deftly slipping into his pants. He always regarded her nude form with childish awe, an always-present grin tugging at his lips. He cherished her tanned skin, worshiping every single inch with feather-light, teasing kisses. He leaned down, kissing her lips passionately, and then with an extra burst of fervor as her hand enclosed around his erection.
08. Ice
He thought it was cruel and unusual punishment as he tried to move against her makeshift ice handcuffs around his wrists. Feeling her nude form on his always drove him crazy, but when he couldn’t do anything about it-that was even worse. However, any and all complaints vanished in his mind at the wicked gleam in her eye. She was always so sweet and tender, but when this side of her came out he was intrigued-not to mention extremely turned on. Currently straddling his waist, she grinned down at him, her hands trailing lazy circles on his chest.
“Ready, Aang?”
09. Blind
She pushed the headband he used to so begrudgingly wear over his eyes, smirking as his eyebrows knit in confusion.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” she cooed as her hands trailed down his chest.
“Hurting me is not what I’m worried about, Katara,” he replied, a small smirk gracing his features.
“Okay, fine,” she replied, her hands suddenly dipping underneath the waistline of his pants, stroking him affectionately. “All I’m saying is that pleasure is heightened by lack of sight.”
“You know that who said that is sleeping with your-“
“Another word and it’s going to hurt.”
10. Couldn’t
He couldn’t say “no” to those eyes. No matter how much he wanted not to sometimes, he just simply couldn’t disappoint those eyes.
He couldn’t disappoint variations of those eyes, as well. Breathlessly, he had to leave his room and his sexually frustrated wife to retrieve the child who cried in the middle of the night. Sure, alone time had been less available to them as their first child was born, and they had just managed to get some-he couldn’t ignore the cries of the blue-eyed child who had him wrapped around her finger. She was definitely a miniature Katara.
11. Restraint
No matter what common sense was telling him, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was getting from her. With her looking gorgeous in that dress, the urges to rip it right off of her frame were intense. Despite this, they were at a formal gathering and he had to remain diplomatic because, he forgot as he had looked into those blue eyes, that was indeed the Avatar and had to restrain himself. Proper be damned, he thought as he watched Katara slink off through the doorframe with a beckoning look. As if he was water himself, he followed her pull.
12. Repose
Moonlight shone on bare skin on the edge of the lake, blanketing the young couple. As they laid back in the grass, they watched the stars within each other’s arms. Nothing could make the moment better, the perfect instance of tranquility, something that hadn’t been achievable since the war. Hell, it was still difficult to get a moment alone, especially with the wedding plans looming above their heads-it was hard to even breathe, which was odd for an Airbender. Granted, it was still hard to breathe from their romp on the shore, but that was a better kind of breathless.
13. Wake
After a devious thought passed through her mind, she smirked at her sleeping husband wickedly; she normally wasn’t like this, so naughty in the morning, but when the urge struck, she didn’t fight it. Her eyes traced over his bare chest and dipped to where the sheets clung to his lower waist. Reveling in the fact that he slept nude, she went about her task. With feather-light kisses on his lower abdomen that trailed to in between his legs. When the kisses turned less feather-light and more drawn out, his eyelids fluttered as he awoke. His expression was truly priceless.
14. Strain
“You are cruel,” he bit out, his eyes trained on her face. His thoughts were, obviously, elsewhere.
“Call it payback,” she replied airily, smirking as she trailed a cool finger down his heated chest.
The ice bindings around his wrists and ankles, which were her favorite method of restraint, were currently in place. He wished he could find the strength to pull firebending out of thin air, but he promised that he would obey her every word, and he was always true to his word when it came to her.
“I’ll make it worth your while, Aang. Don’t you worry.”
15. Use
“You didn’t use contraception?” her brother had barked at her when she told him.
“Contraception? For what?” she asked. Forms of contraception were scarce, especially in cultures trying to rebuild themselves-like the Airbenders-a prime example.
“For what? Not allowing him to-“
“Allowing him? I believe I was mostly at fault here, Sokka. I’m the one who took of his clothes, pushed him down, and-“
“Please stop talking.”
“What? You wanted to know why we didn’t do anything to prevent the furthering of an almost dead nation.”
Aang walked in, saw the look on Sokka’s face, and walked right back out.
Challenge Table: Aang/Katara
Complete!
01.
Kiss
02.
Naked
03.
Arch
04.
Tremble
05.
Scar
06.
Warmth
07.
Rip
08.
Ice
09.
Blind
10.
Couldn't
11.
Restraint
12.
Repose
13.
Wake
14.
Strain
15.
Use
01. Kiss
Their first kiss was innocent. Their second kiss was desperate. Their third kiss was relieving. Their fourth kiss was quick. Their fifth kiss was long and hard, the anticipation overwhelming in the wake of a waging war. Hundreds and thousands of kisses later, too many to even begin to count, they were more heated, more passionate. They drifted from the safe area of the face-from her nose, forehead, cheeks, and lips to her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and between her thighs; from his chest, to his abdomen, to anywhere that was normally covered by clothing. There were no limits.
02. Naked
His eyes raked over her nude form, still so darkly tanned in the moonlight. She blushed prettily under his gaze, still so shy to being nude around him. He smiled at her as he removed the rest of his clothing, now joining her on the bed.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked, caressing her cheek with a warm smile.
Even though she had originally felt vulnerable, he knew exactly what to do to make her comfortable. Her blush deepened as she batted her eyelashes at him with a coy smirk, “I hope you’re going to show me.”
03. Arch
When he was younger, he appreciated her curves, her form when teaching him the skill of waterbending. As he aged, he noticed how certain curves expanded with time (most of all), and how some toned as she trained and fought alongside him-he appreciated those more. When they became intimate, those curves that was usually hidden behind loose-fitting garments were bared to him in their glory in the moonlight bedroom. Her tanned skin glowing, her beauty mystifying to him. The arch of her back as she moaned his name, her face screwed up in raw ecstasy, was his favorite of all.
04. Tremble
Her eyes spoke volumes to him; the cerulean gaze he knew to be so passionate, so sure, was nervous and apprehensive with every move. He knew she wanted this as much as he did, but by hearing wives’ tales, he also knew she feared the worst.
“Are you sure about this?”
She trembled against her will as he cupped her cheek tenderly. “I love you more than anything else in this world, Katara. I would never intentionally hurt you. It would hurt me too much.”
Fingering her own betrothal necklace on her neck, she nodded finally with a reassuring smile.
05. Scar
He laid on his stomach, baring his back to her. The scar brought a lot of anguish to them both, time and time again, as they remembered how exactly he received it and who gave it to him. A lovely sheen of sweat covered his back after a rather strenuous bout of lovemaking as he snuggled against the waist of his lover, his arms encircled around her. As he felt a kiss being planted against his back, he smiled sleepily into his “pillow”. She smiled, pulling him closer, stroking his back lovingly; she never could really get enough of him.
06. Warmth
Sweat shone softly on their skin as they tried to catch their breaths after a rigorous bout of lovemaking. If that didn’t give them an airbender, they didn’t know what else would. Katara snuggled into Aang’s warmth, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers. He placed a soft kiss to her forehead and she smiled. She loved moments like these, so calm and tranquil compared to the general chaos that followed them around day-in and day-out.
“I love you,” he mumbled against her temple.
With a serene smile on her face, she fell asleep in his warm embrace.
07. Rip
With a strength he didn’t believe he possessed at that point in time, he ripped her dress open with a swift pull. He couldn’t care less about her dress. Her eyes widened, but that didn’t stop her own hands from traveling down his body, deftly slipping into his pants. He always regarded her nude form with childish awe, an always-present grin tugging at his lips. He cherished her tanned skin, worshiping every single inch with feather-light, teasing kisses. He leaned down, kissing her lips passionately, and then with an extra burst of fervor as her hand enclosed around his erection.
08. Ice
He thought it was cruel and unusual punishment as he tried to move against her makeshift ice handcuffs around his wrists. Feeling her nude form on his always drove him crazy, but when he couldn’t do anything about it-that was even worse. However, any and all complaints vanished in his mind at the wicked gleam in her eye. She was always so sweet and tender, but when this side of her came out he was intrigued-not to mention extremely turned on. Currently straddling his waist, she grinned down at him, her hands trailing lazy circles on his chest.
“Ready, Aang?”
09. Blind
She pushed the headband he used to so begrudgingly wear over his eyes, smirking as his eyebrows knit in confusion.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you,” she cooed as her hands trailed down his chest.
“Hurting me is not what I’m worried about, Katara,” he replied, a small smirk gracing his features.
“Okay, fine,” she replied, her hands suddenly dipping underneath the waistline of his pants, stroking him affectionately. “All I’m saying is that pleasure is heightened by lack of sight.”
“You know that who said that is sleeping with your-“
“Another word and it’s going to hurt.”
10. Couldn’t
He couldn’t say “no” to those eyes. No matter how much he wanted not to sometimes, he just simply couldn’t disappoint those eyes.
He couldn’t disappoint variations of those eyes, as well. Breathlessly, he had to leave his room and his sexually frustrated wife to retrieve the child who cried in the middle of the night. Sure, alone time had been less available to them as their first child was born, and they had just managed to get some-he couldn’t ignore the cries of the blue-eyed child who had him wrapped around her finger. She was definitely a miniature Katara.
11. Restraint
No matter what common sense was telling him, he couldn’t shake the feeling he was getting from her. With her looking gorgeous in that dress, the urges to rip it right off of her frame were intense. Despite this, they were at a formal gathering and he had to remain diplomatic because, he forgot as he had looked into those blue eyes, that was indeed the Avatar and had to restrain himself. Proper be damned, he thought as he watched Katara slink off through the doorframe with a beckoning look. As if he was water himself, he followed her pull.
12. Repose
Moonlight shone on bare skin on the edge of the lake, blanketing the young couple. As they laid back in the grass, they watched the stars within each other’s arms. Nothing could make the moment better, the perfect instance of tranquility, something that hadn’t been achievable since the war. Hell, it was still difficult to get a moment alone, especially with the wedding plans looming above their heads-it was hard to even breathe, which was odd for an Airbender. Granted, it was still hard to breathe from their romp on the shore, but that was a better kind of breathless.
13. Wake
After a devious thought passed through her mind, she smirked at her sleeping husband wickedly; she normally wasn’t like this, so naughty in the morning, but when the urge struck, she didn’t fight it. Her eyes traced over his bare chest and dipped to where the sheets clung to his lower waist. Reveling in the fact that he slept nude, she went about her task. With feather-light kisses on his lower abdomen that trailed to in between his legs. When the kisses turned less feather-light and more drawn out, his eyelids fluttered as he awoke. His expression was truly priceless.
14. Strain
“You are cruel,” he bit out, his eyes trained on her face. His thoughts were, obviously, elsewhere.
“Call it payback,” she replied airily, smirking as she trailed a cool finger down his heated chest.
The ice bindings around his wrists and ankles, which were her favorite method of restraint, were currently in place. He wished he could find the strength to pull firebending out of thin air, but he promised that he would obey her every word, and he was always true to his word when it came to her.
“I’ll make it worth your while, Aang. Don’t you worry.”
15. Use
“You didn’t use contraception?” her brother had barked at her when she told him.
“Contraception? For what?” she asked. Forms of contraception were scarce, especially in cultures trying to rebuild themselves-like the Airbenders-a prime example.
“For what? Not allowing him to-“
“Allowing him? I believe I was mostly at fault here, Sokka. I’m the one who took of his clothes, pushed him down, and-“
“Please stop talking.”
“What? You wanted to know why we didn’t do anything to prevent the furthering of an almost dead nation.”
Aang walked in, saw the look on Sokka’s face, and walked right back out.