sincerely, yours

i’ll await my armored fate with a smile

[kentofilms]

৻ꪆ you’re my answered prayer

mrs. kento. ⋆ art made of flesh. ⋆ woc. ⋆ she ﾉ her. ⋆ bisexual. ⋆ amateur writer. ⋆ animanga. ⋆ infp-t. ⋆ nanami’s sweetheart.

p.s this shit so hard to make aesthetic 😭✌🏾

[acc under construction! new and improved pinned coming soon.]

[queengreendown]

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

[aidashakur]

sometimes i just need to sit in the sun about it

[b1rd1e]

tmi doesn't exist to me. I love information

[roseworth]

i love saying "walk with me" before proposing a headcanon with little to no canon evidence. lets journey together. i will show you the way 🫴

[pearlfoam]

you and your lover trying to have quiet sex while you have guests staying over at your home — and they have their palm over your mouth and are shushing you gently with a little smile on their face

[fwops]

aang, in all his avatar glory, is not above tongue-fucking his cum right back into your quivering, convulsing pussy. his wide, stupefied eyes glow white as he licks and scoops and sucks with relentless obsession, lithe tongue sweeping across your folds with striking precision only a master of the four elements could possess. powerful arms pin your thighs against the mattress while roughened hands palm over your lower stomach, cradling the skin above your uterus with something almost reverent in their touch.

“it has to take. . .” he’s mumbling to himself, practically incoherent, but you can still hear the raw desperation threaded through his guttural chanting. “has to, has to, has to—!”

“a-aang, mmph! what’s wrong? did something happen on your trip—?” you whimper through the haze of overstimulation, hands scrambling against his shoulders as you search for something to ground yourself with. he’s been at it for hours, ever since he returned from his home air temple. had stormed into your shared bedroom with the doors rattling against the walls behind him, barely a greeting leaving his mouth before he was climbing over you, frantic hands shoving the hefty layers of his robes and beads from his body like they’ve suddenly become unbearable.

in mere seconds he had you flat on your back.

then on all fours.

and then on your side and everything else in between.

the room is in absolute shambles— feathers spilling from torn pillows and swirling through the air in frantic, whirling currents. the bed barely remains intact beneath you, headboard split apart and canopy hanging in splintered ruin, all of it unable to withstand the force of him as the elements hum beneath his tortured skin.

“aang, honey, are you— hah!— okay? talk to me, baby. please.”

what new revelation could he have possibly had for him to suddenly fold you into a million different positions?

and you tried to run, to tap out after the nth round, but did you really think you could escape the hold of an avatar in his avatar state? a handsome, beefy, six-foot-five, one-hundred-something kilogram man so utterly desperate to revive an entire bloodline, yet far too in love to want to do it with anyone else but you?

aang’s voice comes out rough, wrecked with pathetic want. “need to get you pregnant,” he finally admits, lips never leaving your twitching clit. “need it right fucking now.”

his sharp, unfamiliar words send a shiver down your spine.

he begrudgingly sits up, one hand keeping you spread for him while the other drags down his chiseled abs, ghosting over the twin downward arrows that curl just above his v–line. he fists his burly cock in slow, measured strokes as he readies another thick load, bright eyes trailing from your flushed face to your heaving breasts, tongue-in-cheek.

your heart jumps. you know that look. “aang, i know how much reviving air bending means to you, the duty you have to your people—” you start in an attempt to soothe.

because when he gets like this you tend to wobble for weeks.

he cuts you off with a dry, humorless chuckle. “you think that’s what this is about?” he tilts his head, eyes narrowing.

you could only gulp in response.

then, he’s rising above you, broad, muscular shoulders boxing you in as he settles between your thighs. the heavy heat of his dick presses against your sensitive, aching entrance, his incandescent gaze dragging over your face like he’s trying to memorize every expression, every shaky inhale.

mapping out your features in his mind with perfect, painful precision.

the realization that had struck him back at the temple as he looked at every mural, every worn painting and towering statue of the air nomads. they all looked like his people. familiar faces, familiar smiles, familiar eyes, familiar powers.

but none of them resembled you.

none carried the curve of your lashes or the little furrow in your brow when you worried. none had your laugh, the unique slope of your nose, your warmth, your favor for sour over sweet, your gentleness for children and particular bugs. and suddenly, the grief that sat in his chest for years changed shape entirely. because what would be the point of preserving the world he lost if, in doing so, he lost every trace of the person he loved most within it?

“this—this isn’t about me reviving airbenders or a duty to save my dying culture. this isn’t about avatar sonam or tagah or monk gyatso or anything that has to do with bending. this is about you and me and me wanting to start a family with you,” he states with that heavy, solid avatar voice of his. firm and sure, thumb brushing along your jaw, “this is about me making sure that a part of you will always exist in a world where the avatar exists. that your lips, your eyes, your soul. . . live on for eternity. so that every time i look into this world through the eyes of the new avatar, i can still see you. see you in our grandchildren, in our great-great grandchildren, in the people that will come to exist because we loved each other. . . to know that you’ll always be in my life someway, somehow.”

“aang. . .”

“i realize now that there will come a day when airbending returns, whether in our lifetime or long after we’re gone.” he presses his forehead against yours, tone softer despite the ache in his words. “i know that i’ll get to see that vision through the eyes of the avatars who will come after me. and if i keep chasing impossible answers, impossible resolves— if i keep throwing myself at a future i can’t force into existence— i’ll lose you in the process. i’ll waste the little time we’re given together. with our friends. with our children. the thought of losing you to time. . .”

it killed him.

you feel it. the shift in him. the sincerity behind every broken word, every trembling breath. the sheer despair that claws through him at the thought of you leaving nothing behind of yourself, of the love the two of you share. the regret he’d forever live with if he only prioritized the revival of air-bending or the kids that would inherit it. and the fact that he still hasn’t left the avatar state only makes it worse, every emotion stripped raw and vulnerable beneath glowing eyes and tattoos and shaking hands.

“so i vow now that i will never neglect your life or your culture for the sake of mine. whether we have airbending children or not. . . that is up to the universe.”

his hands cup your cheeks gently as he leans in, drawing you into a slow, sloppy kiss. you could only gasp softly when his tongue slips past your lips, kissing you like he’s trying to seal his fate with yours.

he slowly pulls away, thick fingers easing you open as he makes room for himself. “i can live without other airbenders. i can make due with the acolyte family we’ve founded. what i cannot live without is you. what i cannot imagine not ingrained in this world beyond my lifetime is you.”

aang smiles for the first time tonight, like the image in his mind was far more beautiful than anything he could’ve ever imagined. he sinks inside, massive and overwhelming, drawing a raspy breath from your lungs at the sheer stretch of him. still, you pull him closer, wanting nothing more than to feel the slow, heavy drag of him inside you.

“so for now,” he whispers, breath warm against your lips as he begins moving slowly, in and out, “all i want is a child with you. one that embodies everything that you are. one that will carry on your memory, your curiosity, your strength, your traits.” gone was the glow of the avatar state, the white fading slowly from his eyes until they were simply his again, fixed on yours with a tenderness so deep it was almost unbearable. “so i’m begging you. . . give me a baby that looks just like you.”

you cry out helplessly as he buries his face into your throat, holding you impossibly close. every stroke is long and deliberate, driven far less by hunger and more by an emotion too large for words. the slick of your arousal coats his balls as you helplessly grind against him, cunt fluttering around the girthiness of his base. you could feel all the veins that line him, tracing your walls as he fucked you like he needed you to breathe.

you blink back the tears threatening to spill. “b-but i do want our baby to be like you. i do want to help you—”

he shakes his head fervently, fingers tightening around you like he’s afraid you still don’t understand. “no. no,” he rasps, “i don’t want this to be some duty you carry for me. i want this because it’s us. because it’s the life we chose together. no obligations. no sacrifices.”

you feel the dampness at the corner of his eyes as he clings to you, hands roaming your body in a worship-like trance, as though he was reassuring himself that you were real and here and present and his. to have and to hold and to sink himself into when the world is in chaos.

“please,” he croaks hoarsely into your neck, voice cracking around the word, and the raw vulnerability in it makes your chest ache more than anything else ever could. “say you’ll give me a baby, sweetheart. say you’ll give me this one thing. even if they come without air-bending.”

a broken sound leaves your throat as you cling to his shoulders, nodding desperately against him, back arching into his warmth. “yes,” you breathe out shakily, fingers curling around his nape. “yes, yes, yes. of course, i will.”

the words—your defining proclamation—undo him entirely. he groans into the curve of your neck, holding you so tightly it almost hurts, every breath hot, cold, then hot again against your skin. he cums in thick, long spurts, coating your insides pearly white as you cream on his cock, legs caging him in. his tattoos begin to faintly glow once more as he shivers, hips still pumping his seed into you, forehead pressed beneath your jaw, as though he can’t bear even an inch of distance between you.

when he finally pulls back, his eyes have returned to their natural state, shining with something far softer than desire.

devotion, perhaps. a need to always keep you safe. to give you—and your children—a world that offers everything and takes nothing in return.

“i love you,” he murmurs softly, brushing the damp strands of your hair from your face. he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes slipping closed as his heart, for once, is at ease. “thank you.”

your lips tremble into a tired smile, fingers curling weakly around his head. “you never have to thank me for loving you.”

though your words alone could never truly capture the depth of everything you’ve given him.

[aliienangel]

ᨳິ ׂ 𓈒 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 .. 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 enjoys flustering you with his hot praise ⸝⸝ ྀ

suguru is already ruining you, balls deep and perfectly hitting your sweet spot relentlessly. always able to tell just what will drive you insane, what will have your walls trembling and eyes rolling. he reads you like a book, which is why he's being evil and singing you sinful praises.

"you feel so good, pretty," he hums low, leaning down so he can speak right into your ear, "those little sounds you're letting out are letting me know you feel the same."

you bite your lip to hold back those exact noises he's talking about. whinging at him to, "stop." your words ring hollow to even your ears though. fingers gripping him tight, legs wrapped around his slim waist to keep him trapped inside you.

"i'm just trying to tell you how hot you are," a laugh passes his lips, amused. "you're all twitchy and worked up, i love it."

your cunt drips around him, soaking him in even more slick the more he talks, "sugu, stop– hng– stop talking."

he ignores your words, "shhh, listen." his big palm covers your mouth so you'll be quiet and focus in on the wet squelching of him fucking your pussy. "god, you're so wet. creaming all over me," letting out a wistful sigh, like he dreams about this.

his hand stays on your mouth, "can you feel the way you're pulsing around me?—" sentence cut off by a drawn out groan, and then picking back up like he didn't just almost fall apart, "i can, i can and it feels fucking divine."

suguru can feel the way your skin flushes and heats up under his touch, so obvious to him how much you're enjoying his taunting despite your whining. spine tingling from how much he enjoys this, how good it feels.

your eyes meet his and you break, waterline brimming with unshed tears. the pleasure is overwhelming you, as well as his humiliating praise that you enjoy far too much. not able to tell him to shut up and not really wanting to anymore anyways. your lips press a soft kiss to his palm and he coos at you.

"you're so pretty," he removes his hand and flattens himself to you completely, head tucking into your neck, "my pretty baby. my pretty, pathetic, baby."

his pelvis grinds against your clit, his cock throbbing inside your walls as he keeps pressing kisses to your skin, along with his murmured words. your stomach flips from the stimulation, cumming on him, soaking his dick in fresh, honeyed slick.

"ah, there we go," he sighs. head tilting down so he can glimpse how his shaft looks as he pulls out, dripping obscenely from your orgasm. "messy little thing." and he doesn't sound the least bit disappointed about it.

"you're so evil," you pout, trying to ignore your lingering need. his cock still hard and half-way inside your shaking pussy.

"you love it," suguru stuffs you full once more, his chest rumbling with a moan, "i know just how horny it makes you."

[peachdues]

You slide out of your bed, clutching a spare blanket to your chest as you try and creep toward the kitchen as quietly as you can.

A pair of fingers catch you by the back of your underwear, halting you.

“Goin’ somewhere?” Comes Sanemi’s sleepy mumble, half-muffled against the pillow.

You turn back to see Sanemi’s arm stretched out toward you, the index and middle fingers on his right hand hooked around the waistband of your thong.

“Coffee?” You try.

Sanemi snorts and then his hand slides between your thighs, wrapping around one leg to tug you back into bed.

[lettersfromafemme]

mutual masturbation, mutual masturbation, mutual masturbation, mutual masturbation. fuck. mutual masturbation.

[singse]

gimme sub!top aang and my firstborn yours

SUB!TOP AANG RAAAAAH

he'd be so much fun to bully and tease, riling him up until he's flushed all over. his nipples puffy and sore from your fingers and mouth, marks from your teeth decorating his neck and stomach and his thick cock hard, the tip an angry red as it leaks a mess on his abdomen.

you'd edge him until he's teary-eyed, pleas falling from bitten lips. because he's desperate to come but you won't let him. not right now and aang is nothing but a loyal follower as he follows your orders to a tee. doesn't lose it when you swallow him down to the root for the fifth time and make him see stars. only chokes, eyes rolling back sharply when you finally sit on his cock, warm and hot and tight.

"just a little longer," you coo softly with a sinuous roll of your hips, your walls clamping down on him deliciously. "you can do that for me, right?"

aang can only nod, shaky hands clenching at the sheets by his thighs because you said he can't touch you yet.

you smile, your words breathy as you say, "good boy."

and aang's vision goes white.

[singse]

doing that trend where someone ties a ribbon around their partner's bicep and it snaps when they flex with aang.

"okay," you say, smiling behind your phone as you feel a mildly puzzled aang. "now flex your bicep as hard as you can and don't—"

aang flexes his bicep, the bulge of it massive and the ribbon trying its hardest to remain intact. but it surrenders to the pressure, snapping in half and you stare, shocked, as it lays limp in the crook of aang's arm.

"did i do it right?" he asks innocently with an adorable head tilt and you nod slowly, your swallow audible.

"...yeah, you did..."

[plumkissed]

making boyfriend!yuji chase you ᝰ.ᐟ fem!reader

imagine doing that tiktok trend with yuji where you set your phone up, run as fast as you can like your life depends on it, and see how long it takes for your boyfriend to catch you.

and when you explain it to him he just shrugs with a gentle little smile and says, “sure, babe. sounds fun.” because your sweet boy would do anything you ask him to.

so with your phone propped up, you quickly hit the record button, then break into a sprint while yuji waits with his hands in his pockets, watching you closely and counting to ten like you told him to.

and you keep count in your head, too. to make sure he’s not cheating of course.

but it’s something about seeing you run from him that entices him in a way he doesn’t expect. makes a delicious anticipation bubble inside him, makes his jaw clench. his lips take to a smirk once he realizes that’s what you wanted, and then he takes a breath.

“ten.”

he takes off immediately, a little dirt kicked up in his absence from how powerfully his foot launched him into motion.

and you’re a mess of giggles as you run, heart beating against your ribcage because you know it won’t be long. you don’t bother looking back, you know you can’t outrun him.

you haven’t even blinked twice when a pair of strong arms snake themselves around your middle and he’s got you caged in the air with a low grunt, your backside pressed against his chest, feet kicking and flailing as you squeal between laughter for him to let you go. his hold only tightens further, biceps flexing with a little more effort when you squirm. his hands are locked on his forearms that bind you to him, ensuring you won’t be going anywhere.

you can feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat, the heat of his body and it makes you pull your bottom lip under your teeth. there’s no need to wonder if this excited him as much as it did you, because you can feel it.

it’s exhilarating, to say the least. you’re completely out of breath, and just as you expected, he’d barely even made an effort.

the sharp of yuji’s canines gently nip at the shell of your ear to make your breath catch in that way he likes, his voice low and smoldering, yet sending a shiver down your spine when he whispers,

“got ya.”

.

.

.

©plumkissed 2026

[gaangsign]

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

wrote this so it would make me sleepy enough to go to bed

Zuko wakes up in the middle of the night to find your side of the bed empty and cold. he tosses the covers off him before he jumps off the bed, not even bothering to put his slippers on. He snatches his robe hung up on the bedpost and slips it on as he hurries out of the bedroom, thoughts going a mile a minute. he's about to dash past your shared chambers' private living room when your voice stops him in his tracks. He turns, spotting you sitting in the dark, a giant book in your hands and the only source of light being the moon shining through the windows.

"You've got to be kidding me." He snaps groggily as he stomps toward you, his glare stern despite the sleepy haze still clouding his eyes. "Have you been up all this time reading?"

You nod immediately, knowing there's no point in lying. "Book was getting good."

"How can you even see? I keep telling you you're gonna mess up your vision."

"My six eyes see everything" You mumble under your breath, marking the page and shutting the book.

"What?" His brows furrow as he takes the book from you to set aside.

"Nothing." You try to reach for the book only for him to snatch it up and place it out of your reach.

"Unbelievable," He huffs and then he leans down to pick you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice before heading back to the bedroom. "You're going to bed right now."

You sag against him before trying to bargain. "Can I at least finish that last chapter?"

The swat to your ass is the only response you get.

© gaangsign 2026 ! do not translate, repost, recommend or modify my work.

[tunisian]

source? i felt it in my heart

[princesafemme]

my pronouns are sweet/heart

[lamignonette]