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[everoutoftouch]

[love-chx]

i think i’m going to take a break from this blog indefinitely for the time being. i don’t know how to phrase this eloquently or how to come across without seeming i’m trying to garner for sympathy but i had to put my cat down, very unexpectedly yesterday.

she was very young and the chances of her infection developing so rapidly like that were extremely uncommon. her prognosis was grave from the moment i brought her in. i tried to hold out hope for a few days and let her have the chance to fight it. she did her very best but the odds were just against her.

this is one of the most difficult things i’ve ever had to face. i’ve dealt with grief before but not like this. i’m battling a lot of guilt right now. watching this unfold and having to be the one making decisions about her care, trying to find the balance between giving her a chance versus not making her suffer was one of the hardest things i’ve ever had to do.

i don’t know how to process this. i’ve never made a formal post announcing my hiatus before. but this is it, so. thank you for your patience and support.

rest in peace ellie.

[love-chx]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ just showing ur cute gamer bf some moral support ! <3 mdni.

why am i so obsessed with the idea of modern!aang being a gamer. like i'm catching myself incorporating it into every single fic rn so let's just write it as a stand alone fuck it

like yes of coursee aang would love it if u got under his desk and sucked him off while he was playing his world building games !! of courseeee

it goes one of two ways...

after a long day of school or work, there's nothing aang loves more than the feeling of come home to his clean apartment that he shares with love of his life. he'll cook the two of you a nutritious dinner, made with careful consideration.

you'll work in tandem to tidy everything up with quiet jazz playing in the background. candles are lit throughout your apartment, making the air warm and sweet.

you'd shower together. but not to have sex and only because aang asked you oh so nicely. "please, love," he begged, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. he'd hold you loosely, nosing at the column of your neck because he just wants to smell you. "jus' missed you, is all."

he'd use gentle hands to scrub your back, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he washes off the soap, steam filling up the small bathroom. it's bad enough on it's own, but with aang's large, towering frame, you could hardly breathe. "sorry," he'd pout when he bumps into you and knocks your body wash onto the floor again, but he doesn't sound that sorry as he manhandles your wet, slippery body so that you're standing under the shower head. he pressed an apology kiss to the crown of your head, but you turned around to glare at him anyways.

it's once the night shift is over (big lights off, curtains closed, doors locked) and there's nothing other than the glow of aang's pc in your bedroom that the mood shifts.

you'd been laying leisurely on your bed, book in hand for the better part of an hour, whilst aang worked on his world in minecraft when he finally spun around with a frown.

it always starts the same.

"my love," he'd call out, voice all sad. you know better than to look up, humming noncommittally in response before aang calls out and says he's "so lonely" because you're "so far away."

the worst part is you know he's being serious, too.

you'd pretend to not know what he wants at first, much to his chagrin. he lasts all of three seconds before he's flying from his chair and onto the bed dramatically. resting his palms on your stomach, head atop of them, he'd look up with you big puppy dog eyes. "please..."

which always leads you here.

"hnng—" aang grunts, both of his calloused palm supporting the back of your head, thumbs brushing soothingly in your hair. "you're doing so good," he pants.

you've been working his length for over thirty minutes now, jaw aching and saliva dripping down your chin and onto the plush rug that aang placed under his desk ages ago when he first discovered that this was one of his favorite things to do.

you looked up at him, all tear-eyed, cheeks bulging with nothing but him.

the groan aang lets out is primal, head slamming back against the headrest of his chair as his fingers instinctively tighten in your hair before flexing to let go, afraid of hurting you. "don't look at me like that."

his hips stutter, bucking involuntarily into your warm throat when your tongue presses against the underside of his slit. precum oozes out, lubricating your mouth even moreso, allowing him to slide his large cock back and forth with ease.

he put up a good fight at first, he always does. headset firmly on, eyes fixed on the screen in concentration and providing nothing more than an occasional reassuring hand on your head to remind you that he knows you're there. but all it takes is one stroke, your hand coming up to pump the length that you can't fit into your mouth before the headset gets thrown off and he's pulling the chair back to see you.

and when aang finally comes, he'd start in your mouth but he's quick to pull out. he'd grip your chin tight in his left hand before pumping his fat cock with his right, right out whimpering as he paints your face with his cum. "ah—fu—" he'd bite down on his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut as he panted through his orgasm. aang would peek down at you, opening one eye with furrowed brows, and it makes him cum even harder. "mm—you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen," he'd state it like a fact.

the sight of you, there on your knees, looking up at him with his cum all over your pretty, pretty face is just too much for him to handle.

he's covered in a thin sheen of sweat and once he finally comes down from his high, he's breathing so heavily. but before you can even blink, aang hauls you up effortlessly and placing you gently on his lap. "you okay?" aang would whisper, hand coming up to wipe away anything obstructing your vision and breathing. his other hand would start rubbing at whichever knee he can reach.

sometimes all you can manage to do is nod, but aang never has any of that. "use your words for me," he'd prompt, cupping your face, patiently waiting for you to answer.

and once you've confirmed that you're good, thighs still quivering and face still sticky, aang's eyes would darken, voice lowering an octave as he says, "good."

next thing you know, you're flat against the bed. oh trust that the night is far from over.

orrr it'd go...and hear me out here...

sometimes, and sickeningly, aang likes you on your knees in front of him when he's gaming with sokka and zuko. it's soo wrong, he feels guilty, he really does. here are some of his closest friends, screaming in his ear about how they're playing ranked and aang's tanking them, damn it!

he should care. he usually does. but aang just can't bring it in himself to concentrate...

but idk maybe i'm just saying things, maybe we don't need to go there :)

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don't fucking ask me where this came from !! god forbid the aang parasite is singing in my head today smh

literally not even proof read in the slightest, written straight on the tumblr app. oh yes the inspo was that strong today </3 i will add warnings and tags and everything once i'm home mwah

[singse]

"so...wife did your hair today?" sokka asks, feigning nonchalance as he takes in the intricate braid zuko's hair is in. it's a gorgeous piece of work, decorated with small flowers that match the red and orange of his robes.

"she did," zuko answers easily, his lips curving into a fond smile. "isn't she so talented? i told her not waste her efforts on me but—"

"she glared at you with the wrath of a thousand men?" sokka finished, his own smile soft and any teasing remarks vanishing off his tongue. "well, i'm glad she glared you into submission because it looks really good on you, man."

zuko blinks before his eyes narrow. "if you're making fun of my wife's handiwork—"

sokka snorts. "i don't have a death wish." he pats zuko on the back, grinning. "you do look nice and tell her that i'd love for her to braid my fabulous hair one of these days."

"i don't think so," zuko snipes but he's grinning too, his fingers brushing over the braid with the love and attention it deserves.

[love-chx]

OH MY GOSH HE'S SO CUTE OF COURSEEE HE WOULD KEEP THE BRAID HIS WIFE DID IN HIS HAIR OF COURSEEEE

[singse]

thinking about aang sticking his head under your (his) shirt so he can nuzzle into your tits and mouth at them, his teeth nipping at the plush flesh before he's sucking on your erect nipples.

[singse]

now thinking about aang who just randomly squeezes your breasts. you could be doing anything and suddenly he's behind you, slipping his big, warm hands under your shirt so he can just squeeze.

it becomes a bit of a problem.

[love-chx]

he's such a physical touch person it's so maddening omfglldldfscsdm

[singse]

you: if i didn't know any better, i'd say you wanted to crawl into my skin.

aang:

[love-chx]

I VOLUNTEER !!! I VOLUTEER AS TRIBUTE !!

[singse]

thinking about aang sticking his head under your (his) shirt so he can nuzzle into your tits and mouth at them, his teeth nipping at the plush flesh before he's sucking on your erect nipples.

[singse]

now thinking about aang who just randomly squeezes your breasts. you could be doing anything and suddenly he's behind you, slipping his big, warm hands under your shirt so he can just squeeze.

it becomes a bit of a problem.

[love-chx]

he's such a physical touch person it's so maddening omfglldldfscsdm

[singse]

aang's always got an arm around your waist.

zuko's aways got his hand on the small of your back.

katara's always got her hand entwined with yours.

sokka's always got an arm slung low so his hand curves around your hip.

toph's always got her hand on your ass.

[onnie-giri]

drew the gaang ⭐

[love-chx]

sometimes when i write i genuinely feel like i'm just saying shit. like omfff wdym modern!childhood bestfriend!college au!aang

LIKE OK labubu sonny angels sonny dubai chocolate onika burger we finna be in the pit mama a girl behind u we are charlie kirk pistachio donut limited edition nintendo switch

[love-chx]

i have this one but imma have to go thru my jjk tag HOLD ON

oh tonycries how u hold the entire jjk fandom together in the palm of ur hands......

[love-chx]

yum you should get into jujutsu kaisen☝🏼 choso is a one fine man with pigtails

the show seems too gory for me to actually watch :( IMMA EAT THOSE FICS UP THOOO !! gimme frat!jo and yearning toji RIGHT NEOW yumyumyum

[love-chx]

the smut gods did not want me to write filth bc why did i get a migraine as soon as i got home from work

[mewwon]

the vivid sensory-memory of sucking water out of a washcloth as a child

[love-chx]

let's keep talking about modern!fwb!aang...

he really didn't like finding out you weren't exclusive. but he really, really didn't like it when he found out that his newfound competition was your ex-boyfriend, of all people.

"where are you going," his voice mumbled, deep and raspy as you pulled him from his light sleep.

the only light in his room was the moon filtering through his sheer curtains, lightly blowing in the breeze from his cracked window. the candle he lit a few hours ago was still going strong, casting a warm orange glow over your shadowy figure as you quietly got dressed.

"sorry," you whisper back. "didn't mean to wake you." it's all you say as you pull your jeans back on.

truthfully, you were hardly making any noise. he only woke up because he had reached out for you and you weren't there.

your lack of explanation makes aang's lips turn into a frown, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. you almost always stayed the night.

"it's like having a sleepover with a friend who you also have sex with sometimes," you had declared a few months ago, making yourself more than comfortable on his queen bed. it beat the lumpy twin xl in your own dorm by miles. and you looked so adorable underneath his sage green comforter that he didn't have the heart to tell you no (not that he would've, but this was when this arrangement was new and you were still trying to figure out where the boundaries should be set. maybe the two of you should have done a better job at that...)

so...why are you slipping out of his room now?

a soft ding resonates through the air, white light illuminating his ceiling. you stop in your tracks, halfway dressed as you make your way over to his desk, where your phone had been laid abandoned next to his religion textbooks for the past few hours. whatever was on your screen definitely has your attention captured, you even going as far as softly giggling.

there you were. standing in his room with your jeans unbuttoned, skin still warm from his touch, letting out sounds that makes his heart beat faster in his chest. but for once, aang was not appreciating the view. because for once, your attention wasn't focused solely on him.

"i'll see you later, 'kay?" you had said it like an afterthought, finishing getting dressed in a hurry and picking your bag off his gaming chair.

"wait," he slips out of his bed before he can think about it. his bamboo sheets slide against his bare skin, muscles rippling as aang makes quick work to meet you by his door. "you're leaving so soon?" he shouldn't should so devastated, so attached, but he does.

aang's large, smooth hands find themselves looping around your waist, pressing every inch of his palm into your skin as he pulls you backwards until your clothed back meets his bare, defined chest.

his other hand comes up to brush any stray hairs against your nape before aang litters a soft, ghostly kiss to your skin.

with a sigh, you spin around in his arms, bringing your own to wrap around his neck. aang's reaction is instinctive, pressing you even deeper into him once you're chest to chest. he should be embarrassed at the way he's already hard, tip leaking precum against the denim of your jeans just from holding you. but aang doesn't care, head tilting down to press a kiss to your lips.

you only give him a sweet peck, and his brows furrow again, not wanting you to pull away so soon. "sorry aang, i can't hang around tonight. i have plans early tomorrow morning."

"what plans?" he seems distracted, nuzzling his head into your neck and peppering kisses there, but in actuality, aang was already planning all of the different ways he can coax you into staying the night.

"oh, you know. just meeting an old friend." you said it casually, with a shrug even. but something in your tone was off.

but before aang had the chance to answer you, convince you that you have enough stuff to get ready here in the morning, another ding fills the room. and this time, aang can see exactly what has you rushing out of his room and away from him. even worse: who.

it takes him a second to process, but once he finally does (once he realizes that no, it isn't his mind playing tricks on him), aang freezes. the palms that were slowly caressing your skin comes to an abrupt stop. but his fingers don't just linger over your waist. instead, he latches onto you, his grip tight. it's not enough to hurt, of course. he would never (unless you asked).

but it enough for you to know -- aang does not like what he sees.

the laugh you let out is nervous, hands bracing themselves on his smooth chest. "it's not what it looks--"

"you're...talkin' to him again?" aang breathes out, slow and steady. his eyes never flickered away from your phone screen, though it's now turned off and laying innocently on his desk.

in your head, your best friend is mad because you broke no contact with an ex that you most definitely shouldn't have.

in aang's head, his thoughts are definitely not friendly. something entirely different is coursing through his blood right now. and trust that none of his thoughts have anything to do with being a good friend.

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gotta stop there cus i am, in fact, at work and writing this very publically. but i just had to get it out of my mind. is this the start of something new?! modern!fwb!aang are u pulling me out of my slump?!

[freakasaurus-rex]

"google ai" "spotify ai dj" "ai assistant" "enhanced by ai" what if i just start beating people over the head with a rock

[singse]

aang having a happy trail is so important, you guys.

[singse]

he only shaves his head, guys...i need you to walk with me here.