These are the very first paintings I made for Avatar Aang: The Last Airbender. I designed the art style for the Sonam and Tagah scenes throughout the film! I want to thank PD Jake Panian and AD Aaron Loftis for trusting me so much with these parts of the movie; their incredible leadership and support carried our entire team.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ （,,>﹏<,,） IN WHICH . . he adorns your pretty body in the sweetest of kisses. (hint: kiss is an euphemism.)
𝒂urora’s note ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ hiya, i hope u enjoy reading although its a short one. never written for dj so i’m rather nervyyyy + this is a new format for my blurbs. i’m changing the format going forward for all my fics tbh. 💌
.ᐟ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 • minors refrain from interaction
₊˚⊹♡ djed’s got a knack for the bashful little look in your irises once you realize it is nearly impossible to take him all at once — your hips shift, squirming rather awkwardly yet it all glazes over as endearing. “ngh— i got it.” the words seamlessly drop out of your lips, a little caught around the edges, and laced in wispy, thinning breaths. gosh, you’re adorable to him.
“sure about that, love?”
pitifully, a hum resembling some sort of whimper escapes your lips next. he knows he’s got you good with a smooth thrust upward, pushing upward towards that dewy, spongy part hidden deep inside.
“feels good, doesn’t it.” he draws his hips lower, preparing you for another inevitable thrust that’ll knock the wind out of your lungs. leaving his angelic girl hanging onto her final breath; he’s mapped your body too well. as there’s no escape in a man whose job is reading a person’s next move who finds joy in applying it here—
there’s the dainty hold of your hand tangling between his locs when he’s lapping up the spillage of arousal between your legs.
the silence washing over you like a tidal wave upon orgasm — all you can let out is the weakest whines begging for an unreasonable amount of mercy.
the visible daze seeping into the warmth of your brown eyes when he’s thrusting staccato: quick bursts drawing in and barely out of you, rarely ceasing when the sensitive tip of his manhood brushes up against your cervix. again, again, and again.
the way your clit feels silken and pearly under his index ‘n middle finger, coaxing an orgasm straight from the source — savoring you without drawing overwhelm.
𖦹 jude’s love language is loud and physical. he’s the type to track your mood through the smallest shifts in your voice or posture before you even realize you’re tired.
𖦹 he’s a physical leaner — if you’re standing at the kitchen counter or doing the dishes, he will walk up behind you and attach himself like a heavy human backpack. he’ll rest his chin right on your shoulder, wrap his arms tightly around your waist, and gently sway both of you back and forth while whispering in your ear:
“sweetheart, when’s the last time you drank water? come on, take a break with me for five minutes.”
“you look stressed... do you need help with that, or do you just want me to rub your back?”
“are you hungry yet? tell me what you’re craving, i’ll make it for you.”
𖦹 he has zero concept of personal space when he’s at home — his favorite spot on earth is resting his head right in your lap while you scroll on your phone or watch TV. he’ll reach up just to mindlessly play with your fingers or guide your hand into his hair, letting out a soft sigh the second your fingertips brush his scalp.
𖦹 whenever he comes back into the warm apartment, his hands are always freezing. instead of warming them up himself, he’ll immediately slide his cold fingers under the hem of your oversized sweater or into your hoodie pockets, grinning impishly when you gasp at the cold while he buries his face into your neck to keep you from pulling away.
𖦹 despite having an entire wardrobe of his own, he insists on wearing your thick fuzzy socks around the house, stretching them out while he padded around the hardwood floor. when you call him out on it, he’ll just pull you into his lap and tuck your feet under his thighs to “keep them warm for you.”
𖦹 djed, on the other hand, rarely asks — he just acts. his observation skills are completely silent, moving around the apartment like a steady anchor.
𖦹 the second you walk through the door carrying heavy grocery bags, he appears out of nowhere, seamlessly taking them right out of your hands before you even have the chance to set them down.
𖦹 he’s the one who notices when you’re quiet; he won’t press you to talk, but he’ll walk past the couch, wrap his arms around your shoulders, and pull you back against his chest for a solid ten seconds just to let you breathe.
𖦹 you’ll casually mention craving a specific snack, and suddenly it’s sitting on the kitchen counter when you wake up, right next to a fresh cup of coffee he poured for you.
𖦹 he’s hyper-aware of your comfort in a way that’s completely non-verbal. if you fall asleep on the couch, he won't wake you up; he’ll quietly tuck a heavy blanket over your shoulders, adjust the pillow under your neck, and gently pick up your phone to plug it into the charger on the side table before softly pressing his lips to your temple.
𖦹 if you’re doing your skincare, makeup, or tying your shoes, djed has a habit of just leaning against the doorframe, watching you with that quiet intensity. if your hair keeps falling into your face while you're busy or cooking, his hands will silently reach from behind, gathering your hair up and tying it back into a bun or a small braid — yes, he specifically learned how to braid just for you.
𖦹 because jude is so vocal and expressive, djed sometimes quietly worries that his own low-key ways go unnoticed. he’d never voice it out loud, but every now and then he’ll just stand back and watch jude shower you with attention with a subtle look in his eyes.
𖦹 but you see right through him. every single time, you’ll catch djed’s gaze from across the room, walk over, and press a sequence of soft kisses to his jaw, his cheek, and his lips — quietly reminding him that his love is felt just as deeply.
𑣲. 02. living together as a three
𖦹 the apartment has a natural rhythm where neither of them fights for your attention. you were honestly impressed at first at how seamlessly the two of them could live together and tag-team taking care of you throughout the day.
𖦹 the media speculation is an absolute circus. keeping your relationship offline was the only choice — mostly because the thought of publicly labeling one as “the boyfriend” and hiding the other felt impossible to all three of you.
𖦹 paparazzi constantly capture low-quality pictures of the three of you grabbing coffee during their rare shared off-days. twitter threads run wild trying to figure out “who she's actually with,” while jude secretly scrolls through the theories at 2AM, wheezing into his pillow and reading the dumbest ones out loud to you and djed.
“look at this one,” jude snickers, showing you a blurry photo of djed opening the car door for you while jude carries your jacket. “‘is it a love triangle? or is she just the luckiest girl in europe?’... little do they know.”
𖦹 if you’re playing video games together, jude will talk endless shit, tease about being way better than you, and execute all the competitive boyfriend measures — only for djed to quietly mess with jude's controller so you end up winning every single match.
“i was going easy on her!” jude whines, throwing his head back dramatically into djed's lap while djed just smirks down at him from behind his phone. “i wasn't even using half my skills!”
𖦹 in minecraft, jude helps you design the village and care for the farm animals while djed mysteriously goes off-cam mining for twenty minutes and comes back with full diamond armor for all three of you. only for both of them to impulsively attack a nearby pillager outpost, accidentally triggering a bad omen raid that gets all three of you killed and your beautiful hours of work completely burned to the ground.
“it was djed's idea!” jude yells, frantically trying to re-spawn while djed just quietly sighs next to you, watching your village go up in flames. “he swung first, i was just protecting the team!”
𖦹 morning routines are a total pile-up: jude will cling to your side begging for ten more minutes of sleep, while djed is already up, leaning over the bed to kiss the crown of your head before handing you both fresh water.
𖦹 being the youngest of the three of you, jude definitely has that natural younger-boyfriend energy — not in a needy way, but in how seamlessly he falls into being pampered. you and djed both have a silent agreement to let him get away with a little extra complaining, whether it's giving him the biggest slice of dessert or fondly shaking your heads when he dramatically flops across both your laps after a long match.
“look, djed agrees with me,” jude says, leaning his entire weight against your side while djed just reaches over to ruffle his hair without looking up. “i'm literally the baby here, i shouldn't have to do the dishes today.”
𖦹 but your absolute favorite part of the day is waking up or falling asleep sandwiched between their warm bodies hugging you like a safe buoy. bonus points when both of them simultaneously nudge their noses into the crook of your neck on either side — instant butterflies, every single time.
𑣲. 03. behind closed doors — one-on-one
ᝰ.ᐟ Jude
𖦹 jude in bed is all about patience, deep eye contact, and making sure your body is completely attuned to his before he even thinks about moving faster.
𖦹 he whines a lot. at the very beginning, he used to try so hard to bite it back out of embarrassment, but you made it clear right away that those breathless sounds were the absolute hottest thing you’d ever heard. now, he’s completely vocal and unashamed.
𖦹 you love to deliberately tease him — holding back just out of reach, rolling your hips a little too slowly, or keeping your hands pinned to his chest — just to hear those desperate whines break out of his throat.
“please, baby... stop teasing me, i'm literally begging you,” he whimpers into your neck, his breath hot against your collarbone while his hips jerk helplessly into yours. “just give it to me, please...”
𖦹 he’s remarkably versatile depending on what you ask for, fully capable of pinning your wrists above your head if you tell him to, but his absolute favorite setting is slow, deep, and very affectionate.
𖦹 he loves to cradle the sides of your face while he slowly slides inside you, his thumb smoothing over your cheekbone every time a shaky breath escapes your lips.
“look at me, baby... you’re taking me so well. tell me if you need me to slow down.”
“you feel so warm around me... just relax, i've got you.”
𖦹 his hands are anchored firmly on your hips, holding you steady in place while he fucks into you with a steady pressure that makes your toes curl.
𖦹 he will literally pause mid-stroke just to press kisses to your forehead, your nose, and your swollen lips, whispering quiet praise into your mouth until you’re completely undone.
“so good for me... so perfect. just like that.”
𖦹 he’s the type who strictly refuses to let himself come first — he genuinely treats your satisfaction like a high-stakes mission, adjusting his position and tracking every hitched breath to make sure you get your relief before he takes his own.
“you’re coming first-“ he pants, his thumb stroking your hip. “don’t even try to argue with me, pretty girl.”
ᝰ.ᐟ Djed
𖦹 if jude is a slow-burning flame, djed is an absolute thunderstorm — the contrast between his quiet domestic gentleness and his bedroom intensity will leave you completely breathless.
𖦹 he doesn’t do slow build-ups unless you explicitly demand it; the second the bedroom door shuts, his heavy hands are on your waist, lifting you right onto the mattress or pinning you against the wall.
𖦹 he’s acutely aware of every single sensitive spot on your body — especially your thighs. djed loves to abuse this knowledge in public, idly resting his palm high on your inner thigh under the table while you're out at a restaurant. he’ll slowly trace circles against your skin with his thumb right through your clothes, forcing you to shoot him a warning glare while he just takes a slow sip of his drink with a knowing smirk.
𖦹 he has an absolute obsession with marking you — his teeth dragging over the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, biting down just hard enough to leave purple hickeys that linger for a week.
𖦹 when he flips you onto your stomach, his large palm comes down against your ass with a sharp slap that leaves a hot flush on your skin, his low voice rumbling right against your spine.
“you like being taken like this, don't you? show me how good it feels.”
𖦹 sometimes he gets so caught up in the heat, fucks into you with such force that your hands scramble for purchase on the headboard, forcing you to turn your head and sob out his name just to beg him to slow down.
𖦹 and the second you ask? that raw dominance melts back into his protective nature — he’ll instantly check his pace, pulling you flush against his chest so you can feel his racing heart while he slowly fucks into you until you both break together.
𑣲. 04. behind closed doors — all three of you
𖦹 when it’s all three of you in bed, the dynamic shifts into something overwhelmingly intense yet perfectly balanced, with jude giving you the gentle intimacy while djed keeps the raw and heavy pace.
𖦹 jude will stay right at your head, kissing your lips, whispering endless soft praise into your ear, and keeping your mind calm while djed takes control of your pussy, working his hands over your hips and setting a fierce rhythm from behind.
𖦹 djed loves watching how soft jude gets with you mid-act. his favorite part is when you suck him off while jude eats you out.
𖦹 there is never any rushing or awkwardness over who goes next; if djed gets too rough and brings you close to your limit, jude is instantly there to take over, pulling you into his lap to give you a moment to breathe while djed trails hot kisses down your spine.
𖦹 by the end of the night, you’re completely exhausted and well-cared for, sandwiched tightly between djed’s solid back anchoring you from behind and jude’s chest pressed against yours, both of them refusing to let you sleep anywhere except right between them.
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I think it’s hilarious when I come across writers who write for Jobe with a white reader in mind, bc when he was asked if he would date a white girl he said “I’ll just stick to football” 💀💀
Hi love! Can you do a headcanon set with Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, Geto, Higuruma, and Nanami with the same concept you used when you did the Naruto men vs too much???
Sorry this took so long! I love the lineup you chose. Enjoy <33
JJK Men vs "Too much."
JJK men x Blackfem!reader
Jujutsu Kaisen men's reaction to you all soft and overwhelmed, stating it's “too much.” Each man reacts in his own way: some fold, some mock, some push you deeper. This post includes Toji Fushiguro, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Hiromi Higuruma, and Kento Nanami.
𐙚18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𐙚
Toji Fushiguro
Your fingers dig into the thick, scarred muscle of his shoulders, breath hitching as you whimper, “Toji—please, shiit—it’s too much.” He doesn't even flinch; he just hitches your hips higher, burying himself to the hilt with a slow, agonizingly deep stretch that steals your air. He watches your eyes roll back with a predatory, half-lidded gaze. “Too much? I haven't even started leaning into you yet.” His voice is a gravelly huff against your neck, devoid of mercy. He ignores your weak shoves, pinning your wrists to the mattress with one massive hand as he begins to rutt with a heavy, unrefined rhythm. “You wanted a man, didn't you? Now stay still and take the weight. You were built to be filled by a beast like me.” He doesn't stop until your mind is literal static, his thick cock hitting your depths until you’re sobbing his name and shaking uncontrollably.
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Ryomen Sukuna
Your body twists, trying to escape the rhythmic violence of his thrusts, your voice breaking as you sob that he’s "too much." Sukuna only sneers, his four eyes burning with a dark, divine malice as he looks down at your wrecked form. “Too much? I’m perfecting you, human.” He doesn't pull back; he uses his cursed energy to make the internal friction feel limitless, a soul-searing heat that has you screaming into the pillows. He catches your chin, forcing you to look at him as he bottoms out with a bone-grinding lunge that makes the sticky strings of your slick coat his thighs. “Your body was built to swallow me. Don't lie to your King while your pussy is begging for another inch.” He mocks your pathetic pleas, his dirty talk turning into an authoritative stream of ruin until you’re a cock drunk puddle, completely erased by his presence.
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Kento Nanami
You push weakly at his chest, whining that he’s bottoming out and that you’re far too overstimulated to breathe. Nanami actually pauses, his jaw tightening as he looks down at your puffy, tear-stained face. He folds for a heartbeat, his thumb brushing a stray tear from your cheek while his breath hitches in a rare moment of vulnerability. “I apologize. I didn't realize I was being so... thorough,” he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating velvet. He eases back, letting you catch your breath while his hands linger softly on your hips—but then he looks your lips, your pretty face. The brief flicker of restraint in his eyes snaps, replaced instantly by a dark, clinical hunger. He drags your legs wide, pinning them firmly to the sheets, and slams back in with a sudden, brutal depth that leaves you gasping. He thrusts harder, pushing you up the bed, your skin slick with sweat, body jolting under his grip as his voice drops into a low, sweet-talking rasp that vibrates against your skin. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. Just take it a little longer. You’re taking all of it like such a good girl. That’s it... just for me.”
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Satoru Gojo
You try to crawl away, gasping that he’s too big, that the Infinity is making you feel every single atom and it's too much. Gojo just laughs, that beautiful, arrogant sound ringing in your ears as he yanks you back by the waist, slamming into you so hard your breath leaves you in a strangled cry. “Aww, is the Strongest a bit too much for you, baby?” He mocks, his blindfold discarded so his Six Eyes can track every convulsion of your walls. “You’re so sensitive, it’s almost cheating.” He doesn't give you a second to breathe, his pace turning into a high-speed drill that targets your g-spot with terrifying accuracy. “Don't close your eyes. I want to see exactly when you break for me.” When you finally squirt, a hot mess against his thighs, he just smirks. “See? I told you that you could take more. You’re such a shameless little thing.”
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Suguru Geto
You’re gasping, hands trembling as you try to push him off, whispering that you’re he's too much. Suguru softens for a beat, his long fingers fisted in your hair as he kisses your forehead with a deceptive grace. “I know, my soul. It’s a lot to carry.” He slows his pace, his cock dragging long and heavy through your heat, letting you think he’s giving you the mercy you begged for—until he tilts his hips, finding that one spot that makes your vision spark. He pushes in slow, agonizing, until you’re stuffed full and shaking. “But you were made for this devotion,” he murmurs, his voice a low, vibrating rasp. “Don't push me away. Just take it for a little while longer.” He fucks you with a rhythmic, spiritual power until you’re sobbing into his neck, surrendered completely.
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Hiromi Higuruma
You sob into the pillow, whispering that it’s too heavy, that you can’t even breathe under the weight of his body. Higuruma pauses, his frame trembling with the effort of holding back. He barely eases the pressure for a single second, his eyes closing as if he’s trying to find his own composure, but the obsession is too thick. He leans back in, pinning you even firmer to the mattress. “Then let me be the only thing you feel,” he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He doesn't use mean words; he uses the absolute, punishing weight of his sincerity. He pushes deeper, his hips moving in deliberate, slow circles that target your sweet spot with a lethal, rhythmic accuracy. “Look at you... shaking just because I’m filling you up,” he rasps, his dirty talk turning into a stream of clinical, sincere filth. “You’re so goddamn wet. Feels amazing when I’m bottoming out in you. I want to feel every muscle in this pussy clench around me while I'm in you.” He fucks you until you’re a panting, overstimulated puddle, his movements heavy and searching, refusing to pull back until you’ve swallowed every last, thick inch of him.
is this a safe space to admit that when theres no new fics for me to read i have nothing else to do with my life.. at all
i’m manifesting everyone with writers block to be able to snap out of it and feed the people,, you guys are the backbone of tumblr we can’t do this without you 😞
THE GAANG PLAYLIST -> Ribs by Lorde
This dream isn't feeling sweet,
We're reeling through the midnight streets,
And I've never felt more alone,
It feels so scary getting old.
Their spirit names are Tui and La, push and pull. And that has been the nature of their relationship for all time… Tui and La, your moon and ocean, have always circled each other in an eternal dance. They balance each other… push and pull, life and death, good and evil, yin and yang.
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Modern!Aang getting on his fuck ass bike to come give you dick. All sweaty and muscles pumped from peddling the fuck out of that bike down town to your apartment. “S’better for the environment,” he pants while he’s coming through your door, crowding you up against it so he can dip down to slip his tongue into your mouth. Imagine how it looks parked outside your door while he’s laying down some serious pipe inside, can hear all your pitchy mewls from behind the door too.
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