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[luvv4j4ybe11]

I have been in contact with three people from G@z@ and I've been supporting them but I don't have a lot of money and I can only like and rewatch their videos so much. They are real people, not scams. I promised Oday, Maram, and Samar that I wouldn't forget them or their families. Oday is teaching himself English to be able to get support for his family. And Maram lost her mother as a child to cancer and she’s supporting her father, his wife, and their children. The “event” has prevented her from her master's degree in the United Arab Emirates. She is a teacher, and she is teaching the children in the camps. Samar used to own a dental office and her husband Hatem was an engineer. They have children, children that don’t deserve to starve or freeze because they can't afford a better tent. She lost her mother and her brother was severely injured.

https://gofund.me/e40e19b9 Maram

https://gofund.me/63c35032 Samar/Hatem

https://gofund.me/e6f684fe Oday

help them out!!

[luvv4j4ybe11]

RAHHHH I LOVE THIS SMM!!

His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt. 

This visual had me gigglin sm, bc si struggling to hold in his laugh bc his too damn prideful but all that does is push reader to continue on her assault? We love it, our bby deserves to have a girl that pushes past his pride so he can giggle😭

That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.” “Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride. It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.

DAWHHH LITERALLY JS IMAGINING HIS LAUGH HAS ME SMILING😭 this was the wholesome and unholy fic i needed to get me thru tdy, so ty for blessin us with it, pewkie😚💕

Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️

18+

Word count: 1k.

CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.

Masterlist 🦊

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You look delectable straddling his hips.

Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.

He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.

Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.

He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job. 

But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard. 

Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.

But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.

You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.

Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.

Your eyes widen, and his do the same.

“Don’t.”

You gasp, “Oh my God.”

“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.

Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.

“Darling, yes.”

Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.

His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.

He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.

He would never.

You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.

And then, he knows he's done for.

“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.

Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.

“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.

“Fuckin’-“

You chuckle.

You evil little cunt.

Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.

It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.

His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt. 

“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”

He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.

Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.

“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.

It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.

But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.

He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.

It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.

Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).

He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.

You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”

Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.

He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.

He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.

“Simon, yes.”

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Your lovemaking is rough. Passionate. The perfect blend of ‘I love you, baby. Now fuck me like you don’t’

Gawddd, talie, I’ve missed your writing smmm 😩

Your fingers subconsciously trace along Jake’s forearm, the tips dragging a lazy back and forth pattern along the smooth skin. He fits behind you perfectly, muscular body curling around yours like it was built to fit against yours. You think maybe it was. Eywa may not have been his maker, the body he is in now was once human-made. But despite not being his maker, she is his Mother - and you know just as well as any other Na’vi how the Great Mother can perform miracles. 

OHHH THIS IS WHAT I MF YEARNNN FORRRR!!

The joking tone is there again. The humorous sarcasm. Jake likes you when you're sweet and pliant - it's a rarity that he likes to enjoy in the odd moments that it comes like this one. But he loves it when you're mean. 

I absolutely loveeee the way you write Jake bc you capture his character so well but you add a little extra depth to him that we didn’t get to see in the movies, whenever I read your Jake fics I’m never not giggling bc of how you write his dialogue

Jake’s voice is in your ear, gravely and deep as he groans about how he’s going to tie you to him, keep you locked on his cock and fill you up until your belly swells. 

OH IM ON THE FUCKIN FLOORRRR

“Maybe next time it will be us up there introducing our kid to the clan,” He grunts, nipping your ear with his sharp teeth. You moan, eyes fluttering as his thrusts speed up, the wet sounds of skin on skin and his voice filling your ear is all you can hear in the small hut. “Would you like that, baby?”

UGHHHH😩😩 I cannot do this rn im ovulating 💔

Jake’s arms cuddle around you, his head laying on top of yours as you both bask in the afterglow. The village is starting to come back to life around you, sounds of children playing and the usual hustle and bustle of clan life making its way through the entrance of your home. Soon, you’ll have to leave the safety and closeness of Jake’s loving hold.

DAWHH!!!🥹

What I good ending after all the hot and heavy goodtness, mm😩! You never fail to serve the WHOLEEE MF TABLE with your fics!!

but also

Soft Touches

⭒˚.⭒. 1K Follower Special .⭒.˚⭒

Pairing: Jake x Fem!Na'vi!Reader

Warnings: P in V, Fingering, Alien Genitalia, Soft Sex, Slight Tail Play, Creampie, Knotting, Finger sucking/Fingers in mouth, Slight Breeding Kink

Word Count: 4K

A/N: First fic in a while! Sorry its a little rusty.

A/N 2: For more about how I picture alien genitalia, see here.

Summary: You enjoy a nice lazy morning with your mate after a long night of celebration.

Translations:

Olo'eyktan - Clan Leader

Muntxate - Wife, female spouse

Ikran - Mountain banshee, dragon-like aerial predators

It’s mornings like these that remind you to take a breath.

The mornings when the village is mostly silent. When the normal hustle and bustle of early clan life is put on hold for just a moment, most others favoring the extra sleep and time alone with their loved ones after a long night of celebration before the reality of the day catches up to them and they need to re-enter the real world. 

The celebration was one of new beginnings. The new life born from the couple who had been trying for a long time - new parents who you had seen almost give up hope in ever conceiving after years of nothing finally receiving Eywa’s blessing in the form of a beautiful baby boy. The People cheered and prayed for their new clan member as Jake formally introduced him to the world, holding the baby high above his head and shouting his name with pride as if the baby were his own. 

You hope maybe one day soon, he’ll be able to do the same for your own child. 

As the ceremony turned into food and food turned into dance, the night passed by in a flurry of blood thumping music and happy memories. Your mate is a vision in his Olo’eyktan garb - muscular shoulders made even more broad by the layered feathers proudly displayed on him. His beautiful face somehow made even more beautiful framed by the ornate headpiece that lays distinguished on his forehead. The multitude of necklaces and armbands that adorn him, dressed with colorful beading, intricate knots, and bones. 

They’re symbols of respect. Symbols of honor. 

You can’t wait to tear them off his body when you get home.

And so you do - following every instinct you have as you rip the badges of honor from him in a fierce display that has your Olo’eyktan practically shaking in excitement and grinning that adorably goofy smile of his as he leans back against your shared woven mat, hands folded comfortably behind his head as he lets you ravage him to your heart’s delight. 

Your lovemaking is rough. Passionate. The perfect blend of ‘I love you, baby. Now fuck me like you don’t’. It’s the kind of intimacy that makes you feel alive. It’s exciting and fun, quick and intensely satisfying as you both greedily chase that pleasure that you know only the other can provide. 

“Fucked your brains out,” Jake jokes afterwards, and you resist the urge to smack him - too satisfied and gooey in the glow of the aftermath that you can’t even bring yourself to move to make the hit. 

You think he knows that, which is probably why he said it.

You don’t dream, and sometimes that’s better than even the best dreams. There’s nothing to keep your mind working, no other life to live in another world and nothing to bring your deepest fears or greatest dreams to life. It’s just silence. Pure rest and energy replenishment. You wake up feeling refreshed - calm and serene. 

Like the rest of the world is miles away and it’s just you and the love of your life together alone, away from all responsibility and the demands life brings.

Mornings like this are easy. 

Soft light just barely making it into the hut, just enough to light up everything around you, but not enough that you couldn’t easily fall back asleep if you wanted to. Jake’s arms are a warm blanket around you, keeping you close and safe and protected even in sleep. The consistent puffs of breath on your neck from where his face is pressed close to you is soothing in a way you can’t even begin to describe. You could lay here all day, wrapped up in the warmth of his body and the unassuming fuzziness of almost sleep blurring at the edges of your vision. 

There’s no worries right now, no concern or to-do’s or looming tasks that are faring for your attention. 

It’s just him and you. Even if for only right now. 

Your fingers subconsciously trace along Jake’s forearm, the tips dragging a lazy back and forth pattern along the smooth skin. He fits behind you perfectly, muscular body curling around yours like it was built to fit against yours. You think maybe it was. Eywa may not have been his maker, the body he is in now was once human-made. But despite not being his maker, she is his Mother - and you know just as well as any other Na’vi how the Great Mother can perform miracles. 

She made him for you somehow. Just for you.

Your fingers continue their featherlight touches on his arm and they’re more deliberate now as your tail curls around the back of Jake’s leg so the soft tuft of hair at the end can tickle along the back of his knee. The light touches are guaranteed to wake him up. He showers you in a strong gentleness, granting you the light and soft touches that you love so much exactly when you need them, but he prefers a firmer touch. The softer touches drive him insane after a while and he’ll often grab your hand and push it harder against his skin to starve off the sensation or even drag your nails across the spot to get rid of the itch. 

You’re a menace, purposefully teasing him with light touches just to see him react the way he does. Just because it's a soft and peaceful morning doesn’t mean you’ll show him reprieve. 

The tightness in your core says you want him, so he needs to wake up. Just the feel of his body pressing against yours and the rhythmic puffs of breath on the back of your neck is sending pleasant tingles down your spine. The warmth of his body heat turns into a different kind of warmth that swells in your stomach and settles between your thighs.

You can feel him start to stir behind you, the puffs of breath becoming harsher as his arm and leg twitch against your lovingly mean touches. Your body tenses in excitement when you feel the sharp teeth press against the nape of your neck and the low growl he lets out reverberates through your entire body.

“What have I said about the touching, baby?”

“Firm strokes,” You grin before adding on a smug, “Everywhere.”

Jake hums against you, teeth still a clear warning against the back of your neck and they dig in just a little harder at your cheeky answer. 

“That’s right,” He says against your skin. “So why is my mate being bad on this very nice morning?”

“Wanted you to wake up,” You breathe. 

Your tail flicks at the back of his knee again and you let out an excited laugh when he pulls his arm away from your tickling fingers to snatch your tail. He jerks it swiftly in reprimand, not hard enough to actually hurt but just enough for you to feel the sharp pull of it and the sensation shoots right down to your center.

“Wake up for what?” He asks, but you can hear the responding grin in his voice.

You arch your back, pressing your ass against his bare front just to drive the point home. His cock is still sheltered in its protective sheath, but the action is clear anyway. “You know for what,”

The move does its job and your Jake is significantly riled up in an instant. He presses his front harder against your back, rolling you slightly forward to better gain leverage against you. The muscular arm you’re using as a pillow shifts so that his hand can reach down and cup your breast, squeezing the soft flesh in his large hand. The other hand slides across your hip, the tip of your tail still caught in the loose ring of his thumb and pointer finger as he drags it with him between your thighs. 

He keeps it trapped there as his middle finger runs across your slick slit, sliding up and down the length of your pussy with the lightest of touches. The tuft of hair on your tail sticks together as Jake drags it with him and a part of you wants to yell at him, mortified at the idea of your own tail becoming dirtied by your own sticky mess. But the feeling of the soft hair sliding across your needy slit makes you even more desperate and the control that he shows he has over you as he uses your own hair tuft on your tail to help him tease you makes you whimper.

“Ma Jake,” You squirm. You tilt your hips trying to get him to touch you better - push a little harder, slide a finger inside, touch your clit, something. But he doesn’t budge. Just continues his teasing as he nips his sharp teeth at your ear.

“Hm, what’s wrong, babygirl?” He mocks. “I thought you liked soft touches.”

Since he moved, your hands had been clutching the wrist of the hand caressing your breast. Now, you pull one away from its resting place to grab the hand between your thighs trying to manipulate his fingers into moving to the places you want them to. The inside of your palm brushes against the sticky strands of hair as Jake makes it brush over your clit and your tail jerks in response as your body inadvertently tries to tug it away, but Jake keeps it hostage between his skilled fingers. The fine hairs leave silky lines of wetness against your palm. 

“Please,” You whine and your fingers press against his middle finger, forcing it to slip between your wet lips. “Be nice to your muntxate.”

“Yeah?” Jake grumbles. “After you were just so nice to me?”

A part of you wants him to continue to drag this out. You like the tease. The way the barely there touches are nowhere near enough to get you to where you want to be but the tortuous featherlight brush of fingers makes you wetter than direct and firm touches would. Jake knows how to play with you, knows how to work you up to near madness with barely even lifting a finger. He touches the right spots - gentle brushes against the length of your pussy, caressing along the sides and down the slit, dipping in enough just to be able to slide across your hole that clenches with need from every new ‘not touch’. Sometimes his fingers would nudge against your clit, just enough to make you jump as a shock of pleasure shoots into your belly at the place you most want him to touch finally getting some attention, even if for only one fleeting second. 

“I’m always nice to you,” You breathe. 

“Oh, yeah?” Jake laughs, knowing disbelief coloring the beautiful sound and you can’t help the cheeky grin that pulls at your lips in return. “You’re always nice to me, huh?

“Mhm,” You agree. You lean your head back so your cheek can rub against Jake’s. “The nicest and most perfect mate ever.”

“Hm,” Jake hums and your breathing hitches as when his fingers slide more purposefully towards your dripping hole. “Yeah, you’ve never been a pain in my ass for a single second, have you?”

Your tail lashes out behind you when Jake loosens his grip on it in favor of sinking his long fingers inside you. It smacks against Jake’s thigh a few times and distantly you hope that it leaves a wet spot there too as payback, but the thought is so removed from your brain right now that it hardly even registers at all. His fingers slide into you so perfectly, the size of two of them sinking into your cunt begins to stretch you out so well. Compared to the actual size of him, it's not enough to fully prepare you. But you can feel where his cock has come out to play behind you, already hard and wet from the slick of its protective sheath as it pokes at the curve of your ass. 

“You’ve just always been my good girl,”

His words are sweet, the urge to nod and agree that yes, yes you have always been his good girl is so strong as his fingers fill you up, but you know better than anyone how the edge of sarcasm in his words ring true. When you first met Jake, you had been hostile. Furious with your best friend when she had saved him in the forest and furious even more when she begged for your help to train him in the ways of The People when her father had instructed her to take on the task of babysitter. It makes you laugh now to think back on those months. Neytiri wasn’t nice by any means, but she had quickly developed a fond friendship with the dreamwalker despite her early aggression. And even though you hissed at him, smacked him instead of guiding him into place when learning to shoot a bow and arrow and use a knife, and called him every insult you knew straight to his face while fully taking advantage of the fact that he was still learning Na’vi - you had grown to be quite fond of him too.

The differences you had once held against him were now things to be cherished. The five fingers that once made you nervous, too associated with the demons that had come and killed people that you cared about and tried to destroy your home, were a symbol of his loyalty to you and The People. He chose you - chose to be with you and give his loyalty to you and Eywa and the rest of the clan over the species he was born as, and you take pride in seeing that fifth finger on his hand, playing with it lovingly between your own fingers, and knowing what it symbolizes to you. Made a human but created by the Great Mother: different, but still Na’vi. 

But you are a warrior - fierce and focused, courageous and determined. Maybe a little aggressive. Stubborn. So maybe you’re not always as nice as you could be. The fondness grown from spending the time of getting to know Jake and the unavoidable blessing of love that came after couldn’t have stopped the aspects of your personality and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you were always a patient, kind, and understanding bundle of joy. You argue and expect things, fierce in your opinions and beliefs just as fierce as you love. 

You would never have found a worthy match with someone else in the clan. No one else could have ever handled you the way Jake can. No one else would have ever loved you as much as Jake does. 

You’re a pain in his ass - on him from the start if he’s wrong about something, making a bad call or the wrong decision, and you push him to be better as a good mate should. Direct communication. No sugar-coating things. Jake can handle it and you hate it in the moment, but you’re grateful that you can say he returns the favor too. 

“My perfect mate,” Jake agrees and your tail shakes with excitement as he digs his fingers in deeper.

You’re so wet already, slick pooling between your thighs as you spread them more to give him a little more space for his hand. The hand on your breast clings to it, not letting go or loosening its grip for a second as he squeezes at your chest. His clever fingers form a cage around your nipple that pinches the hard bud between his third and fourth finger with each squeeze, and the sharp pang of pleasure that courses through your body from the stimulation drives you to grind down on the hand between your thighs even harder.

His fingers feel so good inside you, stretching you and thrusting as deep as they can go as you leak around them. He knows all your good spots, fingertips curling and rubbing against your slick walls as he torments the spots he can reach in his position and rakes the tips of his fangs on the back of your neck to make up for the ones he can’t. Your hand is still laying on top of his, moving with it as if it’s guiding its movements. Jake lets you keep it there. He knows you like to act like you’re in control sometimes. 

The thick head of his cock pokes at your ass, sliding against the curve of it and your hand finally leaves the top of his to reach behind you. Your hand curls around his length, stroking gently and feeling each textured bump and barb rub against your fingertips. His fingers are good, magical even. But even in the soft morning glow when things are quiet and you should be satisfied, it’s still not enough. 

“Ma Jake, please?”

He chuckles. “You’re so polite when you want something,” 

You grin. “Don’t make me be mean,”

Jake shifts his hips harder against your ass, somehow shoving his fingers deeper inside you as he rubs his cheek against yours, lips pressing just off to the side of your own in a quick kiss. “Yeah, wouldn’t want you to be mean, would we?”

The joking tone is there again. The humorous sarcasm. Jake likes you when you're sweet and pliant - it's a rarity that he likes to enjoy in the odd moments that it comes like this one. But he loves it when you're mean. 

He doesn’t let you respond, instead choosing to be nice and halting the sweet torment of his fingers in your cunt and replacing them with the blunt press of his cock at your entrance. Your body mourns the loss of his fingers when he pulls them from between your legs, but you do well to push the feeling down when he hooks his hand under your knee and bends your leg up, spreading you more to give him easier access to push his cock inside. 

Your eyes flutter shut in bliss as his length spears you open, stretching you and filling you up the way you know only he can. You can feel every delicious raised bump on his cock as he slides into you and you squeeze down on him, reveling in the way the texture scrapes against your slick walls. 

Sometimes you wonder what it would have been like to be like this with him in his human body. Wheelchair and paralyzing spinal injury aside - you still imagine him standing straight, as tall as he can be, and staring at you with that daring, cocky, fearless expression of his - smirking and ready to tame you just as he had tamed his ikran. 

He’d be so much smaller than you. Your hand easily encompassing the entire side of his head as you pulled him in for a kiss, and the agitation you might feel at having to wait even for the few seconds it takes for him to pull off his breathing mask. He’d be smaller down there too. The thought makes you giggle a little. It’s a shame really - because the idea of trying the human version of him, despite your pretenses, is very appealing. Smaller human Jake is still your Jake, no matter what body he is in.

How would it feel? There would be no barbs or added texture for stimulation, no extra slick other than a small amount of precum to make taking it any easier. No knot to lock you in and keep you close afterwards. 

How would it feel encased snugly inside your walls? It would be smooth, right? Save for maybe a vein here and there. He’s told you before that a human’s genitalia hangs outside the body, balls included. You think that’s rather interesting. Stupid - but interesting. A flawed design in a species that mostly considers itself perfect. But what would that feel like? You can picture what you think that would be like - Jake’s own swinging, unprotected, with each thrust. Would they slap against your ass as he fucks you? Could they hit your clit if you make him fuck you with you on all fours?

You’d never ask him. Your pride would never let you. But sometimes, you think about it and wonder. The desire to try something you know you never can and to do it with the only person you would ever want to try it with. 

The first retreat of him pulling back and then the slow and dragging slide of him pushing back into you makes sure to clear that lingering thought out of your mind. What could you possibly want that for when you have this right here? 

Perfect, passionate, intimate, and completely yours. 

His lips are at your ear, panting breath fanning at the curve of it as he murmurs to you about how tight you are and how good you feel around him. Like a perfect sleeve made just for my cock, he tells you, and groans when the words make you clench around him like a vice. 

Jake’s hand lets go of your knee to reach around your front again, fingers finding the sensitive bud between your thighs. Your clit throbs under his touch and there’s people around you in the nearby huts - families who can definitely hear you if you get too loud. And even though sex is not taboo among the Na’vi like you’ve learned it is among many humans, it's still early on a morning post celebration and people are sleeping. You don’t think Weim, Tsuakir, and their young daughter, Iski, would appreciate getting woken up by the pleasured mewling cries of their Olo’eyktan’s mate before it’s time for them to rise. 

You get out one loud moan before Jake is pulling his hand from your breast and shoving his fingers in your mouth. 

“Shhh, babygirl,” Jake whispers. “Can’t keep you all to myself if you wake up the whole damn village.”

A part of you wants to bite at the fingers in your mouth, the urge to rebel in any way you can against Jake’s slight increase in control over you, but they work too well - long digits pressing into the sides of your cheek and against your tongue just enough to keep you quiet. His other hand is drawing swirls around your clit, using the combined wetness of both of your slicks to make it nice and slippery.  

The knot on the base of his cock is swelling, pushing and pulling at the rim of your entrance with each rhythmic rock of his hips, and you suck eagerly at Jake’s fingers in your mouth as your body molds to each stretch and give. Jake’s voice is in your ear, gravely and deep as he groans about how he’s going to tie you to him, keep you locked on his cock and fill you up until your belly swells. 

“Maybe next time it will be us up there introducing our kid to the clan,” He grunts, nipping your ear with his sharp teeth. You moan, eyes fluttering as his thrusts speed up, the wet sounds of skin on skin and his voice filling your ear is all you can hear in the small hut. “Would you like that, baby?”

The swollen knot catches on your rim, pushing inside with a pointed snap of Jake’s hips, and you gasp when it slips inside you, stretching you to what you always feel are your limits but your body welcomes him willingly. The shock of his knot locking inside you and the insistent circles on your clit trigger your orgasm, and you cum to the warmth of Jake’s own release painting your insides as you clench around him, pleasure crashing through your body and leaving you feeling all the more fuzzy and weightless in the soft morning glow filling the hut than how you woke. 

Jake’s arms cuddle around you, his head laying on top of yours as you both bask in the afterglow. The village is starting to come back to life around you, sounds of children playing and the usual hustle and bustle of clan life making its way through the entrance of your home. Soon, you’ll have to leave the safety and closeness of Jake’s loving hold.

But not right now - you still have some time left. 

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Hi dear donors ! ❤️

I would like to extend my thank and gratitude for the support you have been offering over the last eleven months. ❤️☺️

My family and I have been suffering and going through the hardest days we have ever experienced in our life . Things are very hard to get and and sometimes unattainable.😭😓

Our sufferings and hardship started on the first days of the war when all our possessions were completely destroyed and burned. We have become displaced and homeless , finding ourselves in a small tent in streets with no means of life. We lack every single necessary thing of life; food, water, hygiene essentials, and other necessities have become scarce and rare.

A photo taken to show how incredibly harsh our life has become after the war. We are struggling and facing lots of barriers to obtain the simplest necessities for living. Everything single thing is a complete story.

You can't imagine what difficulties we have been going through all these days of war. No cooking gas , nor cooking tools exist . We struggle to prepare a small meal of food.

No bakeries are available. Everything seems a miracle and unbelievable.😭 The war has stolen our joy and smile, leaving us busy thinking only of staying safe and alive. Our future has gone with the wind and our kids lost their dreams and ambitions.

This is a part of burying the dead. We also face some problems in the process of buying our dead people as no place is there for the family. Tombs aren't enough for the number of people living on a small spot of land.

A photo taken for the morning queue of filling our gallons with drink water. We wait hours to get some water for drink. Our life is full of tragedy and sadness.

All what we need is to survive the war and be safe. We are trying to secure the daily basic living necessities and this can come true with your contribution and support. Please don't spare this moment of supporting the people in need in Gaza in this tough and dire time. You can help us by either donating however small it is or sharing my posts. Your support makes a big difference for families in need.

Help them!! Support them in anyway you can!

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just finished watching the first three episodes of arcane season two and I’m…unwell (and horny bc all my faves look SO GOOD, when I tell u I was kickin my feet and gigglin the first time vi was onscreen🤭)

But I WILLL be taking requests for arcane now more than ever, so get to sending 😝💕

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btw if you are a minor/underage pls gtfo! you are not welcome on my blog

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can u write abt vi fucking u with her strap after a hard day and shehada lot of pent up energy 🙏🙏

oh js the idea of this has me SOAKEDD nonnie tysm for sending this in🫦💕!!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗 (𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒄 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒆..𝒔𝒐🤷🏽‍♀️), 𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒙(𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒆🥰), 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒗𝒊’𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕, 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒂𝒍(𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒕) , 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕! 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚. 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒘𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔💕

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔~✧ @h-aewo , @dollywons

You don’t know how you got here, that’s a lie;you know exactly how you got here. You gave her attitude because you were having a horrible day yourself, and her short, dismissive behavior was pissing you off; which made you ask complain to her if she was okay, which got you a stiff “yes” in reply-that immediately making you go silent with agitation. You tried to carry on with your usual talk, but all you got was the same dry, and honestly rude responses that made your blood boil finally boil over after the day you’ve had. “Vi, the fuck is your problem? I get it if you don’t wanna talk about it but that doesn’t give you the right to be a dick to me just because you’re upset about something,I’m already tense and pissed off enough from the day I’ve had, and I don’t need you adding the shit covered cherry on top” you didn’t bother to hide the attitude in your tone, causing her to look at you with a faint smile on her face, the realization of you both basically having the same shitty day; but anger still apparent as she walked towards you and through your body over her broad shoulder effortlessly as if you were as light as a pillow. “Just gives me an excuse to fuck all that right outta ya, ain’t that right, doll?,” she gives a harsh smack on your ass, earning a yelp out of you, “fuck you! You’re just pissing me off more!, now put me down you dipshit!” You protest, but they just go through one ear and out the other for vi as she tosses you on the bed, grabbing your face so firmly with her hand it makes you whimper quietly , “now what we’re not gonna do is talk to me like that as if I won’t fuck every single negative thought of me out of your mind until all you can think about is how sloppy I’m making this pretty pussy get for me” she warned, cupping your clothed heat with her veiny hand and pressing her palm directly into your clit, making you squirm instantly from the pressure.

A broken plea of “more..” dares to escape from your lips, but you quickly stifle it by sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. She giggles amusingly at this, finding it so entertaining that your body gives into her touch so easily, yet your mind remained determined to stay mad at her. Her hand travels from your jaw to your throat, just lightly holding it, but the touch is enough to make your body shiver and hips grind slightly into her hand to get some type of relief on your poor, throbbing clit. “If you want something, all you have to do is just ask, cupcake, no need to be greedy,” she chastises as she takes her hand away from your cunt, placing it on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh to rub, squeeze, and pinch the flesh to her desire.

The subtle touches were enough to drive you crazy, knowin damn well it wasn’t enough to get you off, but you were determined to keep your anger apparent. “Shouldn’t have to after the way you were talkin t’me” you huff, glaring at her as if she’d runaway scared from your stare, but she held it confidently with her own, “oh really? Alrigh’ then” she replied in a tone that told you she was more than happy to take on your challenge, damn near ripping off your shorts and panties before shoving her thumb against your clit and rubbing it in quick circles, the sudden sensation making you moan much louder than you intended. She chuckled, slipping a long, slender finger into you and pounding directly into your sweet spot, evoking lewd squelching sounds from your drooling pussy, “you sure you still mad at me, princess? Cause’ this pussy sure ain’t, practically begging for me to fill her up with the way she’s sucking my finger in.” Her words make another cry of pleasure escape your lips, your high quickly approaching you, making her pace increase even more. “You close, princess?” She coos, earning a loud, breathless “uh-huh!,” from you, “good.” She smirks as she takes her hands off of you, you whine at the loss of what could’ve been the most needed orgasm ever before looking at her with an obvious irritation in your face.

“Awee, what? Is my girl mad because she didn’t get to cum? Poor thing..” a feign expression of sympathy on her face and laced in her tone as she walked to the side of the bed to retrieve the clear, 8inch, strap- one she only used when she was dead set on genuinely fucking you stupid. She strips quickly and puts the strap on with the same speed, the sight of it making your legs twitch shut, intimidated by the girth and length of her; the sight makes her tut at you with a teasing smirk painted on her pretty face. “Don’t look so scared, baby, you act like you haven’t taken this so well in the past,”she coos at you, placing both of her hands on your thighs and rubbing smoothing patterns on them, ones that soothe you and allow your eyes to trail along her figure; her abs basically glistening under the cool lighting in your room, pierced tittes sitting oh so prettily you felt yourself leaking at the sight, and to top it off, every subtle movement she’d make, her muscles would flex and twitch. It was driving you further into your crazed, angry, lustful state, and she knew it too.

Your legs spread subconsciously the more you oogled at her, giving her of the delicious sight of your pussy leaking so much that there was a little puddle of your slick under you. Fuck. Now that was where she lost it.

Which is how you got to where you are now; being absolutely pounded into an oblivion and used as a stress reliever by your extremely pent up girlfriend. Your legs were pressed against your chest, allowing vi to push right against your sweetspot, pulling orgasm after brain melting orgasm out of you until you had tears of overstimulation burning in your eyes, “hah~ah!, v-vi, plea-se! Too-oo mu-ah~ch” your voice bounced from her thrust, but your pleas were completely ignored as she continued to toy with your sensitive, lovebitten tits. “But you’re being such a good girl for me, why would I wanna stop?” She asked rhetorically in a sultry tone, her lips lingering on that tender spot on your neck before sinking her teeth into the soft flesh, making you gush around her for..what? The 6th time tonight?

Your hands squeeze hers desperately, searching for some type of grounding as she continues to rearrange your guts like it was her job and to her it definitely was , more tears fell from your eyes, ones that she eagerly kissed away as her hips stuttered, one of her many signals that told you she was close. Hungrily, you bring her face to yours and kiss her, untangling your hand from hers to roll her pierced nipple between your pointer and them; a pretty moan coming from her at the feeling. A drunken smirk spreads across your face at her sound, immediately making you trail your other hand to her other sensitive bud to roll and tug at it, “f~fuck, feels s’good, babygirl,” her thrust got sloppier and shorter, now hitting your g-spot fimer and harder than she was before. You gasp at the strong source of pleasure, hands reflexively squeezing her nipples tighter as her thrusts never faltered.

You break your left hand away from her boob to grab the nape of her neck, forcing her into a messy kiss as both of your swallow each others moans and whimpers eagerly. Your hand trails down her nape to rest on your shoulder blades, nails digging into her tough flesh as you felt your orgasm creeping up on you, vi not being to far behind. You could tell she was still trying to hold out though, but you weren’t having that. Slowly, you stratch your nails down the muscle of her back, your other hand still firmly rolling and tugging at her nipples, “don’t hold it, baby, just let go. Wanna hear you cum for me,” you coo, trailing wet, loving kisses on the tender flesh of her neck, immediately sending her into an orbit of pleasure. She tried to babble out some kind of response, but all that came out was moans as she hurdled off the edge. Hard. It was like you had complete control of her body, she didn’t mean to cum before you, and again, tried to babble out some kind of breathless apology but she was quickly shushed and flipped over onto her back, her strap being discarded somewhere on the floor before your fingers were slowly massaging her clit. “You did me a favor by fucking the attitude out of me, so now it’s your turn.”

𝐀/𝐍~ so like..sorry if this is complete dewkie butt, I kept writing this and leaving it because school was kickin my ass with work (as usual☺️!) so my apologies pewkies😔 but if you liked this then THANK GAWD HOLEY SHEIT!! I appreciate it☺️🫶🏽 i have a lo’ak drabble being dropped soon so stay tuned for that if you’re interested, other than that tho i love you guys, and stay safe and hydrated.

𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐬🫶🏽,

𝐋𝐮𝐯𝐯𝟒𝐣𝟒𝐲𝐛𝐞𝟏𝟏

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𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭~ @annabannnananana , @mj678 , @myletitiawright

(𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 @ 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐬 𝐝𝐦 𝐦𝐞💕)

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I have come up with a better metaphor than “you can’t pour from an empty cup” for burnout. You can’t boil an empty kettle. Pouring from an empty cup just gets you nowhere. Trying to boil an empty kettle can ruin the kettle, the stove, and burn down your house if you keep trying it.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I could add sm more but these are js a FEW

his whoreish tendencies and huge nose have captivated me

[luvv4j4ybe11]

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH MAMAAAA😚🩷🩷 i always love when you write! Tag me in whatever you post bc I don’t always see them right when they’re posted!

Can you please write something neteyam x human reader? I really love your stories 😭 thank you if you read my request ❤️ (you can do smut or fluff)

𝒐𝒇𝒄𝒄!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑳, 𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌/𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 (𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊). 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒘𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔<3

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚~ @h-aewo , @dollywons

The fog of sleep slowly clears from your brain with every tingle of pleasure that was sent up your spine, the sensation of a hot, wet tounge sliding into your leaking hole making you shiver. You pick up your head and look down to be met with a pair of lust filled yellow orbs staring back at you. “Hey, babygirl” he greets, not even bothering to pull away from your puffy, overwhelmed cunt, “hi, teyam..what got you so eager?” You question through your whimpers, tangling a hand between his neat braids.

He trails his left hand up your stomach till he gets to your perky tits, rolling your hardened nipples between his point and thumb while his right arm stayed hooked around your thigh, “your scent was getting stronger the longer you slept, strong enough to the point that I was getting dizzy the longer i didn’t have the taste of your sweet pussy on my tounge.” His words make warmth pool in your stomach as they trigger you to recall to the dream you were having doing exactly this. Guess dreams really do come true, huh?

“Mhmm, I’d say sorry but it doesn’t really seem like you want an apology,” a breathless giggle comes from you before it turns into a series of moans as his thumbs part your folds to suck directly on your needy, twitching clit. The sensation is enough to send you over the edge, spraying him with your juices as your orgasm hits you so hard you feel like the air is knocked out of your lungs. You hear him moan in satisfaction, greedily gulping down your fluids like you were the most rejuvenating fruit ever.

Once you ride out your high, you register that he still hasn’t stopped. Still delving into your drooling cunt ferociously, as if he’d never get to taste you again. “Teyam, pl-ease..” you implore, moaning loudly when he pushes his face deeper into your cunt, making his nose press against your throbbing clit; your hips instinctively bucking away from the overwhelming painful pleasure. A warning growl leaves him before he sinks his sharp fangs into the doughy flesh of your thighs, eliciting a yelp from you, “kem i tseyä nìmun, [you do that again] and I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll pass out,” he slips two fingers inside of you effortlessly and presses the pad of his fingertips right into that spongey spot inside of you that makes you see stars to punctuate his seriousness. His words weren’t a threat, they were a promise. And that’s what drove you crazy, whenever he says something, he means it.

Reluctantly, you listen to his words, forcing yourself to stay still as he completely ravages your poor pussy. His fingers curl and pound against your sweet-spot repeatedly as his tounge swirls in circles around your clit, emitting a series of high pitched moans before the coil in your stomach snaps aggressively, another wave of your arousal covering the both of you and the bed below you. Your smooth, small hands frantically pull onto his own rough, calloused hands as you try to desperately find some grounding as he keeps abusing your spent cunt. Obscene squelching and slurping sounds fill the room, along with your moans and whimpers and even neteyams own animalistic moans, groans, and growls. Your cunt continues to flutter and pulsate around neteyams fingers as you tremble with pleasure, the visabel shake of your legs making him giggle into your cunt, the vibration from it making you squeak in surprise. “I hope you know, I’m far from done with you, yawntu,” he reassurces as he slowly and smoothly pulls his fingers out of you as he pushes and pins your legs all the way back; so your knees are flush against your chest, his strong hands pinning your whole body down against the bed way too easily.

He licks a bold stripe up from the base of your slit all the way up to the top, then placing slow, wet kisses along the length of it and on top of your clit. The feeling has you squirming and whining, feebly gripping onto his hand as hot tears begin to roll down your face, your basically slipping out of your ear from how good he was eating you. “Such a good little slut for me, letting me play with you for as long as I want to.” He breaks away from your slick, puffy pussy to leave warm, sloppy kisses and love bites all over the hot skin of your thighs, urging soft cries and whimpers to come from your plush lips. “I know, babygirl, I know..” he coos as he trails his right hand up your thigh, parting your folds to press his thumb into your clit before rubbing it in slow, precise circles, while his left reached up to cup the side of your face, his hand practically holding your entire head as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. “Awee, feels so good that you’re cryin? You’re adorable, ma’syulang” he leans up to gently, lovingly kiss you, both of you moaning at the taste of each other. He swallows every little cute noise you make hungrily, only breaking away from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure.“..think you can go one more time?” You shake your head no, a quiet, “i-i don’t think I-mhm~ can” as a pout covers your features as you feel him slip a skilled finger into you, hitting all the right places without any effort .“Mm, I think you can, babygirl. I’ll be gentle, I promise.” His face is filled with amusement, his ears perked up and tail swaying with the same emotion.

He always had such an easy time persuading you, which was one of the key things that made you know for a fact that this wasn’t gonna be the final time you were cumming tonight.

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𝑨/𝑵~ 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆) 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕<3 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕! 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒎!

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽!,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @jakesullyfatjuicypeen , @pandoraslxna , @destiel-1967-sammy , @neteyamsikran , @tragicrouge , @rivatar , @bambithewriter , @skxawngdragon , @m3sml , @muchlove-me , @spooky4spaghetti , @thetheoryofpossibility , @Prwincessqwin-blog , @tallulah477 , @plooto , @blue-slxt , @xylianasblog , @etherial-moon-blog , @criticallybella , @professional-yapper

(𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 @ 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆�� 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!)

[luvv4j4ybe11]

HEHEEE LUNAAABABYYY IM JUMPIN FOR JOY TYSMM☺️🩷🩷 I missed hearing from you!

Can you please write something neteyam x human reader? I really love your stories 😭 thank you if you read my request ❤️ (you can do smut or fluff)

𝒐𝒇𝒄𝒄!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑳, 𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌/𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 (𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊). 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒘𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔<3

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚~ @h-aewo , @dollywons

The fog of sleep slowly clears from your brain with every tingle of pleasure that was sent up your spine, the sensation of a hot, wet tounge sliding into your leaking hole making you shiver. You pick up your head and look down to be met with a pair of lust filled yellow orbs staring back at you. “Hey, babygirl” he greets, not even bothering to pull away from your puffy, overwhelmed cunt, “hi, teyam..what got you so eager?” You question through your whimpers, tangling a hand between his neat braids.

He trails his left hand up your stomach till he gets to your perky tits, rolling your hardened nipples between his point and thumb while his right arm stayed hooked around your thigh, “your scent was getting stronger the longer you slept, strong enough to the point that I was getting dizzy the longer i didn’t have the taste of your sweet pussy on my tounge.” His words make warmth pool in your stomach as they trigger you to recall to the dream you were having doing exactly this. Guess dreams really do come true, huh?

“Mhmm, I’d say sorry but it doesn’t really seem like you want an apology,” a breathless giggle comes from you before it turns into a series of moans as his thumbs part your folds to suck directly on your needy, twitching clit. The sensation is enough to send you over the edge, spraying him with your juices as your orgasm hits you so hard you feel like the air is knocked out of your lungs. You hear him moan in satisfaction, greedily gulping down your fluids like you were the most rejuvenating fruit ever.

Once you ride out your high, you register that he still hasn’t stopped. Still delving into your drooling cunt ferociously, as if he’d never get to taste you again. “Teyam, pl-ease..” you implore, moaning loudly when he pushes his face deeper into your cunt, making his nose press against your throbbing clit; your hips instinctively bucking away from the overwhelming painful pleasure. A warning growl leaves him before he sinks his sharp fangs into the doughy flesh of your thighs, eliciting a yelp from you, “kem i tseyä nìmun, [you do that again] and I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll pass out,” he slips two fingers inside of you effortlessly and presses the pad of his fingertips right into that spongey spot inside of you that makes you see stars to punctuate his seriousness. His words weren’t a threat, they were a promise. And that’s what drove you crazy, whenever he says something, he means it.

Reluctantly, you listen to his words, forcing yourself to stay still as he completely ravages your poor pussy. His fingers curl and pound against your sweet-spot repeatedly as his tounge swirls in circles around your clit, emitting a series of high pitched moans before the coil in your stomach snaps aggressively, another wave of your arousal covering the both of you and the bed below you. Your smooth, small hands frantically pull onto his own rough, calloused hands as you try to desperately find some grounding as he keeps abusing your spent cunt. Obscene squelching and slurping sounds fill the room, along with your moans and whimpers and even neteyams own animalistic moans, groans, and growls. Your cunt continues to flutter and pulsate around neteyams fingers as you tremble with pleasure, the visabel shake of your legs making him giggle into your cunt, the vibration from it making you squeak in surprise. “I hope you know, I’m far from done with you, yawntu,” he reassurces as he slowly and smoothly pulls his fingers out of you as he pushes and pins your legs all the way back; so your knees are flush against your chest, his strong hands pinning your whole body down against the bed way too easily.

He licks a bold stripe up from the base of your slit all the way up to the top, then placing slow, wet kisses along the length of it and on top of your clit. The feeling has you squirming and whining, feebly gripping onto his hand as hot tears begin to roll down your face, your basically slipping out of your ear from how good he was eating you. “Such a good little slut for me, letting me play with you for as long as I want to.” He breaks away from your slick, puffy pussy to leave warm, sloppy kisses and love bites all over the hot skin of your thighs, urging soft cries and whimpers to come from your plush lips. “I know, babygirl, I know..” he coos as he trails his right hand up your thigh, parting your folds to press his thumb into your clit before rubbing it in slow, precise circles, while his left reached up to cup the side of your face, his hand practically holding your entire head as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. “Awee, feels so good that you’re cryin? You’re adorable, ma’syulang” he leans up to gently, lovingly kiss you, both of you moaning at the taste of each other. He swallows every little cute noise you make hungrily, only breaking away from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure.“..think you can go one more time?” You shake your head no, a quiet, “i-i don’t think I-mhm~ can” as a pout covers your features as you feel him slip a skilled finger into you, hitting all the right places without any effort .“Mm, I think you can, babygirl. I’ll be gentle, I promise.” His face is filled with amusement, his ears perked up and tail swaying with the same emotion.

He always had such an easy time persuading you, which was one of the key things that made you know for a fact that this wasn’t gonna be the final time you were cumming tonight.

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𝑨/𝑵~ 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆) 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕<3 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕! 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒎!

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽!,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @jakesullyfatjuicypeen , @pandoraslxna , @destiel-1967-sammy , @neteyamsikran , @tragicrouge , @rivatar , @bambithewriter , @skxawngdragon , @m3sml , @muchlove-me , @spooky4spaghetti , @thetheoryofpossibility , @Prwincessqwin-blog , @tallulah477 , @plooto , @blue-slxt , @xylianasblog , @etherial-moon-blog , @criticallybella , @professional-yapper

(𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 @ 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!)

[luvv4j4ybe11]

Can you please write something neteyam x human reader? I really love your stories 😭 thank you if you read my request ❤️ (you can do smut or fluff)

𝒐𝒇𝒄𝒄!

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔~ 𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒗, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒕𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳𝑳, 𝒅𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌/𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 (𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊). 𝑳𝒎𝒌 𝒊𝒇𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒘𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔<3

𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒚~ @h-aewo , @dollywons

The fog of sleep slowly clears from your brain with every tingle of pleasure that was sent up your spine, the sensation of a hot, wet tounge sliding into your leaking hole making you shiver. You pick up your head and look down to be met with a pair of lust filled yellow orbs staring back at you. “Hey, babygirl” he greets, not even bothering to pull away from your puffy, overwhelmed cunt, “hi, teyam..what got you so eager?” You question through your whimpers, tangling a hand between his neat braids.

He trails his left hand up your stomach till he gets to your perky tits, rolling your hardened nipples between his point and thumb while his right arm stayed hooked around your thigh, “your scent was getting stronger the longer you slept, strong enough to the point that I was getting dizzy the longer i didn’t have the taste of your sweet pussy on my tounge.” His words make warmth pool in your stomach as they trigger you to recall to the dream you were having doing exactly this. Guess dreams really do come true, huh?

“Mhmm, I’d say sorry but it doesn’t really seem like you want an apology,” a breathless giggle comes from you before it turns into a series of moans as his thumbs part your folds to suck directly on your needy, twitching clit. The sensation is enough to send you over the edge, spraying him with your juices as your orgasm hits you so hard you feel like the air is knocked out of your lungs. You hear him moan in satisfaction, greedily gulping down your fluids like you were the most rejuvenating fruit ever.

Once you ride out your high, you register that he still hasn’t stopped. Still delving into your drooling cunt ferociously, as if he’d never get to taste you again. “Teyam, pl-ease..” you implore, moaning loudly when he pushes his face deeper into your cunt, making his nose press against your throbbing clit; your hips instinctively bucking away from the overwhelming painful pleasure. A warning growl leaves him before he sinks his sharp fangs into the doughy flesh of your thighs, eliciting a yelp from you, “kem i tseyä nìmun, [you do that again] and I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll pass out,” he slips two fingers inside of you effortlessly and presses the pad of his fingertips right into that spongey spot inside of you that makes you see stars to punctuate his seriousness. His words weren’t a threat, they were a promise. And that’s what drove you crazy, whenever he says something, he means it.

Reluctantly, you listen to his words, forcing yourself to stay still as he completely ravages your poor pussy. His fingers curl and pound against your sweet-spot repeatedly as his tounge swirls in circles around your clit, emitting a series of high pitched moans before the coil in your stomach snaps aggressively, another wave of your arousal covering the both of you and the bed below you. Your smooth, small hands frantically pull onto his own rough, calloused hands as you try to desperately find some grounding as he keeps abusing your spent cunt. Obscene squelching and slurping sounds fill the room, along with your moans and whimpers and even neteyams own animalistic moans, groans, and growls. Your cunt continues to flutter and pulsate around neteyams fingers as you tremble with pleasure, the visabel shake of your legs making him giggle into your cunt, the vibration from it making you squeak in surprise. “I hope you know, I’m far from done with you, yawntu,” he reassurces as he slowly and smoothly pulls his fingers out of you as he pushes and pins your legs all the way back; so your knees are flush against your chest, his strong hands pinning your whole body down against the bed way too easily.

He licks a bold stripe up from the base of your slit all the way up to the top, then placing slow, wet kisses along the length of it and on top of your clit. The feeling has you squirming and whining, feebly gripping onto his hand as hot tears begin to roll down your face, your brain basically slipping out of your ear from how good he was eating you. “Such a good little slut for me, letting me play with you for as long as I want to.” He breaks away from your slick, puffy pussy to leave warm, sloppy kisses and love bites all over the hot skin of your thighs, urging soft cries and whimpers to come from your plush lips. “I know, babygirl, I know..” he coos as he trails his right hand up your thigh, parting your folds to press his thumb into your clit before rubbing it in slow, precise circles, while his left reached up to cup the side of your face, his hand practically holding your entire head as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. “Awee, feels so good that you’re cryin? You’re adorable, ma’syulang” he leans up to gently, lovingly kiss you, both of you moaning at the taste of each other. He swallows every little cute noise you make hungrily, only breaking away from the kiss to watch your face contort in pleasure.“..think you can go one more time?” You shake your head no, a quiet, “i-i don’t think I-mhm~ can” as a pout covers your features as you feel him slip a skilled finger into you, hitting all the right places without any effort .“Mm, I think you can, babygirl. I’ll be gentle, I promise.” His face is filled with amusement, as he watched your expressions, his ears perked up and tail swaying with the same emotion.

He always had such an easy time persuading you, which was one of the key things that made you know for a fact that this wasn’t gonna be the final time you were cumming tonight.

~

𝑨/𝑵~ 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆) 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕<3 𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒕! 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒚𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒎!

𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒔🫶🏽!,

𝑳𝒖𝒗𝒗4𝒋4𝒚𝒃𝒆11

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @jakesullyfatjuicypeen , @pandoraslxna , @destiel-1967-sammy , @neteyamsikran , @tragicrouge , @rivatar , @bambithewriter , @skxawngdragon , @m3sml , @muchlove-me , @spooky4spaghetti , @thetheoryofpossibility , @Prwincessqwin-blog , @tallulah477 , @plooto , @blue-slxt , @xylianasblog , @etherial-moon-blog , @criticallybella , @professional-yapper

(𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 @ 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!)

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𝑯𝒆𝒚!!

𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕? 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒅𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖!💕

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IIIII NEEEDDDD ITTTTT☹️

simon is one of the girls (sort of)

boyfriend!simon was always invited to girls’ night—not out of obligation, but because everyone genuinely wanted him there. he fit into the group effortlessly, his quiet, protective presence becoming a staple at every gathering. whether it was lounging around in pajamas with face masks on or heading out for a wild night at the club, boyfriend!simon was part of the plan.

if it was girls’ night, boyfriend!simon was there. need someone to open a bottle of wine? he had it uncorked in seconds. carrying heavy bags for a night in? already done. if the group was heading to the club, simon was always the first to volunteer to drive everyone home safely at the end of the night.

boyfriend!simon never overstepped, but he wasn’t a silent bystander, either. when conversations got lively, he’d chime in with the perfect sarcastic remark or sly observation, earning a mix of giggles and mock glares. and when a topic turned to relationship drama, he always gave it to you and your friends straight.

“dump the bloke,” he’d say bluntly, not even looking up from his drink. “if i hear his name one more time, i’m blocking his number myself.”

your friends always groaned, but soon enough, they started messaging him directly for advice.

out on the town, boyfriend!simon was the designated protector. no one had to ask—he was always at the edge of the group, watching for anything suspicious. he made sure no one lingered too close, and if someone tried to chat up one of your friends unwantedly, simon’s presence alone was enough to send them packing. if they didn’t get the hint, simon would step forward, voice low and deadly calm: “you’ve got somewhere else to be, mate.” that always did the trick.

despite his intimidating size, boyfriend!simon never felt out of place during your quiet nights in. he sat comfortably among blankets and pillows, scrolling on his phone as face masks dried and reality tv droned in the background. your friends teased him mercilessly about it, but he didn’t mind.

“you’re basically one of us now, si,” one of them joked once.

he gave a small shrug, not looking up. “just don’t expect me to paint my bloody nails, yeah?”

with boyfriend!simon around, you and your friends could relax fully, knowing he’d take care of everything—from heavy bags to creeps at the bar. he wasn’t just there for you—he was there for everyone you cared about, making sure nothing went wrong on his watch.

one night, after everyone had left and it was just the two of you, you leaned into him, curious. “why are you so sweet to my friends?”

boyfriend!simon didn’t miss a beat, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he answered softly, “because they mean a lot to you—and you mean everything to me.”

an. i desperately need a man like him.

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so real bc my mutuals are so FIWONE👁️👅👁️💕

“is it ok for mutuals to dm u” there are some mutuals i’d fuck if they asked come on now

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nete you want to know what would be really hot me in your lap right now pressing me against your pretty length

‼️MDNIII‼️👹‼️

“Mhmm, you know just how to get me going, don’t you, sevin? You know I can’t just have you sittin so pretty in my lap without having you bounce on my cock till your crying, my baby is smarter than that. But I know that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it, yawntu? Wanna see how quickly I can make a mess of you and that drooling cunt of yours? …. Such a good girl, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear from you.”

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Teyam we both know you love me when I’m a brat

‼️MDNIII‼️

“You know me too well, yawntu. But we both know you only act bratty because you want me to fuck you till there’s no more attitude left in you, but even then I’ll still keep going. You’re the one that was secretly begging for this, so you’re gonna take it like the perfect slut you are for me. I don’t care if you’re overstimulated or if you’re tired, that just gives me more reason to take out all my stress on this pretty, leakin, pussy of yours.”