#i forgot to breathe

[mysterygrl20]

you ever see something so beautiful

[minttangerines]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTN9tgfRJ/

[freakywonbin]

high quality man in a low quality video

@mosviqu

[neytris]

AAAAAA SCREAMING AT THIS AND IM NOT KIDDING

“focus on me.” neteyam growls lowly, “and think about this…” he tugs at your hips to grind his clothed, growing bulge harder into you, “…deep inside your tight…” he bends his knees to angle the tip of his cock between your clothed folds and thrusts, “little pussy.”

excuse me? EXHIBITIONISM? a little embarrassing to admit but the way i’m jumping up and down in excitement RIGHT NOW. his dirty talk? heLLOOO??? HI????? HELP????

you watch him take quick, lengthy strides towards you. his gaze is almost predatory, as if he were hunting you down like the frail, smaller game on his hunting trips – defeated, and easy. and when your back hits the scaly tree, it almost winds you completely, leaving your lungs empty and burning.

there’s a glint in his eye, one of anger. or is it one of hurt? from being denied in front of the clan by his own mate. his hands cling to your hips, pushing you further into the rough bark of the thick tree, tip of his nose pressing firmly into yours, yet he never dares to allow your lips to touch. you share a couple breaths, making your head light and your eyes unfocused.

oh, we’re getting fucked good tonight, aren’t we <3

a growl rumbles in his chest, deep and loud, just as his touches become aggressive. he spins you around and shoves you against the tree, kicking apart your legs with his foot. “or is it this? hm?” he leans into your ear, letting loose the growl that’s been brewing inside him, “did you want me to pin you down like he did his mate? take you from behind like this? with nowhere for you to run, yes?” his voice grows shaky as one hand begins to fiddle with the knot above the base of your tail. and when you hear the flimsy cloth drop between your legs, he plants a rough kiss on the curve of your shoulder, “to have them watch me claim you?”

(a video of me giggling in pure joy after imagining in details how he’s going to destroy my insides IN FRONT OF other people)

“then take it.” he husks into the crook of your neck, quickly pulling down the hem of his loincloth to unsheathe his raging cock, aligning it with your sticky entrance. “take me.”

[tire screeches] [building falling] GOOD GOD [screaming] [sirens] WEE WOO WEE WOO [baby crying] SOMEBODY PLEASE SHUT THAT DAMN BABY UP [trees collapsing] WE'RE REPORTING LIVE ON THE SCENE [car crashing] MY LEG MY LEG

Clingy Neteyam who can’t keep his hands off you 😼😼

This turned into so much more, idk how I got here but let’s just embrace it 🤠

Mdni 🔞🔞 adult!neteyam!

“Nete. Stop.” You bat his hand away from your waist. “We are in front of the whole clan.” You whisper harshly, glancing over your shoulder to see his lustful stare.

“I do not care, yawne. And neither do they.” Neteyam breathes into the shell of your ear, lifting his chin from your shoulder momentarily to point to the couple of mated pairs that are grinding on one another.

“Still. Please teyam.” You whisper breathlessly, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. You simply can’t deny the way his hard cock pressed against you makes you feel. There’s not even a sliver of space between you and him now. His front is flush right against your behind, much like two puzzle pieces linking together with ease. And when he slides his hands down your waist and allows his slender, lengthy fingers to slip between your inner thighs, you can’t help the filthy little moan that falls from your lips. “Oh f-fuck.”

A hand flies to your mouth, cupping the soft, thin flesh to keep you quiet. His lewd touches are hazing you over so much that it doesn’t even register that it’s his hand covering your lips. “Don’t want them hearing, do we?” Neteyam husks, bottom lip grazing against the pierced lobe of your ear. Immediately, your attention averts to the nearby male Na’vi shoving his mate against a tree. She already looks so fucked out yet he’s only just sliding his fingers underneath her tewng (loincloth).

“Focus on me.” Neteyam growls lowly, “and think about this…” he tugs at your hips to grind his clothed, growing bulge harder into you, “…deep inside your tight…” he bends his knees to angle the tip of his cock between your clothed folds and thrusts, “little pussy.”

Every fiber of your being wants to melt into his touches, just like the words slipping from his lips almost makes you swoon beneath him. But the thought of others watching you makes your already tight stomach tighten even more. You shove him away, rubbing your thighs together as you spin around and begin quickly backing away from him with your hands splayed out in front of you.

“L-Let’s just go back to the tent. Okay?” You sputter, watching him take quick, lengthy strides towards you. His gaze is almost predatory, as if he were hunting you down like the frail, smaller game on his hunting trips - defeated, and easy. And when your back hits the scaly tree it almost winds you completely, leaving your lungs empty and burning. “Teyam” You strain to get out, sucking in a quick, desperate breath of cool, night air.

There’s a glint in his eye, one of anger. Or is it one of hurt? From being denied in front of the clan by his own mate. His hands cling to your hips, pushing you further into the rough bark of the thick tree, tip of his nose pressing firmly into yours, yet he never dares to allow your lips to touch. You share a couple breaths, making your head light and your eyes unfocused.

“Is this what you want?” He huffs harshly into your mouth, sinking his fingertips into your hips. You nearly fold right there, thighs rubbing together so roughly that your knees almost buckle. You manage to get out a little squeak, trembling voice cut off by the sensation of your nipples stiffening into hard peaks. They rub against his bare chest, all clammy from the scuffling from earlier.

A growl rumbles in his chest, deep and loud, just as his touches become aggressive. He spins you around and shoves you against the tree, kicking apart your legs with his foot. “Or is it this? Hm?” He leans into your ear, letting loose the growl that’s been brewing inside him, “did you want me to pin you down like he did his mate? Take you from behind like this? With nowhere for you to run, yes?” His voice grows shaky as one hand begins to fiddle with the knot above the base of your tail. And when you hear the flimsy cloth drop between your legs, he plants a rough kiss on the curve of your shoulder, “to have them watch me claim you?”

“Y-Yes.” You admit coyly, pushing back into him.

“Then take it.” He husks into the crook of your neck, quickly pulling down the hem of his loincloth to unsheathe his raging cock, aligning it with your sticky entrance. “Take me.”

[the-phantom-peach]

🗣️ huh?? what do you mean I haven’t posted any Link signing propaganda yet??

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[hinamie]

parenthood was not on my 2024 bingo card but clearly life is full of surprises

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

[remaining1999]

WHAT THE F*CK?;?!?!?!?!!!!!

[luxris]

it’s hard to summarise just what this show means to me. it’s brought me endless joy and inspiration, as well as introduced me to some of my closest friends. it will forever hold a very, very special place in my heart.

thank you, bad batch 🖤

[daeyumi]

Rainy days 🌊🪷💧

gonna start posting some older pieces here too~

i have a lot of backlog that i’ve posted on other social media but not here yet

[jeeaark]

I love how menacing Durge looks when drawn seriously. Because no matter how kind they can be, they're a 7 foot Sorcerer capable of breathing ice down your throat like a cold version of Godzilla's Kiss Of Death.

Oh what shenanigans companion Durge could've helped with if the help action could've been used outside of combat like DnD.

Greygold could've saved so many inspiration points with those intimidation skills of his.

[lotus-pear]

dazai breathlessly watching his partner in an inhuman, corrupted state and still finding him beautiful has to be another kind of love

[galaghiel]

two monsters

[billskaarsgard]

Joseph Quinn for British GQ photographed by Grace Difford

[andstuffsketches]

self-indulgent link designs