#sully rambles

[orrsoared]

I said that my goal song would be “Return of the Mac,” but I feel like I’m lying. It would be Modern Love, wait no. It would be The Spins, actually nah. It would be Midnight Train to Georgia, it’s iconic but pass. It would be Right Back Where We Started From, mmm thumbs down a little too on the nose.

Do you see my problem? There’s too many iconic songs.

[loakstahni]

They all have the same nose wrinkles when they growl😍

[tojisun]

jake loooves fucking in doggy because every time he teases you by tugging at your tail, you always clamp around him like a wet vice. you’d have him sputtering, words all slurring, his voice lilting between na’vi and english, until he’s just grunting in your ear, calling you pretty and paskalin and baby and sevin—“so fuckin’ good ‘round me, yawntu. so fuckin’ good.”

[whereireid]

𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 — 𝐰/ 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

a/n: a very short drabble about daddy quaritch and his bunny (me) warnings: cockwarming, cum, nickname (bunny), daddy!kink, power imbalance, established relationship

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There’s a shuffling of hips, followed swiftly by quiet grunts of frustration, and the feeling of Quaritch’s slender blue fingers digging into your thighs.

“What are you doing? I said don’t move, bunny.”

Silence beats through the air for a second - an innocent pause, and you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing in deeply through your mouth. It’s hard to ignore the throbbing of Quaritch’s cock as you clench around him. It consumes you, drowns you like an alarming wave, and you whimper as he shuffles slightly, his strong hands holding you in place.

It’s dreadful how his cum leaks out of your pussy so slowly. Dreadful how he watches, his thumb smearing his cum over your cunt, trying to keep it as close to your hole as possible. You hiss in result, bucking forwards, your breath sharp as his cock presses wonderfully against the sensitive bud inside of your pussy.

“Bunny, you’re terrible at listening to your daddy today.” It makes you pout when his heavy balls smack against your ass slightly as he repositions himself, looking at your cunt, satisfied with how red and swollen it looks.

“Sorry, ‘ts just hurting.”

You involuntarily clench around him again when he slides a finger up the slits of your cunt. Quaritch tuts, his hot breath heavy against your neck. You’re so tight, your cunts restraint on him so constricting it feels like you’re trying to milk him again.

And maybe you are. “You want some more of daddy’s milk, bunny?” Quaritch pouts mockingly, grinning to himself as you mewl and readjust your legs. There’s a dull pain which is numbing your senses - perhaps it’s caused by the antagonizing throbbing of his cock inside of you every few seconds.

Your head lulls against his chest. “I want more,” you breathe, accepting that your fate tonight is to sit here, ready and wanting for whenever Quaritch wants.

[l3viat8an]

Guys ik I was just talking about levi, but Satan♡

He's so romantic, like you'll say "chivalry is dead" but then he shows up

He reads to you to help you sleep, he uses the side walk rule, he wants to meet your family, he's so bf!!

But honestly I just need satan cuddles in my life♡♡

Levi had his moment it’s Satan’s turn lolol ‘n Satan really is such a sweet, sappy romantic it’s adorable <3

The sidewalk rule is so true!!! He’ll take your hand and switch sides with you if you somehow ended up on the wrong side!!!

Satan loves taking you on all the typical dates too, cat cafes, museums, libraries, dancing, out to a fancy dinner whenever you both have time or when he feels like you need to be spoiled a little bit extra!

Satan’s absolutely the type to write and slip little love notes (or even short poems he read, that made him think of you) into your locker or school bag so you find them throughout the day, he hopes they’ll make you smile.

Definitely the type to give you little gifts, randomly. Anything from a pen because you mentioned yours was running out of ink to flowers ‘just because’. tho the flowers just so happen to be your favorites-

Loves soft PDA, he always wants to hold hands, partly because it keeps you closer and partly because he can bring your hand to his lips and kiss the back of it. Sappy, sweet, fool in love-

When it’s just the two of you alone tho- he loves giving you little kisses on whatever part of your skin is exposed. Hands, shoulders, neck, forehead, anywhere.

Some of the best cuddles too, his favorite is probably when you’re laying on his chest while he reads to you!!! Or he loves to be big spoon so he can wrap his whole body around yours.

[bloomxng-per4wxnkle]

Just thinking about how Wei Wuxian's birth name means 'infant'.

When he was brought back, he was infamous, a scourge of the cultivation world. Somebody whose name brings misfortune, somebody who took away the lives of the sister who raised him and her husband. Somebody who could not repay the debts he owed to his sect for raising him.

So, MXTX making Lan wangji, the guy who's called the 'bearer of light', who is the most righteous cultivator of his generation, refer to him with the word that can be associated the most with innocence really shows how perhaps she wants us to know that Wei wuxian, at his core, is innocent and not like how the cultivation world thinks of him to be...

And while Lan Wangji referring to him with his birth name signifies their deep relationship, I'd like to think that it's his way of telling him that he believes that his action were out of goodness, and not malintent- like the rest of the cultivation world suggests.

I think it's really sweet.

Anyways, I'll shut up (for) now.

[icequeenlila]

I wanna cry

Look at this baby. He's nothing more but a scared child and he's firing a gun. On instinct. To protect his loved ones. And the moment he pulls the trigger he realizes that at the other end of the weapon a human being is dying. That he just killed someone.

The moment I found this picture I laughed, bc on the first glance Lo'ak looks really cute here and the bad quality makes it meme worthy, but the more I looked the more tragic it became.

In the movie we can see his whole body slacking for a few moments, his expression numb. And Neteyam was there immediately, comforting, bc he noticed, bc he's a good big brother. Was a good big brother. Me sad now. Bye.

[theliterarybeldam]

I watched Avatar last night and I desperately need fics please 😭😭 I’ll be writing some maybe 👀 but I need y’all to write some too please 🙏🏾

Personally I’m a Neteyam girlie, but my love for Jake Sully was activated yet again so I will gladly accept stories for him as well 😁

[keisobe]

— lo’ak is literally the type to point at you and say “this one is for you” and then completely misses when he plays basketball

[eldritch-nightmare]

i love liu so much he is just. That guy. to me.

everything about him is just. he's such an interesting character to me. he is so tragic in the sense that no matter how many times he loves someone, they're always doomed to die. he can never form any bonds, platonic or romantic, because death follows him like a loyal dog. it's his fault, he supposes. divine punishment for going down the path of revenge. something along those lines, he thinks.

i think liu tries so hard to protect those close to him. i think, even though they always end up dead, he never gets used to it. he feels to much. he never grows numb to the grief. maybe that's why sully is the one to always deal with death, because he knows liu will crumble at the sight of it. sully is the only person he's yet to lose, simply because he can't.

i've conjured up many different scenarios of liu falling in love, only for his lover to inevitably die in his arms. it haunts me like ghost. but there's always one specific one that haunts me the most.

heads up: many mentions of death, major character death, blood, and god.

i think about him meeting someone one day. it wasn't anything romantic or ‘drama’ worthy. hell, it probably wasn't even a meet-cute. realistically, it was probably something as simple as bumping into each other one time and then suddenly that person is like… everywhere you go, yknow?

and meeting you the second time, the third time, the fourth… it all felt natural. it was scary, how easily you wormed your way into his heart but then again, he never built up any walls. he can never stop himself from getting attached. he's only human, after all.

he never intended on becoming friends with you. he had wanted to keep you as a mere acquaintance, but you wanted more. you always asked to hang out with him whenever you saw him, even if it meant sitting in silence as he prayed or read a book. you didn't care, because you already viewed him as your friend.

viewing you as a friend was scary, because he knew the moment he got attached, then he was basically cursing you to die. but then months went by, and you were still here. you didn't vanish. you never got sick, or hit by a car, or murdered in a failed robbery. you were still alive. maybe that's when he started getting more comfortable around you, hesitantly letting himself get attached bit by bit, piece by piece.

death never came for you. you were so… alive. it took his breath away each time he saw you.

you started becoming a constant in his life. the one friend he allowed himself to have. even sully seemed to like you, which was saying a lot. he smiled more when you were around. it felt as if he could actually live a normal life, if he wanted to.

it's a shame that he didn't. maybe things would have turned out different, if he had.

you added color to his world in ways no one ever has before, and it was only a matter of time before he found himself falling in love with you. day by day, every time you came around with that sweet smile of yours, liu could feel himself falling. it was… scary.

would you die if he loved you? you haven't yet, so it would be okay, right? he could love you. he wants to love you. he does love you.

and loving you was as easy as breathing. it was an embarrassed, flustered mess when he told you how he felt about you. the guy wears his heart on his sleeve, so you weren't surprised when he confessed to you. but he was certainly surprised when you reciprocated his feelings.

it was like every day felt brighter with you in his life. he got happy over the smallest things. your smile, your laugh, the way the stars reflect in your eyes, how you light up like the sun whenever you start talking about something you enjoy… liu could spend hours just looking at you. you're like a painting come to life. he thanked god every day for bringing you into his life, because he simply couldn't picture himself living without you anymore.

and sully was just as smitten as liu. you had him wrapped around your finger. he's never had anyone other than liu, so he was fiercely protective of you. he was like a dog, the way he stuck by your side and scared off pretty much anyone he considered to be a threat. but the moment you call his name, he's turning into mush. he looks at you like you're the only other person in the universe. to him, nothing else could ever compare to you. nothing will ever match your beauty. if he could, he would devour you.

for the longest time, liu was terrified of leaving you alone for long periods of time. if he left you alone, you could die. but you always reassured him. no matter what happened, you weren't going to leave him.

“you're stuck with me, liu. even if you grow tired of me, i'll stay by your side.”

he had always been scared of telling you he loved you, but you said it so easily. you two could be sitting in total silence, and you'd suddenly say it. looking at him as if he were the stars and ocean combined, holding his face so gently in your hands, whispering it like a prayer.

sleep was easier with you. he felt safe. he felt like a different person with you. he felt as if he could forget about everything, and that he could just be liu woods.

it would take him forever to tell you about his past. he was worried that you'd want nothing to do with him if you knew. you listened to each word that came out of his mouth the night he told you, his head resting on your lap as you played with his hair. he thought you'd tell him that revenge wasn't going to make things better. he was prepared for it, actually. but instead…

“you won't leave after you kill him, will you?”

liu would have hesitated to answer before he met you. he never saw himself living after killing jeff. it was a bit grim, but that was his reality. but not anymore. not with you.

“i could never leave you. you're stuck with me.”

and that was all you needed to hear.

he was so caught up in his love for you that he forgot. he forgot. and he fucking hates himself for forgetting.

three years. three years into your relationship, almost five into knowing you. he left you alone for the first time. four days. he was gone for four days, and not once did he think anything bad could happen to you.

not once did he ever consider you crossing paths with his brother. he really should've, but he was so… so sure that this time would be different. you were supposed to live. you had so much life in you that liu couldn't even imagine you dying anymore.

you're the only reason he had a phone. you wanted to contact him when he was away, so you had got him one and added him to your plan. and when that phone rang, liu answered it happily with a small smile on his face, excited to hear your voice.

“i love you.”

your voice had been quiet. he could hear the terror in your words, the tears you were no doubt crying. worse, he could hear his brother in the background, mocking you.

“aw, i give you one phone call and you don't think to call the police? god, you're dumb. now your poor lover boy is gonna hear you die.”

and liu has never ran so fast. the panic, the adrenaline, it was the only thing that kept him from blacking out even as his lungs begged him for rest.

but it was too late. jeff was gone by the time he got there, and you were barely clinging to life in the middle of your bedroom floor. your blood pooled around you, staining your clothes. the floor. your skin. your phone.

it was like the world was coming to a quiet end. he held you in his arms, crying tears he couldn't feel.

“are you an angel?” you had playfully asked, your voice quiet. so quiet.

he begged. he begged you to stay alive. he begged god to not take you from him.

“i’m sorry i lied.” you said. “it looks like i won't be able to stay with you anymore.”

your heart was starting to slow. there was so much blood. why was he so cruel with you? what did you do to deserve this?

liu couldn't think of anything to say. he couldn't comfort you. he couldn't beg anymore. it was pointless, it all was.

“i love you.” it was the first time he said it, he realizes. three years of dating you, and he's only saying it now.

and you laughed. it hurt, but you laughed. that was all you needed to hear.

shakily bringing a hand up to his face, looking at him as if he were life itself, “i love you too.” he grabbed your hand before it could fall, your breathing starting to slow.

“i'm cold.”

watching the life leave your eyes was the worst thing to have ever happened to him. when you took your last breath, it was as if liu died with you. the grief he felt was so much that he shut down, sully having to take over.

and when sully saw your lifeless body in his arms, he laughed. this was a joke, right? you were just pretending. you can't be dead. you can't… you can't die. and when he stopped laughing, he cried. sully has never had to grieve someone before.

he cursed god. he cursed jeff. he cursed liu. he cursed himself.

i don't think liu or sully will ever heal from this, honestly. the grief will never go away. if anything, your death solidifies the idea that jeff needed to die.

for the longest time, i think sully would despise you for dying. how could you leave them? you promised you'd stay by their side, and now all they have left of you is a tombstone.

everything reminds them of you. it's like you were still with them, and yet they could never feel you.

how are they supposed to ever get used to never seeing your smile again? they'll never get to hear your voice or your laugh. they'll never feel your skin underneath their hands anymore. it's gone. you're gone.

liu would kill a thousand people if it meant bringing you back to life. sully would tear the heavens down and kill god if it meant you'd breathe again.

and sometimes, on the rare chance that liu is able to sleep, he dreams of you. he always hates waking up from those dreams.

liu will never stop loving you. no matter how much time passes, he always ends the day visiting your tombstone.

you were right.

he was stuck with you.

[orrsoared]

I had a dream last night that the Bruins were playing a wild card team from New Orleans called “The Voodoo.”

[loakstahni]

tell her she's pretty while you're inside

Summary; how the avatar men would say "you're pretty" while fucking you❤

Featuring; colonel Miles Quaritch, lieutenant Lyle Wainfleet, Jake sully, Tonowari, Oliver Mansk, Ao'nung, Neteyam, Lo'ak, and rotxo :>

Warnings ⚠; nsfw, all of the younger boys are aged up!, unprotected sex, mentions of marking, mentions of tsaheylu, daddy kink, tail pulling, biting, mating press, shower sex, missionary, doggystyle, cowgirl, i think thats it! :3

Jake sully;

Jake would have come home late one day from his duties of Olo'eyktan, coming home to his perfect little mate.

He would have you bent in a mating press, his hips snapping against yours sharply. “Such a pretty girl..” He coos, bending down even more, pining you into the mat with all his weight, making you squeak underneath him. You whine, head dropped back and teeth gnawing on your puffy bottom limp. “You look so pretty, baby..” Jake grunts, nuzzling your cheek with his nose. You whimper softly, your walls clenching around his shaft, making Jake chuckle.

Miles Quaritch;

His hand was placed over your mouth, keeping your sounds muffled as he rutted into you from behind, your chest pressed into the wall of the shower stall, water running down both your hot and sticky bodies.

“That's it..” Miles pants into your ear, pressing his face into your nape, nipping at the soft skin there. You mewl, drool coating the palm of Miles’ hand as you clench around him, drawing a strained moan from your boyfriend. “Such a pretty girl.. Fuckin’ hell..” He grunts, angling his hips upwards, making his tip slam into your sweet spot every time. “M-hp!” You gasp, your head dropping back against his chest as your orgasm hit you like a wave of hot pleasure. Drawing Miles right over after you. “Good girl..” He grunts against the shell of your ear.

Lyle Wainfleet;

Lyle had you laid out on the bed, laying on top of you with your legs hooked around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back. “Fuck.. Y-yes..” He moans out, dropping his head into your chest, his hips sloppily slapping against your thighs.

You cup the back of his head, holding his face against your chest. “Lyle-.. Mhm..” You mewl, back arching and pussy squeezing the life out of his cock. Lyle whimpers, gripping your hips tightly. “You're so pretty..” He pants, pressing his face against yours while rubbing your clit between two fingers, sending you over the edge quickly with a strained whine, lyle followed right after.

Oliver Mansk

You were riding him like your life depended on it, sticky thighs meeting his while he held your hips. You moan softly, cupping the back of his head and lifting his face up towards yours and kissing him messily.

Oliver only broke the kiss for air, panting heavily while his hips rutted up to meet your downwards thrusts. “You feel so good.. Fuck.. So, so pretty..” He pants out, hiding his face in your chest, moaning along with you.

Tonowari;

His massive form had you pinned under him, body pressed firmly into the mat below you while his hips slowly pumped in and out of you. Praising you and hushing you little cries.

“That's it,  ma oeyä Sumtsyìp..” He mumbles against your ear, gently holding one of your hands beside your head. “W-wari..” You mewl, your walls fluttering around his massive length. “fìtxan sevin.. fìtxan, fìtxan sevin..” He praised, making you squirm.

Neteyam sully;

He had already drawn three orgasms out of you so far, aiming to make you squirt. His hips not stopping even after he had came himself.

“Come on, ma sevin ‘eve.. One more, I promise..” He coos, lifting your knees up and placing them over his broad shoulders. “C-can't! Te-teyam please!” You whimper, your hands grabbing at his forearms, nails leaving behind marks. “Yes you can,” he coos, leaning his head down and pressing his forehead against yours, pressing kiss after kiss over your face. His left hand trails down, rubbing circles around your over sensitive nub while his hips shove deeper against yours, each thrust kissing your cervix. “cum for me, oeyä sevin ‘eve.. You look so, so sevin.” And that's all it took to have you clenching around his length, whimpering loudly as you finally squirted like he wanted, coating his length and thighs with your slick release. “Sìltsan ‘eve..” He coos, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Lo'ak sully;

“cm'on mamas,” Lo'ak coos, bending over your back, pressing his chest into your back while rutting into your from behind. Giving your tail a few tugs,

“Lo..” You whimper, your head dropping down onto the soft grass below you, back arching downwards, leaving your rear up in the air. “Such a pretty girl.. All for me..” He coos in your ear, nipping at your earlobe before changing his pace, leaving you a squirming and whimpering mess.

Ao'nung;

His big hands held the sides of your head, looking deeply into your eyes while slowly thrusting into you, the overwhelming feelings of being bonded with you, feeling what you felt through tsaheylu. “M-ma n-nung..” You whimper, tears bubbling in your pretty eyes; those eyes weren't meant for tears.. Ao'nung gently shushes you, pressing his nose against yours, soothing his hands through your pretty hair. “fìtxan, fìtxan, sevin.. Ma oeyä muntxaten..” He coos tenderly, gone with what was the childhood bully and now your mate that you truly saw..

Rotxo;

Soft and breathy whines filled the marui as rotxo gently lifted you up and down on his cock, trying his best to be gentle even if he wanted more. “roro..” You whimper, pressing your face into his chest, grinding your hips slightly. Rotxo whines gently, Nibbling on your already marked neck. “Yes, sevin..?” He coos gently, drawing you in for a soft kiss while picking up the pace of his hips, thrusting them up into you.

[yawnetu]

now if you told me i'd be 100% simping for giant smurf men 3 years ago, i would have laughed and gagged. but look where we are now

you either die vanilla, or live long enough to see yourself become a thot 🫡

[askinkiskarma]

Ok, so I need to get this off my chest because it’s been weighing heavily on my mind. I’ve never properly addressed this because I honestly think it’s not something that deserves the traffic, but my entire feed has been overwhelmed with negativity and it’s genuinely making me want to not be on here anymore.

1. I age up my characters. No, that absolutely does not make me a paedophile. You don’t like it, the door’s right there, the block button’s easily accessible, i tag my fics, you can block tags, there’s so many things you can do.

2. Throwing words with such horrible and serious connotations around as a hyperbole is not quirky and doesn’t make you interesting, it makes you an asshole who diminishes and undermines real world problems to make yourself feel better about literally the most inane of non-problems.

3. If you have time to give a shit about someone you don’t know on the internet who finds joy in some artistic relief, you haVE TOO MUCH TIME!!! I’m curious how many of you actually have any concern or involvement in anything regarding actual paedophilia, that concerns actual kids, actual real life people.

4. If you do indeed believe that someone who ages up a literal fictional tall blue alien is a “paedophile”, you genuinely, genuinely need to go out and touch some grass, BUT what absolutely KILLS me is the absolute unhinged hypocrisy: you want to think you’re better than me, you denounce my work publicly, and then FOLLOW ME and reblog my Jake smut (?!???!?). Like this actually blows my mind. So in your eyes, i am the scum of the earth, i deserve to die and go to jail cause i am “sexualising minors”, but THEN you’re ok with it when you get off to my smut that you do agree with. HOW?! You must be so flexible cause that’s some impressive mental acrobatics. Congrats!!!

5. YOU CANNOT PICK AND CHOOSE WHAT YOU’RE MORALLY SUPERIOR ABOUT!!! Pls get that through your head. If you can forgive “deviant” behaviour when you’re horny and need a Jake fic to get yourself off to, honey baby, you’re just as bad, cause you’re proving you’re willing to bend your morals for your own pleasure and selfish needs. Like PLEASE BE FOR FUCKING REAL!!!

6. This is for my readers and readers of fics in general - if you like what we write, please, please show it. I have seen/talked to several of my mutuals who want to take a step back because of so much negativity that outweighs the support at the moment. If you want to keep being able to enjoy this content, please show your favourite writers some love, especially at this time.

7. And for my mutuals/besties, please, please don’t get discouraged. I know it’s hard, and it sucks, and it’s so disheartening, but i am here to talk and here to stay, and we can get through this together. It would hurt me so badly to see genuinely talented, beautiful, creative, kind people be driven away by some lowlives with nothing better to do than bully people. Stay strong and know I’m always here for you.

This is the first and last time i will be addressing this. I will not be engaging with these people anymore, and i will be using the block button incredibly liberally going forward. Remember you’re responsible for curating your online experience. You don’t like/agree with something, FUCKING BLOCK ME. I BEG YOU.

That’s all. Stay safe and good luck, my loves. I love you. Xoxoxox

[daze-stole-ur-milk]

The part that really breaks my heart in Avatar the way of water is when Jake called Lo’ak Neteyam after he saved Jake from drowning.

“Neteyam?”

“No, dad it’s me Lo’ak.”

And then he tries to apologize for his brothers death.

Like Can you imagine Your dad calling you your dead brother’s name (who’s death your dad blames you for) after you just saved his life.

Like I hope the Na’vi has therapy cause they all need it

[seeminglydark]

Hi!

I remember seeing your "detention" image a long time ago and a friend of mine found it again earlier today!

I just wanted to let you know I love that picture so much that it inspired me to make my own characters with the same kind of dynamic :)

Thank you for making my favorite image on the entire internet 💖💖💖

AHHHHH thats so wonderful! Im SO happy to hear it inspired you, its truly my fave trope of all time <3 im not crying youre crying.

They said thannkkkyouuu <3