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[moongumi]

just wanna share a nsfw thot 🤭 you know with how big the na’vi are. i was thinking about how you would get annoyed because you wanna take our na’vi’s dick all at once but being frustrated to the point of tears and then our na’vi chuckling and that he’s gonna work you open until you’re wet enough and tells you to be patient and that we’ll get what we want

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ try harder❞

⟶ navi!oc x reader

⟶ cw. short thirst, navi!oc, human!reader, size difference, smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, established-relationship, alien x human, teasing + etc.

⟶ wc. 1k+

⟶ note. : ) tryna get back into it, i've been so busy these days hope you enjoy! I'm working on more requests now! i dont think i nailed the request BUT I TRIED

the waves crashing gets louder the more frustrated you get. you huff your breath at him. his skin glows as darkness looms over you, his light blue skin and dark stripes adorn the bright flecks of colour that reflects the moonlight on his skin.

“hfmp–” you groan getting off the ground onto your knees, feeling the tightly woven straw floor underneath your bare skin. the moonlight shines beautifully through the window, shining in your eyes.

he moves, lifting his body off the ground with his hands to right where you did. he lays, head resting on the hand-woven and stuffed pillow. he’s comfortable, resting his arms under his head in a cocky manner. throwing your leg over his waist, you slowly lower yourself onto him. it just won’t fit. “fuck–”

“it’s so cute watching you try,” he cooed, a smile stretching over his pretty face–a chuckle leaves his lips soon after. he moves his hips, nudging upwards for you to try again.

cruel.

“shut up, roa,” you whine, hands resting by his sides getting frustrated with your incapability. your head only gets hotter, heat suddenly feels like it's burning through your whole body.

tangaroa’s grin turns into a smirk. his pride is filled–your small human body, struggling with the sheer size of him fuels his lust. he sits up on his arms, his face coming up to yours–he hums, letting out a quiet coo, “my little human, so small–incapable of taking me. do you want my help?”

“no,” you spit, stubborn and determined to get it in all on your. his teeth show, his smile couldn’t get any bigger, god, he’s fucking loving it–he likes the way you're so strong-willed.

it wasn’t the first time you’ve had sex–every time it’s big, the pain feels good–the stretch is so intoxicating but usually he helps you, warms you up–he’s good at it.

it was getting to a point where you were feeling soreness in your own arms and legs, maybe it was time to give up but hell, you weren't going to give up. “i can do it.”

he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, his large hand resting on the small of your back and he pulls you up slightly making your core gush–you sounded ready to him, maybe you only needed a little push. his hands are hot, your breathing labors watching his eyes flicker between yours and your plump lips, “okay, try again, my love.”

the metkayina men are a lot bigger than the others. larger in every single way. even straddling his waist was almost a struggle in itself. you take initiative, dropping lower on his body. his cock stands tall, soaked in your attempts. sitting on it’s shaft you ride on it, rubbing its length between your swollen lips–gosh, the sounds they make, is like music to his ears.

his lips part, and he lets out a pleased sound. he makes the most pretty noises, you feel the lower part of your stomach warm the more his voice sings to it.

the head is thick, larger than the shaft, that in itself was stopping you–the sheer girth and weight of it. “you can play on it all you want, i know you want me inside of you–all of me.” he enjoyed the way you were practically teasing and edging yourself but it was hard for him to hide his own desires.

his hand takes hold of your jaw gently, he brings your face towards his–eyes darkened and his lashes long, flutter against your cheeks. he parts his lips more, he wants it–he knows you do too. you press your lips against his blue ones, the kiss wasn’t slow or gentle at all. its rough, teeth clanging together–his fangs bite down on your lips as they intertwine just like he was trying to devour you. you turn your head, deepening the angle allowing him to only need the slight swipe of his tongue to enter you. his tongue engulfs you, tasting like pure honey–sweet and impossibly delicious. moans leave your lips, getting swallowed by his lips.

his free hand makes it’s way toward your bottom half, gripping your cheeks in them. he parts your cheeks, hearing the way your arousal smacks and sticks to you. “let me help you.”

“but i wanted to–” your lips quiver as if tears wanted to release. frustration to the max, to the verge of tears.

“i know, i know–but i can’t wait, fuck–i want you too much.” he groans through the kiss, rubbing your nape gently to reassure you, “next time, you can take your time–you’ve teased me all day, i can’t help it–you are too fuckable in our clothes.”

his lips leave yours to bite and mark your neck. he sucks and presses his fangs into your skin. his arms are long enough for him to prod his fingers that tickles your core to navigate toward your heat.

it was the first day you truly felt like you belonged here, he'd adorned you with leathers, beads and shells. practically making it known that you were his for his entire tribe to see. it was the most exposed you've ever been but, you didn't feel strange–no, because here everyone was dressed that way–no one looked at you differently. only him, his eyes glued to you all day in those small pieces of clothes.

he feels how much wetter you’ve become already, practically dripping–he breathes heavily onto your collarbone, dropping his head down to suckle at the skin of your breasts, marking the heavily as you could cover them.

his thick fingers poke and pry at your raw and pulsing lips, overused from the attempts of pushing him in. he tuts, feeling bad for you, “at least you tried, hm? such a good girl.” he chuckles, teasing you to get a cute reaction from you.

you whine and pout at him. pushing your ass back into his fingers making them dip into your cunt a bit. you muffled a moan, pushing your head into his braids.

“do not keep those noises to yourself, if you do–i will stop.” he presses his lips to the shell of your ear, "be patient, hm, and you'll get what you want from me."

“okay. please, roa, don't stop."

© moongumi 2022. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

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[etherealkins]

finn ames (mashle: magic and muscles) moodboard with themes surrounding academia, desserts, and rayne ames.

requested by: 📖 anon | made by: crowley

[positive-total-drama-takez]

Sorry I haven't been here for a while!!

Alejandro, my boy.. the fandom doesn't treat him right :(

He's not some 'sexy guy to be objectified', he's a TEENAGER!!! With a LIFE!!!!

I hate when people make him just downright seductive in fics, sorry, like. He's not perfect, he likes dinosaurs, EXPLORE THAT.

Sorry for the rant I'm just pissed at how people treat him in the fandom.

I like his outfit I wish I had it

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[asheanon]

Sharing this old thing over here as well, since, apparently, the Xitter likes it!

It's a mood. Just… sending out all the good vibes that I can and casting some hopes and wishes out into the sky. For everyone I can think of, including myself. That sort of thing. ☄️💜

And as I mentioned in the comments there: I know that's Sal there along with a respective story (FFVII fanfic "The Anomaly") but I sometimes think it's fun to imagine this being a sort of YCH (your character here) situation as well.

Like, feel free to imagine your favorite sharing a hug with Seph for any reason too. It's always allowed anyway, but still. 🫂💜

[sematarygirls]

Ooh okay! What about Sonny being obsessed with a detective and he’s an ADA? Maybe he recently divorced Amanda and he’s been lusting over the reader. He ends up stalking and kidnapping them, maybe not a traditional “kidnapping” but he drugs reader at dinner in his apartment and keeps reader there? Feel free to change anything to make it more comfortable for you!

꒰ i need him to kidnap me so bad, bro ꒱ 𝅄

  ／ you had grown quite close to ada carisi over the past couple weeks. you felt bad for the guy, honestly. he seemed so stressed—a neverending mountain of cases always seeming to be stacked on his desk—and he also seemed incredibly sad ever since he returned from his temporary leave from the da's office.

you noticed how he seemed to be throwing himself head first into work more than usual and couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. you had a nasty habit of always needing to fix other people's problems. you didn't like unresolved conflicts and seeing how they effected people, so you started trying to befriend him.

surprisingly, he was very receptive to your gestures of baked goods and checking up on him every now and then. in fact, he was very enthusiastic to get to know you more.

of course, you brushed this off. you'd heard that he was a particularly friendly guy, and after learning of his recent divorce—the very reason for his aforementioned absence—you figured he just needed a friend, someone to talk to.

admittedly, sonny had never noticed you before. he was always so caught up with work and amanda and her daughters, but now that he had noticed you, he never wanted to let you go. you were the most attractive person he'd ever seen, and your kindness was so alluring. you were so soft, a rarity in this world, and practically unheard of in this field. he felt a fierce need to protect you that he'd never felt before.

it wasn't his proudest moment when he'd followed you home. he told himself he just wanted to make sure you were safe. he knew better than anyone that anything could happen, especially in the middle of the night on a new york street.

and once he realized that you didn't even notice that you were being followed, well, he just knew he had to keep following you. it was for your own safety. you were so naive and trusting; you needed someone to look after you—someone like him.

and so he began to stalk you. though, he didn't like that word. it was so harsh, so criminal, and what he was doing was out of the goodness of his own heart. he was simply looking out for you.

he watched you from a distance, observing your daily routine of going out for breakfast before work. you went at the same time every day to the same place, always sitting in the same table.

he tsked. you were just asking for someone to try something. your routine was too predictable, too easy to follow. you were lucky that you had someone like him to look out for you.

all throughout this, you were completely unaware of his presence constantly looming, always watching. you continued up appearances at work, always smiling and joking with him. you two started growing close, very close.

you were so happy to have such a kind man to call your friend. he was always offering to take you out to eat and calling you to check in. he cared about you, and you cared about him.

that's why, when he invited you over for dinner at his apartment, you enthusiastically accepted the offer. you thought the intimate environment would allow you two to get to know eachother better, something you were eagerly looking forward to. you were dying to know all about him, your excitement showing through when you showed up half an hour early.

you two talked and laughed as he made you dinner, eventually sitting down to eat. it was so comfortable, so normal. you never would have expected the sinister plan that was going to unfold at the hands of someone you considered such a close friend.

"wow, sonny, that was incredible," you grinned as you finished up your food, tilting your wine glass to your lips to drink the last bit remaining. you hadn't noticed the way he stared intensely everytime you took a sip, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips when you finished the glass.

"i'm glad you liked it," he said, eyeing you oddly, like he was expecting something. "i love having someone to cook for."

"well, you're very good at it," you complimented him. he was so sweet to do this for you, to invite you over and cook for you. suddenly, you felt a wave of nausea hit you, your bright smile faltering. "um," you cleared your throat. "could i use your bathroom?"

"yeah, of course," he nodded, smiling. "it's the first door on your right." he pointed down the hallway. you smiled gratefully and stood, feeling lightheaded. you blinked, your vision starting to blur as you gripped the edge of the table, stumbling. you were suddenly feeling very strange. "are you okay?" he asked, feigning concern as he made his way to your side, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you upright.

"i just-" you felt your limbs growing heavier by the second. "something's wrong," you gripped him for support.

"geez, i didn't think you were such a lightweight," he laughed, wrapping both arms securely around your waist. even now, you were still completely oblivious to what he'd done.

"i-i think i'm gonna- gonna..." you drifted off, your eyes drooping shut as your body fell limp. his grip around you kept you from falling to the floor. he hooked an arm under your legs, lifting you up to carry you bridal style to his bedroom.

he laid you gently on the bed, smiling fondly as he brushed your hair from your face. you looked so peaceful, so safe. he reached into his bedside table, retrieving his old handcuffs from when he was a detective and locking one around your wrist and the other to the bedframe to keep you from leaving.

he needed to keep you safe and sound, and the only way to ensure that would happen was if you were with him. he could look after you, take care of you, keep you from doing stupid things—it was the only way to ensure that you stayed out of danger.

he had to do it.

he really hoped that you would understand when you woke up, and he explained that it was for your own good, but he knew that, if you didn't at first, you would in time. you would learn to appreciate his love and attentiveness to your wellbeing. soon you would see that it was all for you.

he waited eagerly for you to awake, so he could just explain what was going on. he knew you were going to be scared, but it wasn't him you should be scared of—it was out there where he couldn't protect you!

finally, your eyelids began to flutter open, a soft groan leaving your lips that had his ears perking up. he was holding your hand—the one that had been handcuffed— and his grip tightened as you stirred.

you rubbed your eyes with the hand that wasn't being held. your mind was hazy, and you didn't notice the cold metal locked around your wrist until you tried to sit up.

"what the..." you trailed off, your eyes finding the handcuff that had rattled against the bedframe as you moved. you followed the chain to your hand, engulfed by his. a pit of unease formed in your stomach as bile rose to your throat.

"shh," he cooed, running his thumb over your skin to soothe you. "it's okay." the look in his eyes was one devoid of guilt or shame. in fact, he looked completely and utterly proud of himself.

"sonny, what's going on?" you asked, your voice shaking with fear as you tugged against the handcuff.

"I just want to protect you," he said softly, reaching out to caress your cheek. he frowned when you jerked away from his touch. "now, don't be like that," he said firmly. "i'm doing you a favor. you should be thanking me."

"thanking you?" you asked incredulously, searching his eyes for any sign that this was just some sick joke, but his expression was dead serious, his eyebrows furrowing in that manner they always did when he was focused.

"yes, thanking me," he reiterated. "the world is so cruel, especially to pretty little things like yourself," he brushed your hair from your face, and it took every ounce of control in your body not to jerk away again. you didn't know what he'd do if he was mad, and you didn't want to find out. "so, i'm going to keep you here, with me. that way, nothing can happen to you."

you wondered how the man in front of you was the same man you met all those weeks ago. the same man who would hold doors open for you and take you out to lunch. how was that the same man who thought it was completely rational to handcuff you to a bed?

"sonny, please," you pleaded, your eyes darting around the room. "let's just talk, okay? just uncuff me and we can talk."

"i'm not stupid," he said, standing from the bed and crossing his arms. he looked down at you, his expression darkening. "i know you'll try to run."

"i-i won't!" you assured him helplessly. "i promise!"

"don't lie to me," his jaw clenched, his brows furrowing farther. "maybe, if you're a good girl, and prove to me that you will behave and not try to leave, i will uncuff you, but until then, you're staying put."

you felt like a weight had been placed on your chest, panic beginning to set in as the gravity of your situation dawned on you. you had been kidnapped, and you had no idea how you were going to get away.

he headed toward the door. you had taken so long to wake up that now, he had to get to work. "oh," he said, stopping in the doorway to turn to you. "and don't even try to scream. i soundproofed the whole apartment."

it was a lie. he didn't have the time or funds to do that, especially not after the divorce had drained him of his savings. besides, it would have looked suspicious to do so. but, you didn't know any of these things, and you were so afraid and he had said it so confidently that you had no choice but to believe him. he had you eating out of the palm of his hand.

as you watched him leave, hearing the bedroom door lock behind him, you couldn't help the tears beginning to fall. you felt hopeless, afraid, alone, and utterly betrayed. this man you thought you knew—you thought was your friend—had done the unimaginable. you didn't even know who he was anymore, and you were locked in his apartment, completely at his mercy.

[chikaras-garden]

what are your favourite fics currently? Fic recs?

Honestly getting this question is a massive compliment (because you trust my taste?? mine??) and I'm going to try to do as much justice as possible.

Not a comprehensive list, just some recent loves, ongoing faves, and fics I go back to again and again. Most include smut because porn with plot is my fave. If you're looking for a specific trope/kink/character, let me know and I'll go through my tags and ao3 for you!

I'm sorry if this is a little messy!

DC

Help Me Help You from @tetzoro's kinktober

@uc1wa's entire frat boy universe, but especially Dick and Roy

How to Disappear by @pluvialpoet

Saying We're Just Friends by @idyllcy

Mania by Erea (Ao3)

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx's gaslamp and weird kid AUs

Haikyuu

Dusk til Dawn by @mrs-kurooo

Starboy by @heavenlyakin

The White Knight by @doingitforbokuto

Cross Check by @kagelun

Bad Day, Good Day (not x reader) by MoraMew (Ao3)

Resident Evil

Hoist the Colours by @daydreamrot

Misc.

Size Difference (ft. Joel Miller) by @some-insomniac-writes

Faulty Test (ft. an incredible android OC) by @2kmps

Chiaroscuro (ft. vampire!Benedict Bridgerton) by @eleanor-bradstreet

Go with the Man to the Mountaintop (ft. Cullen Rutherford) by fereldenpeach (Ao3)

[seung-scrittore]

Hey idk how to request but I saw ur soft hours open and wanted to tell u about my sleepy boyfriend !Jisung brainrot 💔

my soft hours are SO open & this is such a cute idea :(

boyfriend! jisung who wakes up a little before you do but doesn’t want to get up yet so he snuggles further into you

boyfriend! jisung who presses little kisses on your jaw to wake you up so you can give him attention

boyfriend! jisung who has the dreamiest, gruffest chuckle in the morning before he beams at you with his stupid toothy grin 🫶

boyfriend! jisung who bickers with you about staying in today with him & ignoring your responsibilities

boyfriend! jisung who looks at you with stars in his eyes and holds you as tightly as he can

[phightinghottakes]

was going to say this at the bottom but perhaps its a good preface instead: we dont even ship any of this

i think the phighting fandom is way too quick to label a ship they dont like as a proship. you can just say you dont like it. like. some examples:

biograft ships arent really problematic despite some peoples claims. headcanon some sentience into that thing, boom. also some people make claims at the "age" but that just. doesnt work? robots are usually just ageless things, bios age is when it was made. that thing could be mentally like 20 something if you give them some sentience (also no one makes the claim that its bad for a supposed three year old to be running around killing anything and everything, its always about "but you cant ship that! theyre three!", because in reality bio doesnt really count as a three year old child)

i know its the big popular claim but we really dont see how subkit is this big bad disgusting proship people make it out to be. theyre enemies? okay. enemies (to friends) to lovers plus healing arc plus redemption arc. "ohh but subspace hurt medkit" and medkit hurt subspace back (and if i remember right he canonically hurt subspace *worse*). healing arc, redemption arc, enemies to friends arc, etc etc, boom. if people werent so aggressive about the idea, we could have this ship where two characters are working through their issues and are both healing and becoming friends, and then as more time goes by and they heal further, perhaps theyre lovers? doesnt even have to be romantic! boom, queerplatonic partners be upon ye

those are like the main two we see labelled that on our (very blackrock centred) side of the uh. phighting pinterest community (we arent on phighting tumblr often. and we dont have twitter)

but yeah like. i dont see what makes these "proships" actually proships? they arent like. disgusting unless someone is actively portraying them in a bad way (then we should be blocking said hypothetical person). there is potential if done right, and its so easy to do it right. and there are much worse, actual proship ships out there (staring at venomheart, they are *brothers*)

main point: you dont need to label something as gross gross bad proship ewww, just say you dont like it and block the tags for it. we arent a fan of medhammer or swocket (just dont like them, no big reason why), but we arent going to go foam at the mouth and call either a proship, we just blocked the tags

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[inkykeiji]

i can’t stop thinking about how mad all of your iterations would be if reader tried to pay for dinner or successfully paying and pumping their gas when they went inside the gas station for a second, i can just see touya straight up stank facing her and tomura being so upset omg

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no literally they would be so offended??? so incredibly and unreasonably offended. like first of all, what makes you think you have any right to try and treat them? do you think they need taking care of??? (they def do, but it’s in a much different way than the financial way they take care of you eep >.<) who’s the boss/big brother/Daddy of who here? who’s duty is it to take care of who? certainly not yours, that’s for sure.

secondly, where the fuck are you getting these funds from??? your big brother/Daddy controls every single cent that passes through your pretty little fingertips, so how on earth do you have enough money to even offer such a ridiculous thing? irregardless of the iteration, they’d all feel varying degrees n severities of slighted, insulted, and their sick minds would jump to nonsensical conclusions—does this mean you think they’re incapable? does this mean you think you’re better than them? does this mean they’re giving off vibes that they need you to take care of them in such an aggressive and dominant manner (and that’s the key here, truly. you take care of them for sure, but it is in a manner that is soft, emotional, submissive. you brush dainty fingers through their hair and trace tender constellations along their cheeks, you let them pour their daily frustrations into your body and keep all of their secrets, whispered out in shards and fragments in the dead of night. you do not provide for them in a monetary way. your value is much different than that)? etc etc etc.

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[Text: The fictives in this system have a lot of shame about being fictives but are trying to cope.]

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[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Alm and Celica are Yin and Yang, no I will not elaborate...

But I will say that Celica is a tiger, not a dragon like Alm

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[sillysystems]

Silly system culture is having a best friend in sys that you front with majority of the time but you also play fight a lot and tease each other so each time a new alter fronts with us we have to explain that, no we don’t have each other, we’re just silly like that lol - 📖📌anon (could we claim that since I’m pretty sure I didn’t see it?) :3

You guys have the average siblings relationship going on LMAO

I guess after a point you're not even surprised or bothered to tell them you guys are friends

(Ye sit wasn't in the list until you claimed it!)

[raphaeltheseraphim]

Food cravings are not always caused by pregnancy, but are often caused by stress, sleep deprivation, hormonal imbalance, nutritional deficiency, ect.

As all of these can be caused by pregnancy, weird food cravings are usually associated with pregnancy, but that won't always be the case.

Considering the stress you are put under often, and the food you have been consuming from Solomon, it is likely your cravings come from a different source than pregnancy. Rather, it's likely connected to said stress and also very likely nutritional deficiency. /gen

~ Informant Anon 📖

Thank you, I hope it is just that, I will need to be sure though.

[selfship-confession-box]

i love my f/o (📚🧢)!!!! 📚🧢 is so nice and cares so so much. I also think he's autistic (like me!). people don't like 📚🧢 because of his source (not on the blacklist) and it makes me sad that they don't give 📚🧢 a chance just based on what the heard about his source. the source doesssss have it's issues, tbh. I'm actually planning on rewriting 📚🧢's canon a little.

anyways, we're getting married soon!! we're having it in the winter :DDDDD

ps. can I be bookworm (📖🐛) anon?

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