AINT NO FUCKIN WAY THATS AWESOME

Reblog for September- I will rain hellfire upon the day my bonds be released pᵘⁿ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᵏᵃˢ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵃᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ ⁱ ᵒⁿˡʸ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈⁱˢᶜʳⁱᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿ ⁱ ᵈⁱᵈⁿᵗ ᵃᶜᵗᵘᵃˡˡʸ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ ʸᵉᵗ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢⁱˡˡ ᵐʸ ᶜᵃʳⁿᵃᵍᵉ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵘᵖ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ

❄️✨Smutty Quaritch Oneshot - Christmas Eve✨❄️

CONTENT: Christmas!, I Wanted Quaritch to Wear a Santa Hat, Ribbons for Lingerie, You Are The Gift✨ AHA—, Light Bondage (with the ribbons), Gagged, Teasing, You Get Glazed like a Donut, Oral Sex (receiving), Vaginal Sex, Size Difference (per usual), Multiple Orgasms, Nipple Play, Fingering, Tit Sucking, if I had to write “If there’s one thing Miles Quaritch enjoys eating more than Christmas cookies, it’s your pussy” you have to read it, Sprinkle of Fluff.

Nobody wants to spend Christmas Eve alone. You were waiting a while. Almost too long—almost long enough that you considered sending him a picture of exactly what he was going to find on his bed—but finally, the door opens.

Quaritch’s glowing amber eyes narrow onto you. You’re laying on the bed, propped up on your elbows, and wrapped in thick army-green ribbon. Candles flicker on the beside table and the top of the headboard is wrapped in twinkling lights that cast seductive shadows across your body.

The colonel reaches for you, but you stall him with a look and nod your head towards the Santa hat on the corner of the bed.

He huffs a laugh. “Really?”

You bite your lip and grin.

“Fine,” he muttered, snatching the hat and tugging it on, careful not to trap his sensitive Na’vi ears. It was a little small, but that added to the charm.

Quaritch grabs your ankles and slides you to the foot of the bed, tail swishing in anticipation. “What a pretty present,” he murmurs, fangs flashing with a wicked grin. “All wrapped up for me, huh?”

“Merry Christmas, colonel,” you say.

His long blue fingers brush the edge of the ribbon snug against the top of your breasts, tied with a large bow in the centre. Your nipples peak the shiny satin as a shiver shoots down your spine. There’s a matching bow between the dimples in the small of your back.

Quaritch pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside. On cue, you undo the large buckle of his belt. You take your time, fighting the desire to touch as much of him as fast as possible after dreaming about this moment all day. Judging by the stiff bulge in his cargo pants, you’re not the only one, but he stops you before you reach the zipper.

“My turn,” he says.

He tugs one side of the bow holding your breasts and watches hungrily as the ribbon falls away. Part of you is annoyed that the hour you spent tying yourself up /just right/ is unravelled so easily, but those thoughts fade as the colonel kneels before you and flicks your nipples with his rough tongue. You arch and gasp, locked in place with his hands on your hips.

Your fingers tangle in his cropped hair and the fuzz of the Santa hat as he sucks your tits into his hot mouth, his tongue continuing to work the rosy bud as his teeth scrape your tender skin. His breath tickles your collarbone as he pulls you in, tasting you like a man starved. His attention travels from your breasts to your neck, inhaling the sweet vanilla perfume as he nips and sucks.

“You’re like a god damn Christmas cookie,” he grunts.

He devoured the batch you’d made earlier this week. “Gonna eat me too?”

“Damn right.”

You squeak as he tosses you back on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight as he crawls on top of you, caging you within his powerful limbs. For a moment he simply studies you, your breasts gleaming with his saliva and half-unwrapped. Then, Quaritch smirks and picks up the discarded ribbon. He brushes the soft fabric over your skin and watches the goosebumps form across your flesh.

You close your eyes and arch, thighs squeezing together. He takes his sweet time teasing your flushed skin with the feather light touch of the ribbon, teasing over our belly and chest before up your arms. You don’t notice that he’s looped the ribbon around your wrists until he pulls it snug, shackling you to the headboard.

He chuckled as your eyes fly open. “Don’t give me that. I think this is exactly what you had in mind,” he tells you, leaning down and kissing his way down your arms.

You couldn’t deny that. A moan escapes you when his mouth finally meets yours, the kiss deep and full of promise.

Quaritch’s knee parts your thighs and you whimper at the delicious friction. He lets you grind against the thick muscle of his thigh as he slips his hands beneath you and unties the second emerald ribbon. He smirks upon finding the section that falls away from your needy cunt already wet with desire.

“Open up,” he instructs, and slips the damp ribbon between your teeth, gagging you with it before you can protest. The sight of you tasting yourself as he ties it snug darkens his eyes with a more carnal desire.

Deciding he’s going to taste you too, the colonel pins your knees to the mattress and parts your slick folds with his tongue. His groan of satisfaction reverberates through you. You strain against your bonds with building pleasure as his devilish mouth works on you, arching. Muffled by the gag, your moans fill the room, mingling with the sloppy attention of his mouth.

If there’s one thing Miles Quaritch enjoys eating more than Christmas cookies, it’s your pussy.

He sucks your clit until you shudder before soothing you with greedy licks. Covering your entire cunt in his fanged mouth, he lets you grind against his tongue until your pleasure soaks the blanket. He kisses the puffy lips of your pussy as you ride through the aftershocks of your orgasm, almost reverent, and nuzzles the flat bridge of his nose against the apex of your thighs. You squirm and whimper, already aching for more.

Quaritch slicks two fingers on your pussy and pushes them deep into the burning heat of your core. He curses under his breath at the unbearable tightness and pumps his hand slowly to relax the quivering, silken walls.

You want to beg for more, to insist you’re ready to take him, but the ribbon pressing against your tongue betrays you. You can only moan and hook an ankle around his neck, pulling him closure, desperate.

The ribbon binding your wrists doesn’t budge. Of course he knows how to tie a damn good knot, being marine a and all. The burning strain in your shoulders reminds you just how much power he holds. You want him to unleash every inch of himself upon you. You were his Christmas present, after all.

Quaritch sits back on his knees and wipes his chin on the back of his hand. As he removes his pants, you strain your neck to glimpse the thing you’ve been craving all day. He adjusts the santa hat, securing it. You giggle breathlessly around the gag.

He rests down on you, smirking at how your body tenses when his member brushes your inner thigh. Your moan of impatience is almost animalistic as he rubs the head of his cock between the wet lips of your pussy, lubricating his ribbed shafted in preparation.

He kisses you, then pulls back just enough to watch your expression as he thrusts his hips.

You scream around the gag as his alien cock forces its way into you. It burns like sweet fire as the walls of your cunt stretch to fit him. Your back arches as he works his way deeper with each thrust, hissing at the sensation of your tight sex gripping him, sucking him in.

It’s far from the first time he’s fucked you this way, yet every time you’re not sure you can take it. He pants and grunts as he ruts into you, the head of his cock pounding your cervix. You can’t scream his name so you settle for wordless moans that grow to hoarse cries which each slam of the headboard.

The colonel grabs your hips and lifts your lower half from the mattress, growling as he brings you down onto his cock, again and again. He’s tense with concentration and a thin sheen of sweat gleams gloriously upon his striped skin.

His relentless pace doesn’t stop as your mind shatters and another orgasm bleeds through you, white hot fire spilling out from your core into every nerve and fiber of your being. You’re vaguely aware that he keeps going, growing closer to his own release in your spasming cunt, but for a moment all you know is weightless pleasure.

Quaritch drops you to the mattress, leaving your thighs to tremble on either side of your ruined pussy as he fists his cock. Hot, glowing cum coats your stomach and tits in thick ribbons as he roars his release, tail lashing through the air behind him. The bioluminescent dots of his skin flicker.

You tilt your chin up, whining softly.

Chuckling, Quaritch tugs the gag down and kisses you. The white pompom at the tip of the santa hat tickles your forehead. He drags the ribbed underside of his cock over your overstimulated clit and you shudder, twitching away.

After a long shared shower and another round beneath the steaming water, you find yourselves curled up in bed amid the twinkling lights.

Wearing the Santa hat once more, Quaritch produces a small gift from beneath the bed. He hands it to you wordlessly as his fingertips trace your bare shoulder.

You frown and tear open the plain wrapping paper and reveal the present. It’s a pair of fuzzy pink socks.

“I thought we weren’t doing gifts,” you protest, caressing the buttery material.

“Yeah, well, your feet turn into damn icicles at night and I’m tired of you warmin’ them up on my back while I’m sleepin’,” he says.

You smile. You can’t help it, not as he fails to suppress the hint of softness in his tone. “Thank you.”

He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Your gift, though?” he smirked, and kisses you. “Outstanding.”

Happy Holidays, Simps!

Absofrigginlutely

Reblog if you support asexuals and aren’t a COWARD

RB if your blog is a safe, accepting space for asexuals!

Screaming crying throwing up

we do not gatekeep in this house @coquettejohnny

(no audio, has been edited to see better)

I have never agreed to something more in my life- like there are those who are like- “he’s just broken, I can fix him” no bitch he’s a jerk and literally harassed and beat people, and on the flip side of that he genuinely cared about those he was closest to and was willing to put himself in harms way for them because he knew what he could and couldn’t handle; that’s why I love him so much. I don’t hate cherry for doing what she did, and I don’t think what she did was wrong either- cuz if any of us was in her spot, if we had a spine we’d react the same way she did- just saying

do i recognize that dallas winston is a deeply flawed guy and he has a lot of horrible qualities even if he is capable of loving johnny?

yes.

do i wanna boop him on the nose?

yes.

do i also wanna slap him in the face?

yes.

I need this on a shirt

Yall get ready

i found my old sketchbook 💀🙏😭

Y’all I love this fic so goddamn much

Yall I forgor abd an edgy drawing I did after discovering Outside by Staind

Thx for tagging me!!

Miracle Man, Ozzy Osbourne

Over the Mountain, Ozzy Osbourne

Mama, I’m Coming Home, Ozzy Osbourne

War Pigs, Black Sabbath

N.I.B. Black Sabbath

If yall want to-

@urlocalnonbinarybastard @spikedhe4rt @m4sonn @gone-with-the-windrixville and anyone else :D

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool)

Ooooo hmmm, currently the ones ive been listening to would be

Hot to go, Laplace's angle, eat you, trigger of love, and family line(it's good for angst)

@not-a-vegan3 @propawganda @sunsetcougar @h3li0n @naturewivesmybeloved @anonymouscheeses @polubrony @darkmasterofcupcakes @omvimo

This is fucking ridiculous, people like that don’t belong here in the fandom- as an African American individual this strikes very close to home; ppl like that need to gtfo they’re not wanted here

⚠️WARNING: RANT/GENERAL PSA AHEAD⚠️

I can’t believe I even have to come on here and say this, but let’s get one thing absolutely straight; racists and bigots do not belong in this fandom. You can take one look at the Na’vi, glorify and obsesses over their fashion, over their hairstyles, arguably their facial features too, when this fictional race is very clearly inspired from not only African likeness, but also numerous indigenous groups across the world. At the end of the day the physical and even some of the cultural attributes you like about the Na’vi are in these different cultures and groups of people, yet you see no problem being disgusting and nasty to them and talk down to them just for being another skin color than you?? Make it make sense.

‼️Sensitive content under the cut‼️

I want to briefly make a disclaimer that this ask was not sent to me, but was sent to another blogger in this fandom BY another Avatar fan. I am so utterly appalled that anyone, fandom or not is using this sort of language WITH ANYONE. The audacity to come into this fandom that is supposed to have the ideology of respecting those who are different than ourselves and then saying some shit like this to another person in the fandom??? Undeniably disgusting and heartbreaking.

If you think shit like this is okay, then promptly see yourself out, I’ll even hold the door open for you and shut it when you leave.

We are better than this and we stronger than this hate.

✊🏻✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿