Why Is His Voice So SEXY. Anything You Say Daddy

i’m falling 😩😍

he deserves his dick sucked .

i don’t make the rules

YALL I SAW THIS AND STARTED FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

☾ ⋆* kiss it better

pairing: neteyam sully x fem!omaticaya reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: all you wanted to do was serve your people. however, when you get injured, your mission is cut short. neteyam insists upon patching you up and decides to explain his concerns for your well-being and future together.

warnings: battle stuff, guns, blood, battle injuries, medical jargon, stitches, minor swearing (?), allusions to mating/sex ig, aged-up neteyam

word count: 7.9k

notes: IT’S HERE! i’m very excited to have started writing again, and although i’m very casual about when i write, i hope to be somewhat consistent lol. enjoy this for now, i have more planned for the future! i hope you all enjoy, pls reblog/comment/etc if you feel so inclined <33

The air was tense today, thick with disciplined focus as you keep your ears alert for any incoming airships. Reeking of smoke and burning metal, a scent that is foreign and unpleasant to your nose, you remain aware of everything and anything. Gray clouds billowing and a pungent smell that cling to the back of your throat like a hand with a vice grip—nothing was natural. 

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I want to eat him.

When you live at home with your parents and the filthiest, most toe-curling smut pops up on your feed while you're with them...

(Credits to @sulieykte for this gem because I wouldn't have stumbled upon it if it weren't for her 4k Neteyam pics)

Honest to god I’m so fucking tired

@lovereditors​ editing week; favorite song

i never saw you coming and i’ll never be the same.

“how’s your summer going?”

me:

Peaky Blinders Season 1 | Episode 3

✮⋆˙ 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 — 𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

Tʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴜʟᴛʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ, ᴀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ.

✮ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Oɴɢɪɴɢ

✮ Pᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Nᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ Sᴜʟʟʏ x Dʀᴇᴀᴍᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ! F! Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

✮ Sᴇʀɪᴇꜱ Sʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: A ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘʟᴀɢᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪʟʟɴᴇꜱꜱ, ғɪɴᴅꜱ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏʙʙʏ ᴏғ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴅᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Hᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴏᴜꜱɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱғᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ. Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴜʟʟʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ʀᴇɴᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ-ᴡɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ғɪʀᴍʟʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛʏ. Sʜᴇ ғᴏʀᴍꜱ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ғᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅʟʏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴜɴғᴀᴠᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ.

Dᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ Oᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʏᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. Tᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʀɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴏғ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ. Tʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ, Mᴏ'ᴀᴛ, ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ғɪɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ʀɪᴛᴇꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ Oᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʏᴀ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʟᴀɴ ɪɴ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʟᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ.

Aꜱ ᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ʀɪꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇꜱ ᴡᴇɪɢʜ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ϙᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏᴏᴍꜱ: Wɪʟʟ Nᴇᴛᴇʏᴀᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ғᴏʀ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴋ ʀᴇᴄᴏɴᴄɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ? Oʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ—ᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ—ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғғᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ғᴏʀ?

✮ Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: Aɴɢꜱᴛ, ꜱʟᴏᴡʙᴜʀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ ᴘɪɴɴɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ, ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ, ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴘᴇ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ, ᴜɴʀᴇϙᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ (ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ)

Pᴀʀᴛꜱ

✮ Pᴀʀᴛ 1

✮ Pᴀʀᴛ 2

✮ Pᴀʀᴛ 3

✮ Pᴀʀᴛ 4

✮ Pᴀʀᴛ 5

✮ Pᴀʀᴛ 6

✮ Alternate route

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