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RETURN - PT 4

summary: five years ago he left you. left you alone with nothing but memories of your love. so how dare he come back now?
contents: 1k words (very short), fem!reader,
authors note: i am so so so sorry it has taken me so long, and this chapter is so short but i need to figure out more.
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The Omatikaya said that the river washes away your worries much like the calming embrace of a mother. A comforting stroke just like the rushing water running across your body.
So that is exactly where you went to escape. To let yourself float in the water. Letting it run across your face momentarily so you could indulge in the beautiful feeling.
It is a place you have found yourself go to more often. Your shared tent with Vaβtep growing with more and more tension each day.
It wasnβt as if there had been a fight between the two of you. But Vaβtep had grown bitter. Mean looks and hushed hisses. For a man of great status he had the emotional maturity of a toddler.
He knew about the mending connection between you and Neteyam. Anyone could see the rekindling flames burning between the two of you. It was angering for him.
To think that you could embarrass him like this. As is you were not his. Not Neteyamβs. No that ship had sailed.
And those growing furies within Vaβtep shoved you far away. Far into this river, and further into Neteyamβs heart.
βWhat are you doing?β His voice was soft, so sweet yet deep. It erupted fire within you, one that not even the water surrounding you could put out.
Sitting up in a slight shock, your legs resting on the harsh ground below the water. βI was relaxing.β
βYou can continueβ He chuckled, submerging himself in the water beside you. βWhat have you been doing today? I didnβt seen you in camp this morning.β
You shrugged in response, sitting up beside him. βIβve been here all day.β
βHm? Any reason?β Neteyam knew you were feeling down. He could see it in your sunken shoulders and slight frown.
βJustβ¦didnβt want to be there.β A vague response only probing Neteyam to ask more questions.
βBe honest with meβ¦β He whispered, his slender hand touching yours with a comforting gaze.
With a long hesitant silence you looked into Neteyamβs eyes, your own glazed with tears. βIt is Vaβtepβ¦ itβs unbearable living with him.β
βWhat do you meanβ¦?β Neteyam asked, his hands pulling you closer to him. βWhat is he doing?β
You caressed his hand. βHeβs justβ¦heβs so hostile. Being with you like thisβ¦It is hurting him.β
Neteyam scoffed. βThe only thing it hurts is his pride. Which I will hurt more if he doesnβt grow up.β You shook your head as Neteyam tilted your chin to gaze up at him. βWhenever you are readyβ¦We can approach him. Iβm not letting you suffer with him for this long.β
βYou let me suffer long enough.β Whenever you brought up Neteyamβs five year long absence it leaves a sting in both of your hearts. But Eywa was Neteyam doing everything in his power, with all his might to get back to how you were before. It was his one goal to recover the heart he tore apart.
βI will never let you suffer again. Please my sevin (pretty), let me help you.β He was so close to you, hands grazing your thighs, begging to bring you chest to chest.
You froze. You want nothing more than to let yourself let him into your heart. But there was moral turmoil running through you every time his soft fingers grazed your skin. βI want you to.. I really do. But-β You stopped yourself letting out a loud sigh.
βBut?β Neteyam looked at you, stare full of love. βI will fight anyone who gets in our way. It is my fault Vaβtep is promised to you. I will get you out of this.β
βNeteyamβ¦β It was hushed, struggling and scratching to escape your throat. He nodded eagerly. βI cannot face my parentsβ¦I cannot be their only daughter who defies their wishes.β
βThey wouldnβt wish for you to be unhappy.β You simply shook your head.
βI canβt- Neteyamβ¦I donβt know what to doβ You started to tear up, lips quivering as Neteyam gasped.
βHeyβ¦hey. Itβs okayβ¦Iβll sort this out.β Neteyam hushed you, bringing you into his embrace, the lake sloshing around your bodies as his hands soothed your back. βIβll make everything okay.β
And he vowed to do so.
It was a couple days after, you cried in his arms. He hadnβt talked to you since, you were avoiding him due to embarrassment.
He understood, it was taking you a lot to open up to him like this after all these years. And he would do everything in his power to make sure he can make you feel comfortable and safe with him forever.
Neteyam had only had restless nights. He couldnβt shake away the thoughts of you being with Vaβtep and how miserable you were with him. He wanted you to be happy whether that was single or with Neteyam. Preferably, with him.
But while he lay still, his hammock rocking him gently to the rhythm of the breeze, an idea finally hit him. He understood the only reason Vaβtep was to mate with you was because it was your parents. And the only reason Vaβtep stayed with you was because of his pride and his ego.
What if Neteyam were to take it away from him? To make it so that Vaβtep is no longer the most honourable mate for you? And to strip away his pride so it cannot shackle you down into a loveless mating.
Maybe he was crazy to think if this. What could he possibly do to make Vaβtep truly lose his mightiness in the eyes of your parents. And what could Neteyam do that wouldnβt make his family need to run away from the clan againβ¦This is the chiefβs brother weβre talking about.
But you were the most important thing to ever talk about. You were his top priority, his one and only purpose on this planet. Your voice was a symphony and it mellowed out every poor note around him. He swore on the Great Mother he would fix this huge mess he had caused.
Full of fiery passion he erupted out of his hammock, drawing up plans and splaying thoughts onto the dirt below him. You asked him to show you how to let go of the past. And he was determined to help you grab onto the future. Your future. Each other's future.
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The Cat's in the Cradle - chapter 9
It's returning this week! Here's a snippet:
βWhy did you want to meet now? Have the cops backed off suddenly?β Quaritch shifted in his seat, taking a sip of coffee before he answered. βNot really,β he replied, shaking his head. βTheyβre still suspicious, and Lyle caught a couple of patrols around your foster home staking the place out. But I had to see you.β βWhat?β Spider was stunned. Cop cars were patrolling the neighbourhood? βIβve never seen any!β Quaritch smiled grimly. βOf course you havenβt. You werenβt likely to lead them to me if you knew they were following you.β
It's been literally two months I'm so sorry
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THIS IS A HEAR ME OUT SITUATION AND I'M LISTENING
Theres Something thats attractive to danger.
This will be a oneshot series of My Oc Nyxra x Norm Spellman.
Yes it will have steamy bits.
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To the one shot.
It began with the blackout scansβdrones crashing, technology in the area faltering and rendered useless.
Then, one by one, the science team of avatars started to go missing. Their human operators would rush out of the hyper-mind sync gasping, some even sobbing as they felt some kind of pain from a source they couldn't see.
Norm's team was ready to call off the search around the swamp and the dead forest that trespassed into the desert lands. That was until he made a bold suggestion: let him do fieldwork alone in the swamps without being in his avatar's body.
βDonβt do it, man. We donβt know whatβs out there,β one warned.
βYouβre going to get killed out there,β another added.
But the thought of finding out what was really happening in that forsaken place, where even the nearby Na'vi clans kept their distance, only fueled Norm's curiosity. He was a scientist by nature, and his curiosity needed to be satisfied, no matter the risk. Besides, Norm couldnβt remember the last time heβd actually done fieldwork the old-school wayβwith notebooks, pens, and paper.
Navigating the swampy terrain was a nightmare. He slumped down into mud, had to yank his boots free from the boggy waters, and used trees as supports. Collecting samples the old-fashioned way was almost laughable, but it brought a smirk to his face. Perhaps his time living on Pandora and among the Na'vi had rubbed off on him more than he realized. He felt the familiar sensation of hidden eyes watching him. His hair stood on end, and goosebumps prickled his skinβa telltale sign of danger.
The gun strapped to his hip felt heavy, but his research bag felt even heavier as he continued onward, allowing the one stalking him to follow. His attention had to be split between keeping himself from sinking into the swamp's greedy muck and staying aware of his pursuer. Occasionally, he would glance around, his eyes trailing the trees, sometimes catching movement in the corner of his eye, only for it to vanish when he focused on it.
They knew that he knew they were there.
The feeling of being hunted sent a rush pounding through his chest, his heart growing heavy with each palpitation. As he reached out to grip a tree branch to pull himself up from the muck, a hissing noise caught his attention. A snake-like creature dangled its head down, its frills spreading out as its mouth began to elongate, preparing to strike. But the attack was cut short by a whistling sound by his ear, followed by a thump as something struck the tree trunk a few yards away. The snake's head dropped to the ground, its writhing body following suit.
Norm inhaled sharply as he spotted the daggerβa weapon unlike those used by the forest clans. Its handle was made of bone, but the head gleamed with chiseled dark red glass, adorned with feathers and a small skull dangling from it. The entire thing could have easily crushed his skull. His head snapped in the direction from where the blade had been thrown, but his eyes struggled to adjust to the shadows of the dark canopy. Just for a moment, he caught sight of glowing patterns of red and bright, glowing red eyes staring back at him.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears as he watched the figure crawl down the tree like some eldritch horror approaching him. As they moved, their form became clearer in the patches of sunlight filtering through the trees. Dark, gray-blue skin and black frizzy hair glistened with feathers. The figure descended the far tree's trunk to its roots, then to the waters, crawling on moving logs with the ease and confidence of one of the aquatic lizards the Na'vi called Parlsukβcreatures with a bizarre alligator-like appearance.
Normβs breath caught in his throat. He could make her outβa woman. Her hair was long and wild, flowing in all directions, with a messy braid of beads and skulls crowning her head. Piercings adorned her long, pointed ears. Her cloak of blackened feathers and woven glass shards barely covered her chest.
She was the picture of danger personified, and every fiber of his being screamed at him to get out of there. Yet, she was such a fascinating sight for his eyes to behold.
No Na'vi markings glowed as brightly as hers, and he had never seen eyes so vivid. Anklets of skulls, blackened hands and claws, strange stains on the little clothing she wore, and symbols that invoked a sense of dread adorned her body.
He stumbled back, tripping over mud and roots, a hand going to his hip for the gun. She moved closer.
ββStay back,ββ he warned, snapping the clip that held the weapon. Her ears perked up, twitching, but she continued to advance until his back hit the base of the tree. She leaned over him, gripping her dagger's blade, her eyes boring into his.
She didnβt speak, but her eyes conveyed a clear message:
Or what?
Norm could only stare, his body frozen, his fight-or-flight response utterly paralyzed. He watched as her arm rippled and she snatched the blade from the tree trunk. She placed it back at her side, her eyes never leaving his. Her hair framed her face above him, the ends just inches from his face, carrying the scent of mint and an oily mechanical smell. Not dirty, just not Na'vi.
A screaming noise echoed through the swamp, buzzing among the trees as a rolling fog began to rise. Her ears snapped in different directions. She pushed off the tree trunk, her eyes still on him as she backed away. His gaze remained locked with hers as she sank into the muck, descending until she was knee-deep in the swamp's boggy waters. Her thick hips swayed, and her tail moved before only her head remained above water. Her eyes stayed fixed on him, even as more bellowing screams sounded around them.
Norm's eyes widened as a bright array of glowing colors emerged beneath her. Then, her head submerged, latching onto some creature that made her appear small under the swampβs surface. The colors moved deeper, taking the woman with them, until the waters returned to their dark, murky state.
A strangled breath escaped him, and his hand clutched his chest as he heaved, the familiar panic of hyperventilation hitting him until he could steady himself.
He should have fled then, hightailed it out of the swamps and never returned. He should have told his team the place was off-limits, as the Na'vi had so clearly warned.
He should have done that.
But the scientist in him wanted answersβanswers to all the questions that flooded his mind. The memory of the woman plagued his thoughts back at the base, distracting him from his work and research. Her glowing red eyes haunted him every time he closed his eyes or stared at the ceiling at night in his cot.
He tried to convince himself it was his scientific curiosity driving him to seek answers. Yet, when he worked among the forest clan in his avatarβs body, the second his thoughts fell on her, his body responded in ways that made him question his motives. He found himself hidden in the forest, panting as his now-blue hand stroked himself, his back against a tree. Sweat gleamed on his skin, his eyes scrunched shut, imagining those bright, glowing red eyes peering at him. His head tilted back, hitting the bark of the tree, his mouth watering as he could almostβjust almostβsmell her.
His tail thrashed harshly, and a shuddering gasp escaped him as he came hard. His eyes opened in a haze as he stared at the mess he had made of himself. After pulling up his pants and lazily buckling his belt, his tail swishing harshly against his leg, he made up his mind.
He would go back to the swamplands as his natural-born self, leaving his avatar to rest back at base.
He didnβt pay any mind to his team's worries as he loaded up one of the jeeps to drive to the forest.
This timeβthis timeβhe would have a conversation with the Na'vi woman he was absolutely certain had killed three of his teammates' avatars.
He was a damn fool for being so attracted to something that would surely kill him.
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Found family shows what love truly is. That it isnβt a transaction or a complusion of any sorts. Itβs a choice. A choice to make a home, a life, with the people you care about most. A choice to stay through it all and to trust others with your heart, and for them to trust you with theirs.Β
It shows how love is perfect because itβs chosen, not forced, not required, not limited.
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Little Gift Masterlist
Pairing: Dark Adult Neteyam x Fem Human Reader
Summary: The RDA are forced to negotiate with a certain Olo'eyktan. Luckily, there is only one thing he wants.
PARTS
Introduction
Scramble
Feast
Tremble
Latch
Snap
More parts coming soon
Please remember to read the warnings at the beginning of each part
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It was a chill day for you and your boyfriend, Neteyam. Just enjoying each otherβs presence while the sound of rain hitting the roof soothed you both. You had your leg thrown over Neteyams larger one, the other laying out straight as your arms (barley) wrapped around his large frame. Your hand was comfortably placed on his toned stomach, as his was resting on the hilt of your ass.
Subconsciously, you start to tracing his abs in small shapes and patterns when your mind starts to fill with thoughts of getting on top of him and riding his abs until you make a complete mess all over him.
The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together, but that was stopped by his stronger one wedged between your legs comfortably. His thigh was just inches away from your throbbing cunt, making the urge to just wrap your small legs around his thigh and grind down onto it till you came get harder to ignore.
He smirks once he catches the change in you scent, trailing his hand up and down the skin of your ass. βMhm, what is it, Babygirl?β His voice is enough to snap you out of your thoughts, but also enough to make your pussy leak even more. You take a few breathes before answering, trying desperately to calm yourself. βNothing, why are you asking?β You say softly, continuing to delicately trace his abs.
He grumbles lowly at your response, siting up and pushing your small body onto his lap, causing you to let out a little startled noise at the quick movement. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, getting high off of your scent.βMaybe because I can smell how much your pretty pussy is leaking.β He says lowly while hooking his finger under your chin, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, braids cascading down his shoulders and hitting the sides of your face gently. βNow, what were you thinking about, Babygirl?β
The question has you staring at him blankly, a chill of anxiety ran down your spine at the thought of him seeing you differently if you were to tell him. βUhm..β you start off, the intensity of his stare making you feel extremely small, and nervous. βI was thinking about..riding your absβ you say tentatively, looking down at the waist bead he made you when you first got together.
To your surprise though, your confession doesnβt make him disgusted, or make him storm out of your room in complete surprise and disgust. Instead, he just laughs, he fucking laughs. But it wasnβt judgmental of course, it was genuine and loving. Everything he ever is to you. βShut the fuck up, Neteyam!! Thatβs not funny!!β You say through your own giggles, hitting him in the chest roughly.
βYes it is, Sevin!β he replies, his laughter dying down softly. A pout forms on your face, pretty doe eyes boring into his siren eyes. βHow?β You question, attitude laced in your tone. βBecause, you said it like someone just died.β You laugh at his response, replaying your words in your head. βWhatever, Neteyam!β You quip, sarcasm apparent in your tone. βBut, FYI, I only said it like that because I thought you were gonna have some type of negative response to it.β You add, voice honest and truthful.
He turns his head to the side and looks at you with a confused/sad expression, long braids falling down his shoulders and ears perking up with the same emotion. βWhy would I have a negative reaction to that? You know I would never, ever, judge you, babydoll.β He says reassuringly, placing his large hand on your head and rubbing your scalp softly. βI know, I just..I got in my head, I guess. Iβm glad you donβt find me weird or anything though.β You confess through a soft chuckle, making him laugh before he moves his hand from the top of your head to your chin, holding it firmly.
βI could never, babydoll. Truthfully though, I find it pretty adorable how pent up you get to the thought of me. My needy little girl just canβt help herself when sheβs around me, huh?β His tone makes you pussy throb and ache, instinctively bucking your hips against his strong thigh. βMhm..β you hum, eyes flickering from his own to his lips, you lean in to kiss him, but thatβs stopped by his strong hand on your chin. βAwh, does my baby want a kiss?β He teases, rubbing his lips against your own, but not giving you the chance to kiss him back because of his firm grip on your chin.
βMhm!β You whine, rubbing your needy pussy against his thigh quicker. He pecks your lips softly before kissing you fully, his pace slow and steady. The pace makes your head spin and clit throb, hips speeding up the longer he kisses you. You whine when you feel his warm tongue against your own, mindlessly kissing him faster to feel more of him. He wraps his hand around your throat gently, a silent warning to follow his pace, not yours.
Once you feel his hand wrap around your throat, you knew you were a fucking goner. Turning into putty in his hands almost automatically. The amount of slick that was coming from your pussy soaked your shorts, leaving a trail all over Neteyams thigh. He groans lowly at the smell of your arousal, breaking the kiss reluctantly, a line of spit connecting your plump lips together.
He damn near rips your shorts in half when he takes them off before he lays down, pulling you onto his abs roughly. You hover over him slightly, scared of hurting him even though heβs so much more bigger than you.
βTeyam, I-β you start
βYou arenβt gonna hurt me. Now, take a seat, yawne.β He orders, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you down onto him.
Both of you gasp softly once you feel his hard abs against your soft, puffy pussy. The feeling so new and foreign. Your hands find purchase just below his ribs, slowly rocking your hips back and forth against the muscles. Whining softly when you feel his firm abs hitting your clit every time you move.
βOh..fuck, teyam..β the grip on your hips gets tighter, soft groans filling your ears the more you rock against him. βMhm, thatβs it, babygirl. Such a pretty little slut for me.β He coos, pressing your cunt on him tighter, making you moan louder and hips rut against him quicker.
He lifts you up from his abs slowly, you moan at the loss of friction, but he was too focused on the lines of slick that connect your puffy lips to his stomach. He moans lowly at the sight, pressing you against his abs once more before lifting you up, even more lines of slick connecting you two together. βAwh, babygirl, look at the mess youβre making on me.β He coos before scooping your slick up with his fingers and putting them in his mouth, sucking on them hungrily.
You whine and squrim against him, getting both equally turned on and frustrated that heβs holding you up with one hand just to watch your pussy leak onto him. βTeyammm! Put me down!β You demand, the feeling of your orgasm slipping away from you quickly. βAnd why should I do that? I like watching how you helplessly flail around because I wonβt let you ride me like a little bitch in heat.β He states, a pout forming on your face from his words. βYouβre so mean.β You huff, tears welling in your eyes once your almost orgasm finally leaves you.
He cups your cheek lovingly, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. βOh, lβm just the worst arenβt I? My baby getting all mad because I wonβt let her cum?β He prods, a fake pout on his face, making a smile creep up on your own. Without warning he places you back down on his abs, locking his hands behind his head. You gasp in surprise, placing your hands below his ribs for support.βGo ahead, babydoll. Wanna watch you cum for me.β He orders, never breaking eye contact while he speaks to you.
You felt so βon the spotβ without his big, warm hands guiding your movements, suddenly not knowing how to start off or where to put your hands. βTeyam..β you call for him, but all you get in return is a βnuh-uh, babygirl. Iβm not helping you. Want you to be a good girl for me and show me how badly you wanna cum.β You stare at him with a pout on your face before slowly moving your hips, the feeling of his abs repeatedly hitting your clit makes your moans get louder and needier, your orgasm slowly getting closer and closer.
He flexes and relaxes the muscles continuously, causing you to jump and grind into him more. The constant friction on your sensitive clit starts to prove to be too much for you, making tears start to well up in your eyes and thrust get sloppier. βT-tey, I canβt. It way too much.β You blubber almost incoherently, but he still caught it. He doesnβt stop flexing his abs though, and you donβt stop moving your hips. βYes you can, Yawntu. I can feel how much this pretty pussy is pouring on me. Youβre almost there, baby.β He encouraged, the praise being enough to make you chase your high. Making him smile proudly. βThere you go, babygirl.β
His words have your pussy pouring out slick like a river, you both glance down at his abs to see that theyβre completely soaked in your juices, the dim light of your room making his pretty skin seem like it was glowing. He chuckles at the sight before looking up at you, in a trance by how gorgeous you look on top of him. βMhm..What a pretty little slut, getting this wet from riding my abs?β You let out a small βuh-huhβ before you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter.
Noticing this, he flexes his abs and keeps them flexed, biting his lip at the little whimper that comes from your mouth when he does that. βTeyam, I need you to touch me.β You demand. But he doesnβt move, no matter how badly he wanted to squeeze and pinch at your sensitive skin, he kept his hands behind his head. βPlease!, tey, please! Iβm sorry!β He chuckles at your needy tone before rewarding you with a βgood girlβ and letting his hands roam across your body.
You let out a downright pornographic moan once his hands touch your sensitive tits, small hands wrapping around his slender wrists. He pinches and fondles at the soft skin gently, making all sorts of pretty noises and pleas fall from your plush lips.
His left hand reaches up to cup the side of your face sweetly, while the other continues to play with your sensitive tit. βMhm, you gonna be a good whore for me and cum all over my abs? Hm?β He questions, wrapping his hand around your throat firmly. You let out a broken βyes,sirβ before a loud moan leaves your lips as the coil in your stomach snaps, your cum completely covering his whole stomach.
βShsh, I got you, babygirl, lemme help you.β He places his hands on your hips to help you ride out your high, stopping once your moans die down and turn into soft heavy breathes.
You look at him to be met with hooded eyes and a smirk, one that told you that you definitely said something youβre gonna regret. βWhat?..β you ask, the word heavy on your tounge as you look at him with a furrowed brow. βSir, huh?β He asks, making you cover your face in embarrassment. βNo way I said that! It was an accident! Oh my god!β You blurt, but he silences your rambling with a passionate kiss.
βI didnβt mind it, you know.β He says once he pulls away from the kiss
βoh really?β You question, a devilish smirk on your face
βMhm.β he responses, eyes fluttering from your lips to your eyes. βWell thank you for tonight, sir.β You tease, leaving a quick kiss on his cheek before getting up quickly, but he was quicker, grabbing you by your waist and putting you on your back.
βUh-uh, tonight is just getting started, yawntu.β
π¨/π΅~ Hii! I only proofread this two times, so I apologize if thereβs errors/repeats itβs literally 12am rnπ but lemme tell yall I was blushin and kickin ma feet while writing this one frlπ, I need to write for neteyam more bc whewπ© what a fine man he is. I hope you guys enjoyed this thoπ₯°π«Άπ½ bc now Iβm off to sleep, stay safe and hydrated, I love you guysπ©·
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older Lo'ak with metkayina tattoos+hair!
#doodle#loak sully#avatar way of water#fanart#avatar 2#digital art#digital illustration#just how i'd imagine his hair and such!#not much change#based on the design i have for him in my fanfic lol
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Enjoy one of Nonaβs slutty doodlesβ¨
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riding Jakeβs thighβ¦ @pandoraslxnaβs kinktober day 03!
MDNI!!
warnings: a little overstimulation, praise
"Yeah, just like that.." he coos, holding your hips as you slowly rub your exposed heat on his thigh. You mewl and bite your lip, your slick wetting his skin. "Fuckin' love to see you like this," his hands trail up and down your bare body and his cock stays sprung up.
"Please, let me have it..." you beg, looking down at his erection while you speed up, riding his thigh faster and harder.
"Nah, you gotta cum first, then you can have my cock," he pinches the area around your navel, making you jump for a second before you continue pleasuring yourself, desperately chasing your orgasm on him. Jake is the type to please you. He always made sure that you had a climax, sometimes even several, before he would think about finishing.
"Fuck," you whisper softly, biting your lip to stifle your little noises as you clench around nothing. You're so wet- such a mess for him. He grips your hips tighter, fingers digging into the flesh there. He begins to help you, pushing you back and forth and grinding you onto his muscular thigh. You melt like putty, leaning forward and tucking your head into the crook of his neck. You softly moan into his skin while your hands hold him firmly. As your orgasm comes closer, you squirm.
"Shh," he croons., rubbing the back of your head as you writhe in his embrace. When your climax hits, he grunts as your arousal squirts onto his skin. Your swollen, desperate clit tingles with pleasure. You whisper-moan sweet nothings into Jake's ear.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you-" you whimper, feeling overwhelmed.
"I've got ya," he chuckles. He thinks it's adorable, how you get all flustered whenever you cum.
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A lil (late) birthday gift for @ikranwings ^^
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Only You Would
Neteyam x Reader
Word count: 650
Summary: While you and Neteyam go into the forest and have a little talk about mating.
Warnings: None! Enjoy!
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Being a healer was something that you had dreamed of. You loved helping others. What you didn't realize was just how much foraging you would have to do. But you got used to it. Often going out after eclipse to get anything needed for tomorrow.Β
What you didn't plan on was Neteyam joining you. It seemed any time you would be heading out into the forest he would be right there to join you.
"It's not safe to go out late alone" or "it will be faster if I come" were some of his go-to responsesΒ for why he should come along. And he wasn't wrong. So everytime you allow him to accompany you.
This was one such night out that you two went into the forest. You both had collected everything needed and we're heading back in silence.Β
"Hey" Neteyam said out of the blue, stopping you by grabbing onto your elbow when the village came into view. "Thanks for letting me come with you. I really needed to clear my head for a bit."
"Neteyam you always come with me. Why is this any different?" You asked, turning towards him.
His mood seemed to shift, by the way his eyes had darkened and his tail stopped swishing when he looked at his familyβs marui.Β
"I know I justβ¦" Neteyam started but stopped when he couldn't find the right words.Β
"What's wrong?" you asked gently. "Or is it too personal?" Whatever it was, you wanted to help in any way you could.Β
Neteyam rubbed the back of his neck. "My mom and dad have been trying to have a conversation with me for a couple of days. A conversation I really donβt want to have." He looked at his home, biting the inside of his checks. You nodded gently urging him to continue. He cleared his throat, refusing to meet your gaze. "They want me to find a mate."
"Oh?" you said, trying to find his eyes.
"And itβs not that I donβt want a mate," heΒ quickly added. "I do. It's just whoever I mate with will have to bear a lot of responsibility and I donβt want to force that on anyone. I know what it's like to have so much responsibility thrust upon you that you didnβt ask for."
You laughed. You didn't mean to but you couldn't help it up. Neteyam whipped his head around his braids flying.
"Why are you laughing?" Neteyam said, finally meeting your eyes.Β
"Only you would say something like that" you laughed walking once more.
"Say something like what?" Neteyam said, jumping in front of you, stopping you again.Β
"When people think of mating they think of themselves." You started saying, walking around neteyam only for him to come right next to you. "They think 'how will this person be hunting with me?' or 'will they be a good parent to my children?' But you are already thinking about someone you haven't even met yet." Shaking your head. Neteyam stayed silent staring at the ground.
"Neteyam" you stop grabbing him by the shoulders and making him look at you. "When the right person comes around they will take all the responsibility of being your mate and more. Because you are an amazing person with a strong heart" you say placing your hand on his chest. "They will come to you in time. All you need to do is love them when they arrive."
You smiled at him. Neteyam searches for anything that tells him you were lying. And when he found none, a gentle smile spread across his face.Β
"Thank you," was all he could get out.
"Anytime" you shrugged, pulling away. "Well I'm going to drop this off, goodnight Neteyam."
With that you walked away, leaving him standing alone looking at your back knowing that he already found his mate, and all he had to do was love you.
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bae itβs me i need you to write a HOTD smut with Aemond so bad im going ferral im literally ovulating rn so bad pls π
Pairing: Modern Aemond x fem! Reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 3.7k
Summary: Youβre Aemonds assistant whom he has a soft spot for.
Warnings: Office sex, unprotected, p in v sex, semi public, teasing, fingering.
a/n: I really hope you enjoy π€ there will in fact be a part 2 at some point π So if anyone wants to be tagged in it let me know! And as always send any requests my way <3
Aemond Targaryen sat behind his large, oak desk, in the spacious and pristine office. He was quietly going over some paperwork, when the door to his office opened and you walked in.
The tall blonde man looked up from the paperwork, and his blue eye settled on you. He had gone through many assistants, but you had lasted longer than any of the others. Aemond was never sure if it was because you were good at your job, or if you simply had an unusually high tolerance for him.
βGood morning Sir, I know Iβm late but-β you begin to try to explain yourself but he responds with a cold glare as he cuts you off.
Aemond set down the pen in his hand and looked at you sternly. He had a reputation for being a demanding and hard-to-please boss, and you were already behind schedule it seemed.
βSave your excuses,β he said in a clipped tone. βAnd tell me why youβre late.β
βRight, Iβm late because there was a car crash on the freeway.β you clear your throat, gaze fixed on the wall behind him. βIt won't happen again Sir, next time Iβll leave earlier.β
Aemond listened to your explanation, his expression flickering with a mixture of mild irritation and a hint of concern. He leaned back in his chair and scrutinized you for a moment.
"I'm glad you're unharmed," he said after a moment. "But punctuality is vital in this office." His gaze remained fixed on you, and there seemed to be something unspoken behind his words.
βYes of course Sir,β you give him a soft smile, βIs there anything I can do or shall I wait at my desk until you need me?β
Aemond's eye flicked over your face as you smiled at him, and for a moment, a flicker of something akin to warmth was in his eye.
"You may wait at your desk," he said, his voice still cool but not as sharp as before. He picked up his pen again and returned to his paperwork, signaling your dismissal. As you headed back to your desk he glanced up and called after you. "Y/N."
βSir?β you turn to face him, smoothing your skirt as you stand in front of him. Aemond looked at you for a moment, his gaze assessing.
"Close the door," he said, gesturing towards the door to his office. As the door clicked shut, the room suddenly felt more intimate. Aemond leaned back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on you. "Come here," he said, beckoning you closer, his voice low and commanding.
You follow his demand, moving to his desk with swiftness. Aemond watched you approach, his eye never leaving your form. He studied you with an intensity that was almost palpable, his gaze flickering over your face and body as you stood in front of him.
"Closer," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Come stand in front of me, right in front of the desk. Facing me."
βIs everything alright Sir?β you question while moving exactly where he wants you.
He ignored your question for a moment, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned forward in his chair, his long fingers steepled beneath his chin as he studied you.
"I want to ask you a question," he said, his gaze fixed on your face. "And I want an honest answer. Can you do that?"
βYes, of course I can.β you smile sweetly as you watch his expression.
Aemond watched you intently, his eye studying your features as he spoke. "How come none of my previous assistants lasted as long as you have?" He asked, his voice low and measured.
βAre you sure you want an honest answer?β Your tone is a soft question.
Aemond's smirk widened at your question, and he leaned back in his chair. "Of course," he said, his voice edged with a hint of challenge. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want an honest answer."
βRight, well.. I think you can be very difficult at times, youβre a very demanding boss, every little detail must be perfect, and most importantly the hours are a challenge. I never know when Iβll be going home for the night.β you chew on your bottom lip, hoping he won't fire you because of your explanation.
Aemond listened as you spoke, his smirk never leaving his face. He knew he was difficult to work for, and he had pushed many of his assistants to their limits. But he also couldn't help but be impressed by your brutally honest answer.
"Interesting," he said after a moment, his eye still fixed on you. "And yet you've lasted longer than any of the others. Why is that?"
βI understand the demand for timeliness and perfection, youβve got a difficult job here, the fate of all our jobs rely on your ability to get things done correctly. The late hours donβt bother me much eitherβ¦ But I also really enjoy having a stable job.β your eyes fall on his smirk.
Aemond's smirk softened into a small smile as you spoke, surprised by not only your honesty but also your insight into his demands. He leaned forward in his chair again, his hands clasping together as he considered your words.
"So, you're telling me you understand my demands, don't mind the late hours, and enjoy having a stable job," he said, his voice almost teasing. He tilted his head slightly, a new gleam in his eye. "And how do you feel about me?"
βWhat about you, Sir?β your eyebrows furrow with your question.
Aemond leaned back in his chair again, his smirk returning. "Come now, Y/N," he said, his tone slightly amused. "You know what I meant. I'm your boss, after all."
The smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he went on. "I asked you a question. Do I scare you, irritate you, or do you find me tolerable? Be honest."
βTo be entirely honest, you do scare me a little bit..β your gaze falls to the floor, your posture straightening with your admission.
Aemond watched you intently, his single eye studying you as you spoke. He could see the slight shift in your body language, the way you stiffened as you answered his question.
"Ah," he said, his voice soft, "So, a little fear. What about the other options? Do I irritate you?"
βNot particularly,β you glance back up at him. βBut why are you asking so many questions this morning?β
Aemond let out a small, humorless chuckle, his eye sparkling with amusement. "I'm asking because I want to know," he said, his tone still soft.
He pushed away from his desk and stood, towering over you. He took a step closer to you, closing the small distance between you and the desk. His gaze was unwavering, and you could sense the slightest hint of danger in his voice.
"You're my assistant, after all. I have to ensure you at least tolerate me."
You back up, thighs pressing into the edge of his desk. βR-right, of course.β you take a shaky breath, eyes trained on his face.
Aemond chuckled again, a low, dark sound that echoed in the small space between you. He stepped even closer, until he was practically looming over you, his height and presence filling the room.
His eye flicked down to your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your breath hitched in your throat. As you pressed further back against the desk, backed into a corner, he took a step forward, his face inches from your own. "Am I making you nervous, Y/N?" he whispered, his voice like a serpent's whisper.
βYouβre very close, Sir.β you murmur, eyes fluttering shut in response to his voice.
Aemond didnβt move away. Instead, he leaned in even closer, his body mere inches from your own. He was so close you could feel his breath warm on your skin, his sheer size and presence making you feel suddenly small.
"And does that make you nervous?" he whispered again, his voice like a low rumble. His eye flicked over your face, taking in every twitch and shiver. "Or do you like it?"
βAm I still being honest?β you breathe out, voice barely a whisper. Aemond's smirk widened just a fraction at your question. He took another step forward, his body now pressed almost completely against yours, pinning you against the desk.
"Be brutally honest," he said, his voice low and commanding. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on your hip, his touch burning through the fabric of your skirt. "I want the truth."
You gasp at the feeling of his fingers against you, βA little bit of both, Sir.β you open your eyes, having a sort of deer in headlights expression. Aemond chuckled again, a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through you. He tightened his grip on your hip, his fingers digging ever so slightly into your skin, holding you in place.
"A little bit of both," he repeated slowly, letting the words roll off his tongue. He leaned in even closer, his face so close to yours that you could feel the heat from his body. "I... scare and arouse you," he said, his voice a dark whisper. "Is that right?"
βS-sir..β you practically moan, drinking in every shred of attention heβs giving you, unsure of how long it'll last.
Aemond's smirk became wider, his eye darkening as he watched you practically squirm in response to his touch. He moved impossibly closer, his body fully pinning you against the desk now, his grip on your hip tight and possessive.
"Ah, that's a lovely sound," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. "Say my name, Y/N. I want to hear my name on your lips."
βMr. Targaryen?β you question, your hand finally moving to touch his firm abdomen.
Aemond's smirk turned into a small smile when you dared to touch him. He took a sharp breath in as your hand made contact with his stomach, his muscles tensing under your touch.
He leaned in, his lips almost touching your ear as he spoke. "No," he growled, his voice low and sultry. "My first name."
βAemond..β you murmur, body arching into his as his breath brushes your ear, sending chills down your spine. βAemond, stop teasing meβ¦ please.β
Aemond chuckled again, the sound dark and seductive. He liked the way you said his name, the way your body responded to his every touch. He could feel you arch into him, and it took every ounce of restraint he had not to just take you right then and there.
"Oh, Y/N," he whispered, his lips moving ever so closer to your skin. "You're such a mess just from a little teasing. Are you that desperate for my touch?" He guides you to sit on the desk in front of him, his legs going between your own.
You further spread them, giving him space to come even closer. βSir, please.. Touch me please..β you whine, eyes desperate as you gaze up at him. Aemond watched as you settled on the desk, parting your legs for him without a single command. He leaned in, his body finally pressing against your own, his hands on either side of you, caging you in.
"Impatient, are we?" he smirked, enjoying the way you whine for him. He ran his fingers up your thigh, his touch scorching hot through the thin fabric of your skirt. "So needy.. You're absolutely desperate for me, arenβt you."
βMhm, so desperate.β you mutter while guiding his hand further up your thigh, desperate for him to touch you right where you need it. βPlease touch me Aemond, you're torturing me..β
Aemond groaned as your hand guided his own, his fingers trailing higher, coming closer and closer to the spot where you wanted him most. Your need was almost unbearable for him to witness, and he was fighting to keep his composure, to not let himself just take you right then and there.
"You're the one who's torturing me," he whispered, his voice strained. "The way you moan for me, the way you're desperate for my touch... it's driving me mad."
You let out another soft moan, leaning back on the desk as he finally slips his hand between your thighs.
Aemond's eye darkened with desire as you leaned back on the desk and let out another moan. He gently pushed your thighs apart even more, his fingers slowly dancing over the fabric of your clothes, enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him.
"So eager for me, aren't you? So needy for my touch," he said, his voice low and sultry. "Beg me, Y/N. Beg for me to touch you properly."
βPlease, Sir.. touch me properly, please give me what I need.β you whine, become more and more impatient with his teasing. Aemond was enjoying the way you whined and pleaded for him.
Your impatience was only bringing him closer to the edge, making him want to finally give you what you wanted. But he wanted to hear you say it again. "Use my name," he commanded, his voice dark. "Say it again. I want to hear my name when you beg me, Y/N."
βAemond, I canβt take anymore teasing..β you gasp, feeling his hand trailing up your inner thigh. He took a second to savor the sound of it on your lips, relishing the way it sounded when you begged him for more.
He slid his hand even higher, until his fingers were gently brushing over your most sensitive parts, through the fabric of your clothes. He leaned in, his lips millimeters from your ear.
"You've been a very good girl," he whispered, his voice a low rumble. "I suppose I'll give you what you want."
"Aemond," you moaned, the sound of his name like a prayer on your lips. You felt his hand move under your skirt, the fabric of your panties the only barrier between his skin and your wetness.
He hooked his finger under the elastic and with a swift motion, he slid them to the side, exposing you completely to his touch. He didn't waste any time, immediately pressing his finger against your entrance, feeling the slick heat of your arousal.
His eyes never left yours as he began to push in, the slow, deliberate movement making you beg for more.
"Please, Aemond," you gasped, your hips rolling in a silent plea for him to fill you completely. He smirked at your desperation, enjoying every second of it.
His finger slid in easily, and he watched your face contort with pleasure as he began to move it in and out, his strokes slow and maddening. Each time he went deeper, you could feel yourself getting wetter, your body begging for more.
He didn't need to be told twice; he added another finger, stretching you out even more, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you fall apart.
The room was filled with the sound of your whimpers and his soft, taunting whispers, the scent of your desire thick in the air. Aemond's own arousal was clear, his pants bulging as he worked you with his hand.
He leaned in, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, "Keep begging for it, Y/N. Tell me how much you need me to fuck you."
Your breath hitched as his fingers hit a spot inside you that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "Aemond, I need you," you whispered, your voice shaking with need. "Please, fuck me, I can't wait any longer."
He chuckled darkly, withdrawing his fingers and taking a step back, leaving you trembling on the desk. "Patience," he said, his voice a low command.
He quickly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, his erection standing proud and demanding. "You'll get what you want, but only when I say you can."
With that, he stepped closer again, his body pressing against yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel the head of his cock nudging against you, teasing you with the promise of what was to come. "Beg for it," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Beg for me to take you."
Your body was on fire, your mind a whirlwind of desire. You didn't need to be told twice. "Aemond, please," you begged, your voice desperate and needy. "Take me, I need you inside me."
With a groan of his own, Aemond pushed into you, his cock filling you in one smooth stroke. You cried out, your nails digging into the wood of the desk as he began to move, his hips driving into you with a passion that was almost animalistic.
The friction was exquisite, the feeling of him inside you was everything you had been dreaming of. And so it began, a dance of power and pleasure, where you were both the dominator and the dominated, the hunted and the hunted.
With every thrust, every moan, every desperate plea, the walls of the office seemed to close in around you, until there was nothing but the two of you and the sound of skin on skin.
As Aemond began to move inside you, his hips setting a punishing rhythm, you bit your lip to stifle the moans that threatened to spill from your mouth.
You didn't want the rest of the office to hear how completely he owned you, how every stroke of his cock sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body. But Aemond noticed your effort to remain quiet, and his smirk grew darker.
"Let them hear you," he said, his voice a low command. "Let them know how much you want this, how much you need me."
You hesitated for a moment, but the need to please him overrode any shred of modesty you had left. You let out a low moan, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment as the sound echoed through the room. Aemond's eye narrowed in approval, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove into you even harder.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Let it out, scream for me."
And so you did, your moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You could feel the tension in the air around you, the energy of your shared passion almost tangible.
Aemond's movements grew more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants as he fucked you with an intensity that bordered on feral. The world outside the office door didn't exist anymore, it was just the two of you and the sound of your bodies colliding.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper, faster. The desk creaked under your combined weight, the sound mixing with the wet slap of flesh and the harsh rhythm of your breathing.
And as you felt the beginnings of your climax building, you couldn't help but wonder if this was what it was like to truly submit to someone, to be claimed in every sense of the word.
Aemond leaned in, capturing your mouth in a brutal kiss that stole your breath away. His tongue danced with yours as his hips continued their relentless assault, his hand moving to palm your mound, his thumb flicking over your clit. The combination of his touch and the feel of him inside you was too much to handle, and you shattered around him, your orgasm tearing through you like a storm.
He didn't stop, though, driving into you harder and faster, chasing his own release. And when he finally found it, he pulled back, his single eye blazing with victory as he watched you come apart in his arms. The silence that followed was deafening, both of you trying to catch your breath as the reality of what had just happened began to sink in.
For a moment, there was only the sound of your racing hearts, the throb of your bodies, and the knowledge that the office outside had just become a place of secret desire and power games. Aemond leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "You're mine now, Y/N. Remember that." And with that, he pulled out, leaving you trembling and exposed on the desk, the evidence of your desire for him slick on your thighs.
Aemond leaned back, drinking in the sight of you laid out on the desk before him, your body still trembling and panting after your intense climax. He smiled with satisfaction, enjoying the way your eyes couldn't seem to meet his own, the aftermath of your submission still fresh on your face.
"Do you understand, Y/N?" he said softly, his voice carrying a hint of command. "Do you understand who you belong to? Who you *truly* belong to?"
βYes.. yes Sir..β you murmur, voice dazed as you try to catch your breath.
Aemond chuckled at your dazed response, enjoying the way you called him "Sir" even now, after everything that had just happened.
He leaned in, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "Good," he said, his voice low and calm. "Because I expect you to remember it from now on. You're mine, Y/N. Body and mind. And I won't tolerate any disrespect, or any attempts to defy me."
You nod, leaning your head to his hand, enjoying the gentleness of his touch. A knock on the door sends a shiver down your spine, you try to stand from the desk but Aemond holds you in place.
Aemond's hand on your hip held you firm in place, preventing you from moving. He glanced towards the door, his expression becoming stoic for a moment.
"Come in." he called out, his voice commanding without betraying any hint of what had just happened. You squirm under his hands, nervously trying to get away.
βOh uh, hereβs the paperwork you needed.β One of your coworkers quickly sets the file on the desk, leaving the room quickly and gently closing the door behind them.
Aemond didn't look away from you as the worker left the room, his eye focused on you like a hawk. He could feel your squirms, your attempt to get away from him.
As soon as the door clicked shut, his grip on you tightened, pinning you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance.
"Where do you think you're going, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and steady. "I'm not finished with you yet."
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RETURN TO PANDORA MONTH!
Our tag is #Return to pandora / #returntopandora
This year, we will be running a casual avatar event during the whole of December! 1st to 31st.
We are giving you 30 prompts (gen, nsfw, and tropes), as well as 7 alternate prompts which are "Fan Clan" focused. Pick and mix as you please, use any of your own as well.
There are no set days for this month, prompts come in any order.
Main prompts:
Combat β Tsaheylu β Sick fic/art Memory β Punishment β Reverse AU Eywa β Shibari/Bondage β Gender Swap Flying β Body Worship β Crossover Revenge β First Time β Modern Earth AU Food β Human/Na'vi Pairing β Fix it Visit β Edging β Whump or H/C Gifts β Voyeurism β Enemies to Lovers Medicine β Sex Pollen β Soulmates AU Awakening β Jealousy β Actors AU
Fan clan prompts:
New Biomes Fan-Clan Lore New Lab Creations Mount Designs Different Naβvi Types New Animal Companions Humans (RDA or Others)
You can start creating now, but please save your work to post in December, when we will start reblogging submissions. The AO3 collection will open on the 1st of December.
You can submit any medium. All characters are welcome, including OCs. You can work exclusively on recombinants, or your own clans, or spend the entire month crafting speculative meta for Avatar 3. You could make a month long comic, or share a progress-journal of your efforts crafting a cosplay. If it spreads the avatar love, we'll have it!
Our goal is to keep the Avatar fandom alive and the A3 hype going!
If you have questions, please check the rules and FAQ, or send us an ask.
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The bond between found family. The bond. Theyβve all been hurt before. Rejected, cast away, and abandoned. All that hurt. And yet they chose to love each other.Β
They understand the pain of not having anyone and are going out of their way to make sure others donβt have to suffer by supporting each other. They bond over knowing the others chose them and they are special and loved because of it.
#found family#found family things#fanfic tropes#trope talk#nimona#sing#sing 2#httyd#spiderman#supernatural#the 100#tlou#toh#percy jackson#the kane chronicles#the magnus archives#magnus chase#the mandalorian#batfam#avatar the legend of korra#avatar the last airbender#the witcher#found family trope#stranger things
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The Sample

Art by @littlesugarcube45 (QuStarry on Twitter)
Summary: You've almost completed recombinant Colonel Quaritch's mandatory checkup, but there's one more sample you need. He's willing to give it to you if you're willing to take it.
This was such a fun impromptu collab with the wonderful Starry! From the moment I saw this art my mind could not rest until I'd written the fic for it. And the best part is that there is more art where that came from. I can't get enough of it.
Go show Starry some love and enjoy!
#miles quaritch#quaritch#quaritch fanfic#ao3#avatar 2#colonel quaritch#avatar fanfic#fanfic#PWP#miles quaritch x reader#Quaritch x Reader#Miles Quaritch Fanfic#Atwow#avatar the way of water#the way of water#James Cameron#Avatar art#Quaritch Art#Fanart#love this style#I need more#the art is just perfect
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