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Hi! Do you have any characters that you find slightly similar to Loki or Voldemort/Tom Riddle in terms of personality or backstory or just vibes?
For example, as huge fan of frostiron I LOVE Loki. And after reading fics about him for years I canât help but notice small similarities between him and Sirius. Theyâre NOT the same, not at all. But I personally see a lot of stuff that they have in common. Both characters are very prideful, strong magicians, black sheep of their family, have a dark side but ultimately end up doing more good than bad. And thatâs if we include both canon and fanon. Itâs okay if you disagree, thatâs just my personal perception)
For Voldemort I was unable to find any sort of counterpartđ¤ˇââď¸
Soo, my question remains. I am very curious as to what you have in mind;)
I assume you mean Loki from the movies; I am unfortunately unfamiliar with him. The only Loki I know is the one from Norse mythology, and I don't remember very much about him, either. I do remember he was a shapeshifter, like many gods, so I suppose he has that in common with Sirius! I can't speak further of similarities, that's practically all I remember.
As for Voldemort...I don't know. The Evil Queen from Snow White? đ They both hear a prophecy warning of their downfall and they act on it and start beef with kids. And the kids end up surviving and winning with the power of love.
If we just take canon V at face value, then he's similar to all fairytale villains. Or to Palpatine, I suppose.
If we look at Voldemort as a more human character, not just Evil TM, then I could see some similarities with Magneto from X-men(at least from one or two universes of that big world): the hate for the muggles/people without mutations that steams from their childhood, their lives were impacted by ww2, both ridiculously powerful, both claiming they fight for wizards/mutants. Also they both have a badass lady as a second in command.
But, ofc, Magneto is allowed to be human, when Voldemort is doomed by the narative and his position as villain in children story. While Magneto is clearly a villain and loves genocide, he at least thinks he's doing the right thing for his kind; Voldemort is just there to be bad.
For Sirius, you can make a case about Aragorn, I suppose? Both come from ancient, noble, rich lineage, but they shy away from the burden of it, they're both good (but rough) men, they are protectors for their respective protagonists, they would die for Harry/Frodo, and they're both fighting this supreme evil that is threatening the world. They both obey basically God on Earth (Albus and Gandalf).
I think it's easier to find Sirius similarities, I can think of some in A song of Ice and Fire, but it's harder for Voldemort because he barely has any 'meat' to his character in canon. He's just there as a lesson for kids, as an obstacle for Harry to overcome.
There is that saying that a story is only as good as it's villain, and it's true. If Harry Potter was anything other than a children's book, than it would be a very bad story, because the villain is just a prop. However, since it's for children, the rules are obviously different. Ironically, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is considered the best book in the series because it had a great villain- Sirius. That book is so beloved because for most of it we believed Sirius to be a villain, and he was real in a way Voldemort never is, he is human, and he is scary.
So it falls on us, the fandom, to give Voldemort something real, to turn him into a person, and we all go in slightly different directions, hence why it's so hard to find a counterpart for him in established literature/cinema.
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I could count the amount of original stories of mine that don't have horror elements on one hand and idk what that says about me
#thylacines can talk#actually i do know it says mmmmm making horror monster ocs is fun#outside of my fandom ocs my ocs and original stories arre dominated by horror elements and religious themes oopsie daisy#i might eventually post about them but the hk brainrot is going strong#but a friend of mine got a commission for me of my doomer human x monster yaoi so you'll see my Main Babygirls soon đĽ°#hand in unlovable hand they're fucked and weird and it's an unhealthy relationship and it'll never work as everything is stacked against#them yet each other is all they have and if being together means their death then so be it. Peter should have probably ran. Should have left#would be better off for the majorth of the story had he never met it yet the two are so alike. it's the first thing that's ever unnderstood#him. it's the first 'person' that's ever truly cared for him. And even if it has flaws and his life was ruined by things beyond his#comprehension and he risks his life he's not willing to let go of the only person whos truly seen him and loved him. Who is willing to tear#its world apart and die for him. There are no happy endings here. They were doomed from the start. But at least they have each other.#also tfw your life and 'family' sucks so much that a literal monster who manipulated you and used your body to carry out ruthless murders is#nicer to you than your goddamn brother and friends. like damn dude.#I honestly think if Slaughter was born a human their relationship would be great for both of them they truly fit together like two puzzle#pieces. two outcasts who have so much in common and find comfort in one another. but because of the circumstances of Slaughter's nature and#what it was forced to be this is not a healthy situation or a relationship. Peter comes out better at the end and would be as good as dead#if not for meeting Slaughter so there's a silver lining in all of this but goddamn dude. the bullshit it took to get there.#The fact that his life was so bad literally getting possessed by a monster and almost being murdered numerous times and an insane amount of#trauma and bbeing a target for monsters for the rest of your life literally IMPROVED IT my guy truly cant catch a fucking break đđ
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I think it's so funny that the Turtles remind Baron of Lou Jitsu. This scene?
Beautiful
#rottmnt#baron draxum#lou jitsu#bless these boys#i like to think that if they were human there would be a strong family resemblance#i just saw man who was half black and Chinese and his grandma is Chinese#but i swear to god he looked just like her and it reminded me of other family similarities#my brothers are a year apart but often speak in unison
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if winds of winter comes out and Sansa and Jon's friendship was a TV show hallucination idk what I'll do. set myself on fire? drown in a lake?
#shut up az#something about two siblings who didn't get along out of pure apathy not hate or dislike but pure don't give a shit#growing up to realize they're not actually siblings but choosing to still mean that much to each other and not letting blood separate them#Sansa telling Jon that he will always be a Stark and her brother as long as far as she's concerned meant so much to me idk how to say it#like they both yearned to have their families back and even though they weren't part of what the other missed#when they were reunited they were EXACTLY what the other needed to feel human and safe and loved again#like the fantasies Sansa had of Robb coming to save her and being a noble king were fulfilled by Jon better than Robb could have managed#and Jon yearning for literally any soft female influence in his life and Sansa relearning how to be vulnerable to fill that while#still being strong enough to back him up#like listen. I love Sansa and Arya's dynamic switch too but Sansa and Jon are the Siblings Of All Time#and I refuse to believe that when Jon rode out beyond the wall he doesn't sometimes come home and visit the way Benjen used to#like Sansa is not super maternal but also I think when Jon yearned for a mother he really just wanted someone who would put him first and#Sansa literally always did once they were reunited like she was immediately like my brother is my king. also I'm making him clothes.
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Hi how are you? If you want, could you tell us what your headcanons would be for what the Sully children's relationship would be like with a human/avatar mother who was mated with Jake and Neytiri? Thank you very much, have a great day!
I can see a lot of possible outcomes for this one! So here ya go! Enjoy!
P.S: Reader will not be given a name in this one, instead she will be called "small mama"
Pinnacle protection
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Pinnacle motherhood
Right off the bat, the whole family loves their third mother, second mate. Jake sully couldn't ask for a better family, and better mates. Especially his little human mate. Neytiri will agree with him, while yes she has her children to hug, her little mate is just what she needs. Something small yet full of love just for her.Â
Now like any trio, there is a balance between the parents. Jake is the head of the family, the brains with his clever ideas. Neytiri at times can be the brains but most muscle due to her skills in fighting and hunting. And their beloved human is the heart of the family. Keeping everyone together.Â
And like any child, the sully kids will have favorites. And their favorite is their amazing human mother. She is the most fun, loving parent any child could ever ask for. Are they not getting their way with Jake or neytiri? To mama it is! And mama will always fold by the simple look of her kids.Â
Another thing about their favorite mama, they all believe she has the power to read their minds. How else would it explain she knows their next move?Â
Loâak and tuk can recall so many instances where they were barely forming an idea only for their mama to say âdont even think about itâ or âit is not worth the troubleâ.Â
For neteyam, as he is the oldest he does try to be a good example for his mischievous siblings, along with holding so many responsibilities, but he can always count on his small mama for anything. Small mama consoles him, talking about anything neteyam has his mind about.Â
Unlike Jake or neytiri who neteyam has to put up a strong warrior face, with a small mama he can revert back to being a baby with her. He feels safe and be a kid again with her. And small mama always called him her âlittle baby boyâ. Neteyam won't admit it but he likes it when she calls him that.Â
For kiri, she definitely adores her small mama. She is closer to her third parent than she is with neytiri. Not to be mean or anything. But with Jake, Kiri can talk about what odd things happen around her, ask her about her mother and stuff but with her small mama. Well, she can express far more with her, be free to say anything not be judged upon. Kiri can dare say small mama understands her more than anyone in the world.
With tuk, the baby of the family. Why, she loves to be the taller one, it makes her happy. Of course she would never tease her small mama that she is taller, but small mama would call her âtiny tukâ. A name tuk loves and will glady flex it for some reason.Â
If tuk can't go somewhere with her older siblings, small mama would personally take her anywhere she wants to go. As long as it is safe. With small mama, everything is fun and never boring. Tuk loves the times where her hair is braided or she braids small mamaâs hair.Â
Now, if small mama would use her avatar, nothing much would change. Except that now the kids will demand piggy back rides. Tuk or loâak would be front of the line for that. Â
Hunting would be easier and much more fun with jake and neytiri, running, riding their ikrans, less risk overall.Â
Even with her avatar, she is still short compared to her two mates. She is smaller than Neytiri by 9 ½ inches. Not something she is super thrilled about. No matter what body, she is still small mama through and through.Â
Small mama is forever grateful to live her best life with her family, loving them and saying her thanks to Eywa for blessing her to be the best of her two worlds. Through hardships, through trials, small mama has a mighty heart and a roar of an ikran. Yes sometimes she might be stressed or frustrated but life is not perfect. Small mama knows that all too well. But there is nothing better than what she has.Â
#avatar#avatar the way of water#na'vi x reader#na'vi avatar#avatar 2#na'vi x human#lo'ak#neteyam sully#kiri#jake sully#jake x y/n#jake x reader x neytiri#jake x reader#jake x neytiri#jake x mc#jake sully avatar#jake sully x neytiri#jake sully x reader#jake sully x reader x neytiri#neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite#neytiri x reader#neytiri sully#neytiri x jake#neytiri avatar#neytiri x human reader#neytiri x you#neytiri x y/n#neteyam x human reader#neteyam x reader#neteyam x you
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A Week (He Will Take You)
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Danny moved to Gotham for school, while there he noticed that Gotham's ambient ecto was really murky for lack of a better word.
This didn't really affect him too much besides a mild headache every once in a while but that also just might be stress from all his school work so maybe not.
Anyway
This murky ecto seemed to effect the people who lived there or more importantly the ghosts,
They were visible to the human eye like most ghosts back in Amity but instead of looking very much like a ghost they still looked like humans if a bit off putting.
They all seemed to be continuing their normal lives as if still fully alive, with the people around them none the wiser.
Danny noticed this and began approaching them to figure out what was going on.
Apparently the murky ecto in the city had made it so that they were strong enough to still continue a somewhat normal life but not be able to cross over to the GZ.
In other words they were stuck in Gotham
Danny was the Ghost King so he could easily fix this problem, all he needed to do was give them a bit of pure ecto for around a week to fully stabilize them them then he would just open a portal into the GZ and they could cross over with all their things also transferring into the GZ for their new haunt.
Unfortunately this looked rather worrying to an outsider,
Imagine you're used to your neighbor being very outgoing so you and others see them a lot suddenly this man seems to appear in their life out of nowhere an at exactly one week, your neighbor and all their belongings in their home disappear no trace to be found.
You tell people and they begin saying the same story they knew someone and them a man with black hair and blue eyes appeared in their life, then they and all their things disappear in exactly one week.
Of course the police in Gotham do the bare minimum so they're no help.
But it starts to begin a trend, especially online.
"Oh careful or the blue eyed man will make you disappear in a week"
This of course after time catches the bats attention, Gordon had already given them all the information he had.
"Young adult early twenties, dark hair, blue eyes"
That was it.
The bats look into it and from their point of view Danny is a serial killer.
But they can't find the connection between all of his victims, they range from young children and the elderly from different backgrounds absolutely no connection,
Worrying enough he doesn't just make one person disappear he has taken entire families up to over a dozen, without anyone figuring out how he's doing it or why at all.
The disturbing thing also being that he seems to take everything in their home, leaving it like it has always been empty
Like no one had been living in it.
People have tried to take photos of Danny get some kind of evidence of his existence, but when they try to do it, it either comes out completely corrupted or their devise simply shuts down fully.
Danny of course has no clue what is happening he's just happy that he's able to help so many ghosts, and is trying not to fail his exams.
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Danny leaving the house he just helped: "That went easier than I expected!"
Neighbor peeking from the window: "Shit it's that guy! "
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Red Hood marching down into the cave: " The fucker took many from my territory without me even realizing it!"
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Tim: "I'm pretty sure his kill count is nearing the hundreds and he just started like maybe 4 months ago, this is bad."
Barbara: " I think I got a theory, this matches up with the new school year beginning so maybe their not a Gotham native which narrows down my suspect list."
Bruce: "Hn."
Tim: "Yes thank you B for the insightful commentary"
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Danny trying not to fall asleep while on his way to class: "Strange I keep seeing shadows following me, oh well must be the stress!"
Bats who are pretty sure Danny is the killer: "Has he done anything suspicious yet?"
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Just an Idea
#glowy-death-ideas#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#batman#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#prompt fill#story prompt#prompts#writing prompt#dp#ghost#ghosts#dp x dc
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Starting off by saying I hate âmom Dannyâ bc it tends to be p transphobic and misgendering, so if anyone adds it to my post Iâm blocking them.
Tim making his Kon clone baby, but the cloning chamber isnât stable enough for the fetus. Heâs desperately trying anything that he think might work, when he comes across Phantom. Phantom who has experience with stabilizing clones.
Danny had heard whispers through the grapevine (Ellie whoâd joined the Teen Titans as Phantasm) that there was someone attempting to make clones. Heâd only meant to snoop and see if it was a Vlad situation. If any clones had been made and needed liberating. What he found was a newly minted Red Robin crying over a red blinking message on a cloning chamber. He warbled a quiet âplease, Kon, I donât want to live without you.â
Danny quickly realizing this wasnât an attempt to replace and destroy, but actually someone grieving, in probably an unhealthy way, but who was Danny to judge, heâd once replaced Sam and Tucker with robots for less. So he decided to help Red Robin out. Sure, he hadnât dealt with kryptonian dna before, but he was at least 89% sure halfa dna was way more complicated. And Red Robin had already figured out ways around the dna shenanigans, it was just the stability that wasnât going well. Honestly, he didnât think it would be as easy as an ecto dejecto like it had been for Ellie. But his parents had a lot of inventions that theyâd started making to help out ghosts, once theyâd realized Danny was Phantom. Maybe telling Red Robin about ghost IVF wasnât his most thought through plan.
âI think what might help is an incubator.â Phantom had suggested.
Tim could only gesture at the cloning chambers that had failed him thus far. They were essentially huge incubators.
Phantom awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. âI meant, like, a living incubator. Like a surrogate.â
âWhere am I going to find someone that I not only trust to carry the baby, but also would volunteer?â Tim raised an eyebrow at him. Hell, had Tim had the equipment to do so, he would have carried the baby, everything else be damned. He just didnât want to be alone anymore.
Phantom blushed green and looked away. âIt might take a little tinkering with the embryos to work with the physiology, butâŚ. I could carry the baby for you. I mean, Iâm trans, and even if I wasnât, ghosts are kind of malleable in a reproductive sense. And there are options for IVF in ghost science. And like, my own clone is like my little sister. Iâm also a protection spirit, so I would protect the baby with my entire afterlife. And Iâm kind of rambling so you should say something before I embarrass myself.â
âYou would be willing to carry a baby for me?â Tim was shell shocked by the offer.
âI mean, yeah. Youâre a good guy. Youâre not cloning him for a malicious reason. Youâre just trying to bring back a piece of your friend because you love and miss him. Dedication that strong for someone who has left the living plain, is admirable. You realized early on that you wouldnât be able to increase the speed in which the clone grew. Youâve been trying despite knowing that this clone will be a baby thatâs going to be your child, and not just the friend you lost. And I wouldnât mind giving up my body for a little bit so you can make your family.â
Tim certainly hadnât meant to surge forward and kiss Phantom. âThank you.â Tim pulled Phantom into a fierce hug. âThank you, thank you, thank you.â
It took about a month for them to work out the kinks of making the baby safe for Dannyâs body. In this time, Danny showing Red Robin his human form, and Tim revealing his own identity. It felt kind of wrong to keep his name from someone he intended to get pregnant with his child. Tim and Danny got close as they worked together on the baby. And there may have been a few more kisses shared between them. In the end, the baby ended up spliced with mostly Konâs dna, some of Timâs (to stabilize the kryptonian dna), and some of Dannyâs (to keep the baby safe in the womb).
Once Danny was well and truly pregnant, he encouraged Tim to find Bruce. âIâll keep the baby safe. You find your dad. If you need me for anything, Iâm only a call away.â Tim hadnât forgotten about Bruce, heâd just never thought it would take so long to set up cloning Kon. So much of his hurt and loneliness had fallen away in Dannyâs presence, and Danny had let him hyper focus on making their baby.
âProbably terrible timing, but Iâve got to ask,â Tim swallowed nervously. âBe my boyfriend?â
Dannyâs lopsided smile, thawed Timâs nerves. âI think I could work with that. I hope you donât mind kids though, Iâm kind of pregnant.â
Tim huffed a laugh. âIâll keep in touch while Iâm away. Please keep me updated on the baby.â
Danny pulled him into a proper kiss, âI will.â
Iâm mostly imagining Tim getting bump update photos and falling in love with his increasingly pregnant boyfriend, while he finds Bruce.
Iâm also imagining after Bruce is back, Tim being like, âanyways gtg, my boyfriend is in his third trimester and I donât want to miss the birth of our baby.â And peacing out before any bats could react, let alone stop him.
And also maybe when Kon comes back, thereâs maybe a poly relationship started.
Also thinking about Tim getting Danny pregnant without the science.
Danny gets Dad, Tim gets Papa, and if Kon joins, he gets Poppy.
#dead tired#tim x danny#danny x tim#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#tim drake#Danny phantom#dani phantom#red Robin#kon el kent#conner kent#pregnant Danny#clone baby#Kon el#superboy#robin#dc#dc comics#batman#dc characters#chatonfils writing#I donât really know where Timâs cloning attempts fit into the timeline#I need to read the comics and not just fanfic#but I think Danny is probably the best person to go to in the case of destabilized clones#TimKon#timkondanny#superdeadtired
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apparently a bunch of ppl on social media are trying to call for a boycott of rick riordan because of this statement in a blog post:
Becky and I are just back from a busy weekend with events at the Boston Book Festival and New York Comic-Con.
Before I get into that, however, some words to acknowledge the ongoing horrors in Israel and Gaza. As many of you may know, I am no longer on social media. My accounts post only updates on my books and related projects. I do not read posts, reply to posts, or share my thoughts about world events on those forums. That doesnât mean I donât have strong feelings and reactions. It means I am offline as completely as possible, except for the occasional blog post like this one.
I will say this: Over the last eighteen years, I have received many fan letters from young readers, both Israeli and Palestinian, who often told me that my books helped them escape the fear, grief and anxiety they were dealing with at the time. Some had lost family members to violence. Some were writing while in the distance they could hear explosions, gunfire, and the launching of rockets. They used my books as a way to escape into another world, where the monsters were fictional, and where demigods usually saved the day. While I am always glad that my books can help young readers find joy during difficult times, my heart breaks every time I hear about the things they have to deal with. I am grief-stricken by the horrific events now unfolding, especially because I know that they are part of a long historic pattern that has been robbing too many children of their childhood and perpetuating hatred for far too long.
I am also quite aware that when anyone, myself included, tries to speak about this issue, the reader is waiting to pounce, thinking, âYes, but whose side are you on?â That is exactly the wrong question. If there are two sides to this issue, those sides are not Palestinian/Israeli or Muslim/Jewish. The two sides are humanitarian and dehumanizing. Dehumanizing has a long evil history. It is appealing and easy to buy into, because humans are tribal animals. We are hardwired to think in terms of âusâ versus âthem.â We are the real humans, the good guys, the ones with God on our side. Those other people are evil monsters who donât deserve empathy. Hate mongers have thrived on dehumanizing for as long as there have been humans. It provides them with a purpose, a way to rally support, power, and scapegoats. It is easy to point to atrocities committed by our enemies, while justifying or minimizing the atrocities committed by ourselves or our allies.
Humanitarianism is a much harder sell. It requires us to empathize, to see other groups of people as equally deserving of dignity and quality of life. It requires not always putting ourselves and our needs first. But in the long run, humanitarianism is our only hope. If violence could end violence, if we could put an end to âthose other peopleâ once and for all, human history would read very differently than it does.
So yes, I am appalled by the Hamas attacks on Israeli civilians. I am appalled by the suffering of Palestinian civilians in Gaza. Both things can be true. Both things must be true. My thoughts are with all the people who have died, who have lost loved ones, who have had their worlds and their lives shattered, especially the children. More death and violence will not break this cycle, which has been going on for generations. There is no military solution. Even since I first wrote the post, only twenty-four hours ago, the Israeli governmentâs brutal retaliation against the entire population of Gaza has reached genocidal proportions. This is not only an atrocity. It is folly. Answering misery with misery only creates more fertile ground for extremism, dehumanizing the âother side,â letting hate mongers thrive, stay in power, and reduce us all to our most monstrous impulses. The only real solution is treating each other like equally worthy human beings, and negotiating a peace that allows all parties a chance to live in security and dignity, with hopes for a future that does not include bombs and rockets and gunfire. This means security and support for Israel, yes. It also means a secure Palestine which is allowed to get the international aid and recognition it needs to build a viable state.
Do I think that will happen? Unfortunately, no. Humans are simply too selfish, too ready to blame âthe otherâ for all their problems, too ready to dehumanize, though I also believe, perhaps paradoxically, that most people just want to live their lives in peace and have a chance for their children to have a brighter future. The problem is when we donât allow other people to have those same hopes and dreams â when it becomes a false choice of us versus them.
What can I do? I will continue to write books that I hope will give young readers some joy. I will resist the urge to demonize entire groups of people. I will call for less violence, not more violence. And when asked whose side I am on, I will tell you I am on the side of humanitarianism.
So with that said, I return to the world of books . . .
honestly, if you have a problem with this statement, itâs probably because heâs talking about you. this is exactly what legitimate activists (as in not just random westerners who share social media posts but on-the-ground activists who are doing real work) have been saying for decades. and i think all this really speaks to just how disconnected a lot of westerners who claim to be pro palestinian are from those activists.
if you canât read a statement that says âi am on the side of humanitarianism and less violenceâ without immediately jumping to cancel them, you are the problem being discussed in the above statement.
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Yandere!Merman x chubby!gn!reader
Cw: possessiveness, yandere behavior, almost drowning, breeding, biting, dead fish, weird merman dick, marking.
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A merman noticed a human drowning, howâd this poor creature get stranded in the middle of the ocean. Awh! Look at their little legs flailing in a panic as they try to stay afloat. How cute⌠Soon too much water filled your lungs and exhaustion stiffened your lungs as your body gave out in the thrashing waves. The male swims closer in a sense of curiosity, not out of good will. His silky arms wrapped around your torso, gods you were so cold. He tutted as you lay limply in his arms, keeping your head above water as he swims you to his little hideaway, a cove only he knew of. You were just too cute to let drown!
You woke up with a burning feeling in your chest and a pounding in your head, sitting up like lightning and coughing out sea water with a pained expression. As you grasp at the sandy floor- sandy floor? You look around. What? All you remember was that you were on a boat with your family, next thing you know, you fell overboard and the waves were just too aerated so you couldnât swim. Now⌠youâre here, in a cave, with glowing moss and crystals. Along with glowing plankton in the pool that leads out to the sea. You wouldâve been in awe if you werenât freaking out and mortified to notice you were only in your torn up shirt and underwear.
âSuch a skittish creatureâŚâ I low voice called out from beside you. A man, well no a merman. You soaked in his appearance trying to accept the fact that mermaids and such were real in such a short span of time, âlook at you, shaking all scared, just like a sea pup thatâs lost its mother..â he hummed fondly. The fondness however was laced in condescension.
âW-where am I? Who are you?â You glare at the merman and shuffle away defensively. Wincing at your aching joints. He simply grins âYouâre in my very own cove, little human, and as for me? Well Iâm your rescuer.â He hummed out. Lifting himself out the water to sit on the sandy floor âI brought you some food, fresh from the hunt.â He threw a headless fish at you, how thoughtful. You grimace and look at the fish you just about managed to catch in your marred hands. âIâŚâ you look awkwardly at him.
âI canât eat raw meat, I mean I can technically⌠I just donât think I could get this down without a fightâŚâ you frown. He huffed and crossed his arms âyou humans are so fussy.â He nodded his head over to a pile of random human stuff. âThere might be something in there to cook your fish.â He said with an emotion you canât quite put your finger on. âOh⌠thanks.â You smile awkwardly and crawl over to the pile and look for anything⌠flammable.
Soon you find a rusty lighter, giving it a few experimental clicks, it lights up. And so do the eyes of the merman, watching you intently. You then see some dried out drift wood and placed it away from the pile of human stuff. Setting it alight. Then you place the fish on the burning wood, it wasât a high quality meal, but at least it would be more edible⌠hopefully.
Soon the fish was properly cooked and you started to pick at it and look at him âWhy did you save me?â You asked hesitantly. He just gave you a wide sharp toothed grin âI thought you were a cute little thing so I swept you up and brought you someplace safe.â That made you sputter. âOh I seeâŚâ
âWell⌠after this, could you return me to mainland?â You ask reasonably.
âNoâ he responded bluntly and immediately. âI found you, I keep you.â He said as if he was stating the obvious. Your brows quickly furrow âthatâs not how it works⌠you canât just keep me here-â he shakes his head âoh but I can, I saw you flinging around like a panicked mackerel out there, I know youâre not a strong swimmer little human.â He hummed in an amused tone. Your heart sank. âI donât think you could escape here without my help, and Iâve been awfully lonely, especially since itâs mating seasonâŚâ he said the last part with a purr from deep in his throat.
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Oh, no. Or maybe oh yes? You couldnât tell what you felt right now. A hot fish man is insinuating he wants to breed you, but he also seems like heâs not going to let you go. HmâŚ. Well if you canât beat âem join em! You glare at him with precaution âIâm not sure what youâre implyingâŚâ you say with faux obliviousness. He smirks as a wet hand grabs your ankle yanking you towards him. His hands immediately landing on your plump hips. âMmm, youâre quite warm humanâŚâ he practically purred again. âIâm implying that I want you as my mateâŚâ he said lowly as his hands trail down your big squishy thighs, giving them a squeeze âI wonât care if you bare my young or not, Iâll breed you regardlessâŚâ his grin only widens.
Your breath hitches at his words, and his hands that seem to be far too eager to be on you. âSo go on.. tell me youâre mine⌠let me claim the treasure I found in the sea hmm?â He asked though it sounded much more like a demand. Although despite his eagerness to stuff himself in you, his words held no malice despite his creepy demeanor, it looks like he was stalling his movements, ready to get off of you if you said no. But you didnât. Instead you look him up and down and think âIâve done worseâ.
Slowly you sigh and look back at his face âyou⌠can mate with me..â you look away awkwardly after saying so. Oh and that was all the confirmation he needed before his cold lips started attacking your neck. Your breath hitches as you feel his sharp teeth graze against your neck before biting down rather harshly, making you gasp out. He snickered into your skin as he lapped up the bruising skin âGonna look so pretty decorated in my marks, no one will dare touch you, everyone will know youâre mineâŚâ he growled possessively.
Thatâs when you felt something wet and slimy bulge out of the slit on his tail, pressing against your inner thigh. âThat was quickâŚâ you gasp out as you feel him rut against you, his cool scales feeling rather soothing as his tail ran up and down your legs as he nudged his needy cock against your clothed sex, âughâŚâ he gritted out âI need to be in you, turn over on your front right now humanâŚâ he growled out and flipped you over with ease.
You gasp, slightly winded as his slippery cock immediately pressed against your ass as he continued his rutting âgoing to stuff you full just like a good mateâŚ.â He huffed out and moved your underwear to the side. He impatiently spat on his hand, rubbing his spit in on his fingers. Not a second any longer and he was already stretching your hole out. Making you bite your lip and suppress a startled moan. He chuckled lowly âthatâs it, taking my fingers like a good mateâŚâ you only let out as small moan as he continued to work you open so you can take his cock.
After what he felt was an eternity, he was satisfied with how stretched out you were. Immediately angling his pretty blue dick against your entrance. His hands dug into your plush hips âmmmh, humans are much softer than any sea person⌠so supple and squishy⌠perfectâŚâ he growled as he rambled into your ear. His cock slowly entering. Your tight hole clenching eagerly around his slimy cock as he bottoms out in you. He groaned out loudly as he ducked his head into your neck and began to mark you more.
Soon he was completely inside, his slit pressed up against your ass. He was big⌠the unusual shape filling you in all the places you never knew you needed. Your back arches as he began to move his hips slowly âfuck so tight for me human..â he gritted out. His long hair tickling your back with every slow thrust. His sharp claw like nails digging into your fat. âI canât hold back dear treasure⌠must fill you to the brim with my seedâŚâ
And with that his hips began to hump into you at a feverish pace, lewd squelches and fwops echoed throughout the cave as he continued to use your tight hole like it was his new favorite toy. Soon enough you felt a knot in your stomach built up. He grunted âIâm closeâŚâ it seems he had the same build up as well. His thrusts became more erratic and clumsy as he fucked into your sloppy hole in desperation,
A mix between a hiss and a moan left his lips as his warm thick cum gushed into you, giving you no time to react as your orgasm hit you in waves. The merman continued rutting into you to ride out his orgasm, milking every last drop for you.
Once you both came down from your highs, he pulled out, a soft pop followed. Turning you back on your back as you breathe heavily. He looked at you with desire and that same unsettling smile that strangely turned you on. He panted heavily as he moved a few strands of hair that clung to your forehead out of the way. âYouâre mine forever now⌠little human⌠we mated, youâre mine for lifeâŚâ he whispered with a cocky smirk,
âIâll make sure Iâll keep you well fed and squishy for me.â He said in satisfaction as he continued to let his hands explore and squeeze your body. You donât know how youâre gonna cope with a clingy merman for the rest of your lifeâŚ.
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Whoop whoop whoop! Mermen! Kinda hit right?!
#fanfic#monster x reader#monster x reader smut#monster smut#monster#oc x reader#merman#merman x reader#merman x human#merman smut#monster lover
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A What?
Gojo x reader Genre: Fluff Synopsis: You ask for a baby out of nowhere Masterlist Requests open!
"Hey, Satoru, I want a baby."
The man choked on his cereal. Milk splattered across the table, and he coughed, looking at you with wide, incredulous eyes. "You what?"
You grinned, loving his reaction. "I want a baby."
Gojo blinked, processing your words. "Like...a human baby? With diapers and all?"
You laughed. "Yes, Satoru, a human baby. Not a cursed spirit baby or a baby goat. A tiny human."
He leaned back in his chair, still stunned. "You can't just drop a bomb like that while I'm eating my Froot Loops, babe. Give a guy some warning."
You shrugged, leaning over to wipe a speck of milk off his cheek. "I thought you could handle anything."
"Yeah, curses and evil sorcerers, sure. But this...this is a whole new level of scary." He ran a hand through his white hair, making it stand up in more directions than usual. "Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." You sat down across from him, your expression softening. "I think we'd make great parents."
He looked at you, eyes softening. "Of course we would. I mean, look at us. We're awesome."
You snorted. "Modest, as always."
"Hey, it's not arrogance if it's true." He grinned, then grew serious again. "But...a baby? That's a big deal."
"I know. But I want to start a family with you, Satoru."
He was silent for a moment, then his lips curved into a smile. "Okay. Let's do it."
You blinked. "Really? Just like that?"
He shrugged. "Why not? I've always wanted kids. Didn't think about it too much because, you know, job hazards and all. But if you want a baby, then I want a baby. Simple as that."
You laughed, feeling a wave of relief and excitement. "Simple as that, huh?"
"Yep." He stood up, suddenly energized. "Alright, let's make a baby right now."
Your eyes widened. "Satoru, we can't just...it's the middle of the day!"
"Details, details." He waved a hand dismissively. "I'm the strongest sorcerer in the world. I can make time for baby-making."
You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm. "How romantic."
He waggled his eyebrows. "Oh, I can be romantic. Just you wait."
The next few days were filled with Gojo's attempts at being "romantic." You came home to rose petals scattered all over the living room (which the cat was now batting around), a candlelit dinner (where he nearly set the kitchen on fire), and a bubble bath for two (where he splashed so much water that the bathroom flooded).
"You're really trying, aren't you?" you said, toweling off your hair after the bath fiasco.
He pouted. "I'm trying to set the mood."
You kissed his cheek. "I appreciate it, Satoru. But we don't need all this. Just you and me, together. That's enough."
He smiled, pulling you into his arms. "You're right. As always."
That night, lying in bed, he turned to you with a mischievous look in his eye. "So, about that baby..."
You laughed, swatting his chest. "Okay, okay. Let's do this."
A few weeks later, you found yourself holding a pregnancy test in your hand, heart pounding. Gojo was pacing back and forth in the bathroom, looking more nervous than you'd ever seen him.
"Okay, okay, okay," he muttered. "It's fine. Whatever it says, it's fine."
You glanced at the test, then at him. "Satoru, you need to calm down."
He stopped pacing and looked at you, taking a deep breath. "Right. Calm. I can do calm."
You held up the test, a smile spreading across your face. "We're having a baby."
For a moment, he just stared at you, then he whooped, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. "We're having a baby! I'm gonna be a dad!"
You laughed, holding onto him. "Yes, you are. And you're going to be amazing."
He set you down, his eyes shining. "We're going to be amazing."
Months passed in a whirlwind of doctor's appointments, baby shopping, and Gojo's over-the-top preparations. He baby-proofed the house, even the ceiling, "just in case the baby is super strong and starts climbing walls."
"Satoru, that's ridiculous," you said, watching as he padded the corners of the coffee table with foam.
He looked up at you, serious. "Safety first, babe."
When the day finally came, Gojo was more nervous than you. He held your hand in the delivery room, eyes wide as he watched the process.
"You're doing great," he whispered, though it seemed like he was saying it more to himself than to you.
Hours later, when the baby finally arrived, Gojo stared at the tiny bundle in his arms, tears in his eyes. "Hi there, little one. I'm your dad."
You smiled, exhausted but happy. "And I'm your mom."
He looked at you, his expression full of love and awe. "We did it."
You nodded, feeling a surge of emotion. "Yeah, we did."
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Fae adjacent! Danny pt. 2
Timothy Drake hadnât figured out what Danny Fenton was. The shop keeper had been kind, something the nine year old hadnât expected when he walked into Dannyâs shop, willing to trade away his name and soul to get Jason back.
As the young man tilted his head at Jasonâs grave, something distinctly inhuman crossing his face as he smelt the soil, Tim had the slightest inkling that he didnât want to know.
Tim, despite what most people would say, had some kind of self preservation instinct. He wouldnât have survived traipsing after vigilantes in Gotham this long if he didnât.
He did not want to find out what kind of creature Danny Fenton could be when enraged. (Despite the fear, something in Tim trilled in Danny presence. Safety, it said. Acceptance.)
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Danny hummed. The soil here had been disturbed. The dead had not stayed dead. Danny smirked. He knew a bit about not staying dead.
âYour Jason isnât here, little Sparrow.â
âWhat?â
âSee the soil?â
The little sparrow- Tim- curiously looked down. Danny was sure the kid was smart and a few seconds later, he was proven right.
âThe soulâs fresh. Overturned. Someone dug him up? No. An indent. No soil on the outside of the burial, itâs not square- he dug himself up?â
Danny sent the little sparrow an approving smile. âWell, Gotham was never known for its rule abiding citizens, dead or not.â
The little sparrow sighed. âGreat. Heâs a zombie now?â
âNot quite. Come, we will find your brother.â
âHe's, uh, not my brother.â
Danny blinked, pausing. âYou would give your name for someone who isnât family?â
Tim flushed. âHeâs- heâs my hero!â
"He'd better be thankful for this, then. What a good friend you are, little sparrow."
Tim lowered his voice, "He doesn't know I exist?â
Danny stared at him and wondered if Phantom ever had anyone who would give their names for him. He also wondered if the standard for human stupidity had lowered since he woke up.
âYou see how that's worse, right?"
"Can we get this done, please? Preferably before Batman comes out at night?"
"There are worse things than the Bat, but yes, we may. This way."
As Danny led the way, following the scent of a newly retethered soul and trace amounts of what this world called Lazarus Pits, he found himself wondering who taught this kid his self preservation instincts because they needed to be fired. Tim had followed him, through shady alleys and darkened roads, without a thought for his own safety.
They reached the door of what clearly was a pixie den. Before Danny entered, he turned to Tim. "You, little sparrow, would be the first to be murdered in a poorly done horror movie. Now, stay here while I get Jason."
With that said and satisfaction taken from Tim's flabbergasted and insulted face, Danny headed inside the pixie den to collect the wayward soul.
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"It's Danny!"
"Danny!"
The pixies in the room cheered as he walked in. Their teeth were a bit too sharp, ears a little too pointed, with shirts that did not fit quite right at their backs.
"Hey, guys." Danny strode to the room, following the scent of Jason's soul. "
"Ah, interested in our fresh catch?" One of the more... prolific pixies sidled up to him. "I think we'll make good entertainment of this boy yet. Maybe even the king would like a gift. His soul's pretty strong, mind's almost dead though."
Danny turned to the pixie and smiled. "I'm coming to collect on my contract, unfortunately."
The bar fell to complete silence. The mist and haze of the bar settled and drew back from the tinge of green in Danny's eyes. Oberon might have ruled his court but Danny's court was above even his.
"Oh- I. Yes, of course, please." The pixie stepped back hastily. Danny strode the rest of the way, content in the unnatural silence of the normally chatty pixies. He picked Jason up from the seat, frowning as he caught the scent of mind numbing herbal paste in the food in front of the kid.
"The children," he uttered commandingly. "Are off limits."
"But-!"
Danny clicked his tongue chidingly as he began leading the unsteady kid out the door.
"It isn't quite the days of old anymore, where people are aware of normal trickery. If an adult falls for your schemes, then that is on them. Children? No. To pick on a newly tethered soul is too far into my court for me to turn a blind eye."
"How are we supposed to do anything with the bat watching the skies?"
"Then fly below him," Danny drew his lips back, allowing Phantom to flicker onto his human face and warping it to something more inhuman. Like them.
"We understand," the bar's proprietor agreed. "Your word will be heard and heeded, king of another court."
"Much appreciated."
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"Jason!"
"One second, little sparrow." Danny focused, drawing upon the chaotic magic that laid beneath the thrum of ectoplasm. He, oddly enough, has had enough practice returning memories to make this process as easy as a twist of his hand. Jason went limp.
"Jason!" Tim's cry had a little more panic in it.
"Worry not, he's simply sleeping. Regained memories tend to be quite taxing." He shuffled Jason a little closer to Tim. "Here you are, little sparrow. One Jason, whole and generally unharmed."
Tim glanced at Jason and then at himself. He sheepishly looked at Danny. "Would you mind helping me get him back home?"
Danny tilted his head back and laughed.
#fae adjacent danny#dcxdp#danny phantom#tim drake#tim drake and his crazy luck#what else would you call it though#he managed to find the only friendly fae in gotham#not that the other fae aren't friendly#they're super friendly as long as you sell your soul by the end
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We are just animals.
Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader
CW: "light" non con, dubious consent, voyeurism, neteyam jerking off to reader touching herself, descriptions of masturbation, kinda mean/dark neteyam, belly bulge, rough sex, semi public sex, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, size kink, size difference, exophilia, dominant neteyam, sub reader, primal play [hunter/prey] (if you squint), doggy position
Synopsis: Neteyam is on his rut period and he's struggling to deal with the fact that masturbation doesn't really seem to help anymore when it comes to easing his strong urges. But when he finds a human girl alone in the middle of the forest, that seems to be the solution he was desperately longing for.
Slightly proofread. I'm running on 4 hours of sleep, a cup of strong coffee with no sugar and only one slice of whole grain bread rn (and I'm in a hurry to go out lol) so be gentle with me đĽ˛â love you guys <3
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Pretty girl, full of virtue and youthfulness
The forest's flowers and songs I love
Hey, pretty young girl
What are you doing in the forest alone, so far from all beings?
Omnos (Eluveitie)
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Neteyam had been extremely frustrated and moody lately. He had been aloof and impatient with people, even with his family, these past days, which is so not like him. But the Omatikaya people tried to understand and cut him some slack since they knew he was going through his rut and he didn't exactly have a partner to help him ease that itch right then.
Neteyam tossed back and fourth on his mat at eclipse and he couldn't get restful nights of sleep as he would wake up in the middle of the dark hours with such a strong urge to mate that he felt like it would drive him insane. It was so incredibly troubling. He found no other way to deal with it than being the quietest he could be while stroking his erect cock, desperately trying to get some release. But Eywa... it was never enough. No. What he needed was to cum inside a good inviting cunt.
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One day Neteyam was walking through the forest, looking for good branches so he could gather an enough amount of them to light up the bonfire for that day's communal meal time at eclipse.
He was in a place in the forest that was far enough of the Omatikaya huts for it to be somehow private, as private as a forest could be. There was always a risk of people being around, of course.
He almost couldn't believe his eyes when he caught you pleasuring yourself as you laid on the grass with your eyes closed, your small delicate human fingers rubbing your wet clit, his nostrils getting filled with the delicious scent of your juices (that he just knew tasted delicious too). Neteyam knew he had found the girl that would help him get some release from his madness inducing urges that were bothering him all the time in this rut.
You were just the perfect prey. So small, fragile and soft. His cock got hard as a rock just thinking about sinking himself deep inside your ekxĂŹn (tight) pussy.
So, Neteyam hid behind a tree and uncovered his cock, pushing his loincloth to the side as quickly as he possibly could as he did not want to spend one more second watching that delicious scene that was you shoving your small fingers inside of your tiny pussy without pleasuring himself to it.
You were so lost in your pleasure haze that you didn't even think someone could be watching you.
But then, suddenly, you stopped what you were doing when you heard a muffled moan of pleasure.
Fuck! Was someone around you?! It couldn't be! But, damn, you knew it was risky to masturbate in the middle of the forest. You just thought you could get lucky and not be seen. Somehow... Yeah. That sounded stupid and you knew it.
You almost panicked when you realized Neteyam was looking at you with a predatory look in his golden eyes, behind a tree near where you were. When you looked down and realized he was touching himself while gazing at you, your mouth fell slightly open.
But your startled face only seemed to make the desire inside him grow even stronger.
Neteyam saw the way your eyes betrayed your shyness just as the way your blood rushed to your cheeks, while you closed your legs fast, pressing your sweet soft thighs against one another but he also had heard from some friends how you had a crazy crush on him. So, he took that as a good sign, something that only meant you were just embarassed you got caught touching yourself and not that you didn't want him too.
"Don't let me interrupt you. It's beautiful. I wanna keep watching you, paskalin." (sweet berry)
"What-" It was hard to talk as you were nervous as hell "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing more natural than an Omatikaya in the forest" He smirked "What are you doing here, sevin tawtute?" (pretty human)
You shut your mouth at that. You couldn't think of a good enough answer.
"You saw me..." your cheeks burned with embarrassment "I was touching myself, OK? Are you gonna judge me? You were doing the same. And looking at me while doing it. You sure are bold." You tried to be confident and overpower him with your argument but it was obviously failing
"Who told you to be touching your pretty pussy in the middle of the forest? Didn't you think someone could catch you?" He said in a mean tone but his na'vi accent only got your already soaked pussy even wetter. The way he rolled the "L" letter... oh my Eywa...
"Of course I thought it could happen. But I hoped no one would. I certainly did not expect you to be creeping around and jerking off while watching me. Pervert." You snapped back
"Cut the crap. I don't need any complications right now, tawtute. I know you have a crush on me and all I want is to cum inside of you. So, tell me. Do you want me? Yes or no. It's simple." Neteyam said impatiently
"What? I don't know what you're talking about!" You tried to hide your feelings but it was useless
Neteyam walked to you, took you with ease from the grass you were laying on and put you over his shoulder. You shaked your legs incessantly in protest.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go, now, Neteyam! Arghhh!" Your shouting only sounded funny to his na'vi ears
Neteyam pressed your body against the nearest large Pandoran tree in front of you two and you could feel his big bulge pressing against your ass as he was lifting you with his blue hands under your arms, your legs hanging in the air, leaving you with the feeling of being helpless at the time.
"I'm gonna say it again and for the last time. Yes or no?"
Your heart beat fast inside your chest as you moved your head back and fourth slightly, telling him that, yes, you did want him to fuck you.
"Yes... Yes, damn it... I want you." You confessed
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear." He stated
Neteyam put you down on the ground again. You stood up but your legs felt weak with anticipation and some fear.
He undid the way the long string of his loincloth was wrapped around his tail to get rid of that piece of clothing that was getting on his way and making it harder for him to just fuck you dumb already.
You just couldn't stop staring at his cock, the way it was huge and all covered in his precum because of the way he had been stroking it while watching you. To know Neteyam's cock was glistening with precum like that because of you made a tight knot form in the lower part of your belly.
"Now, on your knees." He ordered
You swiftly obeyed him. Neteyam had you around his finger. You had dreamed about what it would feel like to have him inside of you for so long. You had always lusted over him when you saw his muscles on display when he practiced his archery on the Omatikaya mainland. But it seemed like he had never noticed you like that before. You thought that perhaps you just didn't spark any interest in him. But maybe you were wrong.
"Now this dripping tawtute pussy is mine! Let me finish the job." Neteyam stated "You'll feel so full with this na'vi cock. You'll see." He smirked in a perverted way
Neteyam walked until he got behind you, got on his knees too and forced you forward just so you would be on all fours for him.
He pressed his swollen tip against your entrance and you whimpered at how good just that felt. You couldn't wait for what was coming.
When you least expected it, he pushed his cock in a quick motion inside of you, burying all of its length inside of you. As your pussy was dripping wet, it wasn't as hard to fit as you thought it would be. You let out a cry of sheer, strong pleasure.
Neteyam covered your mouth with his huge blue hand to prevent you from being too loud but your muffled moans still echoed slightly around the both of you as he pushed his hard big cock roughly inside of your soaked pussy, his hips crashing against your butt and making your soft flesh jiggle which only turned him on even more. He just thought human girls were so hot because of how soft and delicate they were. He was surely loving to squeeze your soft stomach while his hand rested right above your belly button, where the huge bulge his cock was causing on you could be seen.
"Great Mother, your pussy feels too fucking good, yawntutsyĂŹp..." (darling)
Neteyam kept fucking you as deeply as he could, hurting the tip of your womb just enough to make you feel a masochist type of pleasure burning inside of you. At this pace, you suspected you were gonna cream around his cock soon enough.
What if someone came and saw the both of you fucking like that? Oh, God...
But you had to admit that - despite of how wrong that felt - if anything, the being wrong part of it only turned you on more.
"Gonna cum loads inside this ekxĂŹn pussy, tawtute. Did you know I'm on my rut period? I'm needing to release all this cum trapped inside my balls somewhere, baby. They're so heavy." Neteyam whispered in your ear. His words were so dirty but so enticing.
Many hard delicious thrusts later you felt his thick load of cum filling you up to the brim. The feeling was amazing.
After he composed himself and got his breath back again, he said:
"You are a perfect cum slut. You're mine now, tawtute. My mate."
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For my text roleplays, I wanted to explore in more detail the question of...how Ren would treat the MC if they were beastkin. I didn't find any answers from Gato at that time, or I didn't look hard enough, but I came up with a headcanon regarding my cat-beastkin and I think it would suit all feline beastkins.
Foxes are vulpine (more to canines than felines tbh) and, remembering my pets (cats and dogs), when I brought them someone new to the family, due to the primary difference in smells, difference of species, habits, territorial instinct, they always treated newbie more aggressively at first.
And based on this + because of "remake" of Ren (where he looks more brutal, I think...and I like it so much), I have a headcanon that the two beastkins could even fight, simply because their instincts (which can be more acute towards beastkins than towards human) would dictate them to do so on the common territory (Strade would root for Ren in this case and would have a lot of fun, yeah. I can't speak for all MCs, but personally my cat-girl is definitely not a fighter, Ren could easily beat her up, and Strade would cut her claws or uses oven mitts, firmly securing them on her hands to avoid cuts on the fox-boy. 0 chanses.) But this is only the first month, then, I think, everything would be more calm (well, as calm as it can be in Strade's house)
I'm not trying to make Ren out to be some kind of bully, I think my cat might be provoking him unconsciously, that's just her nature somitimes. I just like to imagine that beastkins literally have to suppress their strong instincts to function in society, including if they encounter other species besides regular humans.
#btd#btd fanart#boyfriend to death#ren hana#btd ren#strade#btd strade#btd oc#btd mc#headcanon#sketch#wip? maybe
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Melissa hated her feelings.Â
She buried them in a chest in the 5th grade (along with her ability to express them). Other peoples' feelings on the other hand was her forte. She could process, decipher and regurgitate other peoples emotions effortlessly. This gift couldâve taken her through college, all the way to a degree in psychology. Distinguished Dr. Jefferson with a PhD and a cozy office and impressive roster of high-profile, weallthy clients was a shiny idea. Fate would have a different hand for Melissa her talents were exhausted on mediating family fights, friend group drama, and charming her way out of confronting her own feelings.Â
âFeelings.â Even saying it out loud to herself seemed silly. Something reserved for âcry babiesâ and water signs. Typical Sunday nights started tame, reading or writing fan-fiction and drinking cranapple juice. And then like clock work her father would yell her name,Â
âMELISSA!!!â Emotionless, sheâd get up dust off her Winnie the Pooh shorts and make her way downstairs. On the long walk down the hall to the stairs leading to the living room brawl, sheâd go through her check list:Â
1.) Donât cry. Â
 2.) Stay neutral; Deescalate
3.)Donât take anything personal. This isnât about you
She padded down the carpeted stairs in her old soft socks to see her mother tightlipped and tear streaked thinking,Â
âshe broke rule number 1â. Her father, Michael was proud and angry, his big belly filled with self righteousness. She knew he would be unyielding in his resolve and at this point her only option was to deescalate.
 âRule number 2â. Then her sister the water sign and calamity for the evening sat on the floor nearly fetal, face red and raw with emotion.Â
âIts not your faultâ Melissa wanted to say âYou just didnât follow the rules⌠youâre loved.â But she couldnât say that because sheâd be breaking rule number 3. It wasnât about how Melissa felt. Even though she felt like screaming,
âVANESSA, YOU DIDNâT DO ANYTHING WRONG. DADâYOU JUST HAVE PENT UP ANGER BECAUSE YOU GREW UP IN THE HOOD OF DETROIT AS A BLACK MAN IN THE 60s AND 70s. YOU NEED A HEALTHY OUTLET LIKE.. I DONT KNOW⌠THERAPY?!?!?! THIS IS A WASTE OF ALL OF OUR TIME. I LITERALLY JUST WROTE THE BEST SAILOR SATURN x CHIBI USA FANFICTION EVER AND THIS IS KILLING MY VIBE!â
Instead, she decide to hear every one out. She decided to help. To calm her dragon of a father down. To be a translator for her emotional sister. To not take it personal. To stay neutral. To not cry.Â
9 years later, at her fathers funeral she still never broke the rules. She played her flute and spoke at his memorial. She was present for her mother because it wasnât about her. When other peoples' emotions bubbled up she stayed neutral. She sat through both services and she did not cry. It wasnât until she excused herself to make a phone call outside did she collapse onto the stairs of the funeral home and weep alone in the cold Detroit snow.Â
Itâs okay to break the rules sometimes, she reminded herself. As long as no one else sees it.
Traumas began to compact on Melissa, as they do. Humans tend to collect traumas like pebbles on a long hike. We toss them into our backpacks and keep moving forward. Some hikers would falter, but Melissa was built for this. Sheâd carried the stones of her familyâs traumas uphill for years. She was strong.Â
When men began to befriend and reject her, saying âyouâre too good for meâ but not too good to make them feel good. She carried that.Â
When childhood friends began to cut off the strings of her heart, saying âWe canât be friends anymoreâ. She carried that.
When her family separated like dandelion seeds, it seemed like theyâd never be together again. Melissa slept on so many couches, floors and car seats sometimes she didnât know if sheâd see them again.Â
She carried that.Â
Dying was never an option though sometimes she didnât mind the thought of it. Peace and warmth were two things sheâd desperately yearned and hadnât felt fully since the womb. Then one night in the pitch black of the hot, sweaty, roach-infested studio in southeast Houston she slept in she wondered:
âWhy canât I break the rules?â Sheâd seen everyone else in her life break them like popsicle sticks. And she didnât just want to break the rules, she wanted to break them boldly and loudly and annoyingly and honestly and sloppily like every one else gets to do. It was in that moment, tucked in a thin jacket inside of an 8-foot high instrument cubby in the inky darknessâit hit her.Â
âIs my suffering for a high purpose? Or is my suffering trying to kill me?âÂ
She cried.Â
She escalated.Â
She took it personal.Â
But it wasnât enough. She wanted to scream in a microphone in a sea of shadowy faces. She drank whiskey and wove her pain into rock music.Â
âMusic is my boyfriendâ she declared. The only man that kept his baggage to hisself. And it healed her. It gave her voice reason and purpose.Â
The pebble-laden hike became lighter with time. The incline eventually evened out to flat, beautiful landscapes where the breeze finally met her back. She knew it wasnât gonna be easy or sunshine but even the rain cleansed her and it was beautiful too.Â
Somewhere in the rain she decided rules were meant to be built and broken. Like trust and love and friendships and families. Because every thing deserves the opportunity to change and grow.Â
So... She broke rule number 1 on stage while singing a beautiful song. Dr. Jefferson (PhD) screamed for her to stop but she didnât listen and the tears flowed like rivers of emotion down her cheeks.Â
Rule number 2Â was broken when she grew older and saw the injustices of the world. Marching with hundreds in protest she realized not everything needs to be pacified.Â
And one day when she finally fell in love, she broke rule number 3. No matter how much training sheâd done she couldn't help but take every thing her lover said and did personal. But it was ok. Because in all her resistance she realized breaking rules was her power.Â
Melissa began to fall for her feelings. Her feelings gave life purpose. They werenât always logical, as feelings seldom are. They were sloppy and embarrassing and rude and so fucking uncomfortable. But they were hers. And they were real. And when she sat alone sipping wine, staring at the moonâŚThey were the only ones still by her side. Ready to break the rules for her because they loved her.Â
And she finally loved them back.Â
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What do you mean he's not eldritch?
What if all of the members of the Bat Family other than Tim Drake were secretly eldritch abominations?
They all work very hard at pretending to be human, and they've even gotten pretty good at passing. They can even mostly avoid the uncanny valley when in their civilian identities. There was a heck of a learning curve, but they've gotten things figured out for the most part.
Enter: Tim Drake
Weird, poorly socialized, probably autistic Tim Drake
The Bats think they've encountered a fellow eldritch being in disguise, and one that seems like he could use some help blending in. Naturally, they're quick to welcome him into their fold. Jason is delighted to take his turn at being a big brother mentor.
It takes a comedically long time for anyone to realize something's up because there is an absurd amount of overlap between stuff you need to know for masking and stuff you need to know to pass as human.
Meanwhile, Tim is amazed that the Bats have apparently decided he's cool enough to hang out with. It's like something out of his daydreams. They even have good advice for him on problems he hadn't known how to ask about. They are so patient and understanding about it, too. They never get annoyed with him for not already knowing. They also seem to be okay with the bits of weirdness he can't change.
Just weird kid Tim getting bundled into an incredibly helpful and supportive found family of eldritch entities. They're all going to get a good grade in human-ing, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve.
...
I imagine the Bats are various different kinds of eldritch abominations because they're still adopted. They look wildly different when not in human form.
Bruce is a mass of... shadows? Smoke? Something dark and formless that shifts and flows in different ways depending on his mood.
Dick kind of looks like a pile of owls that is also somehow a single body.
Barbara is a spiral galaxy with stars that are also eyes somehow?
Jason is a solid-looking mass of muscle with six strong legs, a thick coat of shaggy hair, a mouth that opens much further along his body than it seems like it should, and even more teeth than you'd expect a mouth that size to have.
Stephanie Brown is kind of like an incredibly dense storm system with purple glitter.
Cassandra is a silhouette through which undiscovered nebulae can be seen. What she is a silhouette of depends on her mood.
Tim, they have only ever seen in his meticulously well-crafted human form. He's really good at that part even if he needed some help with the behavioral bits.
Damian is half human. Talia saw a mass of living darkness trying really hard to pretend to be a man and decided she was into that.
...
Dick: So, eye contact is actually pretty simple once you have the formula figured out. You need to cycle between looking at the other person and looking at something else at the appropriate frequency. If you look at them too much it will come across as staring. If you look away for too long they'll think you're not paying attention to them. You'll need to experiment to figure out the appropriate frequency.
Tim: *frets*
Jason: You don't have to look straight at their eyes, just in the general direction of their face.
Tim: Oh! I can do that!
...
I think Eldritch Bruce having history with the league of assassins in a markedly less inentional way than Canon would be funny. Like, you'd think an encounter between an eldritch abomination and a cult would be deliberate on someone's part, but no.
Bruce was still young and unskilled at differentiating between normal and abnormal human behavior.
#dc#batman#batfam#found family#tim drake#jason todd#dick grayson#stephanie brown#eldritch au#Eldritch Jason Todd#Eldritch Dick Grayson#Eldritch Stephanie Brown#Eldritch Barbara Gordon#Eldritch Damian Al Ghul#Eldritch Bruce Wayne#Eldritch batfamily#what do you mean he's not eldritch au
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[tI.o."hakâ] P F n. hunger
đ pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader
đ tags: nsfw, tsu'tey pov, misunderstandings, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), reader has nipple piercings, size kink, human x na'vi sex
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it's been far too long since i wrote for my grumpy boy, so here were go! tsu'tey is really horny in this one guys lmao i'm sorry
reblogs are always enormously appreciated!
There is something wrong with Tsuâtey.
Like, seriously wrong.
This isnât necessarily a new sentiment to him; heâs been wondering if thereâs something fundamentally broken in him for some time now, as if Sylwaninâs death had damaged him more than he could even tell. In the long and painful years following her death, he never so much as glanced at another woman with passing interest. In fact, he had convinced himself that he was no longer capable of experiencing anything even close to romantic or sexual feelings with anyone other than his first love.
Even when he was betrothed to Neytiri, his feelings never developed past fond friendship. Their mating would have been a duty, albeit one he was content enough to perform if it meant that he could serve the clan and maybe, finally, put some of that awful, bone-deep loneliness behind him. But while he loved Neytiri dearly, he could never drum up any real physical attraction beyond the aesthetic appreciation of knowing that she was a beautiful woman.
And that was fine. Tsuâtey never really had a problem with that. He had mostly resigned himself to never experiencing that kind of love again, even if the thought left him hollow on the inside. Heâs always been proud to be the kind of man that throws all he has into all into his community and friendships and duties, but he canât help but wish things were different. It feels a little as though heâs standing stagnant while everyone around him moves on.
The Omaticaya rebuild when the Sky People leave; families are built, bonds are made, and the People move forward. Everyone but Tsuâtey, it feels.
Tsuâtey, instead, finds himself tragically, humiliatingly preoccupied with matters that would surely never have even occurred to him before the war with the Sky People. Well, only one matter, really.
Instead of doing what is expected of him by finding a mate and settling down, like most other men his age in the clan, Tsuâtey finds himself distracted in a way that is completely unbecoming. He goes through his usual motions of hunting, weaving, carving, training, and yet he feels distant from it all, as though his thoughts and attention are elsewhere.
When heâs not carrying out his duties, heâs mortifyingly distracted by just one of the little sky demons that lingers around the village. You.
It would have been unthinkable for him only a few years ago. Even now, Tsuâtey canât help but wonder if some essential part of him is broken. Itâs the only way he can think to explain why you have captured his attention so completely.
Thereâs nothing special about you. Tsuâteyâs not completely delusional; he can recognise that youâre just a regular Sky Person, nothing impressive. You canât hunt, you are bad at weaving, and you look odd. You are so tiny and weak, nothing like the willowy and strong women of his clan.
And yet, all of your odd differences are what end up endearing you to him. Tsuâtey has always felt compelled to protect, to serve his clan and defend his people. Youâre small and soft, with your strange little face and pretty eyes, and you have no way of defending yourself. Perhaps that was how his fascination with you had started, but itâs since grown into a tentative⌠friendship, almost.
You visit the village almost every day, to help out where you can or to accompany Norm or even sometimes (and Tsuâtey sometimes has to centre himself to make sure heâs not reading too much into your alien behaviour) just to spend time with him.
âHey, big guy,â You call out, like you always do, sashaying your way across the village towards him.
Tsuâtey doesnât look up from where heâs sitting outside his hut, carving a small wooden bowl. It takes quite a bit of effort to look unaffected and casual, especially when his tail had begun to curve around his legs from the moment he had picked up on your sweet scent on the breeze.
âDemon.â He greets back. He chances a quick glance up at you from beneath his eyelashes, hoping you donât notice.
Then he does a double take, his head snapping up to look at you again as he completely forgets to feign disinterest.
Tsuâtey is used to having you around the village, and heâs used to stifling his embarrassing attraction towards you as best he can. What heâs not used to is the sight of you wearing such tiny little shorts, or such a tight top. The alien fabric is stretched tight across your breasts and so thin that he can see the subtle shape of your nipples beneath the taut fabric.
His stomach does an odd sort of flip, leaving him dizzy.
It's not that heâs shocked by your body â you are still entirely covered (and he tries to quash the disappointment that niggles in the back of his head), and he has seen many female bodies before.
But this is you, and he has never seen so much of you before. The sky demons are confusingly modest and oddly ashamed about their bodies, which means that Tsuâtey has simply had to tackle his odd embarrassing attraction to you with nothing more than his imagination. To see you now like this feels like a physical blow.
Tsuâtey inhales so sharply that he nearly chokes on his own breath. âTawtute, whatâ?â
âYou said we could go swimming in the river today.â You say, raising the weird little hairy ridges on your brows.
Ah, he thinks, a little dazed. He had said that. It had been a moment of madness, on his part. He had been trying to come up with an excuse to invite you to spend more time with him, and the added incentive of getting to show off some of his skills to you had made him over-eager and excited.
âMn.â He grunts, his eyes glancing down over the length of your legs, your soft squishy skin all exposed by your tiny shorts. Theyâre hitched high on your hips, which draws his eyes to your waist and then up again to your breasts, where your top clings to the soft round shape of them.
His eyes follow your hips as you cock them to the side, your hands landing on the curve of your waist. Damn. He⌠he should really be familiar with the shape of you, by now. Youâve been a near constant presence in the village since the moment you had made the decision to stay behind on Pandora to live in the shoddy human outpost in the nearby forest.
He knows what you look like. But heâs never really seen you in clothes this tight and small before. Itâs stupid. Really stupid. He canât really explain why the sight of your squishy little thighs in those shorts has turned his thoughts into a pathetic buzzing mush of white noise.
You tilt your head, obviously waiting for him to say something. Your eyes are all shiny, looking at him with an expectant smile.
âYes.â Tsuâtey swallows thickly, forcing himself to his feet. âYou wish to swim.â
The thought is a little thrilling. Perhaps he will even be able to catch a few fish in front of you as well. Showing off physical prowess is just one way of impressing a potential mate, and while itâs not initially what he had intended with the offer, the idea of putting on a mating display for you makes excited heat simmer low in his belly.
âWell, you offered.â You remind him, biting at your lower lip under your mask. Your mouth looks all glossy and wet, more so than usual; he wants to touch your lips more than anything.
âYes. I offered.â He nods, looking down at you as you stand in front of him.
Ah, the height difference is going to his head a little â your face is just level with his belly button, your head tilted all the way back so that you can gaze up at him. His cock twitches at the sight.
âCome.â Tsuâtey says, trying to shake off his distraction before he embarrasses himself.
Just like always, you happily follow after him as he leads the way away out of the village towards the forest. He glances over his shoulder a couple of times, just to make sure that youâre still there.
âI was thinking that after swimming, we could go for a walk,â You say, your little legs working overtime in an attempt to keep up with him. âIâve been craving that fruit you let me try last time. You know, the one that looks like a blue balloon, but is pink on the inside and really sweet?â
He slows down so that you can keep pace with him more easily, his eyes drawn down to you as you walk. You donât seem to be wearing your strange little chest covering that usually covers your breasts under your other top, which means that your soft breasts are bouncing lightly with every step you take. Tsuâtey nearly trips over his own feet when he notices, because now itâs like he canât keep his eyes off you.
The Sky People are demons, a plague on his planet and his people. But you are so bright and sweet, always excited to see him and spend time with him. And your soft body is so different to the Naâvi women heâs used to â you have so much give to you, squishy and bouncy where Naâvi women are firm and lean, especially in places like your thighs and breasts and little tummy. Tsuâtey has never struggled with his self-discipline as much as he does around you.
âKllpxiwll.â He says, his voice coming out a little less strong than heâd like. âYes. We can walk later.â
You beam at him, making his tail lash around his ankles. Your cheeks squish up when you smile like that, and his fingers itch with the desire to squeeze at your face.
âGreat!â You say brightly, before reaching out to take his hand in yours.
This time, Tsuâtey really does trip. He manages to regain his balance quickly enough that thereâs a chance you didnât notice, but then he looks down at you with wide eyes. Your hand is so small, your little slender fingers curling around his much larger palm, and Tsuâtey swears his heart skips over a beat at the feeling.
Ah, you need his hand for the balance â you hold tight to him as he helps you step over logs and through the long glowing grass between the huge trees. You use your grip on him both as leverage to climb over some of the obstacles before you and to make sure that Tsuâtey keeps his pace slow that you can keep up.
You even glance up at him, your expression uncertain and a little vulnerable, as though youâre unsure how heâs going to react to your touch. He can understand why; heâs never been shy about letting his distaste for your kind known.
 But youâre different. He wonders if you know it â you must know, right? It must be obvious to you, how he looks at you with starry, moronic eyes.
He looks away, struggling to keep his expression cool and neutral. He lets you hold his hand but doesnât squeeze back, nervous about how tiny your hand is in his and how he might hurt you without even meaning to.
After a moment or two you withdraw your hand, biting at your lip as a small frown tugs at your brow.
When the two of you reach the river, Tsuâtey turns to you and waits. He feels as though heâs holding his breath, watching and waiting as his stomach turns flips. He feels antsy and itchy, his fingers twitching as he forces his face to remain as still as possible.
You raise your eyebrows, tilting your head as your mouth twitches in amusement. âIs there a reason youâre glaring at me like that, babe?â
Tsuâtey frowns reflexively; youâre always calling him strange little nicknames that he doesnât understand, and heâs yet to decide whether he likes them or not. He decides to focus on the other part of your sentence.
âI am not glaring.â He protests, though he doesnât relax his face. This expression mostly comes naturally to him, and he doesnât really want you to see him open and mushy anyway. âI amâI am looking.â
âOkay,â You drawl, drawing the word out. âLooking at me?â
âNo. Get in the water.â He says, and it accidentally comes out sounding like an order.
Heâs lucky youâre used to his brash manner and blunt attitude, because you just roll your eyes at him instead of taking offence. Thatâs part of the reason he finds you so lovely, always so sweet and bright even when he makes a mess of communicating with you. His tail coils, so relieved that he hasnât messed this up yet with you.
When your small hands reach for the button on your tiny shorts, Tsuâtey canât help but stare. You push the strange rough blue material down over your thighs, and he takes a steadying breath through his nose as you push them down to your ankles.
Itâs the first time heâs seen you so exposed, so vulnerable â so⌠human. Your body is perfect. Beautiful. Soft and curvier than a Naâvi woman, so much smaller than him. He feels a little guilty about the way heâs looking at you so lecherously, but he canât seem to stop.
He feels his mouth go dry, but he can't bring himself to look away. He's never seen you like this, and he'd never forgive himself if he missed this opportunity just to look.
You step out of your shorts, left in just that thin white top and tiny bottoms that he has heard you call âpantiesâ before. They are small, more revealing than the loincloths worn by his people, so thin and dainty. They cling to you, and Tsuâtey swears he feels his thoughts dissolve into pure nothingness at the realisation that he can practically see the outline of yourâ
âYouâre coming too, right?â
Tsuâtey blinks, a little dazed. When he speaks, his voices comes out a little too sharp yet again. âWhat?â
Youâre looking at him, your eyebrows raised and scrunched a little as you stare at him. Youâre confused, he realises, and it takes a moment to realise that it must look as though heâs been glaring at you yet again.
Itâs just... That... is a lot of skin. It feels illicit in a way that heâs not used to, because he doesnât normally see this much of you. It feels like human modesty is now rotting his brain if this is how heâs reacting to just the sight of your bare legs.
âYou good?â You ask, and you sound a little uncertain now. âYou look⌠you look kinda angry.â
Tsuâtey manages a grunt, but he doesnât trust himself to actually speak. His tongue feels too big for his mouth, and heâs sure his words will just come out clumsy and thick. He glances away from you before picking at the ties of his battle band around his waist, drawing it away from him and settling it aside in the phosphorescent moss. He feels naked without it, though he doesnât remove his tewng.
âI am not angry.â He says at last, pleased with how steady he sounds.
You just hum, and step away from him towards the water. He watches you go, his gaze trailing over all your soft flesh. This cannot be normal. Human women are not supposed to be this attractive, and Na'vi men are certainly not meant to be attracted to them.
And yet... he can't resist sneaking glances at you whenever the opportunity presents itself. Your bare skin, your soft body, your bouncing breasts, your lips... youâre driving him mad. His twitching cock beneath his loincloth means that there is no chance of pretending he doesnât know how attracted he is to you.
You step into the water, letting out a breathy noise of surprise at the temperature. âOh, itâs cold!â
He watches you walk ahead of him into the river, his eyes are drawn to your hips, then your waist, then... he feels his face grow hot. Get a grip, Tsutey. You're being ridiculous.
But... oh Eywa...
Tsuâtey just breathes. He closes his eyes for a moment, just to collect himself. Heâs being an idiot. Heâs better than this; he is a warrior, a hunter, he has been trained for leadership and has fought alongside Toruk Makto. There is no good reason for a human woman to bring him to his damn knees like this.
You wade in a little deeper, until the running river water gurgles around your thighs. Then a little further, until the current is rippling around the bare skin of your waist. Then you keep going, until youâre submerged up to your neck, and youâre making a scrunched up little face as you hiss through your teeth.
âShit! How can the water be this cold when itâs so hot out!â You complain again, your nose all wrinkled.
Oh.. youâre just adorable. Tsuâtey feels his fingers twitching again, wanting so badly to touch and squeeze and pinch.
You glance back over at him, and give him an odd little look. âHey, are you coming? I didnât come here just to swim by myself!â
Tsuâtey stumbles slightly as he makes his way to the edge of the water. Fuck, heâs just a mess of warring emotions right now. All he seems to be able to do is stare at you with hot, hungry eyes.
He glances away again, unable to keep looking at you any longer. He takes a deep breath and dives into the water, keeping his body straight as an arrow as he spears through the water and surfaces only a few feet from you.
The water is cold, but he finds it refreshing. It shocks some awareness back into him, makes him feel a little more normal and less stunned.
You squeal with laughter as his dive splashes you, throwing your head back as you bob in the water nearby. You paddle a little closer to him, swimming a little deeper until youâre treading water next to him.
âIt is cold.â He breathes. Itâs the only thing he can think of to say thatâs even mildly intelligent, yet it sounds like it falls entirely flat.
But you just giggle as though heâs told a wonderful, highly intelligent joke. His ears twitch, relishing the sound of your laughter.
Tsu'tey swallows thickly, his eyes drawn down to your chest. Your thin white top has turned translucent, and clings to the soft shape of your breasts. Through the thin wet fabric, he can see the prominent shape of your nipples.
âIâve been looking forward to this swim all day,â Youâre saying, blissfully unaware Tsuâtey going through his crisis right at your side. âItâs been hot â honestly, the cold water is a bit of a relief, right?â
âMngh.â Tsuâtey makes an odd grunting noise, before inhaling sharply and tearing his gaze away from you.
He dips down, allowing the river water to engulf him as it rushes over his head. He half-heartedly hopes he drowns, too, but that thought only lasts a moment before he resurfaces and takes a deep, grounding breath.
He can do this. Itâs fine. He enjoys spending time with you, especially when he gets to steal you away from the village and the outpost and gets to enjoy your company away from all the curious eyes of the clan. He likes the feeling of having you all to himself.
He swims with you for a while, enjoying the feeling of the water current running over his skin and stealing looks at you as often as he can without you noticing.
Youâre so small and soft, and you look pretty in the glow of the sunlight filtering through the trees that shelter the river. He swallows thickly. It feels like heâs witnessing something he never imagined heâd be allowed to see. Your hips. Your waist. Your soft thighs. Your⌠everything. Fuck, he wants you.
Eventually, you tire, and paddle your way back to the riverbank. Tsuâtey follows as if heâs been magnetised, orbiting nearby you as you clamber your way back onto the sand. Then you lay out on the bank in the sun to dry off, and Tsuâtey feels his pulse throbs hot and heavy in his throat.
He climbs out after you, his tail swinging low as his eyes trail over your figure. Your wet clothes cling to you, the soft fabric of your panties sticking to your hips and your translucent white top revealing almost everything to him.
He settles next to you, unable to look away from the way your nipples are firm and stiff where they're pressing against the thin top. Then his brow furrows, and he cocks his head.
âTawtuteâŚâ He murmurs before he can think better of it, laying on his side as he looks down at you. âI.. may I ask you a⌠question?â
âMhm. Of course.â You say without opening your eyes, enjoying the gentle heat of the sun warming your skin.
Tsuâtey swallows, wonders very briefly if he should keep his thoughts to himself, but his curiosity burns at him. He knows very little about Sky People, and heâs never truly felt any real impulse to learn more. But youâre laying next to him right now, and he finds himself very intrigued indeed about your body and possible⌠physical differences between you.
âItâSky People bodies are different to ours,â He says. He attempts to keep his voice steady and as confident as possible, and possibly overcompensates by simply scowling. âIt looksâit looks as though you have more nipples than we do. Why is that?â
Your eyes fly open, wide and startled beneath the clear material of your mask, and you stare up at him for a long moment of bewilderment. âIâexcuse me?â
Tsu'tey flounders for a moment, thrown off by your tone, heat rushing to his face. "It looks as thoughââ
You glance down at yourself as he gestures clumsily at your chest, barely covered in your translucent white human fabric. Your expression clears as realisation hits, and then you bite your lip as though youâre trying not to laugh.
âOh.â You breathe, placing your hand over your breasts. âNo, sweetheart. Theyâre justâtheyâre just pierced.â
Tsuâtey stares at you uncomprehendingly. âPierced?â
You nod, and Tsuâtey blinks. The revelation takes him by surprise, though heâs still not entirely certain what you mean by it. Human women pierce their nipples? To him, your breasts are already the most beautiful thing in the world. Why would you want to poke holes through them? What is the thought process behind that?
"Why?" he finally asks, his tone bewildered. "What is the purpose?"
âItâs not.. itâs not that thereâs a purpose..â You trail off.
In the ensuing silence you stare at him, as though begging him to understand what you mean, before apparently realising that he isnât going to. You bite your lip, then glance around as though checking that youâre still alone with him.
âI guess⌠well, nudityâs not a big deal for Naâvi, right?â You murmur, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your top. âIs it alright if I take this off?â
Nudity certainly isnât a big deal to his people, not in the way it is for any of the tawtute. The Naâvi are comfortable in their bodies, and so the strange modesty of the Sky People is completely foreign to him. He has seen female breasts every day of his life, the chest coverings worn by the women of his people designed to decorate rather than conceal, and yet he has never in his life been filled with such an all-consuming desire to see a pair of tits before.
âYes.â He says immediately, keeping his face as cool and unreadable as possible in an attempt at hiding his sheer desperation. âIt is no âbig dealâ.â
You hesitate another moment, looking shy and a little embarrassed as you fidget with the hem of your top.
His focus is fully on you now, all his senses trained firmly on the sight of you. The desire to see what lies beneath that flimsy garment is becoming overwhelming.
Let me see, He thinks to himself. Just let me see, and maybe I'll finally be satisfied.
Finally, finally, you tug your top up and off. Tsuâtey inhales so deeply and sharply he nearly chokes on it. His eyes are drawn to your bare chest, transfixed. Your breasts are soft and squishy, perfectly shaped. And for the first time, he sees the small silver bars nestled into your nipples, which are firmed up after the cold of the water. They glitter in the sunlight, capturing his attention and holding it in a vice.
Oh, no, He thinks desperately, feeling a pang of desire deep in his loins. Far from satisfy him, the sight has only made him hunger for more. He wants to touch, especially the odd metal that glitters at your breasts.
âSee?â You ask, as if he could have ever missed the sight before him. âMy piercings.â
âMmm.â Tsuâtey manages to get out. His voice is deeper than he had intended, and a little stiff. âI see them.â
You smile, as though youâre waiting for a reaction, but Tsuâtey is a little struck dumb. He watches the light of the sun shining on your wet skin, the way your breasts gently swell and fall with each exhalation of your breath, the subtle gleam of the silver of your piercings. The longer he goes without reacting, the more your expectant smile begins to fade.
âWhat are they for?â He manages to swallow thickly as he asks.
The question makes you laugh, which isnât a reaction he had intended but is certainly a sound that he always cherishes.
âTheyâre not really for anything,â You murmur, reaching up to touch your own breast. âTheyâre just meant to look good, I guess.â
 Tsuâteyâs tail lashes restlessly, and he wants so badly to replace your hand with his much larger one; he knows you would look so small beneath his palms. He glances swiftly at your face, and wonders if you would be upset if he touches the little silver bars that decorate your tits.
âThis is⌠this is what is considered attractive to Sky People?â He asks. It comes out in a croak; too much of his energy is being diverted to trying to keep his hands still and to himself.
Your smile begins to fade again, your brow creasing. âUm⌠sometimes, I guess. You donât.. uh, you donât think so?â
That is a loaded question. How is he supposed to answer that when youâre laying on the riverbank beside him with only a thin, wet scrap of fabric covering your most intimate parts? He already feels as though most of the blood in his body had redirected downwards; his cock is pulsing, enough so that he canât actually think anymore.
All he can do is grunt like a damn talioang. Your face falls further.
âI guess they must seem kinda strange.â You murmur. You must be growing self-conscious, because you start to cover your chest with your arms.
The sight of you trying to cover that perfect view from him sends a bolt of panic through him, and he just stops short of tearing your hands away again.
âYou do not have to cover,â He says quickly, before he can think about it. âLike you said, itânudity means little to us. I do not care.â
âRight.â You say, your voice gone a little bland. âIt means nothing to you.â
Tsuâtey knows that your attitude has changed, fallen a little flat. But youâre laying right there, soft and small and squishy, displaying more of your bare flesh than he has ever seen from you, and he canât pull his thoughts together.
He feels no better than the moronic young warriors that push each other around and whisper nonstop about the women of the clan. He is a skilled warrior, an excellent hunter, and a good provider for the whole clan â he is also experienced with women, so he canât understand why the sight of you is turning him into a hormonal teenager again.
âNothing.â He agrees stupidly, still struggling not to be too obvious with his staring.
You purse your lips, but drop your arms all the same. Tsuâtey tries not to goggle.
Oh no, He thinks miserably to himself as he watches the little barbells in your nipples sparkle in the sun. I really am broken.
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Tsuâtey is quite certain that heâs made a fool of himself in front of you.
Heâs never been good at expressing himself or his emotions, and his attraction to you scares him as much as it excites him. He alternates between reticence and putting his foot in his mouth, between being unable to meet your gaze and being unable to look away.
He probably looks deranged. He feels deranged.
To make it worse, he knows that his interest in you is obvious to anyone in the clan that watches him interact with you for even a short time. He feels the eyes on him all the time, watching, often looking vaguely sympathetic, which is somehow worse than the horror he had been expecting.
Mercifully no one has said anything to him just yet. At least, no one of any great importance.
âSo, youâre telling me that she was laid out next to you, practically naked, just to show off her pierced tits, and you did nothing?â Jakesully demands, his voice like the constant droning buzz of an irritating insect in Tsuâteyâs ear.
Tsuâtey chews sullenly at some roasted teylu, trying and failing to tune his Oloâeyktan out so that he can enjoy his meal.
âCome on, man, seriously.â Jakesully is nudging him now, like an infernal pest. âShe took off all her clothes for you, and you didnât try toââ
âMa Jake, there are children here.â Neytiri says primly from Jakesullyâs other side. She has also been trying her best to ignore her mate, rocking the baby in her lap, but now she sends him a warning glance. The sting of her glare is dulled due to the fact that sheâs visibly trying not to laugh.
âSleeping babies, they got no idea what Iâm talking about.â Jake says dismissively, though he adjusts baby Kiri in his arms and leans into his wifeâs side all the same.
Tsuâtey shifts where heâs sitting next to him, and allows his gaze to wander across the gathering. He is still waiting to catch sight of you, to see you approaching from across the campfire.
âIâm just saying, man, youâre so obviously into each other that itâs actually painful to watchââ
Tsuâtey grunts irritably. âI am not discussing this.â
âYou like her, and sheâs all over you!â Jakesully insists. In his arms, Kiri starts to gurgle, and Jake hurriedly raises her up to his shoulder to rub at her little back.
âShe is my friend.â Tsuâtey says stubbornly, focusing on his dinner.
Jakesully scoffs. âIâm your friend, but you donât see me sitting in your lap or holding your hand or getting nakedââ
âWe are not friends.â Tsuâtey scoffs.
âOuch,â Jake drawls, rolling his eyes. âDamn, man. I thought we were close.â
 Tsuâtey grumbles, scowling into the distance. The irritating thing is, he thinks that he and Jake are close. Admittedly, they still have their rocky moments; Jakesully has earned Tsuâteyâs respect, but he is also an infuriating man and Tsuâtey has always been easy to rile. But⌠despite their frequent bickering, Tsuâtey has come to trust his judgements.
Tsuâtey purses his lips and picks at the remaining teylu in his small carved bowl. âYou⌠think that she may return my feelings?â
Jake groans, holding the baby with one hand as he covers his face with the other. âYouâre killing me here.â
On Jakeâs other side, baby Neteyam starts to fuss in Neytiriâs arms. She sighs, pressing a kiss to her sonâs chubby cheek before beginning to rock him gently. Sheâs been listening with as much patience as sheâs capable of, though the whole conversation has been punctuated with her eyerolls and scornful hisses.
âWhy do you not talk with her, Tsuâtey?â Neytiri asks in a tone that suggests she thinks both men are idiots. âExplain how you feel to her.â
Tsuâtey just gives her a look of disbelief. Itâs like she doesnât know him at all. When has he ever talked about his feelings before? He prefers to just feel things intensely and then shove it all down very deep until it inevitably bursts right out of him.
Itâs been a long time since heâs felt like this; not since he was a teenager fumbling his way through his feelings with Sylwanin. Itâs especially embarrassing to know that itâs a sky demon thatâs eliciting this reaction from him, and that his closest friends are witnesses to his humiliation.
âI am going to sit with the other tsamsiyu,â Tsuâtey sniffs, pushing himself up from the log. âPerhaps they will have some more intelligent conversation.â
Neytiri scoffs, sounding more scornful than offended. âI doubt it.â
âBesides,â Jake adds, grinning at him over Kiriâs little downy-haired head. âHere comes your little bestie.â
Tsuâtey nearly breaks his neck with how quickly he turns his head, and surely enough there you are. Youâre stepping across the gathering, smiling politely at one of the old women who says something to you as you pass by her.
He hastily sinks back down beside Jake, ignoring his pointed snickers.
The closer you get, the more details Tsuâtey can see. Youâre all neat and clean, still wearing those tiny shorts. But youâre wearing a different top now, this one green like the verdant leaves of the trees that tower overhead, and now he can see that youâre wearing your odd little breast covering under your top. It pushes your soft breasts up and together in a way thatâs very enticing, although he is admittedly a little disappointed by the way your strange little decorated nipples are hidden beneath the padding.
âHey, big guy.â You call out, your voice as cheerful and bright as always.
Tsuâteyâs ears twitch towards you eagerly, his nerves lighting up at the sound of your voice.
âTawtuteââ He begins to greet, but immediately chokes as you reach them and promptly climb right into his lap.
Oh fuck. His every muscle tightens, and all of his thoughts are frozen at the feel of your soft body moulding to his â youâre so small and so squishy, your soft body yielding so easily to the hard muscle of his chest.
He goes to grab at your hips as you nestle yourself into the cradle of his thighs, before panicking and grabbing at his own legs instead. He grips at his thighs harshly, his nails digging into his own skin hard enough to almost draw blood.
âHello.â He manages to get out, sounding thick and a little stupid.
âHi.â You reply, smiling up at him as though you think his inability to speak is adorable.
âJesus Christ.â Jake mutters from off to the side.
Tsuâtey bares his teeth at him from over your head, but Jake is too busy sharing suggestive looks with Neytiri to even notice.
You shift, and he nearly swallows his tongue when your soft bottom settles neatly over his crotch. He panics as he feels blood rush south, and he hurriedly grabs at your hips to shift you from his crotch to his thigh, hoping that you hadn't felt his body respond in arousal.
âIâI have something for you,â He blurts, grabbing for the small carved wooden bowl he had set carefully by his side; heâs just been waiting for you to arrive. âI collected kllpxiwll berries for you earlier.â
Your eyes widen beneath your breathing mask, a pretty smile brightening up your face. âOh, these are my favourite.â
âYes, I know.â Tsuâtey says. His hands are still resting on your hips, enjoying how delicate you feel perched in his lap, but he feels a thin thread of panic underlying his delight. Youâre so fragile, and heâs so terrified that his big rough hands will hurt you accidentally.
As you settle your bottom back onto his leg again with the bowl in your hands, he does what he does best and shoves his feelings deep, deep down. He will not allow himself to be driven mad by his desire for a human, however soft and warm and pretty you may be.
âWow,â Jake drawls from his side. âThat was really kind of you, Tsuâtey.â
"It is nothing." he replies, his voice coming out rough. "You are my friend."
It makes him want to bite his own tongue off to have you like this against him, but he forces a relaxed grin anyway. He can feel that it comes out strained, because inside he feels like heâs losing his mind. Your closeness is intoxicating, and he cannot stop himself from brushing his free hand against your thigh.
But youâve tensed in his lap, the little bowl held tight in your lap. Under your mask, youâve started to frown.
âYour friend.â You repeat blandly.
Jake winces at his side, and Tsuâtey suspects that heâs already put his foot in his mouth. But your soft, plump ass is seated so damn close to his cock beneath his tewng that he just canât think straight.
âYes.â He says dumbly. âWe are friends.â
You purse your lips and look back down at the bowl of kllpxiwll berries, picking at them distractedly. âRight.â
Tsuâteyâs tail curls, uncomfortable with your sudden silence. Are you angry with him? His eyes drop down to the fruit he had gathered for you, his stomach sinking. Is it not to your liking?
âDo you not like the kllpxiwll?â He asks, leaning over your shoulder to try and get a glimpse of your face.
He can vaguely hear Neytiri make a sound of pure derision off to the side, but heâs trying his hardest to block both Jake and Neytiri out.
âItâs nice.â You say, though you donât sound very enthused.
Tsuâtey frowns, but then you move to get comfortable and your ass nestles itself right over the ridge of his hardened cock and he swears that his vision tunnels and turns entirely dark for a second. He panics, then grabs at your hips out of pure reflex and bodily lifts you off of him.
You yelp, obviously startled, your arms windmilling as Tsuâtey thrusts you at Jake before leaping to his feet. He can see the way Jake is staring at him as though he doesnât know whether he should laugh or not, and the way that Neytiri looks faintly disbelieving, and the way that you look all ruffled and startled as you look up at him as though waiting for an explanation for why youâve just been so unceremoniously booted off his lap.
âSorry, Iââ Tsuâtey begins, his throat tight and much too dry as he tries desperately to come up with an excuse that has nothing to do with his dick. âYou were too heavy.â
Jakeâs face screws up in yet another wince before he buries his face in baby Kiriâs shoulder as though he canât bear to watch Tsuâtey humiliate himself.
Youâre still staring up at him from where he had inadvertently dumped you on the ground, your face the picture of confusion and hurt. âIâm tooâwhat?â
Tsuâtey dithers for a moment, feeling terribly exposed. Why had he stood up? Itâs only a matter of time before both you and Jake notice that heâs had a very physical reaction to you sitting perched in his lap. Neytiri has already noticed, though sheâs been kind enough to direct her gaze pointedly skywards.
âI will fetch you water.â He blurts, before turning on his heel and positively fleeing.
Itâs a cowardâs move, leaving you confused on the ground like that, but he feels as though if he doesnât get away from your smooth skin and pretty smile heâs going to drown.
Youâre just a human, he tells himself over and over. Youâre not supposed to be that attractive. Youâre not supposed to do that to me. That was just me being weak.
Tsuâtey only pauses when heâs on the very edge of the gathering, taking a moment to breathe.
Youâve always been such an affectionate little thing, but his nerves canât take so much physical contact from you. You have no idea how much restraint he is attempting to exert, how difficult it is not to press his face into your throat and leave his scent behind all over you, or to keep his hands to himself instead of allowing them to wander all over your plush skin.
But he doesnât want to make a move on you; harbouring these desires for a Sky Person is bad enough, but the possibility of being rejected is even worse. Both because of the humiliation of rejection, and because Tsuâtey doesnât know what heâll do if you decide itâs too awkward to be around him anymore. He doesnât actually know what you want from him. You had laid out almost naked next to him, but you hadnât made any advances either. He isnât even sure if you like him or if the Great Mother just has a cruel sense of humour.
Tsuâtey is a little clumsy when he grabs at a waterskin, glancing across the gathering. Even from this distance, he can see the unhappy frown on your face as you speak with Jake, who is visibly trying to appease you. Neytiri has taken both of the babies in her arms, tucking Neteyam into the woven net carrier on her chest so that she can hold Kiri in the crook of her elbow as Jake speaks to you.
Tsuâtey winces a little and glances away again, reluctant to watch the aftermath of his outburst unfold.
A few of the warriors nearby are drinking fermented pasuk liquor, and Tsuâtey wordlessly takes a skin and takes a long gulp of it. His silent drinking earns him a couple of odd looks, but none of them seem willing to comment on it and heâs too busy drinking and trying to ignore the ache in his crotch to explain himself.
âAre you well, Tsuâtey?â One of them finally asks, a little hesitantly.
âFine.â Tsuâtey says brusquely. His manner does not invite any further questions, and his peers fall obligingly silent. âI am taking this.â
He clutches the skin as he prepares to return to his place at the cookfire beside you, though he pauses to take another drink before he goes anywhere. From this distance, you look a little calmer; youâre listening closely to whatever Jake is saying, nodding with a little frown of concentration.
âTsuâtey?â
He nearly jumps out of his damn skin. He had been so distracted that he hadnât noticed the soft-footed approach of Saeyla, who has come up on his other side.
âSaeyla.â He greets, his ears pinning back in apprehension.
Saeyla smiles, but doesnât blink. The effect is unnerving, and gives the impression of a predator watching him. He takes another deep drink from the skin, hoping that perhaps it will help him come up with some way to salvage his pride.
âYou look stressed, karyu.â She notes, taking a careful step closer.
Tsuâtey tenses, his brow drawing into his usual scowl. âI am not your karyu anymore. You have passed your iknimaya.â
Saeyla just nods, still smiling a little. The air between them feels uncomfortable, but Tsuâtey wonders if heâs the only one that notices. He still feels rather awkward about how he had rejected Saeyla so harshly that night she had approached him beneath the Tree of Souls. He does not regret rejecting her, but he does feel as though he could have perhaps done so a little more gently than he had.
But while Saeyla has been avoiding him in the months since, it seems that now she is starting to get over some of the hurt he had inadvertently caused. It is a relief to see that she has decided to take a mature approach.
âI was wondering if you could help me,â She says, tilting her head. âOne of the beams in my kelku collapsed, and it is too heavy for me to lift by myself.â
From the other side of the gathering, Tsuâtey can see you get to your feet and a bolt of panic shoots through him. Why are you standing? Where are you going? Are you leaving?
âUh, yes,â Tsuâtey says distractedly, beginning to step away from Saeyla and back towards where he had left you. âI can help.â
âLater? After the gathering?â Saeyla asks, beginning to follow him.
âYes, yes, later.â Tsuâtey agrees, waving her off before hurriedly leaving her behind.
Walking through the dinner gathering is like attempting an obstacle course, and Tsuâtey is distracted as he tries to avoid stepping on the tails of the gathered clan. Luckily, many seem to sense his urgency, and they sweep their tails close to their bodies as they watch Tsuâtey hurry back over to where heâd left you with Jake and Neytiri.
âTawtute,â He says when he reaches you again, his ears pinning back. âYour water.â
You look a little surprised at his abrupt return, though you bite your lip and take the waterskin heâs offering all the same. âOh.. thank you.â
As you pull your mask up and raise the waterskin to your mouth to take a sip, Tsuâtey spares a glance at Jake and Neytiri. Their expressions are about what he had expected; Jake still looks as though heâs trying not to laugh, while Neytiri looks distinctly pitying. Tsuâtey winces, and quickly looks away again.
Youâve only just taken a sip of the water heâs brought you when you choke on it, coughing and spluttering. âOhâ what the fuckââ You gasp, hurriedly fixing your mask back over your face as you heave for breath.
Tsuâteyâs stomach sinks, glancing at the skin that he had handed to you and then at the second one still in his hand.
âUhâwrong one.â He grunts, snatching the skin of pasuk liquor back out of your hand before handing you the other one thatâs filled with water. â⌠Sorry.â
Youâre staring at him with some disbelief now, your eyes watering a little from the strength of the alcohol beneath your exo-mask. âHave you been drinking?â
âNo.â Tsuâtey scowls, then amends, âA little.â
You goggle at him with a look of faint astonishment, before you turn to look at Jake. Tsuâtey shifts, feeling rather unfairly jealous, and scowls when he sees you and Jake share a significant look.
âRight.â You say. You sound a little stiff, but you manage to conjure up a sweet smile all the same. âWell. Iâm, uh, Iâm going to head back to the outpost.â
âOh.â Tsuâtey says. He hides his disappointment the best that he can, keeping his face still as his tail curls down by ankles.
âBut, maybe you could walk me home?â You continue, your eyelashes batting at him.
For the first time, Tsuâtey realises that you look a little different. Your eyelashes are darker and longer, your skin tone smoothed out and even, your cheekbones a little shiny. Your lips look plumper and glossier too, a little redder than their natural tone.
He blinks at you, distracted and a little flustered by your appearance.
âYes.â He says moronically, hastily passing off the skin full of liquor to Jake, who looks at it in bewilderment.
That makes you brighten, and you reach for his hand hesitantly as though you think he may pull away from you. Tsuâtey watches the way your small fingers intertwine with his much thicker ones, and feels his pupils expand as his tail coils in excitement.
Heâs aware of the glances and whispers heâs getting from the rest of the gathered clan, and the irritating eyebrow wiggles heâs getting from Jake, the wolfish yet encouraging grins heâs getting from the warriors that he had taken the alcohol from, but heâs not focusing on any of it. All of his attention is directed towards you as you lead the way towards the forest.
âYou look⌠nice tonight.â He murmurs, low enough that itâs just you that can hear. It comes out awkward, but he means it genuinely.
You glance up at him, and your face relaxes into a smile. You look so damn sweet, clinging to his hand and beaming at him. His heart is thudding hard enough against his chest that he swears it should be visible from the outside, and his own mouth twitches into a hesitant smile in return.
âYeah?â You ask, your little white teeth gleaming in the remnants of the firelight as you lead the way towards the forest. âI put on a little makeup to come see you.â
Tsuâtey has no idea what that means, but he likes the idea of you doing something specially for him. He feels rather smug as he follows along after you, taking small steps to try to match your pace.
The two of you have only just reached the treeline when Tsuâtey hears a call of his name, and he pauses and glances over his shoulder to see that itâs Saeyla. Sheâs jogging after him, her ears pricked high in interest.
âTsuâtey,â She says with a coy smile. âYou are still coming to my kelku later?â
You pause at his side, turning to watch her approach. Tsuâtey feels flustered, though he canât put his finger on why. Your gaze is intense when it comes to rest on the side of his face, waiting for his response.
âYes, later.â Tsuâtey agrees, eager to be rid of her.
Saeyla smiles, satisfied, her eyes drifting once to you at his side before she turns and saunters away.
Pleased to be alone with you once more, Tsuâtey turns back to you. He can hardly contain his feelings; his ears keep twitching, his tail is coiling and flicking in anticipation, and he canât tear his eyes away from you. Itâs so far from his usual demeanour that itâs embarrassing, but you donât seem to notice; youâve never been very good at picking up on Naâvi body language.
You let go of his hand and start walking again faster than Tsuâtey had been expecting, and he jolts into action to try and catch up with you. Your lips are pursed, all glossy and very appealing, and Tsuâtey almost walks into a low-hanging tree bough as heâs staring at you.
His desire for you is simmering at a low boil in his belly, impossible to ignore. It makes him ungainly, clumsy with his limbs and his words, makes him uncharacteristically stupid.
How is he supposed to pursue this? The ways of Sky People confuse him, though he has tried his best to understand you and your ways of thinking. He doesnât know the customs of human mating, and he doesnât want to accidentally harm or offend you. Perhaps he would be better off waiting for you to make an advance, but to even think of you making such a move makes him feel so... vulnerable. It's terrifying.
It takes a few moments to realise that heâs been so lost in his own thoughts that he hasnât noticed the silence thatâs settled between the two of you. He clears his throat and increases his pace so that heâs fallen in stride with you.
âYou are quiet, tawtute.â He says carefully, questioningly.
Heâs not expecting you to scoff, nor shoot him such a bland, unimpressed stare.
âAre you being serious?â You demand.
Tsuâtey blinks. Heâs surprised by your sudden change in mood, and wonders if he should be treading carefully now. These sudden attitude changes are bewildering; is this a human thing?
âYes,â He says slowly. âI am being serious.â
âUnbelievable.â You mutter, promptly speeding up once more.
You donât get very far â your legs are comically shorter than his, and it takes very little effort to keep up with you.
The outpost is not far from the village, and even with your short legs the two of you arrive at it in no time. To Tsuâteyâs confusion, you march up to the entrance with hardly a second glance at him.
âTawtuteâ?â He begins, stepping after you as you ascend the little steps up to the door.
You whirl, startling him into taking a little step back.
âYouâre going to Saeylaâs after this?â You demand.
Tsuâtey stares at you, wondering if youâve gone mad. Why are you asking him this when you had been present for the conversation?
âYes.â He says slowly. âShe asked me to.â
You purse your lips again. âSaeyla, your old student?â
âYes.â Tsuâtey repeats, beginning to frown.
âSaeyla, who asked you to mate?â
âThere is only one Saeyla in the clan.â Tsuâtey points out, a little confused.
Your nostrils flare, and he realises a moment too late that you do not like that answer at all. He flounders for a moment, trying to find a way to salvage the conversation, but he doesnât fully understand what youâre irritated about.
âShe asked for help,â He says, keeping his voice low. âShe wishes for help with her kelku.â
âNo doubt.â You say archly, your eyes narrowing. âI guess sheâs a friend of yours as well.â
Tsuâtey would not have gone so far as to call Saeyla a friend, but he supposes that she had made an extra effort to approach him to mend some of the awkwardness between them. Tsuâtey had always interpreted their relationship as a mentor-student one, so her abrupt confession the night before the clan had gone to war with the Sky People had taken him entirely by surprise.
âIn a way.â He says, unsure how to express all of that.
Your funny little alien face seems to tremble for a moment, settling into an odd expression. Not for the first time, Tsuâtey wishes you had proper ears and a tail so that it would be easier for him to tell what youâre thinking.
âRight.â You say, your voice a little dull. âWell, thatâs great.â
But then you turn around and march up to the door of the outpost, and it hisses open to let you in. Tsuâtey perks up, frowning. Are you leaving now? Youâve never left without giving him some kind of little hug or squeeze to his hand, or a promise to see him tomorrow.
âTawtuteââ He begins, but you donât turn around.
âGoodnight, Tsuâtey.â
âI will see you tomorrââ He begins, but the door slides shut with a firm hiss before he can finish.
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It takes most of the day before Tsuâtey realises that something is wrong.
Hardly a day has gone by in the last few months that you havenât shown up at the village to watch him train and cook, or to entice him out swimming or walking or gathering. While it was once met with annoyance on Tsuâteyâs part, he has come to enjoy your company. He looks forward to your arrival now, his whole body primed and eager as he waits for you to come to the village.
But the following day, youâre nowhere to be seen.
You donât arrive for the morning meal, and you never come to watch him train. He waits around in the afternoon, trying to look busy as he waits for you to come to the village. When you donât show up, uneasiness begins to creep in.
He waits for dinnertime, but you donât come to eat with him either.
He eats in silence, frowning broodily into the fire and casting frequent glances towards the forest as he waits to catch a glimpse of you. He has to deal with sympathetic and questioning glances from Jake and Neytiri all evening, which makes his skin itch. They donât ask questions, which arguably makes it worse.
Tsuâtey doesnât even make it to the end of the meal before he stands, making the decision to seek you out instead of waiting around.
âGood luck, man.â Jake mutters rather ominously.
Tsuâtey doesnât bother with a reply, abandoning his half-eaten food as he marches into the forest. Heâs irritated to find that heâs worried. You had been in poor humour the night before, and heâs a little bit anxious about why.
It doesnât seem like a coincidence that your mood and attitude had changed so drastically after the two of you had crossed the human boundary of nudity. Had he gone too far? Had you been uncomfortable? Perhaps you had realised that he was looking at you in a way that decidedly surpassed friendship, and you didnât like it.
The outpost is a shoddy eyesore of human architecture, and it makes Tsuâteyâs nose wrinkle everytime he sees it. Despite all the time heâs spent with you, he rarely visits the outpost itself, but needs must.
It takes a frustratingly long moment for him to work out the mechanism of the door, and then he has to stand there with his tail whipping around impatiently as the door compresses shut and the atmosphere is forcibly converted to air thatâs breathable for humans. When the second door opens up to allow him into the outpost itself, he muscles his way in and takes one of the stupid little masks to loop around his neck so that he can take infrequent sips of air.
The outpost is cluttered with demon technology and strange furniture, and Tsuâtey picks his way around the metal floor with his nose wrinkled. He dislikes the way it feels against his bare feet.
The first person that sees him is Norm, whoâs sitting at one of the messy desks with his head in his hands. Itâs rare to see him in his human form, his odd dreamwalker body tucked away for the night, but Tsuâtey grunts a greeting out nonetheless.
Norm doesnât react the way he had expected. He jerks to his feet, eyes widening at the sight of him, and he blurts, âOh, thank god. Youâre here to apologise, right?â
That gives Tsuâtey pause, and he stares at Norm in some bewilderment. âApologise?â
Norm doesnât appear to hear him, too busy glancing over his shoulder towards the back of the outpost as he scurries a little closer.
âMan, sheâs been upset all day.â Norm keeps his voice low, as though heâs worried youâll hear. âJustâgo in there and talk to her.â
Tsuâtey frowns, but heâs already drifting towards the back of the outpost. The shoddy building is split into several sections; one for working, one for recreation, one for sleeping. Thereâs probably more, but Tsuâtey has never bothered looking too closely at it. All he knows is that Norm has gestured to the back of the building, towards the sleeping area.
âShe is resting?â He asks, keeping his voice low to match Normâs.
Norm scoffs. âUh, no, I wish. She got some of that fruit wine you guys drink at celebrations. Sheâs a little bit⌠uhâŚâ
Ah. You have been drinking. Tsuâtey feels curiosity bubble up in his chest; heâs never seen you drunk before. In this moment, he wants to see nothing more.
âI will speak with her.â He murmurs, before leaving Norm behind in favour of ducking into the back section of the outpost.
The building is rickety and mostly partitioned with fabric curtains rather than the doors that the Sky People tend to favour. As such, Tsuâtey can hear the way Norm is shooing whatever other demons are left over out of the building, presumably to give him some privacy with you.
He finds you laid out in a bed near the back, floppy-limbed and sloe-eyed as you speak with another sky demon. Youâre talking with your hands, clearly feeling very passionate about whatever the subject youâre discussing is.
Tsuâtey lets his eyes wander over you, enjoying the brief moment he has before you realise heâs there. Youâre wearing thin white fabric shorts covered in some sort of blue pattern, and a small little top that only reaches your midriff. You look so comfy, so warm and soft in your cosy little bed as you drink Omaticayan fruit wine and complain to your friend. Tsuâtey feels a buzzing start up in his belly and the tips of his fingers; he wants to touch you so badly it hurts.
The other sky demon spots him first, her eyes widening at the sight of him as she leaps off the bed. It takes a beat longer for you to spot him, but then youâre scrambling to your feet as well.
âTsuâteyââ You start, almost spilling the fruit wine in your hand all over your bed. âWhat are youââ
âYou did not come to the village today.â He says before you can finish, stepping closer to your bed.
The ceilings in the outpost are high to accommodate the bodies of the dreamwalkers, so he towers over you as kneel up on your bed, frowning up at him. He feels his cock twitch; he knows heâs bigger than you, obviously, but the size difference between you feels so stark now that heâs looking at you all curled up in your bed, rumpled and a little disheveled from the wine.
âIâllâIâll see you later!â Your friend blurts, before turning and rushing out.
Satisfied now that he is alone with you, Tsuâtey allows himself to sink to his knees by your bedside. Even on his knees, he is slightly taller than you in your bed.
You look a little flustered, clutching your cup of wine to your chest as you blink at him with wide eyes. It draws his eyes to your breasts, and with a little thrill of delight he sees that the fabric is sheer enough for him to get a good look at the outline of your nipples all firmed up beneath your clothes.
He so rarely sees you without the mask, and he canât help but notice how sweet your little face looks without the clear barrier. Your eyes are all glossy and a little hazy from the wine, and youâre looking up at him as though you canât quite believe heâs there.
âAre you alright?â He asks quietly. The moment feels so delicate, as though he might inadvertently shatter it with a raised voice, so he keeps his voice low and even as he reaches out to stroke over your squishy cheek with a single finger.
To his surprise, you jerk away from him, once again almost sloshing the wine all over yourself. You roll off the bed, holding your cup high, until youâre on your feet in front of him.
âYes!â You say, and your voice comes out high-pitched and a bit shaky. âFine, Iâm fine. Why are you here?â
For a moment, Tsuâtey just stares at you. Youâve never pulled away from his touches. Itâs always been him thatâs been jittery around you, nervous in case he hurts you or pushes too far. But now youâre wobbling away from him and avoiding his gaze, and that makes something that feels a lot like panic settle into his bones.
âYou are upset.â Tsuâtey notes, shuffling a little closer to you on his knees as you retreat.
âNo, no, everything is fine,â Youâre insisting, visibly unsteady on your feet as you totter around. âI donât know why youâre here.â
It shouldnât be cute, but Tsuâtey is coming to admit to himself that he finds everything about you unnervingly endearing. He watches as you struggle to straighten out your rumpled little clothes, admiring the way the thin fabric clings to you. You look embarrassed and a little self-conscious, as though heâs caught you out.
âI was waiting for you,â He murmurs, reaching for you again. He keeps his hands slow, as though approaching a wounded nantang. Youâre such a jittery little thing, but you donât pull away this time, allowing him to place a hand carefully on your hip. âYou did not come to see me today.â
âI figured youâd be busy.â You say, your tone snippy and a bit bratty. âThought youâd go and hang out with Saeyla today.â
Tsuâtey stares at you. What does Saeyla have to do with this? Is this why you are so upset?
âSyulang,â He murmurs, foregoing his usual nickname for you for a much softer one. âYou always have much to say. Please talk to me. I am not understanding why you are angry with me.â
For a moment, he thinks that you arenât going to speak to him at all. But then you grip your little cup of wine and raise it to your lips, drinking one deep gulp before looking at him in the eye with fiery determination.
âIâm embarrassed,â You snap. âIâve been basically throwing myself at you for months now, so excuse me if my ego is a little bit bruised. The least you could have done would be to let me down gently instead of letting me embarrass myself in front of everyoneââ
Tsuâtey goggles at you, hardly able to believe what youâre saying. âTawtuteââ
âNo,â You interrupt sharply, pointing your finger towards him. âDonât. You said I could talk now.â
Tsu'tey falls obediently silent. His tail curls around his thigh; heâs a little surprised by the way he physically reacts to your sharp tone. Heâs never heard you sound so firm before.
âIâve beenâIâve been wearing all that silly makeup, and wearing all those skimpy tight clothes because I thought youâd look at me more!â You continue, your voice trembling a little. âIâve been following you around like a pathetic puppy, and sitting in your lap at dinnertime, and holding your hand, andâandââ
Youâve been hoping for him to look at you more? Couldnât you tell that all he ever did was look at you?
âAnd then you just tell me that Iâm not attractive, and you toss me out of your lap, and tell me that weâre just friends, and you tell me right to my face that youâre going off to sleep with your ex-girlfriendââ
Tsuâtey sputters so hard at that that he nearly spits, horrified.
âI neverââ He starts, his eyes wide as his tail curls under his legs, his ears pinning back.
âYou did!â You burst out, teary-eyed. âWhen I was practically naked in front of you, I waited for you to say something, to give any sort of indication that you might like what you were seeing, but you just glared at me and said nothing at all!â
Ah. Tsuâtey has never hated his resting scowl as much as he does in this moment.
âAnd then yesterday! You said weâre just friends, then you threw me off your lap, and then you said you were going to Saeylaâs kelku right after walking me homeââ You continue, beginning to really work yourself up.
âNo!â Tsuâtey blurts, reaching out and grabbing at your hand. His blue palm engulfs your much smaller one, and he holds it as delicately as he can. âNo, you have misunderstood, syulang.â
âGod, I donât even know why I like you,â You sniffle. âYouâre so rude.â
âBut you do,â Tsuâtey murmurs, his eyes still wide at the sheer novelty of it. âYou like me. You cannot take it back now.â
âOh, youâre such a dick,â You hiss, yanking your hand out of his. âDid you come here just to rub this in my faceââ
âI threw you out of my lap because you were sitting on my cock and I didnât want you to notice how hard you made me.â The words escape Tsuâteyâs mouth before he can think about it, but you finally fall silent.
 You look a little stunned, actually, and Tsuâtey figures that heâd better start talking quickly before you come back to yourself and remember that youâre angry with him.
He pulls your cup out of your hand and raises it to his mouth, draining the wine in it himself in an effort to cultivate some liquid bravery. The taste bursts sharp and syrupy across his tongue. Of course, he thinks as he licks a dark drop from his lip, you would favour the cloying sweet wine. It suits you.
âSyulang, pretty girl, I do not like when you are upset.â He murmurs, shuffling closer on his knees. You donât pull away, watching him come and allowing him to rest his hands on your hips. âPlease listen.â
Youâre still gaping at him, clearly a little thrown off by him stealing your wine from you. He takes advantage of your momentary silence by launching into his explanation. He hardly knows where to begin, but he decides to start with the most heinous accusation.
âI have never been intimate with Saeyla,â He murmurs, his thumbs stroking over your hips. âNever, tawtute. I have not been intimate with anyone in a very long time.â
Your throat bobs a little nervously, but you donât interrupt.
âI have been taken with you for many, many months now,â He admits, and his ears flatten a little in embarrassment. He is not used to discussing his feelings, and it feels unnervingly vulnerable. âI know that I am grumpy, and rude, and I do not always express myself well. I have never been good at talking, and I can be too arrogant for my own goodââ
You breathe out a shaky laugh and sway a step closer, as though youâre hardly aware what youâre doing. Tsuâteyâs grip tightens carefully on your hips, his breath catching in his chest as he urges you closer yet again.
âI have been so full of desire that it has been difficult to think,â He confesses in a low whisper. âIt has been humiliating. I had thoughtâ I did not want to scare youââ
He never gets a chance to finish his explanation. Heâs partway through his sentence when you launch yourself into his arms, and he cuts himself off in favour of wrapping his arms around you to stop you from bowling the two of you over.
You start kissing his face all over, peppering eager little butterfly kisses all over the tanhĂŹ across his forehead and cheeks and all over his flat nose. He canât help the delighted rumble thatâs ripped out of his chest at the display of affection, and he tries to follow your lips with his face when you start to pull away.
âYouâre so stupid,â You whisper, and Tsuâtey is so pleased that youâre smiling again that he doesnât even feel offended about that. âIâve been jumping in your lap and holding your hand every chance Iâve gotten. I took my clothes off and sunbathed practically naked with you, and showed you my titsââ
âI thought we were being friends.â He says thickly, leaning forward again in the hopes that youâll give him another kiss. Even on his knees in front of you as you stand, he is so much larger and bulkier than you; it makes him want to tuck you away and keep you safe forever.
You groan, tilting your head back as though youâre in pain. âTsuâtey. Youâre killing me here.â
He canât resist the temptation of your head tilted back with your throat bared, and leans forward to press his face into the crook of your neck. He rubs his cheek against your pulse point, feeling satisfaction bloom in his stomach as his scent is spread all over the vulnerable skin of your throat.
âI am sorry, syulang,â He murmurs, his lips brushing over your pulse. He feels you shudder against him, and clutches you tighter. âI thought it was obvious how I felt. The whole clan knows. Do you not see how they watch us?â
The laugh that leaves your mouth is a little thready, and your hands come to rest on Tsuâteyâs shoulders for balance as he nuzzles into your shoulder.
âI thought they were looking at me,â You whispered. âBecause I was so obvious about how I liked you.â
Tsuâtey shakes his head, trying to hide the silly grin on his face into your soft shoulder. You like him. All of those months of ridiculous pining and yearning and humiliating stifled desire, only to find out that you desired him too.
âSoâŚâ You whisper, and he can hear the smile in your voice. âSo, you did like my piercings, then?â
Tsuâtey groans, his fingers spreading wide over your back as he pulls you closer. Youâre so much smaller than him that his hand spans almost the whole width of your back, and his heartrate picks up as he feels your soft body press into him.
âYes,â He murmurs, his ears pinning back in muted shame at the admission. âI liked them.â
The smile that breaks over your face at that is almost blinding, and heâs surprised by your enthusiasm when you grab at his jaw and haul his face closer so that you can capture his lips with your own.
The fact that heâs kissing you nearly stalls his brain, but then he feels the softness of your lips and the wet heat of your tongue, and it feels as though his nerves are set alight. He grunts, using the hand on your back to hold you close against him as he kisses you back eagerly.
Heâs trying to be as cautious as possible, worried about hurting you, but you donât seem to share his concern. In fact, your fervor surprises him. You push at his shoulders, and though youâre not strong enough to shift him he follows your unspoken order anyway, until youâve guided him all the way back to your bed.
He gasps, his vision going a little blurry as you begin trailing kisses along his jaw. He grabs at the mask to take a few clumsy breaths of air, his body hot and tense as you kiss him.
âBed,â You breathe, pushing at his shoulders. âGet on the bed.â
âTawtute,â He says, swallowing thickly. âShould weâ do you wish to take this slow?â
You pause then, pulling back a little so that you can level him with a look. Heâs always found your strange little face difficult to read, but even he can tell that you look decidedly unimpressed right now.
âYou think I want to take this slow?â You repeat, nose crinkling. But then your expression grows a little unsure, and you start to pull away. âOh. Do you want to take this slow?â
âNo.â Tsuâtey says, far too quickly.
The two of you just look at each for a moment, blinking. Then Tsuâtey stands, his knees slightly wobbly after kneeling before you for so long, and sinks down onto your bed. Itâs a tight fit, the bulk of his body hunching forward slightly as his knees bunch up, but his slight discomfort is forgotten immediately when you climb up into his lap.
Over the last few months, you have sat in his lap many times. This time is different â this time, youâre straddling his crotch, your lovely thighs bracketing his hips as your soft bottom rests over his cock. Youâre still kissing him, your soft lips trailing all over his jawline then up to his mouth again, swallowing the appreciative grunts that pour from his mouth.
When he had imagined this, often late at night with his cock in his hand, he had pictured you soft and eager and sweet â and you are all of those things, but nothing could ever have prepared him for how hungry you are, how impatient and greedy you are as you push him back onto your bed and follow him down. Your bodies are pressed so tight together that thereâs hardly an inch of air, yet you seem determined to wriggle even closer.
Tsuâtey moans quietly, leaning back among your threadbare pillows as you do your best to devour him. Your mouth is small, but you happily open it wide as you lick into his mouth, your little tongue tracing over his sharp canines in a way that makes him shiver.
âCanât believe we had this conversation when Iâm in my fucking pajamas,â You murmur into his mouth, pressing your soft fabric-covered tits against his wide chest. âI wanted to be wearing something sexy for this.â
All he can do is close his eyes against the onslaught of your lips and teeth on the exposed skin of his neck. Your small hands smooth over the planes of his chest, hot and possessive as they crawl over the front of his body.
âYou are very beautiful, syulang.â Tsuâtey breathes, his hands finding a firm hold on your waist as your weight settles over him.
Then you grind down, and heâs already so aroused but now he can feel the heat of your pussy through those tiny damn shorts of yours and the noise thatâs torn from his chest is completely undignified.
He grabs at you. Itâs rough and presumptuous and honestly Tsuâtey isnât even sure itâs a conscious decision, but before he knows it heâs grabbed you by the waist and is pulling you down to grind against his cock.
âFuck,â You gasp, and Tsuâtey nearly loses it. âOh god.â
You shuffle back a little, and Tsuâtey nearly audibly whines when he loses that glorious friction over his cock. But it turns out that youâve only moved so that you have access to his loincloth, which you promptly begin to pull at.
âMawey, yawntutsyĂŹp.â He croaks out, though heâs already flexing his hips to help you pull his tewng off.
âBeen wanting this for ages, you have no ideaââ
Tsuâtey swears his head is spinning at the sheer irony of that, because he could have been experiencing this for ages?
His cock is freed from his tewng, slapping against his stomach with an embarrassingly loud smack. When you see how big he is, your eyes widen, and Tsuâtey has a horrible moment of panic where he worries that youâre going to change your mind. He would only be able to accept that choice, but he already knows that it will leave him with the worst case of blue balls heâd ever experienced.
But you donât let his no doubt intimidating size stop you from reaching out with your small hands to stroke him. A guttural growl is pulled from him, and he tilts his head back against your soft bedding and bites hard at his lip in an effort to control himself as you stroke at him.
âOh, fuck yes.â You breathe, your expression nothing short of delighted as you stare down at him. He feels vulnerable under your gaze, naked in a way that has nothing to do with the fact that youâve pulled his tewng off him.
He reaches out, tugs at your top. âI wish to see you, again.â
That makes you smile. The little fabric top youâre wearing is so thin that he can see the outline of your breasts and little nipples already, and as you lean forward to tug at his cock it gapes open at the chest to give him a tantalising glimpse of your bare flesh, but itâs not enough. He wants to see you bare and wanting beneath him. Or on top of him. Heâs not fussy.
When you pull your flimsy little fabric covering off, Tsuâtey feels as though he goes momentarily light-headed as his blood rushes south. Heâs seen you like this before, that day at the river, but this is different. This time, heâs allowed to touch.
Youâre as soft as heâd imagined â softer, even. Tsuâteyâs hands are eager, reaching up to grope and feel, and you tilt your head back and moan softly as he kneads at your delightfully squishy breasts. He just canât get over how perfect and pliable you are, your supple skin moulding and giving around his hands. Heâs never experienced anyone as soft as you; the Naâvi are bigger than the Sky People, and stronger too. His people do not have the same shape, are not soft in the same places as humans. And heâs never thought too much about it, but now he feels like heâs losing himself in your supple flesh.
And then thereâs the delicate little barbells in your nipples. Tsuâtey stares, wanting so badly to touch but nervous about going too hard or fast and accidentally hurting you.
âRemember I said they were just to look good?â You breathe, pressing forward a little to encourage his hands to roam over your tits.
âMm.â Tsuâtey grunts mindlessly. He does recall something of the sort, but he doesnât think it is fair that you expect him to think when he has your tits in his hands like this, one hand almost spanning your entire chest.
âI lied,â You whisper, your lips curving up in a smile so cheeky that it makes Tsuâteyâs toes curl. âThey feel good, too.â
Tsuâtey groans, running his fingers slowly across your skin before finally touching the piercings, his touch smooth and warm.
A low moan of contentment escapes him. "Soft skin. Pretty piercings."
His hands cup your breasts as his thumbs brush over your nipples. You were telling the truth about them; the piercings make you sensitive, and when you shiver under his hands, his gaze darkens.
"I want them in my mouth." He says suddenly, his voice rough and gravelly. His thumbs swipe over them yet again, and he looks up eagerly to you to wait for your permission as you sigh.
You laugh, though it's a breathless and weak sort of a thing. Youâre trying to play it cool and casual, but Tsuâtey is holding your soft little breasts in his hands â he can feel your rapid heartbeat against his palm. "Go on, then."
He doesn't waste any time before he's bending his head and pressing harsh, biting kisses all along your chest. Then, getting sick of bending his neck down, he grabs at the flesh of your ass and hauls you up into his arms so that he can mouth at your nipples in earnest.
He licks over your left breast, feeling the little metal barbell against his tongue. It must feel good because you whine, arching your back and pushing your tits into his face even more. Your skin is so soft and sensitive, and it makes his rough tongue and big hands feel clumsy and coarse.
He wraps his lips around your nipple and suckles at it, his tongue playing with the strange little balls at the end of the bars. The metal is cool against his tongue, offering a pleasant contrast to your heated flesh.
âUngh, shit,â You gasp, your little hands winding into his braids and gripping him there. âTsuâtey⌠I wanna suck your cock.â
Tsuâtey freezes, his eyes going wide. Those words rock through him like a physical punch, and he groans as his cock visibly twitches against his stomach. He knows you can feel it, considering youâre still straddling him, and you begin to wiggle your way back as you try to get your face down to his crotch.
But as soon as you get your little hand on his cock, panic shoots through him. It feels good, so good, but heâs sure if you actually put it in your mouth heâll die. He already knows that if you get your mouth on him everything will be over far too quickly, and heâs not ready to tap out just yet.
He grabs you and rolls, until youâre on your back staring up at him with a surprised little pout.
âI want that, tawtute,â He admits, his voice coming out in a gravelly rumble as he presses a careful kiss to your pouting lips. âBut later.â
âButââ
He doesnât let you finish. Heâs too busy kissing your strange, alien little face, then down over your throat. Youâre so addictive already. He wants to fuck you and have the whole clan listen, he wants to suck on your tits and have you crying, he wants to play with your clit until itâs puffy and swollen, he wants to play with your cute little hole, he wants to see you bouncing on his cock, on your hands and knees⌠He feels like heâs been set alight with desire, like the blood in his veins has turned molten.
His fingers hook into your little shorts and pull at them, and you lift your hips to help him tug them off. To his delight, youâre not wearing your tiny little fabric covering under them, and his tail whips in excitement at the sight of you bare beneath him.
âOh,â He breathes, shuffling himself down your bed. Itâs a narrow fit, and cramped, but Tsuâtey doesnât care; his attention is fixed on you and the way your legs are spreading to accommodate the bulk of his body.
He takes in the sight of you eagerly, bare and glistening wet, and grinding against nothing, and he realises in that moment that his imagination could never have lived up to reality.
âIâm going to take care of you,â He mumbles mindlessly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lovely plush inner thigh. âGoing to make you feel so good, syulang.â
âOkay.â You sigh, the word coming out a little wobbly.
Tsuâteyâs tail whips from side-to-side as he gazes at your bare cunt, still hardly able to believe that youâre giving him access to you like this, that you like him too. It feels too good to be true, but Tsuâtey is not about to let this opportunity to pass him by.
âSo pretty, yawntutsyĂŹp.â He kisses his words flatly against your puffy lips before coaxing them open with his flat nose. His face is covered in you already, glistening across his lips and chin. But itâs not enough, it wonât be enough until heâs drowning in you.
You taste tangy and sweet, a heady mix of sweat and pheromones that pulls him in ever closer, desperate to drink his fill of you.
But even better than how you taste, is how you react.
Youâre up on him so fast he barely has time to blink â no sooner has he laid his lips on your pussy, his mouth so big that it almost swallows you whole, than your hips are bucking up into his face. All he can smell and taste is you, and youâre so fucking wet and suddenly youâre rutting up against his face, not even caring if Tsuâteyâs mouth is open or not, as though youâre so desperate for him that all you can do is use him.
Itâs the best day of Tsuâteyâs life. Heâs going to mark this day and religiously celebrate it every year.
âTsuâtey â!â You gasp, rutting your hips into his face. A wild, somewhat unhinged part of him hopes you break his nose. He uses his tongue against your clit and lets you rub yourself all over him, making his brain feel so blissfully empty.
He just moans into you, his hands wrapping around your plush hips and gripping at your squishy little bottom for leverage as he pulls you back against his face. He suckles at you so eagerly, tongue laving over your hole, over and over and over, delighting in the way you gasp and moan and grind into his mouth.
His tail coils as his arousal pulses, forgetting himself as his fingers clench into your soft skin. You sigh, and drop your head back against the pillows as you move your hips to push your pussy back against his tongue. When he spears his tongue into you, you whine, but the sound is muffled somehowâ
Youâve bitten your pillow, Tsuâtey realises, and groans. He wants so badly to get his hands on himself, to stroke and tug at his cock as he devours you, but he canât bring himself to let go of you. He feels as though heâll die if he lets go of your squishy ass, and his fingers knead insistently at it as he dines on your cunt.
He fucks his tongue into you harder, mouth open and jaw aching in the most satisfying way. Itâs all worth it when Tsuâtey realises that youâre crying, just softly, your moans and whines wet, your breaths choked.
Tsuâteyâs fingers find their way to rest against your pussy, pushing in gently when heâs satisfied with how well his tongue worked you open. Once the digits are wet, he pushes two in to the first knuckle. He groans at the feeling of how welcoming your pussy is, how responsive you are to his touch. You cry out, your thighs twitching as he stretches you out.
Your whimpering makes him feel bold, his cock weeping against his thigh. Heâs harder than heâs ever been in his life, the frustrating ache in his balls is poured right into the quickening pace of his fingers. He wants you to breakâ to crumble into pieces just so he can put you back together.
âTsuâtey,â You slur out, your fingers gripping at his braids as you writhe under his attention. âNeed to slow down, or Iâm gonnaâIâm gonna comeââ
Your words fall on deaf ears; Tsuâtey is practically hypnotised by your little whimpers and cries as he sucks and licks eagerly at your squishy wet pussy, his fingers twisting and rubbing all along your hot, clutching insides. He feels desperate to experience you come against his tongue, and his movements take on an edge of fervor as he opens his mouth wide to suck your whole cunt into his mouth.
You squeal, hips bucking, and your feet kick out until theyâve landed on his shoulders. Tsuâtey moans, pleased by your reaction, and his mouth seals firmly around you as his tongue laps at your clit.
Your thighs suddenly clench around his head, keeping it in place, and he increases his pace, keeping it rhythmic for you. He buries his nose into your little swollen clit, letting out a hungry little noise as he sucks at you.
And then youâre gasping, the line of your body going taut and stiff as your orgasm rolls through you. Tsuâtey doesnât relent, sucking and licking at you as you tremble and shake apart. Your release tastes so sweet, like hot syrup on his tongue, and he canât get enough of you. Your thighs grip his head so hard that the muscles tremble, and he relishes the pressure of your legs squeezing around his skull.
It doesnât take long before your legs are kicking again, wheezing as you grow oversensitive and push at his head. With great reluctance, Tsuâtey pulls his mouth away with a wet âpopâ, licking his lips before leaning in to suckle a series of biting kisses around your inner thighs.
He feels a little light-headed, still so hungry. He knows his eyes are heavy-lidded with his own arousal, his whole body throbbing with the need to take you, but heâs trying so damn hard to control himself.
âOh god⌠fuck.â You breathe, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.
That certainly strokes Tsuâteyâs male pride, and he looks up at you with a pleased, if slightly dazed, smile. Heâs breathing heavily still from having devoted his entire attention to pleasing you and forgetting to breathe, and it takes a moment for him to realise he needs to sip from the stupid mask. He fumbles for a moment, grabbing at it and taking several deep breaths before dropping it again and leaning up to kiss at your cute little lower belly.
âIt was good?â He asks. Judging by the look on your face he knows the answer, but he canât help but want to hear it straight from your mouth.
You laugh, a little disbelievingly, then place a hand onto his chest and push lightly at him until heâs rolling over onto his back. You follow, swinging your leg over his hips and settling down so that your spit-slick pussy is nestled right up against his hard cock.
âSo good,â You whisper, and it practically comes out like a purr. âSo fucking good.â
Tsuâteyâs tail curls and his ears fold back, his stomach swooping in anticipation at the coy tone of your voice. His cock twitches too, very interested in the way youâre sitting on it. When you rock your hips lightly, allowing your slick pussy to glide along his length, he groans breathily before reaching to grab at your waist, trying to hold you still.
âWait, syulang.â He says, his voice coming out embarrassingly hoarse. âYou are so small, I donât want to hurt you.â
Heâs not expecting you to laugh at that, as though heâs said something that you find adorable. You lean in and kiss him, your lips soft against his hot, swollen ones.
âYouâre not the first Naâvi Iâve had,â You whisper against his mouth, giving him yet another sweet kiss. âI know what Iâm doing.â
He bristles at the thought of another Naâvi hunching over your little body, rutting into your hot wet softness. His hands tighten around your waist as a bolt of possessive jealousy flashes through him.
âWho?â He demands, his face scrunching up in a scowl.
You just giggle, leaning down to kiss the wide bridge of his nose. Tsuâteyâs ears fold down, a little mollified by how cute you are, though his scowl doesnât lessen much. Your hand runs over his chest, your fingers stroking over his heated skin.
âOh, shush.â You say with a fond smile, as though you think heâs joking. âWhat, did you expect me live like a nun while you were ignoring me all that time? I didnât even think you liked me.â
Tsuâtey doesnât know what a nun is, but heâs distracted before he can ask. You lean down slowly, running the tip of your tongue along his throat. You pause to bite him gently right where his vein pulses, and the rush of sensations from your touch nearly sends him spiraling.
âBesides,â You whisper, âI feel like you just sucked my soul out through my pussy, so I really donât think anyone else is ever going to compare.â
The purr that your words pull out of him at that is embarrassing, but his body reacts before his brain does. Yes, he thinks smugly, I am better. It feels incredibly important to him that you know he is the best option, the man that can please you best.
Tsuâtey feels like heâs melting under you. The heat of your bare slick cunt against the length of his cock is fanning a fire in his blood. He bites at his lip as he feels your lips on his pulse, harder now, kissing softly, tongue flicking against the skin.
Your hand slides lower, and then finally your hand wraps around the base of his cock. He groans, bucks up, but didnât mean to. Thankfully you just laugh, obviously amused as youâre lifted up by the momentum of his hips.
 âTsuâtey, baby,â You whisper, and oh, your voice is going to drive him insane. âDoes it hurt, being this hard?â
Tsuâtey openly chokes, and you give him one slow stroke. The feeling of your small soft hand against him has his mind blanking entirely for a second. You pause to rub your thumb under his cockhead, against the bundle of nerves there, and Tsuâtey moans as his eyes flutter shut.
âPretty boy,â You whisper, and Tsuâtey gasps, feeling his lip quiver. He cracks his eyes open, just to see you smiling down at him. âDo you like when I call you pretty?â
Tsuâtey looks away and says nothing â but you just giggle.
âYouâre pouting, Tsuâtey.â
âI am not.â He grumbles, though his cheeks are uncomfortably warm.
Your hands move, one stroking around his cock, the other cradling his balls. Tsuâtey arches, pushes into your hand as you twist your fist around his glans. His mouth falls open, a breathy moan escaping, and you visibly shiver. He tries to push himself up on his elbows so that he can watch as you shift atop him, hips rocking forward gently as you stroke at him.
âSyulang,â He manages, licking at his lips as his voice comes out all breathy and desperate. âPlease.â
You grin at him, your eyes soft and affectionate as you watch him disintegrate beneath your touch. Then youâre lifting up onto your knees, using his chest as leverage, and Tsuâtey holds his breath as you position yourself over his cock.
âBreathe, baby.â You laugh, taking his mask and holding it up to his face.
He takes several deep breaths, feels the blurred edges of his mind sharpen, and reaches down to grab his cock. He helps you to position it, his cockhead gliding along your slick folds.
He has to pause for a moment, closing his eyes as his ears flatten back against his head. Youâre so damn soft, your cunt is so hot and sticky wet, and he already knows that the moment his cock pushes inside of you heâll be fighting for his life not to come instantly. He just wants to last long enough to please you, to make you feel good.
You let out a soft noise, your hips twitching as you try to hump your pussy back onto his cock. He has to grab your hips to keep you still, grunting.
âYouâre teasing.â You whine, clutching at his arms as you try to wiggle your way back onto him.
âMph.â Tsuâtey grunts, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to contain himself. âMawey, syulang. Patience.â
But patience doesnât seem to be your strong suit. Your bright eyes have gone dark, pupils blown, forehead glimmering with sweat â you look beautiful, and Tsuâtey feels like heâs dying.
You lean forward and crash your mouth into his, kissing him hard and messy as you wriggle in his lap, trying to coax his cock inside you. Tsuâtey moans into your mouth, but then youâre pulling back, and your lips press against his nose, his cheeks, his forehead.
Still breathing deeply, Tsuâtey aligns his cock against your pussy, and at the same time as his sweet girl peppers his face with kisses, he begins to push inside. You whine at the pressure of the stretch, your forehead pressed against his as he presses his cock into you slowly, as slowly as he can manage.
âCome on,â You groan, leaning forward and letting your blunt little teeth scrape over the sensitive tip of his ear. âPut it in, put it in, put it inââ
âCalm,â Tsuâtey gasps, clutching at your plush little hips in an effort to keep you from slamming yourself down on him all at once. âCalm, yawntutsyĂŹp, I do not wish to hurt youââ
But his words are lost when you shift over him right as he begins to press into you again, and from one second to the next he slides half-way inside, past the small ring of resistance and into the velvety hot inside of your cunt.
Itâs like a gut punch.
He moans like a dying man and holds you as tight as he can in an attempt to ground himself enough not to start thrusting. You gasp, your features scrunching into a pained wince as youâre split wide around the thickness of his cock. He doesnât need you to vocalise your discomfort, so he rubs your puffy clit to try and make it better for you. His calloused thumb rubs slow circles on it at the same time as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, panting and whimpering.Â
Fuck, he needs to move.
Just a bit â
Just to take the edge off â
His hips pull back and then quickly snap forward again. âFuck.â
Itâs so easy itâs sinful. He pushes through the tightest cunt he has ever been in and it feels like home. He groans roughly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he tries to catch his breath. He canât help but look down, and he almost whimpers at the sight of your cunt stretched wide around his thick length, at the aborted little twitching of your hips as you try admirably hard to take him in deeper. Youâre so much tighter than he expected, and it takes everything in him to pull back again.
When he withdraws, your pussy grips him all the way to the tip, making him feel so insane he had to immediately dive back in, gasping. Heâs too big to fit inside of you completely, but thatâs okay; your tiny pussy grips hard enough at the length that you can take that Tsuâtey feels like heâs about to black out.
âYes!â You cry out, arching your chest against his so that he can feel the cool sensation of your piercings against his skin, your fingers knotting into his braids as you lift yourself up then down on his cock, meeting his sloppy thrusts.
Tsuâtey feels as though the world is fracturing around him as he pushes himself into your tiny little cunt, feeling your pussy clench around his cock like a fist. It's so tight and sweet, his dick feels as though it's being pulled into paradise.
Being inside you is heavenly; itâs like your sweet little pussy is made for him, molding to him and stretching where it needs to, squeezing him tight to the point of pain. He pistons in and out of you from below, finding his own pace as the bed shakes from the force of his thrusts. You make soft, wet little sounds, a wanton creature in response in response as you undulate atop of him.
Your tits bounce every time he thrusts up into you, and he finds his eyes glued to sight before his self-control cracks and heâs leaning forward to take one of your breasts into his mouth. It takes a bit of contortion, his spine curving as his mouth locks around your tit, his tongue rolling against your little pierced nipple, his ears wiggling eagerly as they pick up your little mewls.
Oh, heâs not going to last long; he already feels like heâs losing his mind.
Soft, desperate little noises are babbling out of your mouth as you fuck yourself down on his cock, clutching at his shoulders for balance. Your jaw is slack and your mouth is open, and Tsuâtey can see flashes of your little pink tongue as you gasp and whimper everytime he rolls his hips up into you. Your movements have taken on an edge of desperation as you ride him, your pussy squeezing him so tight his vision is going blurry.
Then your little body is seizing, weak gasping moans spilling from your lips as your spine goes stiff. Your cunt clenches in sporadic little pulses, and Tsuâtey nearly roars at the intensity of it â your pussy sucks so tight that it almost hurts. Itâs a weaker orgasm than your first one, but you still sob your way through it as you clutch at him.
âOh, syulang, fuck.â Tsuâtey grits out, the human curse word sounding coarse and foreign on his tongue.
He wants to do this forever, to stay buried in you all night, but youâre sucking him in and clinging to him in a vice grip as you push back against him, and heâs about to explode. Heâs overwrought, grunting against your sweat-damp skin as he clutches your soft little body close to him, the motion of his hips turning jerky and sloppy as he feels that tingly pressure grow in his stomach.
He lifts you off his cock with a cut-off snarl, grabbing at his cock with a clumsy hand as that pressure bubbles over. He comes with more force than he had been expecting, his come spurting out onto your belly and over your tits, dripping steadily over your smooth skin.
Part of him is a little embarrassed about how quickly he had come, but the larger part of him feels it was impressive that he didnât spill the instant he got his cock inside of you. But youâre pouting up at him, clutching at his chest as you push back against him.
âNo,â You whine, your voice quiet and tired as you try to grind your messy pussy back onto him. âWanted you to come inside.â
Tsuâtey is already breathless, but the sweet little whimper in your voice nearly knocks him flat yet again. His cock is still throbbing, the last few drops of his release spurting out and glowing lightly against your skin. He takes in the sight of his seed spattered across your pretty little body greedily, committing it to memory. Nothing in his raunchiest wet dreams could have compared to the reality of this moment.
âWe will have time for that, yawntutsyĂŹp,â He whispers, his stomach clenching in excitement at the thought. âYou will not need another man again.â
You grumble lightly, but he can see the satisfied little smile on your face as you go limp in his arms, burrowing closer to his chest as you collapse down next to him. Having you in his arms feels perfect; his tail curls in satisfaction when he realises how perfectly you fit against his chest, and he purrs smugly as he nudges his nose against your temple.
He rolls, scooping you up and arranging you so that youâre laying sprawled at his side, before curving his body around yours and wrapping an arm around your little body. Your body is still glistening with sweat and the dimly bioluminescent streaks of come that Tsuâtey has left on you â heâs torn between the urge to care for you, to clean you up and make sure that youâre sated and pleased, and to leave you marked and carrying his scent.
Heâll clean you up in a few minutes, he decides, allowing himself to enjoy the sight of you after being thoroughly claimed for a little while longer.
âIf you ever say weâre just friends again Iâll kick your ass.â You mumble, pressing your face into his pectoral muscles.
Youâre acting as though your bones have been dissolved into jelly, laying all limp and pliable against him even as you squirm closer. Tsuâtey allows himself to just stare at you, admiring all the subtle little bite-marks and bruising that he canât remember leaving behind, admiring your puffy nipples and your still gooey cunt.
âMm.â Tsuâtey hums, dipping his head down and laying it carefully on your chest. Heâs a little nervous that heâll be too heavy, but your small hands come up to tangle in his braids and scratch soothingly at his scalp. He allows his eyes to flutter shut, enjoying the plush softness of your breasts under his face.
âI like you very much, syulang.â He says, enjoying the pulse of your heartbeat beneath his head. âI am sorry that I have been slow to understand your interest.â
You laugh a little sleepily, craning your neck so that you can kiss his forehead before laying back again. âYou certainly did a good job showing me your interest just now.â
âI will do more,â Tsuâtey promises, hardly even aware of what heâs saying. âI will collect kllpxiwll berries for you everyday, and go swimming as often as you like, and make you pretty jewelry, and keep you satisfiedââ
You start to laugh before he even finishes.
âWho wouldâve known a big grumpy asshole like you is capable of being so romantic.â You snicker as he nuzzles into your tits.
Your lack of a tail and blunt ears make it hard for him to read you, but he can tell by your tone of voice that youâre teasing him. He just curls around you, not minding at all. He enjoys the thought of proving to you exactly how romantic he can be â he has much to prove, and much to make up for.
âI am not grumpy now.â He mutters, turning his face so that itâs buried neatly in between your tits. He licks lazily over your left breast, savouring the feeling of the little silver barbell nestled in your nipple against his tongue.
You shiver, a soft little overwhelmed gasp escaping your lips as he kisses leisurely at your puffy and oversensitive nipples.
âNo,â You murmur, and he can hear the fondness in your voice. âYouâre not.â
Tsuâtey purrs, his whole body curving around you as he kisses absent-mindedly at your tits, his thoughts pleasantly hazy and somewhat nebulous.
âBreathe.â You remind him tiredly, your voice a little slurred around the edges with sleep.
Upon your urging, he lifts the stupid mask back up to his face and fits it clumsily over his mouth and nose. He wraps his arm around your waist, holds you tight, and just breathes as the two of you lay together, sated and satisfied.
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