#so beautifully written as always

[neytris]

“not so fast baby girl.” he catches your jaw, his hold firm as he turns your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. your breath catches in your throat as you meet his ravenous golden eyes, clenching around nothing at the expression that had become all too familiar. “i spend weeks teaching you. taking my precious time to make sure you can be of some use to this clan. yet you think you can tease me? getting off on having me bare for you, on leaving me untouched? now tell me syulang, do you think that is any way to repay your teacher?”

this. well this right here had me clenching my thighs together. baby girl???? syulang???? his dominance???? why am i blushing right now OMG. the effect this man has on me—

“no, it seems like karyu still has one last lesson to teach you.”

“now, show me you can be good, and you might still get to come tonight.”

i just moaned out loud. i did. i’m such a slut for praise w a liiiittle bit of degradation you have NO idea. aaa i’m going FERAL !

“now go and get your camera, sevin. i think it’s time we make a movie.”

YES. yes YES yesYES. the scream i scrumpt— use me honestly. use me like a rag doll, i do NOT mind. at all. i’m a neteyamist. his life >>>>> mine. i OBEY my man. i am HIS property

𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 ೃ⁀➷ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Pairing: Adult!Neteyam (19) x Fem!Omatikaya Reader (21) Warnings: explicit smut, pet names, praise kink, the tiniest hint of degradation, softdom!Neteyam, oral sex (m receiving) Word Count: 1.4k a/n: The final part to this little series is here, dedicated to the wonderful 📸 anon who kicked off this whole thing with their request. This is only lightly proofread, so if you see any errors, then no you didn't because I'll be back in the morning to read through again. Na'vi word bank: sevin - pretty, tewng - loincloth, syulang - flower, karyu - teacher Click to be added to my taglist. Requests are open

You finally get a chance to photograph Neteyam, but you can't help but push your luck.

previous

Neteyam had quickly discovered how effective an incentive his promise had been.

To the amazement of both your fathers, under Neteyam’s tutelage you had passed your iknimaya on your first try, ready in a matter of weeks. But it was no surprise to your teacher, who had seen the fire in your eyes, the determination to get what you wanted.

The celebration held by your father had barely come to an end before you found him, fingers intertwining with his as you led him to your new mount. He hadn’t questioned you as he climbed onto your ikran behind you, knowing your patience had been waning with each training session that he insisted you left your camera behind. Each time that his hands roamed your body but you were not yet allowed to touch his.

He couldn’t help but think that you were now seeking revenge.

His cock was achingly hard at the sight of you crouched down, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you tried to get the angle of your shot just right. As you had been for the better part of an hour, directing him into position after position until he found himself with his back resting against a thick root of the tree of souls, legs splayed wide in front of him, his leaking erection exposed to the cool air.

“Sevin please.” He whines, hips bucking into nothing as if it would give him any relief. He would wrap his hand around his length, but his last attempt to do so had you scolding him for ‘ruining your shot’ and Neteyam who prided himself in excelling at everything, wanted to be nothing less than a perfect subject.

Yet when he sees the twitch at the corner of your lips, he knows he’s being played. You try to hide your amusement from behind the camera, but he knows that if he could see your eyes they’d be sparkling with mischief.

“Sevin.” His voice rumbles from his chest as he tilts his head, trying to catch your eyes from behind the screen. Your ears fold back and you drop the camera from your face, a look of faux innocence gracing your features as you raise your brow.

“Yes, Neteyam?”

“Come here.”

“But-“ The look on his face ends any argument you have prepared.

You fumble with the camera, trying to find somewhere you could set it that would allow you to document this moment. With the hunger in which he looked at you, you knew you would want to look back on this.

“Leave it.” His words stop you in your tracks and the way you look at him, eyes wide and sad and the way that your tail halts it erratic wagging, he nearly takes it back. And of course, he will eventually. He will give you what you want, as he always does. “I mean it Sevin, you had your chance. Now don’t make me come over there.”

Your hands tighten around the camera, eyes narrowing as they meet his. His cock twitches and Neteyam hopes that you disobey him, that you give him a reason to punish you. But of course, you don’t. As always you do as asked of you, his sweet thing, and you abandon your prized possession and seat yourself in his lap.

His head falls back as your soaked tewng meets his swollen tip and you roll your hips a suspicious amount of times in the name of getting comfortable, until he regains his composure and fingers grasp at your middle, stilling your movements.

“Not so fast baby girl.” He catches your jaw, his hold firm as he turns your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you meet his ravenous golden eyes, clenching around nothing at the expression that had become all too familiar. “I spend weeks teaching you. Taking my precious time to make sure you can be of some use to this clan. Yet you think you can tease me? Getting off on having me bare for you, on leaving me untouched? Now tell me syulang, do you think that is any way to repay your teacher?”

Your mouth opens to proclaim your innocence as he thrusts his hips, cock brushing against your clit with a bruising force that knocks the air from your lungs and the disobedience from your tongue. “Cat got your tongue, sevin?” He breathes, tugging your jaw forward until his lips meet yours. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming it as his own until both of your chests are left heaving against each other. You lean forward, desperate to feel him, to taste him again but he halts your movement with his unrelenting grip on your face.

You pout, a last resort to appeal to his better nature, a move that had proved effective on many occasions prior. Pairing it with a soft coo of “Neteyam.” and a roll of your hips for added effect.

“Nice try sevin, but did you really think you could tease me like that and get away with it?” He questions, hands running down your body until they’re at your hips lifting you off of him, a smirk playing at his lips as you whine at the distance it creates between his firmness and your wet heat. His cock springs up between you, and your mouth waters at the sight of it, wet with both of your arousals. “No, it seems like karyu still has one last lesson to teach you.”

His settles back into the root, hand clasping your wrist and bringing your hand to his seeping cock. “Now, show me you can be good, and you might still get to come tonight.”

That’s all the encouragement you need to take him in your hand, relishing in the sound he makes as you finally give his length the attention it deserves. His eyes widen as he watches you crawl down his body, slowly pumping his cock as you settle yourself between his thighs. This was not something that had been included in any of your lessons.

You stick your tongue out and lick him from base to tip, swirling your tongue along his slit to taste his arousal. His hand finds it’s way into your hair wrapping around your braids in a firm but gentle grip. You take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you take in as much of him as you can until he hits the back of your throat and you’re forced to take the rest of him in your hand, not wanting to leave an inch untouched.

Neteyam's hands tighten in your hair, a growl rumbling from his chest. He’s close already, his cock so desperate for touch that he’d been ready to spill into you the moment your lips wrapped around his tip. "That's it, sevin. Take it all. You're so good for me." Your cunt clenches, slick dripping down your thighs at his sweet praise.

His hips buck uncontrollably pushing his tip further down your throat and he groans as your throat spasms around him trying to accommodate the added intrusion. He barely gets out an apology as his release finally overtakes him and he spills into your mouth. You swallow every drop eagerly, licking him clean, not letting a drop of his release go to waste.

You rest your head on his thigh, regaining control of your breathing , delighting in the feeling of his hands running softly through your hair as he comes down from his high. A hand reaches down to grasp your own and he pulls you back up into his lap, his cock already hard again as it settles between your soaked folds.

He holds you tight against his chest, his lips pressing to your forehead in adoration. "You're such a good girl for me, sevin." His words send a shiver down your spine, cheeks tinting with pink as he cups them between his hands and presses his lips to yours, tongue pressing into your mouth to catch a taste of himself. He pulls away, but not without leaving another quick peck on your lips.

“Now go and get your camera, sevin. I think it’s time we make a movie.”

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Turtle Takedown Teamwork.

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[oceanatydes]

I think it’s so beautiful how queerness is inextricably woven into the arcane plot

[transmaverique]

amab and afab, if they were used as shorthand for the actual full phrases that they signify, with emphasis on the "assigned" part, and an understanding that they are enforcements of normative (ie, dyadic and cisgender and binary) sex, would be like. really useful. but people took the terms and started using them as shorthand FOR normative sex instead of the ENFORCEMENT OF normative sex. so when other trans people (almost always dyadic trans people) ask for your agab they are almost always asking for your Original Genital Situation. your starting point, so to say. and the reason FOR asking is also almost always bc they are trying to also enforce a certain kind of normativity within queer spaces (which is stupid bc being queer is inherently non-normative but here we are). like, you cant be a lesbian if you're ftm, bc you ARE m, so if you ARE a lesbian, then that means you're lying about some aspect of your identity. does that make sense?

it is always always always incredibly.... i do not trust dyadic trans people that use cagab terms, even moreso than i do not trust dyadic trans people that just use agab terms. agab is also coopted intersex language, but the "coercive" part of cagab SPECIFICALLY refers to medical "intervention" of intersex characteristics, such as "corrective" surgeries and hrt. i am deeply fucking suspicious of any dyadic trans person that uses those terms exactly the same as described above, even moreso if they do so bc "all gender is coercive".

like. yeah. that's true. but you use these terms to erase and overtake intersex discussions on the medical abuse of intersex infants. and i cant help but wonder why you would feel the need to do that.

[omaano]

"Cassian's face is a brittle thing, no person's eyes should shine as painfully tearful as his. Kino offers his hand and Cassian - bright as the sun, steady as a roc, fluid as water Cassian - accepts it with shaking fingers. He tells Kino everything."

Art for we're spitting off the edge of the world by Xenomorphic for the 2024 Star Wars Big Bang @swbigbang. It is an amazing Canon Divergence Fix-it fic from one of the most memorable moments of Andor onwards, with beautiful prose that fits the mood of the show so so well and will make you feel just as deeply for these characters. Please give it a read and heap some love on my team's amazing and hardworking author, they were such a delight to work with!❤️

[steelycunt]

left side paragraph arrangement is evil and sickening and foul right side paragraph arrangement is perfect contentment blue skies & birds chirping & somewhere a gentle babbling brook can anybody hear me

[vee-lociraptor]

the amount i read short malevolent fanfiction people post on here and almost cry is frankly getting concerning

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

ohhh the whole vibe is completely different!! bojan's voice sounds incredible, the bass slaps, jan on keys nearly made me cry, the whole instrumentals are amazing i loved it!

if anyone wants to listen it's still available here

[the-casbah-way]

i do kind of hate the fact that not only do we never get representation for gay relationships between hypermasculine men but when we do the fandom always has to babygirlify one of them to the point where they’re completely unrecognisable because no one can seem to wrap their head around the fact that masculine men can be gay

[sysig]

Nice healthy obsession you got there (Patreon)

[ennaih]

Every Film I Watch In 2023:

185. Gulmohar (2023)

[call-me-oracle]

barbara gordon in detective comics #1040

bonus:

[kifu]

Sometimes I go back to read what I've written ... and damn I can be a good writer. Just saying.

[scrollonso]

hey so i did not need to read this and now im not happy i saw the cooldown room video i'm distraught.

[youchangedmedestiel]

I was in the shower when my brain did this thing: it got inspiration.

So I'm asking you, did someone invented lyrics about those two idiots in love on this song?

Because I thought about it and - man, I never wrote a single fucking song in my life, I don't even know where to start, but - I might do it.

I don't have any clue about what the lyrics might be, like at all, and if I think about it while listening to the song I might cry myself to death.

Please tell me someone did it already so I won't have to and also I want to listen to it if it exists.

(Sorry for the gif with desperate!Dean)

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Against my better judgement I’ve acquired two new books from Ollie’s: Coriolanus by William Shakespeare and Empire Games by Charles Stross (which I didn’t know was a series when I got it lol whoopsie… I usually don’t read series; but this is classic-style dystopian sci-fi with time travel so it’s a little different).