#the clansman

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Iron Maiden - The clansman

[comerhastamorir]

FREEEEDDDOOOMM!!

[rwpohl]

[theshadowrealmitself]

I always like to think of scenarios of Uchihas and Senjus from like. the warring clan era. getting transported to the present time (which in these scenarios is like a bit after shippuden time except I completely ignore canon and make my own stuff up) to live there permanently (time travel shenanigans that don’t change the time stream) just cause of all the misunderstandings that would happen due to their worldview from their time

Mainly I like to think about Naruto and Sasuke sparring in front of them because Sasuke wants to show off in front of his clan and Naruto is always down to spar, but like always with these two, they can’t stop themselves from going all out and the clans interfere thinking they’re actually trying to kill each other

And then Sasuke, because he always does this, does that thing where he puts his body in front of Naruto to protect him and won’t let his clan hurt him, and they’re all like “are they…together? is that good for us? like a political marriage thing?” because they can’t comprehend that Senju and Uchiha politics just straight up don’t exist anymore

Is that what would actually happen? Probably not! But I love the idea of them seeing Tsunade and Naruto and thinking of Naruto as like essentially heir to the Senju and Uzumaki clan, and some of them are like “should we get Sasuke and Naruto together to ensure peace between the clans?” and the other half is like “should we keep them away from each other so nothing happens (cause you know some of them would be suspicious of one of them) to ensure peace between our clans?”

[ridiasfangirlings]

So, I've been thinking about SaruMi. What if they reconciled, but nobody really knew and one day they were fighting but it was more flirtatious to them but the others saw it as their regular fighting but then someone (not in either of their clans) decided to try to fight one of them (Misaki) and the other (Saruhiko) got very protective of them? (and vice-versa)

Everyone is so used to their normal fighting being full of sexual tension that when they’re actually flirting it doesn’t look different enough that anyone can tell. Imagine post-ROK they’ve reconciled and started dating but they’re keeping it low key for now, like the main members of S4 and Homra and their respective alphabet squads know but no one else does. Even though they’re dating this doesn’t stop them from the usual arguing and occasional fight whenever someone gets in the other’s way. One day Fushimi is handling a Strain issue with some of the S4 new recruits when Yata shows up because Homra was also going after the same Strain. They start arguing and Yata’s all listen you asshole don’t make me beat you up, Fushimi grins all bring it on Misaki I’ll have you begging for me to stop. 

Yata laughs and moves like he’s going to tackle Fushimi (which was actually intended as his ‘subtle’ way of being unable to keep his hands off Fushimi) when he’s suddenly knocked away by one of the S4 new recruits. This is one of the Strains who decided to join S4 and maybe Fushimi once helped them out too before they joined, they were so excited to be patrolling with him today only to see him get ‘attacked’ by a Homra member. The S4 recruit tries to ask if Fushimi’s okay but they’re already being pushed away as Fushimi goes to check on Yata. The recruit nervously asks if Fushimi’s okay and Fushimi clicks his tongue, coldly telling the recruit to go back to the vans. The poor recruit is all confused, like they were just trying to help, and Fushimi again snaps at them to get back to the vans and start writing their report. (Later on the rest of the recruits join them and mention how Fushimi-san was very vigorously checking Homra’s Yatagarasu for injuries and the recruit wonders if they missed something after all.)

Another day imagine they end up fighting kinda near Yata’s workplace. Fushimi is on official business again and Yata’s annoyed with him for always interrupting wherever Yata works, like couldn’t you have gotten this guy away from my work because the Strain messed up the delivery Yata was carrying for the shop. Fushimi blithely says that S4 will  reimburse him and Yata’s like that doesn’t help, Fushimi smirks and wonders if Yata’s going to punish him for it. Yata’s like grabbed Fushimi by the collar and Fushimi moves in very close, one hand slipping under Yata’s shirt, when he’s suddenly pulled away by someone. Yata stares blankly as one of his coworkers tells him to run, he saw this guy had a knife and it looked like he was going for under Yata’s shirt. Yata’s all ‘um…about that…’ when he notices that Fushimi got thrown pretty roughly and is nursing a bruise on his arm. Yata runs right past his concerned coworker, immediately fussing over Fushimi like how do you not know how to catch yourself when someone grabs you like that. Fushimi clicks his tongue and mutters that he was distracted, Yata sighs like yeah I’ll bet. Fushimi is being all needy wanting Yata to take care of his bruise while Yata acts all exasperated but fond and meanwhile his coworker is just staring at them blankly like um do you guys need some privacy or…?.

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

What if he crept up right behind you and whispered with the huskiest of voices right in your ear:

"Haven't seen you since last year."

[randomwriteronline]

It’s no secret that Warden Gaeric is not keen on outsiders.

Communities as sheltered as the Hisuian clans tend to produce two types of people, after all - those who long for openings on the world, suffocated by monotony, and those who want nothing but to preserve the frail jewel of their heritage by hiding it from outside threats. Gaeric belongs to the latter, or at the very least has been taught to think as such: he can see the improvements contact between people can bring, but he fears the sound of the vastness he doesn’t know might drown out the voice of his native dialect.

Nobody batted an eye when he did not trust the Freak Of The Mountain when he was first brought to the settlement.

It’s also no secret that Warden Gaeric broadened his shoulders and chest so that it could better hold his heart, and no surprise at all that he did not hesitate to jump into the ice cave where the Alpha Froslass had near frozen the poor thing to death for her Snorunts to feed upon, his Glalie almost snapping her in half with his jaws as he rushed the delirious man to his home.

By the time the Freak was all warmed up, full of Aspear berries, and no longer at risk of losing his life, the warden had given himself no choice but to grow fond of him. Maybe in part helped by how the foreigner had curled around him in his fever, calling out for his uncle almost in tears.

Gaeric had even insisted he be allowed to keep his old clothes once he was welcomed as part of the Clan; although he too had been piqued by the man’s stubborn opposition at the request of getting rid of them, he understood the comfort they could bring him as mementos - reminders of a place, a home, somewhere and someone to belong in even when the memory of it all failed to reach him, like the unsteady whistling of a melody from childhood.

It’s no secret that Ingo - Warden Ingo, now - thinks very positively of Gaeric, too.

For saving his life, certainly, for understanding his melancholy - but for simpler reasons too, like being polite, and being quite the wrestling partner, and returning his greetings every time they meet. It sounds a bit silly that he would count something like that on almost the same grounds of nursing him back to health, but he is instistent that even such seemingly unimportant things are part of what he appreciates about the other warden.

Then again, he’s a loud, peculiar man; so it’s quite normal that he thinks in strange ways.

It’s not that well-known, however, that yesterday Gaeric pulled Ingo to the back of his hut by the hand, and pressed his lips to his cheek with a smile, muttering something sweet while holding his fingers. And it’s not that well-known that Ingo held his gaze down and buried his stoic face between his hat and the collar of his coat, as if he were as red as a Magby, and murmured something back.

And if somebody did see that (and if the two were to find out that they were seen they would be so very awfully embarassed) - well, they know whoever the wardens kiss is not their business, and they shouldn’t tell.

At least, not to Irida.

[cxnsolatio]

TAG DROP!!

CHARACTER & GROUP TAGS

✚ | ❝ you're standing in the wings ; there you wait for the curtain to fall ❞ { c / donquixote doflamingo }

✚ | ❝ silent screams laughing here ; dying to tell you the truth ❞ { c / donquixote rosinante }

✚ | ❝ not alone with a dream / just a want to be free ; with a need to belong / i am the clansman ❞ { c / monkey d. luffy }

✚ | ❝ teach me the art of war ; for i shall bring more than you bargained for ❞ { c / roronoa zoro }

✚ | ❝ but brutus wasn't kind / wasn't strawberries that were red ; he wasn't cutting bread ❞ { c / eustass kid }

✚ | ❝  just for a second a glimpse of my father I see ; and in a movement he beckons to me ❞ { c / usopp }

✚ | ❝ i see the ghosts of navigators but they are lost / as they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost ❞ { c / brook }

✚ | ❝ but a ghost lives in my veins ; silent the terror that reigned marbled in stone ❞ { c / sanji }

✚ | ❝ nowhere left to run ; navigator's son / chasing rainbows all my days ❞ { c / bepo }

✚ | ❝ face up ; make your stand / and realise you're living in the golden years ❞ { c / shachi }

✚ | ❝ say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death / hello to eternity and live for every breath ❞ { c / penguin }

✚ | ❝ can i tempt you? come with me / be devil may care ; fulfill your dream ❞ { c / ikkaku }

✚ | ❝ unknowingly blessed and as his life unfolds / slowly unveiling the power he holds ❞ { c / tony tony chopper }

✚ | ❝ you watch the world exploding every single night ; dancing in the sun / a newborn in the light ❞ { c / nico robin }

✚ | ❝ they dared to go, where no one would try / they chose to fly where eagles dare ❞ { g / straw hat pirates }

✚ | ❝ when it comes to the time are we partners in crime? when it comes to the time ; we'll be ready to die ❞ { g / heart pirates }

OTHER TAGS

✚ | ❝ and the ship it sinks like lead into the sea / and the hermit shrives the mariner of his sins ❞ { v / contemporary }

✚ | ❝ we fly a flag in some foreign earth ; we sailed away like our fathers before ❞ { v / ??? }

✚ | ❝ can i play with madness? the prophet stared at his crystal ball ❞ { crack }

[daily-somethingorother]

04: Been watching my older sister play Tears of The Kingdom so have a quick Yiga before I go backyard camping

[laurent-ofvere]

When do you think Laurent fell in love with Damon?

hi!! I was completely bananas a few years ago and would basically write essays on my capri thoughts lmao so here's an unneceserelly long post on this

[dirtylittlesecret15]

Seri Awashima

Blue clansman/ Scepter 4

Age: 22 years

Sign: Virgo

[hotelbooking]

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[ridiasfangirlings]

I know there are only 7 Kings but what if!!

What if because Saruhiko has both blue and red auras, they fuse together and make purple and he becomes a new King! The 8th King the purple king! How would he react to that?

Imagine this just….happens, he would literally be so angry about it XD Like imagine this happens some time around the post-MK pre-ROK era, because Kokujouji is no longer around to keep the Slate in check its power starts to go a little wild and that’s what leads to the creation of a new King. Munakata has been doing his best to suppress the Slate but there’s only so much within his power and he can’t spend all his time in the chamber of the Slate anyway. At some point Fushimi ends up cornered by like some jungle users, just ending up in a precarious position — oh, or maybe he ran into Yata who was in a precarious position and Fushimi jumps in to assist despite himself. He claims this isn’t for Misaki, Fushimi has been hunting down the Greens all on his own and these guys look like they may have some information. Yata’s been injured and can’t really fight back so Fushimi is handling this all on his own even though he’s outnumbered and he starts using both powers, Red and Blue. He vaguely notices that his powers seem to be acting oddly but doesn’t really register it, not until he’s cornered and out of knives and suddenly he feels this power surging through him.

I feel like Fushimi’s initial reaction would be ‘oh fuck this,’ he definitely never wanted to be a King himself. He would probably assume at first that he’s become the Colorless King, which makes it all the more surprising that his powers and Sword of Damocles have a distinct purple tint. Munakata would probably be particularly intrigued by this, he takes Fushimi with him to the chamber of the Slate and realizes that they now have an eighth King. I imagine Munakata being like as expected, you truly are talented Fushimi-kun and Fushimi rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue, he didn’t want to be this kind of talented. Maybe Fushimi being a new King even causes issues beyond just his existence, like because he awakened as a fusion of Red and Blue both Anna and Munakata have been weakened as a result — or possibly even just Munakata, because Fushimi’s Red belonged to Mikoto, and it’s a problem because Munakata was their strongest shield against the Green King’s movements. This does however stabilize Munakata’s Weismann levels some, so it’s like a trade off that possibly Fushimi’s helped to stave off Munakata’s impending Damocles Down but in exchange Munakata is weaker and Fushimi’s own levels are likely unstable right from the beginning due to his mental state.  

This leads to questions about what happens going forward, when Shiro finally shows up in ROK I imagine he would want to study Fushimi right away. Hisui meanwhile is obviously aware of the new King and is adjusting his plans accordingly, while Fushimi is a new King and still coming into his powers it’s surely a problem, that the other side now has four Kings to Hisui and Iwafune’s two. Hisui remembers Fushimi though and thinks it could be beneficial to have another King on his side, so now he’s trying to sneakily get Fushimi onto his side. Fushimi is also still dealing with understanding and controlling his powers, imagine Anna and Munakata both trying to help him. Munakata idly wonders if Fushimi will find his own clansmen and Fushimi clicks his tongue, not wanting to admit that there’s perhaps someone he would like as his clansman but he knows that person would never agree. He probably doesn’t think anyone would, why would anybody at all want to follow a person like him, and it’s just adding to his already high levels of stress which in turn badly affects his Weismann levels.

[theblueflower05]

Just a Little Taste

A/N: Welp. Somehow my breeding/breastfeeding kinks manifested themselves into a story. I wrote this sky high on painkillers and I am a little in love with the whole premise. @tiredmamaissy -I hope more than anything that you enjoy this. You deserve all of the goodness on this site. Your Masterlist is my personal spank bank lol

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: This story is Filthy. Smut with very little plot. Breastfeeding. Pussy Eating. Slight mommy kink if you squint. Very pregnant reader getting pleasured, because pregnant beings can still be sexual. Aged up!Neteyam

You are responsible for cultivating your own online experience, please do not interact if any of these tags are triggering to you. Minors DNI.

Summary: You’re eight months pregnant with Neteyams child, and after a long day, you both need a little relief. Neteyam x Human! Reader

"Sugar, Honey, Iced Tea

Bumble-bee on the scene.

Yeah, I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie"

- See You Again, Tyler the Creator ft Kali Uchis

Life in the village is always busy. Constantly bustling with life and movement as everyone; human scientist, Avatar and Na’vi alike, rush to keep things afloat.

High Camp is so different then Home Tree had been, the rage of war adding a constant edge to long days and restless nights. You miss the comfort of a slow life, of hazy days down in the jungle. The jagged cliffs of the Hallelujah Mountains still don’t quite feel like home to you.

Still, you go about your daily duties.

Being a Pandoran raised human had always given you a different insight, the two massively different cultures you we’re brought up in clashing and mending to create a skill set that was like no other- it had taken many years of painful trial and error to find your place within the Omiticaya, but healing had always come naturally.

Both holistic and surgical alike. You’d spent years shadowing Mo’at and learning the ancient herbal ways of the people, while well as taking advantage of the many PHD toting scientist back at Hell’s Gate. Medicine had no boundaries, was a way for you to feel close to both sides of yourself. To broach the gap between human and clansman.

You find your skills being needed more than ever. The ever constant raids against the RDA means your hands are rarely idle, forever in movement as you tend to the wounded. Some days you sit in the big Healers Tent with Mo’at and the other Taskarem, and others you’re in the makeshift Medi Bay, which is really more of an Avatar Pod Trailer turned OR, with the handful of human surgeons.

The long hours spent on your feet leave you sore and exhausted, but you have to pull your weight.

Even if said weight is far heavier than usual as of late-

“Y/N” you’re broken out of your thoughts by Max- as he enters the trailer with a holo-tab in hand and a concerned look in his dark eyes “What are you still doing here?”

“I was just finishing up inventory- our antibiotic stock is back way up. Jake was right, those helicopter raids were more than worth it” you’d sorted out the tiny vials of vital medicine by hand, not wanting any to be misplaced or mislabeled.

“You don't think maybe you should head home?” He continues and you sigh.

You miss your tent, and the soft bed of furs that lay inside the secure warm flaps. And the man that waits for you inside of the patchwork leather walls-

“I’m fine” you assure. And really, you are.

It's a fact you have to keep reminding people of.

Yes, you’re as big as a Strumbeast, but you are no less competent. No less able bodied.

Pregnancy is one of the most natural parts of life, a base staple in all’s existence. There are plenty of pregnant Omiticaya women who were expected to play their roles, even as the battle raged outside the safety of the mountain cave system.

It was the nature of your pregnancy that was more…fragile then average. Inside your womb grew a child that would be the first of it’s kind. A scientific mystery: no one had even known it was possible for Na’vi and humans to procreate.

And yet all of the evidence now lies under your shirt. Your stomach round and pronounced, full of growing life.

Full of the love between you and the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son.

Neteyam had left his permanent mark on you. Had part of himself growing inside of you. The thoughts we’re enough to make your knees buckle if you focused on them too hard.

“You’ve been here since 6am, you really should get some rest. Take one of the empty bunks if you want. Have you checked your blood pressure-”

You’re a grown woman. You’re not going to huff and puff and roll your eyes, but fuck, do you want to.

Everyone was so overbearing lately.

Norm and Max we’re constantly breathing down your neck; “The baby has a different growth rate then a human child, we need to monitor the way that your body is responding” Followed closely by Jake who watches you with sharp eagle like eyes and Neytiri, who used to all but ignore your presence, constantly checking in on you throughout the day. Mo’at’s always poking and prodigy, and Kiri almost always has her hands on you in some way shape or form.

You are glad for the support, happy that this baby would be so loved.

But really, you missed being treated like the competent, independent woman you knew you we’re.

“My blood pressure is fine. I thought since we ruled out preeclampsia we weren’t going to worry about it anymore” you know that it’s not going to silence his worry, but still. You can try.

Max goes on one of his science mambo jumbo spiels, and by the end of it you’re waddling out of the lab and back to your hut, annoyed as shit but placating your pseudo father figure all the same. Only a month and a half mor of this and then things could go back to normal.

Everything had just…changed so quickly.

You 're a caretaker by nature. Caring for others is easy, feels right. You’d tucked the much older scientists into bed when you we’re just a pre-teen. Made dinners. Looked out for Spider and the other Sully’s-

And the role reversal still didn't quite sit right with you. Your control freak ways didn't do well with not being the one in charge- you’d been stripped of your title so to speak. You we’re supposed to relax into your new role, enjoy being doted over before the nine month’s we’re over.

You and Neteyam’s shared tent is in the centered in the cave, close to his families, but standing on its own. As private as anyone could get in the busy, close quartered camp. The walls of the hut are familiar, adorned with your combined belongings. Cozy and familiar.

You shimmy free of your confining bra, step out of your cargo pants, then toe off your boots, releasing your swollen sock covered feet with a groan before collapsing into your well loved bed, the soft blankets and familiar scent of your mate lulling you into a deep state of peace.

It’s kind of wild how quickly you can fall asleep these days. Growing a little person from scratch tends to burn a lot of energy and the moment you relax, you’re out like a light.

You don't wake up, even when the horns are sounded for the return of the War Party.

Not when Neteyam makes his way through the camp and enters the tent. He’s wearty, grime covered and hunched over. He only softens when he sees you, tucked safely, into his bed. Your eyes still closed and face still scrunched up as he strips out of his battle band and shin covers. He’s quiet, washing off with the large freshwater basin in the corner before making his way over to his much-missed bed mat.

It isn't until he's crawled under the blankets and wiggled his way as close to you as possible that you begin to stir. His large cat like snout nuzzles into the vulnerable crevice of your neck, chuffing hot breaths against the smooth skin.

You’re not upset at him for waking you up, a drowsy half alert smile stretches over your lips as your hands run up his strong back. Gently working the tense muscles.

He gets so greedy when he comes back from the War runs. He needs to be comforted, to be held and you are all too willing to comply.

Everyone else infantiles you now, and yeah, Neteyam could get a little intense and overprotective, but your relationship had always worked because you were the one person in all of Pandora that babied the future chief.

He was such a sweet man, with so much responsibility on his plate. You loved nothing more than holding him in your arms. Letting him release any and all tension because you had him. You, a tiny soft skinned human, were the barrier between him and the ruthless world.

You’d be such a great mother to his children. His hind brain purrs at the thought. That even through all of the controversy, he knows he’d chosen the right mate. Little and fierce, he hopes the baby is just like you.

“Are you okay?” You ask, tone hushed in the darkness of the tent. The only light coming from the small dying embers of the firepit in the center of the space. Hypnotic shadows dance along the canvas walls and Neteyam's breathing grows shallow as he sinks into it.

The way you smell. The way your heart beats, strong against his cheek. The way your plump body feels so good under his wandering hands. He hadn't been okay, just moments ago. He was delirious, so sick of the fighting that he felt ill with it.

But how could any of those bad feelings exist when he had you waiting for him? Ready to welcome him into your body, your heart, your mind. He doesn't think he could survive without knowing the solace of your love.

“I’m okay, narlor(beauty). Just missed you” he mutters, still trying to dig his face deeper into your skin. He wants to escape inside of you, you chuckle at his futile attempts to mend you both into one entity. His large palms rest against your bloated belly, tenderly and your heart flutters “Missed you both so much”

Being so loved is overwhelming.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

“I missed you, my sweet baby. I missed you all day” you assure him with the words you know he needs to hear. “Our son here thought it would be fun to jump on his sa’nok’s bladder all day. It was like was playing the wokau(pendulum drum) all day long- I spent hours in running back and forth to the bathroom”

Neteyam's laugh is deep and rich. Thoroughly pleased to listen to your stories of your day, eager to hear every minute detail. Desperate to drown out visions of blood and gun smoke with your voice.

“Ah, you have to be nice to your momma, little one” he chastises the bump, raising your shirt over your head, wanting that flimsy barrier gone. His lips trail over the tight skin of your bulging belly as he speaks to his child.

Your son, still safe inside your soft body, knows his fathers voice already. Recognizes that slightly accented cadence, and squirms inside of you happily.

Neteyam usually speaks strictly in Na’vi to your unborn child-

“He needs to know the language of our people, first and foremost”

-he’ll spend hours whispering his mother tongue into your flesh. It always leaves you boneless and shaking. Feeling so special and cared for. Na’vi, though your second language, is familiar to you. You’re fluent in the language- but fuck. The way your mate speaks it is the most beautiful thing. It’s musical, he tells sprawling stories with his colorful words.

There is one English he’s very fond of though. Every time it leaves his plush mouth it makes you grin, sharp. Knowingly.

“Are you gonna be nice to momma, Neteyam?” you question him after a while. His ears quirk, swiveling on his head and his tale flicks once, in obvious excitement.

You know what he’s wanted, ever since he woke you up by nuzzling at your chest. Ever since he peeled off your top and left your heavy breasts bare. Did he think you missed the way his golden gaze would flick to them, eyeing them hungrily.

He needs this as much as you do, but as usual, your sweet boy is too selfless to ask. Won't trouble you with his wants unless you bring it up first.

You reach for his big hand that rests on your belly, and drag it to where you need him. His palm enveloping your tits, the rough callus’s catching on your sensitive nipple just right-

Your pregnancy had been different than regular humanoid pregnancies. Your body worked hard, thrown into overdrive in an attempt to keep up with the fast growing fetus in your womb. You’d started lactating months ago, far earlier then normal. Your breasts firm, full with milk. Ready to feed the child that had not yet come into the world.

At first it had been both painful and embarrassing. You had no child to drink what you were producing and the other breastfeeding women in the tribe we’re hesitant to feed their babies your tawtute(human) milk. Already over emotional due to the hormone change, you’d wept at the fact that you had no one to give what your body readily made.

The fact that you couldn't be a bigger part of your community due to your human heritage, combined with the intense pain that came from having backed up ducts had been too much,

Eventually you’d turned to Neteyam, both your eyes and shirt soaking wet. Begged him to help you. And of course, as always, he did.

It should be awkward, or shameful- but connecting with him on any level is something you cherish. Why would this be any different?

“I’m always nice to you, aren't I, love?” Neteyam gruffs as he gently works at the breast in his hands. Its firm and full of milk, his mouth waters “Do they hurt again?”

“Mhmm” you whine pathetically, and you’re not lying. The skin of your chest is now marred by stretch marks and you’d had to stuff precious, hard to come by toilet paper down your bra all day to keep them from spilling over “They’re so full, Nete”

“Oh” He hums, thumbing at your nipple “Poor momma, I’ll help you. Don't worry” his lips are wet against your skin as he kisses his way to your breast, his tongue peeking out to circle your puffy nipple. A pearlescent drop of milk tops the rosy bud and he groans as it hits his taste buds.

He tells you that you taste good, often. The juices of your pussy, your spit soaked kisses. He’s always been greedy for it, his tongue bullying its way into your holes, desperate for your essence. Your milk is just as delicious as the rest of you.

It quickly goes from kitten licking, wide wet stripes against your pebbled nipple to sucking your big breast as far into his mouth as he could. Careful of his fangs as he gorges himself on your flesh.

He’s loudly appreciative as he suckles on your nipple. Grunting and humming and moaning at the flavor. Your arms come around him, cradling his head to your bosom because it feels so good. Having him this close, knowing that he'd do anything to take care of you. That he truly loved the way you tasted-

Many people thought you and Neteyam would never last. It was lust, they’d claim. Curiosity. A childhood friendship that would fizzle out eventually. Na’vi needed Tsaheylu, it was the lifeblood of all their relationships. Why would the much desired future Olo’eyktan stay with you if he couldn't even properly bond you?

While you couldn't deny that there we’re doubt filled moments that you yourself wondered why he’d chosen you and stayed so loyal to you…you still felt your own form of connection to him. While you’d love to make that sacred bond with him, you didn't feel any less close to your mate.

You never thought that you could be so intertwined with another being.

As Neteyam takes his fill from your breast, you massage the base of his Kuru, firm enough that it makes him hiss. You have no special braid of your own, but he’s always been very free with his when it comes to you.

You can do with as you please. Stroke it. Lick it. Massage it. Hell, he’d even let you touch glowing pink tendrils at the end of it before. Let you feel his exposed nerves, so vulnerable and raw in your hands that he had shed tears as you explored.

Nothing was taboo in your relationship. There was no space undiscovered between you.

Your bodies we’re so very different, and yet you knew his like the back of your hand. All of the strong muscles and hard sinew. The cobalt expanse of his skin didn't have one blemish that you haven't memorized. You could point out his striped pattern in a sea of other Na’vi.

And he knows you right back.

Loves to dig his fingers into your doughy hips, into your pillowy thighs. Your wide ass and ample chest. He loves your form, goes crazy for all of your alien curves. He never cared for your human modesty, he’d wanted to part your ass cheeks and stare at plump of your pussy for as long as he could remember. Wanted to strip you of all of those clothes and just stare.

The fact that he gets to do just that, for the rest of your lives, is his favorite, favorite thing.

You watch him eagerly as he slowly nurses. You can't get enough of the sight of him, his hollowed cheeks, the bob of his throat as he swallows your free flowing milk. He's so strong, his muscles flex in the dim light. All of that strength, and yet he’s so very gentle with you, his rough tongue laving at your sore buds every couple minutes. Soothing and tickling you all the same.

You giggle at a particularly quick swipe, letting out a small squeal as Neteyam’s tongue plays with the flesh in his mouth. His eyes peek open, glittering with mirth and low boiling heat as he meets your gaze. Whin his lips split into a smile, a dribble of translucent white milk escapes. Trickles down from the corners of his lips.

Heat pulses between your legs and you know he can smell how aroused you are.

Neteyam has always been able to turn you on without even trying. A well spoken word, or even a pointed look could get you running your thighs together. All desperate to get him alone and put your hands all over him.

You hate that you cant kiss him the way you want to, your Exo Mask, while necessary to your survival can be suck a fucking menace sometimes.

Your thumb traces his lips, the ones you want pressed against your own so bad. You rub the spilled milk from his chin. Cleaning him up in a way that's so simple, and so beyond erotic.

He breaks eye contact first, like he just can't look at you anymore. His brows all scrunched up, his chest raising and falling rapidly. He releases your sloppy nipple, completely covered in his saliva, and presses his face against the damp skin. Making a sound of distress.

Your fingernails skritch at his scalp, tangled in his many braids “What is it, baby?”

“I wanna fuck you so bad. Eywa, do you even smell yourself, Y/N? So good. I have to-”

“Yeah, yeah, okay” You nod, agreeing blindly. He can have whatever he wants.

“Fuck you hard, though. Gotta pound you. I know I shouldn't but it’ll be alright, huh? Won't hurt the baby?” his face is still buried in your skin, you cant even see his expression as he pleads for your pussy. It makes you so hot.

You push at his chest, needing him to get off of you for just a moment. He’s heavy as shit, a dead weight- doesn't really move until you're pouting and demanding for him to just give you a little space.

Enough that you can wiggle out of your panties and spread your thighs wide for him. Your swollen, sticky pussy on display for your mate.

His nostrils flare, and his thin tail whips wildly behind him.

When he swings your thick thighs up onto his broad shoulders, you let out a low, appreciative moan.

“Such a good boy for momma” you praise him the way the people praise the Great Mother. The cradle of your thighs a sanctuary where you both come to worship.

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Welp, I should be finishing up Part Three of First Love/Late Spring or plotting out future installments of The Sweetest Sylaung, but here I am writing nursing filth. Lol I truly have zero regrets, this story was so very self fulfilling(even though it partially came from a request). I hope you guys enjoyed though

As mentioned many times before, requests are currently open. Please send in all that good shit. I could use a good distraction from real life!

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

"Ha. Serves you well, Wanderer."

"... Hold on."

[thesimline]

1500s MEN - LOOKBOOK

By the 1500s we start to see the broad and square silhouette come into fashion for men. This impressive shape was achieved through the use of over-the-top sleeves, balloon-like pants and overcoats made from layers upon layers of billowing fabric. Wealth and status were communicated through rich fabrics and opulent ornamentation, with some English and French lords even bankrupting themselves to pay for these wardrobes.

You can find more of my historical content here:

1300s ✺ 1400s ✺ 1500s ✺ 1600s ✺ 1700s

OUTFIT RESOURCES

King: Crown | Hair (Dream Home Decorator) | Facial Hair | Outfit | Right Rings (TSR) | Left Ring

Noble: Hat | Hair | Facial Hair | Ruff (TSR) | Outfit | Sash | Left Ring (TSR) | Hose | Shoes (City Living)

Courtier: Hat | Hair | Facial Hair (Eco Lifestyle) | Cloak | Outfit | Sword

Page: Hair | Outfit | Cloak | Hose | Shoes (City Living)

Bowman: Helmet | Hair (Moschino) | Facial Hair | Outfit | Quill | Shoes

Halberdier: Hat | Hair (TSR) | Facial Hair | Ruff | Top | Pants | Sword & Dagger | Hose | Halberd (TSR) | Shoes (Spa Day)

Clansman: Hat | Hair (Eco Lifestyle) | Beard | Cloak (TSR) | Top (TSR) | Kilt | Shoes (TSR)

Merchant: Hat | Hair | Facial Hair | Outfit | Right Rings (TSR) | Left Ring (TSR) | Belt

Artisan: Hat | Hair (High School Years) | Facial Hair | Coat | Necklace (TSR) | Outfit | Shoes (Get Famous)

Shopkeeper: Hat | Hair | Facial Hair | Necklace | Top | Gloves | Pants | Hose | Shoes (Get To Work)

Citizen: Hat | Hair (retired - direct download) | Facial Hair | Outfit

Workman: Hat | Hair (retired - direct download) | Facial Hair (TSR) | Outfit | Hose (TSR) | Shoes (Base Game)

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