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ronwestbreeze · 1 year ago

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you're gonna go far | 9

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x tsu'tey x fem!human! reader summary: a scientist arrives on pandora (unwillingly) a year after the exile of the rda. now she must deal with the likes of a clan leader, a great warrior, and a thanator rider. word count: 6.3k warnings: mentions of suicide (not explicit!)

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Tsu’tey remembered when he first came back from death.

It was like clawing out of the ground and feeling as though there was dirt filling his lungs. He remembered Arvok hugging him and crying into his shoulder when he found him awake. He remembered his father sitting nearby and quietly thanking the Great Mother for this second chance, for this mercy, even though they didn’t deserve it. He remembered his mother calling him a gift and that Eywa favored him, that he was the true and chosen Olo’eyktan to the People. Like he was some type of god that Eywa created herself.

He remembered feeling so horrible that his mother didn’t even see him as her son anymore. But a god of sorts. An idol to look to.

Someone so perfect that no one, not even a demon or the daughter of a “simple” Tsahik deserved his attention or praise.

The People celebrated once they learned that Tsu’tey had survived the battle, even when all the odds were against him. In a way, they looked to him as some sort of god too. Not to the extent that Artsut did but idolized him, nonetheless. Tsu’tey remembered feeling frozen as if he were turned to stone, hardened into an empty vessel.

He didn’t feel like himself. He just felt exhausted.

All. The. Time.

And no matter what he did, that exhaustion or feeling of wanting to sleep for a long, long time, never left him. He was just stuck in this state where he was both living but half buried in the ground.

It wasn’t until Tsu’tey confessed to what he was feeling to Jake who then put everything he felt into words that he could not—still couldn’t—quite understand.

“It’s a common thing we humans feel,” Jake explained once when it was just the two of them in the middle of the night.

Sitting in a tree, watching a lively celebration far below. That world seemed so far away at the time. And it was then that Tsu’tey felt like the god his mother praised him to be. Disconnected from the world that he so cherished but watched over them with a protective heart.

“That exhaustion, truthfully, that probably won’t ever go away. This depression can wear us down until all we want to do is sleep without worrying about waking up. Living doesn’t feel the same anymore. Almost like it’s a burden to both you and everyone around you. And then comes the exhaustion.”

Tsu’tey stared at Jake, both thoughtfully and to memorize every detail of the dreamwalker’s face. “Have you felt this?” It was the predictable question at the time. He seemed to know exactly what Tsu’tey felt, so much so, that it sounded as if he lived through—still went through this experience.

Humans were as peculiar as they were dangerous. They hid their feelings. They didn’t allow themselves the freedom to feel as if someone or something was holding them back. They were often birds trapped in a steel cage when the way out was right in front of their face.

That was a certain observation one would notice if they paid close attention. Tsu’tey paid Jake a lot of attention. Memorized his micro-expressions. Noted the way he hid behind an impenetrable wall with a single window he only allowed certain people to look through.

It’s what Tsu’tey imagined loving Jake would be like. Finding ways to climb over that wall to embrace that lonely soul on the other side.

Which was why he was keenly aware of the fact that Jake never answered his question. But instead said, “Many people don’t always have someone to keep them above the surface. That is why most end up drowning forever until they fall asleep. It’s okay to feel these things, even if they’re hard to acknowledge. And if you need to talk, I’m always here. I’m too human not to help you, even if you don’t approve of me.”

While Jake’s words were somewhat flowery and cautious in delivery, there was Neytiri, who grounded him with her very blunt words.

“You are not a god. You are Tsu’tey.”

She did not see him as a god. And he was grateful for that.

Perhaps that was why he so easily fell for her after the war. Or, rather accepted his feelings after forcing them back because of his guilt with Sylwanin.

You did not see him as a god.

And he was relieved by that.

Yet that relief would soon be buried beneath the horror of something else he saw whenever looking at you.

It was himself.

Half alive. And half buried in the ground.

And Tsu’tey had this strong urge to start digging at the ground with his bare fingers. Until his nails were filled with dirt. Until his clean skin was dirtied. Until they bled.

He owed you that much.

“That demon did this!” His mother, Artsut hissed while she knelt next to Arvok’s sleeping body in some form of protection. She stared up at him, pleading, desperate, and angry. “Will you let that creature run free like you did before? Look what that thing’s done! She’s hurt your blood! Be Olo’eyktan and exact punishment on the ones that hurt your family!”

“Reeds didn’t do this.” His mate, Jake protested calmly—as calmly as he could when it came to Artsut. His arms were wrapped around him so tightly his muscles twitched whenever he moved, tail lashing behind him as he continued. “Arvok had already explained what happened. The Tipani warriors were going for Hell’s Gate. Arvok had tried to stop them, they got pissed and injured him—”

“And who’s fault is that?!” Artsut snapped viciously, eerily resembling that of a palulukan. “If that demon hadn’t landed here none of this would be happening!” She turned her fiery gaze onto Tsu’tey, her pleading becoming more adamant as she spoke. “You must kill it! This is your doing, you never should’ve let it live! And now our clan is in danger because of that creature—”

Jake scoffed, his tail swinging now, “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

Artsut hissed at him, “You do not deserve to speak, demon! I should have connived my son to kill you the first day you came to us—”

“Enough!” Tsu’tey hissed as he stalked forward and grabbed his mother by the arm.

“Tsu’tey—” She tried protesting only to be interrupted by his hiss.

“Be quiet, mother.” He led her out of his shared hut and went outside.

Once they were further away from the entrance, he let her arm go.

“My son—”

“No, mother.” Tsu’tey didn’t want to hear any excuses or laments that would make him feel awful for putting her in her place. “I’ve warned you and you’ve gone too far many times now. You are my mother, I do not wish to remove you from my children’s lives—”

She gasped and grabbed his wrist, “Do not be so cruel to your mother! You would prevent me from seeing my own grandchildren?!”

“You do not even accept the one son that I have!” Tsu’tey snapped but stopped when her eyes widened. He did not wish to shout. He did not wish for any more division. But she wasn’t making it any easier on him. So he continued slowly, “Jakesully is my mate. Neytiri is my mate. I will not allow you to keep disrespecting them. They are a part of my life, they make me happy. Shouldn’t that be what you wish for your own son? Do you not want me to be happy?”

Artsut scoffed in disbelief as if what he was saying were unbelievable, “Of course, I do. I wish for nothing but eternal happiness for my one and only boy—”

“I am not your only child.” He said gently, his heart falling. “Your son nearly died—”

“I know this! Do you think I do not know?!” Her eyes became glassy, her grip on his wrist tightening. “But know this, son. I do want your happiness. That is what any mother wants for her children.”

Tsu’tey watched her with a frown. He wished, he really wished he could believe her. Maybe a part of him did—wanted to. But he couldn’t help this unease in him whenever she was around him and his mates. He’d always feel her disapproval. No matter what flowery words she’d say, she would not change her opinion of Neytiri, Jake, Neteyam, and even their unborn little one.

But today he would not push any further. Today he was simply too tired.

“You should return to your home.” He told her and pulled his wrist free from her grasp. “Arvok will stay with us tonight—”

“Tsu’tey—”

“It is closer to the Tsahik’s where she can come and go freely to check on him.” He turned his back to her as the next words spilled out of his mouth like blood. “I do not want you near during that time. Or for a while. Not until I say you can come.”

There was a beat. And then there was sniffling. Tsu’tey refused to look at her. “You are abandoning your mother! You would do this to your own mother, who carried you for so long—” Tsu’tey ignored her words and ignored the pang in his chest as he forced himself to walk away. “It is that demon that has done this to us! They keep destroying everything we hold dear! If you will not kill it then I will—”

At that, Tsu’tey whirled around and stalked toward her as he spoke warningly, “You should be thanking Eywa that your son isn’t dead! You should be thanking our Great Mother that the demon had brought Arvok back instead of leaving him for dead! You should be thanking her that the arrow did not hit him but the demon instead! And yet here you are, plotting to kill Eywa’s favored!”

At this, Artsut scoffed, “Eywa would not favor a stain on her beautiful creation—”

“As Olo’eyktan I order you to stay away from the de…” He winced, not wanting to sound as venomous as his mother did. “—from the dreamwalker. I will carry out the will of Eywa as I intend to do. As this clan is intended to do. And because of that, she is under my protection now. She has saved my brother��your son. She has earned this right. You will leave her alone.”

“And what if I don’t?!” Artsut shouted as Tsu’tey turned his back away from her and began stalking back to his hut. “Will you punish your own mother?! Will you kill me?! Tsu’tey? Tsu’tey, answer me! Do not turn your back on me! Tsu’tey—”

Her cries continued to ring in his ears, making him tremble.

He did not feel like a god.

He just felt like a failure.

Failure of a son.

Failure of a mate.

Failure of a leader.

He did not return to his hut.

You were lost. That was fine.

To be honest, you weren’t even focusing enough to go where you wanted. Frankly, you weren’t even sure how to get to your mother’s burial from here. All you did was wander around until you were far enough from the clan, until all you were surrounded by was forest until your legs gave out to the point where you couldn’t walk anymore.

There was a large leaf nearby, big enough for you to duck under it and sink to the ground as it covered your head from the rain. There was still a bit of daylight out, so you had more than enough time to stay there. Because getting back up was going to be difficult.

And you weren’t even sure if you wanted to keep going.

Your mother’s songcord was dangling from your hands now as silent tears spilled down your cheeks. You cried. And cried. And cried. And cried. And cried. Until you were hallowed. Until you weren’t sure if there was anything left of you at this point.

God, you hadn’t cried in so long.

You were dead. Your real body was dead. That wasn’t even your choice either. You had been poisoned, you died, and now you were in a new body.

None of it had been your choice. You didn’t want this. If you had the choice—if it were really up to you—you would’ve let the poison kill you. Anything was better than living in this hell where everything just seemed to be against you.

No matter what you did to make your situation better, something always came along and tackled you back to the ground, pushing you further and further until you began sinking again.

Death could’ve ended all of that.

But even that choice was taken out of your hands.

You could’ve done it now.

You could’ve gone back to Hell’s Gate, grabbed your knife, and…

And—and—and—

For a moment, your mind was quiet as you stared at your mother’s songcord. As you stared at the bone that ended the string.

You were a coward.

Something rustled a few feet away from you. Your body froze and considered the sounds around you. The rustling continued, drawing a little too close for your comfort.

With that, you ducked from under the leaf and moved away from the sounds.

Because even if you somewhat wanted to die, you sure as hell knew it wouldn’t be at the hands of a palulukan.

No. You were just a coward.

Dying took bravery. And you didn’t feel too brave at the moment.

All you could do was stagger forward until you found something to latch onto. To take you away from this until you felt brave enough.

Until then, you kept wandering through the forest. Letting rain pour onto your already wet and somewhat matted hair.

You tugged at one of the locks and hummed to yourself. You should do your hair.

At that, you kept going until eventually you found a waterfall. By then the rain had finally let up, the air was cool, and the smell of rain stayed with you despite the downpour disappearing.

It would’ve been calming if you allowed it to be.

The area itself was beautiful even in this dreary weather. You found a rock just a few feet away from the mainland and jumped onto it. Sitting down with your legs crossed, you leaned over the edge a bit, staring back at your reflection in the water.

Well, you supposed you looked as horrible as you felt. Your hair was one of the main things contributing to that. The braid that Neytiri made was still intact but the rest of your hair was just a wild mess. It was beginning to mat together and form dreads.

So, not particularly happy with the look and wanting a good enough reason to distract your hands and mind, you began doing your hair.

Diving into the waters wasn’t a good idea considering your healing injuries. Instead, you ducked your head into the waters. It was nice. Feeling the cool water against your skin, waking you up slightly. You would’ve stayed like this for a while and you did, considering you could hold your breath for a while.

The tension in your muscles relaxed and right when you were feeling yourself being pulled to sleep, something yanked on your queue, bringing your head out of the water and causing you to fall onto your back.

“Ow!”

“Skxawng!” You looked up only to regret it when you found Tsu’tey scowling down at you. “What do you think you are doing?!”

You rolled your eyes and tugged your queue out of his grasp, “Obviously I came to drown myself. Congrats, you just saved the inconvenience.” Tsu’tey frowned, looking incredibly serious. You looked up at him and sighed, “I’m kidding. Do you guys not make depressing jokes now and then? Or is that only a human thing?”

He didn’t respond and you weren’t exactly waiting for one. Instead, you turned away from him and began parting your hair. You didn’t have a comb so running your hands through your thick curls was the best you could do for now. The best you could do at this point was take two strands and begin twisting them.

Tsu’tey appeared next to you, looming and watching you do your hair with a huff, “You’re doing that wrong.”

You glared, “I know how to do my own hair thank you.”

He didn’t move and you ignored him as you kept going with your hair. That was until you felt longer fingers wrap around yours and remove it from your hair.

“Hey—”

You felt his hands in your hair. Instantly, you went to yank yourself away from him only to stop when you felt his fingers move. It wasn’t rough or harsh, it was actually rather careful and precise. Any other day you would’ve shoved him away and told him to never touch your hair again but seeing as his braids were pretty neat and concise, you reconsidered.

Hell, maybe you’ve lost it. You were seriously letting Tsu’tey—the man who hated you the most—do your hair.

Maybe when you died you somehow went into a whole other universe. Yeah, that had to be it.

He was mumbling under his breath in Na’vi. You caught some words here and there like “humans” and “useless” a few times. But other than that his voice had been too quiet and quick for you to understand or at least translate some of the things he was saying.

Eventually, his hands disappeared from your hair. “There.” You watched as he stepped away from you to grab a bow from the ground, stretching his fingers, his face turned away from you so that you couldn’t see his expression.

You felt your hair to find some of it braided while the rest would’ve been left to mat together again. You tugged on it thoughtfully, perhaps you could let them turn into locs. It would be easier anyway. A lot more manageable considering you often forget to do your hair these days.

Next to you, Tsu’tey had also grabbed an arrow and approached the edge of the rock, pointing his bow down at a group of fish floating around the rock the both of you were on. You halfheartedly watched as the arrow flew into the water seconds later and hit one of the fish.

Absentmindedly you tugged on another braid as he went into the water to grab the arrow, “The Tsahik is looking for you.” He took the arrow from the water and yanked the fish off the tip. “She says you should not be up right now but resting. She is very upset at your disappearance.”

You didn’t respond. Tsu’tey looked back at you expectantly and you frowned, “So you came looking for me?”

A part of you was half-joking and half-annoyed when asking the question. You just wanted to be alone for a while. And dealing with Tsu’tey was the last thing you wanted right now.

“Yes,” Tsu’tey responded easily as he threw the dead fish to the spot next to you. You cringed away from it as he drew back another arrow. “And by the time I am done here, you will be coming with me to be checked by her.” You glared at the ground. A beat went by. “I will not take no for an answer. Your wounds are still healing—”

“Can we just, can we wait for a while?” You dropped your hands from your hair and into the waters. “I just—I need a place to breathe, okay? Back there, it’s just too suffocating. And I really don’t want to fight today. I’m too tired, so please…”

You didn’t look at him. But you did hear the arrow release and hit the water. Another beat went by. The waters slushed as he moved, “So you came here. For peace.”

It wasn’t a question but more of a statement like he understood it.

And reluctantly, you nodded in response.

For a while, you were quiet. Both of you. Tsu’tey grabbed the arrow and tossed the fish onto the rock. The water filled the silence, bringing you a sense of comfort in this long silence. You didn’t feel obligated to speak and Tsu’tey didn’t bother to conversate either. A big difference between him and Jake who would probably be talking your ear off with stupid jokes and infuriating jabs.

Not that it wouldn’t help a bit.

But right now, all you felt was exhaustion. Even Tsu’tey allowed himself to appear somewhat tired, at least from what you saw whenever his face was turned in your direction.

“I thank you.”

You looked at him then, his back was still turned to you as he continued, “For saving my brother. Arvok. The arrow, he could have died if you hadn’t taken it for him. You—”

“Anyone would’ve done it.” You shrugged off, not wanting this type of attention. Especially not from him. What you did may have been somewhat heroic but you sure as hell didn’t feel that way. “You don’t have to thank me.”

“But I will.” Tsu’tey drew his arrow back again. The arrow flew again and hit another fish. “Even when I treated you horribly. You still saved him.”

You frowned and shook your head. His thanks for some reason made you feel worse. You didn’t know why but you wanted it to stop. “Like I said, anyone would’ve done it if they were in my position.”

“Hmph.” Tsu’tey tossed the third fish onto the rock and jumped back onto the rock with you. He grabbed the three fishes by the tail and nodded toward the forest, “Come, we should head back—”

“No.”

You heard him sigh, “Dreamwalker—”

“I can’t go back right now.” You blurted out, your hands clenching into fists as you glared down at your reflection. “I just can’t, okay? I can’t go back and face the pitiful looks Norm will send me. I can’t go back to Neytiri telling me that Eywa saved me or gave some fucking second chance that I had no say in. I can’t go back to hear Jake apologize over and over and over again until I go fucking crazy! I just can’t!”

You buried your face into your hands, not wanting to look at him, not wanting to face the world. All you felt, all you wanted to do was just crawl into a hole and hope that everyone left you alone. You hoped that you could lie down and become stone. You hoped you could become the tragedy that was amid the beautiful Pandora.

You hoped—You hoped—You hoped—

Something within your body told you that you were crying but no tears came.

Half alive and half buried.

Until they bled.

Something heavy landed on top of your head. It took you a moment for you to realize it was a hand—Tsu’tey’s hand. You dropped your hands from your face and frowned, reluctantly looking up at him to find him staring back at you.

God, these people were straightforward when it came to expressing themselves. Even Tsu’tey, who you considered the hardest to read out of the three.

“It is sad.” Tsu’tey squatted down next to you, his hand gently ruffling your hair. Your ears twitched, “I am sorry.”

You were taken aback, to say the least. Never in a million years could you imagine Tsu’tey out of all people, comforting you. Frankly, you never thought he felt anything toward you to enact such a strange reaction from him. And yet you didn’t move. Too afraid that if you flinched then he would take his hand away.

A part of you felt awful that he had to do this. And a part of you…

“You don’t have to do this.” You mumbled.

He huffed, “I do what I want. And I choose to be here. You saved my brother.”

“That doesn’t mean you have to comfort me.” This unyielding guilt was overwhelming, You almost wanted to shove his hand away. “I feel like I’m using you.”

“Then use me.”

You shook your head again, his hand remained firm, “You’re impossible—as usual.”

“Hmph.”

The both of you stayed like this for a while longer. It was getting dark. Creatures would start coming out soon. Perhaps you should stop being so stubborn and move already.

Tsu’tey didn’t say anything though. He was rather still and quiet. You looked over, for a moment wondering if he was asleep.

Only you found his yellow gaze staring at something intensely. Frowning, you followed his gaze.

Floating toward the both of you was an atokirina. Huh, you hadn’t seen one of these in a while. And even now they were still as pretty as you remembered them. Last time there were multiple, but this time it was one.

You stood and Tsu’tey followed seconds after.

Even for this, you remained still. As if moving would somehow scare it off. Tsu’tey must’ve had the same thought, standing as still as a statue next to you as the atokirina floated over your heads. The pure creature hovered over Tsu’tey’s forehead for a bit until it came over to you, tickling your nose.

Tsu’tey watched you and the atokirina in astonishment. It floated between the two of you for a moment before finally floating away.

You watched it in for a moment longer before your arm began to throb. Tsu’tey noticed you rolling your arm back uncomfortably and finally snapped out of his trance, “Is your arm bothering you?”

“A little.” You admitted reluctantly.

With a nod, he grabbed the fish and then the bow as he gestured toward the forest, “Come. We should return now. Mo’at is waiting.”

This time you did not protest. You glanced back toward the direction the atokirina disappeared before finally following after Tsu’tey.

When you got to Mo’at’s hut, she was already scowling at you. And surprisingly it was rather scary. So much so, that you unconsciously shrunk behind Tsu’tey so you wouldn’t feel any of her wrath. Jake and Neytiri were there as well, for what you did not know, but they appeared to have been waiting for yours and Tsu’tey’s return.

“Well, now we know you are well enough to foolishly run off.” Mo’at huffed as she pointed toward the spot on the floor. “Sit.”

Without waiting for you to respond, Mo’at dragged you to the spot and sat you down on the floor. Tsu’tey remained near the entrance and watched you silently. He hadn’t said anything ever since you started your walk back to their base. You wondered if he was at all bothered about seeing the atokirina. Or if it was on his mind at all.

While Mo’at wiped the dried mush from your arm, Neytiri squatted down next to you, “How are you feeling?”

“I died.” You said dryly. “Other than that, I’m swell.”

Jake sighed from his spot closest to Tsu’tey and the entrance, “Well, her snark’s intact. You sure she’s not back to normal?” You rolled your eyes, Neytiri rubbed your back while glaring at Jake.

“We saw an atokirina,” Tsu’tey spoke for the first time since you left the waterfall. “It came to the demon and I…” He said the rest of his explanation in Na’vi. You frowned, looking at Jake and Neytiri to gauge what exactly he was saying. You watched Neytiri’s ears twitch as her eyes brightened. Then there was Jake who looked completely serious, tail swinging behind him. Mo’at gave nothing away as she added more mush to your arm. You held back a scoff, irritated that you were the only one who couldn’t understand a single word.

“Another sign from Eywa,” Mo’at spoke in English. She looked at you almost knowingly as she continued. “This dreamwalker is here for a reason. Maybe for the same reason, Jakesully had come to us. Or something completely different. Perhaps this is her way of choosing a fourth for you.”

Neytiri perked up instantly, her hand squeezing your good shoulder gently. Jake’s head was bowed, hiding his expression. And Tsu’tey just frowned. And you felt your entire face grow hot. Suddenly you were rather aware of everything around you. If you had been standing, you would’ve fainted.

“Or maybe it’s something else?” You offered, trying to move the conversation forward instead of enduring this awkward and uncomfortable silence.

Mo’at watched all four of your expressions and huffed, “Come. We will just ask the Great Mother ourselves—”

“No, we don’t have to.” Jake stood straighter, tail lashing behind him.

Neytiri stood and sent him a look, “Ma’ Jake—”

But he shook his head, “I’m not doing it. I’m not taking her as a mate. That’s not fair and you know it—”

“And if it is in Eywa’s will?” Mo’at challenged, raising an invisible brow. “What then, Jakesully?”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” You added, already growing irritated by this conversation.

“Yeah, you’re right. You do have a say in this. But I’m gonna make this easy for you.” Jake nodded steely. “We’re fine as three. There is no room for another—especially her.”

“Fuck you!” You snapped, shooting to your feet. “Who the hell do you think you are—”

“Hey, I’m on your side here!” Jake argued. You failed to see the surprised reaction from your outburst, you failed to see the way he raised his hand as if easing you like you were a dangerous animal about to pounce—no you saw that actually. And it only pissed you off even more. “Do you want me to lie and welcome you into my family with open arms just like that? Or do you want the honest truth, Reeds? You value that, right?”

You let out a humorless laugh, skin boiling in anger now, “You really are full of shit, you know that, Sully? So you think it’s okay to just discard me then? As if I don’t have any fucking feelings? Am I just an emotionless body to you, Jake? Am I not supposed to be offended? ‘Especially her’? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“That’s enough—” Neytiri started only to be stopped by Mo’at who watched the two of you keenly. Even Tsu’tey didn’t even speak up. He didn’t snap at you nor did he stop Jake. He just watched on in grim silence that neither you nor Jake bothered to notice.

“I’m doing this for you—I’m not sayin’ this just to be an asshole, Reeds!”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You snickered mockingly. Honestly, you had no idea why you were so angry. You were just tired. Tired of him. Tired of this. Tired of all this bullshit. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, Sully, you’re not exactly prize material either, so there. Why don’t you just say that instead of hiding it behind some horse shit—”

“Jesus Christ.” He muttered in disbelief. Jake looked to the sky, struggling to respond. Struggling to string the words together.

But it shouldn’t have been that hard. “You’re right, I do value truth, Sully. So be fucking honest and just spit it out. Enough of the trying to protect me bullshit—I’ve heard enough of it and I don’t need any more of it. Say what you want, don’t hide now. It’s easy when it comes to me, right?”

You were just angry. So, so angry. You weren’t even sure if this anger deserved to be directed at him. If this anger was even about this conversation. You weren’t even sure why you were fighting so fiercely.

Jake scoffed, “And you think you make being around you easy? You don’t think maybe there’s a reason I blow up at you? You don’t think maybe it’s because you can be a huge asshole sometimes?”

“Oh yeah, this mate shit is going to work out perfectly.” You snorted.

“I can’t mate with someone I don’t love,” Jake spoke more bluntly toward Mo’at, Neytiri, and Tsu’tey. “I don’t know how much more honest I have to be about this. I can’t love someone like her. How can I? Not even a fucking miracle could ever get me to, and that’s the truth. You happy now? Is that what you want to hear?”

The tent was silent by then. Neytiri, in the corner of your eye, had her tail lashing behind her. Tsu’tey, who stood further back behind Jake held an unreadable expression instead of his usual severity but offered nothing. Mo’at just waited with her keen eyes on all four of you. She then sighed and shook her head, mumbling something in Na’vi.

You wished you weren’t so affected by his words. “Fine. Don’t love me, Jake.” You wished your heart didn’t sink to the pits of your stomach. You wished your heart wouldn’t take this much hut. You didn’t even want him. You didn’t even want a mate.

But you were unknowable. Unlovable.

You’ve always known this. So it shouldn’t have hurt so much for someone to tell you this straight to your face.

“Earn that shit.” You muttered, schooling your face into your usual impassive mask despite your achy eyes. Now you looked to Mo’at who was watching you in particular, “Is that all, Tsahik?”

You failed to see Jake’s shoulders fall and his ears lower, “Reeds—”

Mo’at spoke over him, “I want you back here in two days. Your wound is not fully healed yet.” She then looked at Tsu’tey, her eyes seeming to want something from him, “Is there a problem with that, Olo’eyktan?”

At this, Tsu’tey shook his head stiffly, “No. You are Tsahik. You must continue your work.”

“Mmph.” Mo’at huffed in what appeared to be disappointment. “Then you may leave, dreamwalker.”

You nodded and stalked toward the entrance. Neytiri tried reaching for you but you had been too quick for her grasp to catch, “Ma ‘tanhi…”

Jake avoided your gaze as you passed him, “I’ll see you later, Neytiri.” You stepped out of the hut, not bothering to look back.

After jumping down a few branches and landing on the ground, you found that two warriors were waiting for you on pa’li. One of the warriors guided a pa’li toward you, which you got on without much difficulty.

And without looking back, the pa’li began to move. You were cold. And tired.

Half alive and half buried in the ground.

“I will make sure my warriors return her safely to the human base,” Tsu’tey spoke stiffly as he ducked out of the hut. Jake watched him go, uneasy about what his mate could’ve been thinking at the moment. It was the most difficult when Tsu’tey was like this. He was hard to read and wouldn’t let up until he confessed to what he was feeling. So, all Jake had to do was wait until then.

But right now, he did know one thing.

Fuck.

He’d gone too far.

Neytiri had watched you go just a few feet from the entrance of the hut and by the time you were long gone she stalked back inside. Jake flinched when her glare stabbed him through his thin skin when it came to her fury, “Why did you do that? Why were you so cruel? Why are you trying to push her away?”

His ears flattened again, “Tiyawn—”

“No!” She shook her head and backed away from his reach. “You humans and hiding your true feelings. I know you, Jake. I know what you said wasn’t true and yet you chose to hurt her anyway. Why? Why do this?”

Jake frowned, his body tensing, “How do you know this isn’t how I feel—”

“Baah!” Neytiri hissed, smacking his shoulder. “Even if what you said was true, you did not need to be cruel! You do not need to hurt her! Do you even care?!”

“Of course I do!” Jake argued. He wasn’t heartless. Of course, he saw how his words affected—continued to affect you.

God, why did you always react that way when it was him? Why did his heart always feel heavy whenever it came to yelling at you these days? You weren’t like this with Tsu’tey, you always fired back. Why was it different with him? “What I said was true. I am doing this for her! I’m trying to protect her—”

“From what?” Neytiri hissed as if the words he was saying were false. “No more excuses, Ma’ Jake, what is it that you are so afraid of?!”

How did she do it? How did she fiercely protect you like this without a care in the world? How did she fiercely care about you without being frightened of the consequences? “You weren’t there when Artsut threatened her life.” At this Neytiri faltered, her ears lowering slightly but Jake continued before she could interrupt her again, “She’s already being pulled into this mess with the clans. What happens if Artsut, a woman with great influence within this clan, comes for her? What happens when we take another human mate that she doesn’t approve of? What then? It’ll be our fault that Reeds becomes ruined. It’ll be our fault for not being careful—”

“That is not for us to decide,” Neytiri told him bluntly but her face softened—only a bit. “Your heart comes from a good place but your words are misguided.” She gingerly grew closer to him until her hand could reach the curve of his cheek as she gently caressed it. “Make this right. Enough of this fighting. Can’t you see she’s tired?”

Mo’at, who had been crushing some herbs in a bowl, did not refute her daughter’s wise words.

Jake was outnumbered. But he was also tired too.

You came back to Hell’s Gate to find a white sheet over your former body, right in the middle of a nearly empty room.

Cry. Just cry. Cry.

Instead, you stayed in that silent room. You did not look away from the body.

Half alive and half buried in the ground.

All you needed was a tombstone.

boom! chapter 9! this one chapter i was definitely nervous to write because we see jake and reeds at, in my opinion, their worst in their slowly developing relationship and a peek at the beginning of tsu'tey and reeds' future relationship.

hope you enjoyed it! chapter 10 should be coming soon!

(i'm not adding any more people anymore!)

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nyrrwrites · 1 year ago

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🥀— 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : tsu’tey ✘ omaticaya!fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 / 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : ANGST, heavy angst, heavy dialogue (?) descriptions of blood, injuries, tsu’tey’s kuru is severed, tsu’tey’s death, stubbornness, crying, mild fluff —

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𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 : @cafekitsune !!!

author’s note : I don’t know what to feel about this one LOL — Tsu’tey deserved the BETTER😭😭😭 I hope you like ! Sorry I’m advance as well — comments/reblogs are always appreciated <33

Right when it occurred, something did not feel right. There is an odd sensation stirring in the hollow of her stomach. It could not be the adrenaline that had taken its course within her body for she had anticipated it, nor could it be the minor, barely visible cuts created by the Sky Demons’ graze of foolish weaponry for while it burned only the slightest bit, it wasn’t extreme enough to draw pools of blood.

Grunts of an odd, internal wound left her yet she, with all her restraint, refused to acknowledge it right then and there and gently patted the side of her ikran for she too felt it, she too felt the distress, the slight yet sudden tear of something, of someone apart from her sole rider. Golden eyes waste no second in searching, mind voicing for her ikran to halt the strong, frenzied flaps of her wings.

She shuts out the sounds of the Sky demon’s flying equipment, the war cries the Na’vi created, and waits. Waits and observes, observes and listens, straining every one of her senses; frantic became her gaze as the feeling within her spiraled, harsh and swishing became Pandora’s winds as it surged through her limbs, aching swirled her heartbeat, lips whispering faint murmurs, longing for the presence, the call of him.

A pair of ears, belonging to the woman who would bound her life to him under the will of Eywa, hitched high and flickered at the agonized screech which sharply pierced through the air, coming from a specific aircraft until it soon began its descent down to Pandora’s ground. She wasted no second in trying to comprehend where, who the cry derived from, and the ears once chirped high faltered for a brief second as she picked it apart while panic, fear, the scorching pain corporeally and spiritually exceeded throughout her as she did.

Wretched. Agonizing. Appalling.

The cry which ripples from deep within Tsu'tey's lungs, clawing through the inward flesh until it reached the base of his throat and had been unleashed, is to be described as those precise words.

“Tsu’tey!”

Actions transpire before thoughts could be formed, her high chirp commanding her ikran to acutely glide down, right towards where the prolonged blue frame plummets down, the harsh ruffles of the branches due to her reckless speed being disregarded despite the gnashes they sliced across her striped flesh.

The churn spasms furthermore from the core of her being; burning, afflicting, and it is when she reaches him, the one bound to be her mate soon, her Tsu’tey lying on the grassed ground, that she is met with the dejected notion weighing upon her.

Despite the physical agony he is currently experiencing, he feels her — his serenity, the compliment to his being, the support and sustainment to his unbalanced character — close by. A palm clasps below his chest piece just to cover, to perhaps hide from her that he is hurt. His innards burn, gnaw, coil with each breath he tries taking. He coughs and despite the burn of it, he calls out to her.

“Y-yawnetu.” ( loved one )

“Ma Tsu’tey –”

Yet she is already rushing to him, descending onto her knees right beside him. She did not know where to begin. Act nearly transpired before thought once more, until she catches the way he holds himself. The pain submerged from not just him but her with each hurried step she had taken, each ragged breath she had taken, and so when her hand reached to touch just over his wounded chest, it became vivid, blistering.

A violent racketting envelops him entirely at the feel, a grunt spewing from his lips and it instantly makes her touch retract from him, hissing more so in distress at the notion of her mate being injured at the hands of them. Not even them, but guided by their coward minds and dastard hearts with what they called a gun.

Her mouth parches, her throat tightening as she tries to speak through her anger and pain. “T-tsap’alute si ( I apologize ). You are hurt, w-we have to get you to–”

His head created the smallest head shakes only for him to wince rather visibly, reaching for her hand. “Stay. T-touch –”

Hesitantly, she did as he said though she notices his discomfort and instead goes to cradle the upper curve of his head, but there’s slight space between for with the bit of strength he carries he uses to keep his head up.

The pressure of her palm rumbles a sound from his chest and she notices how his jaw narrows, how his ear winces. “Hurts?”

“T’s n-nothing. Fine, I’m fine.” He breathes in before his long fingers loosely wrap around her forearm, and his browline tugs down at the dry blood latching, the gnashes littering her skin. He, even in this situation, firmly states rather than questions: “You are hurt. T-they hurt you – did they–”

“I am fine, tiyawn. I am fine – my fault. I was rushing to come to you –”

His sharp eyes blaze and upper lip curls over his teeth as he hisses. “Must be more c-careful! Demons could have…have killed you. M-must think now more than ever —”

“ I will – but I am fine, I promise.” She assures and with her other hand she cradles his jaw, feeling it condense before trying to get him to calm down for she sees how agitated he became.

“Syeha si ( breathe ), Tsu’tey. Tsyeha si.” He exhales then tries to inhale only for the passage of his throat to obstruct with a gush of something; iron tang distastefully becoming one with his taste buds, the sudden swarm of liquid causing a choke-like sound to form at the back of his throat. Fearful, she wastes no time in moving the current hand on his head to the upper backside of his neck to slightly elevate him despite his strained protest.

“I— fine. I am fine–”

Her other hand leaves Tsu’tey’s cheek and goes to the base of her throat, right over the beaded necklace crafted by his very hands, the very blood stained hands that tear from his wound and reach for hers to stop her from acting. “ You are not fine! You are wounded, for Eywa’s sake! We must call for help—”

She watches how Tsu’tey tries to resist crumbling his features when her fingers brush up his neck, halting just right below the start of his kuru. He watches in anguish as the irises within her golden hues dilate, nearly becoming one with the other. She feels it undone, the braid, and with it undone, it is unprotected yet for whatever cause would it be? He feels the ghost of her touch over its bareness lurk down, and he grunts loudly as he shifts to stop her. “Ma yawnetu, please–”

But now the simple act of doing so becomes toilsome and painful, provoking an excruciating groan out of him and she’s haste in halting him from creating any more movement. “Ftang (stop).”

Tsu’tey is apprehensive, forming the weakest scowl as she gives him a pointed look. Perhaps it was because Tsu’tey was in her presence – the woman who succeeded to take his stoic mask off, to soothe the scowl constantly twisting his face. It was then that she found herself seeing him better then he saw himself – who he truly was, is, and bound to become. To her it was a must to be by his side, and to him it was an odd yet yearning-to-the-bone necessity to have her with him, to see her the way she sees him.

So with that, he releases a ragged breath but lets her and she resumes her act — not near enough to make contact with it, but near enough for him to feel it hovering. Enough for him to choke on a gasp and clutch onto her forearm when she reached the end which rested right by his side.

She too feels the sensation of it, of what he’s feeling in this second, of what he’s been feeling when he met the ground. She feels him, the one who's supposed to be her mate, experiencing the most indescribable pain there is for the Na’vi: the only true connection to the wonders within Pandora, to their Great Mother being torn off. To the one bound to be their mate for eternity.

The notion crashes down on her stronger, becoming sole with the ache stirring within. She says nothing for a long time and tries pushing through the muskiness enveloping her vision, wanting to take him in; colorants of yellow and ebony streaked boldly on the sides of his scalp, and she recalls being the one putting them there, she recalls how all the tension and worries seemed to have faded away from Tsu’tey when the lovely strokes of her paint-dipped fingertips specifically striped upon certain parts of his angular features as well, somewhat enhancing them and his azure tones – yet now the color scheme was assisted by blemishes and smudges of red, and the fierceness he once carried before this battle occurred vanished. This is an entirely different Tsu’tey that no other has ever witnessed — and if it weren’t for one of the reasons being that he was too damaged, too hurt and strained, she would have smiled softly down at him and bathe him in all the love and happiness there was within her because of him — one even she hasn’t witnessed — the closest ever being was when Sylwanin passed.

“Let me take you to Tsahik. You are Olo’eyktan. I-important and must stay alive, let me call for help so we can take you back –”

“I am far too injured for Tsahik to fix this. There is a battle happening at this moment, woman. We cannot let this interfere. They all need to fight for our People. Our home.” he grunts , nose scrunching at the raise of his tone. “And a demon weapon striked me…sa’nok died from it. Even if we try, it will be too late—”

“Toruk Makto will know what to do.” she quickly interjects. “He was one of them, h-he will save us. Will save you, ma Tsu’tey. He will not leave the People without their Olo’eyktan. H-he —”

“Then he will be the one to lead the People.”

He can’t fight the subtle twitch of his lip at how her ears perch at this, and she frowns deeply, just like he expected her too. She didn’t dislike Jakesully while she was wary of him at the beginning. Yet he earned trust, a rightful place among the Omaticaya. Even so, that place was not, isn’t, what Tsu’tey is suggesting.

“But he…y-you are Olo’eyktan. Our guidance, our leader.” she takes in a sharp breath and blinks rapidly as he stares up at her. “You…you are to b-be my mate. And I yours, yes?”

Purple splotched with the ebony striped beneath Tsu’tey’s eyes, pronouncing the anguish and disappointment lodged within his pupils, weighing down upon him. His lower lip quivers when he grabs his ruptured queue, and it takes everything in him to not yell.

He speaks through sputtered syllables. “I…I c-cannot ride again. Cannot be guided with the voice o-of Eywa. C-cannot lead the People and be strong Olo’eyktan because of this –”

The smallest whimper he made causes her to hold back her own, ears catching onto the way his breath hitched. He releases his hold on his queue and lets it falls back to his chest in order to apply pressure to evict the constant drain of blood even though at this point it is inevitable. His other hand tries to grasp onto something, anything to sustain himself. She is quick to grab it, guiding it towards her, right above the part he painted over — fingers dipped in turquoise-colored paint at the beginning yet now taints with the boldness of crimson, the length of his fingers curling from the curve of her shoulder while his palm had pressed above the front of her chest right near her heartbeat, the closest thing he was to ever feeling.

He finds grounding, he finds the guidance of her heartbeat, of her touch but it isn’t nor will it ever be like how it’s supposed to. Inhaling through flared nostrils, as if preparing to say the words he wished so desperately to not be true, he utters the words that unfortunately confirmed her very thoughts:

“But overall…I-I will not be able to form tsaheylu with you, yawnetu. You will not have a true mate. A-and I will no be able to feel you…to truly have you under the will of our Great Mother.”

It was effortless to push away the wretched feeling ripping inside of her — but stubbornness is almost as if it is one with her. Something Tsu’tey both adored and despised at times – and in this case, he isn’t exactly certain which he feels right now.

A sob heaves from her chest, feeling so utterly pathetic when tears continue welling in her eyes. “K-kehe ( no ). You have always had me — no matter tsaheylu. You’ve felt, known and seen me, ma Tsu’tey. I feel, know and see you then and now. Please let me continue — let us go—”

“Oeru yawne ( my love )…” The expanse of his palm slides up to her neck, gently enveloping her drenched cheek and weakly frowns at how he’s grimming her beautiful face with his own blood. It is too much; the raw truth of it all, the rasped breath of his tender words, the quivers of his palm due to his pain, tears cascading from her eyes and coating her cheeks, him giving the mantle to someone else and accepting it, the sinking fact that the first and only thing she can and will ever solely, truly feel from Tsu’tey, the man who she’s chosen to be with for the rest of her life as he has chosen her with no hesitation, was him hurting, him processing it with the same pace as she is.

He says nothing for a second, simply letting himself scrutinize and adore her and gather his words. “It is worse to go through this life without purpose than to die. A-a feel without you, oeyä yawne, has no purpose.”

“And a life without you has no purpose!” Her voice grows harsher, words broken. “Is that what you want to do to me, hm? Leave me with no purpose?”

“You will have the People—”

“It isn’t the same! A-and so will you if you choose to see the light of this—”

“Ma Y/N.” It isn’t firm, his tone when saying her name. But it is enough for her to stay quiet, ears flattening at the sides of her head.

“Me…just being me will not suffice for the People. And while I am more than happy to know that it is sufficient for you… it is not for me.” The octave of his voice is tremulous, barely audible to ears as he peers up at her. “Not when knowing I cannot satisfy those around me — it will not be enough from my part…for them. For you. Especially with everything you have given me.” He gives her one of his truest smiles despite the red that now streams out the corners, coughing afterwards.

The pad of her thumb swats the blood away, knowing what he was doing with his words. She badly wants to frown at him, to tell him it is not the time to be smiling but she can’t help the pure allure she has to his lovely expression. She can’t help herself from tilting her head and questioning, “What have I given to you?”

“Patience. Peace.” His eyes close a second as he sighs. “Even through grief, through loss and chaos, you chose me. It is as you say; you’ve felt and have known and seen me. While my mind was to be dutiful to the People…my heart was purposeful to you.”

Nuzzling into her touch, he breathes out, “and now I accept this — because I’m in the presence of you. It is…a bit more peaceful.”

“Y-you skxawng.” she chokes out for she doesn’t know what to say and instead lets her forehead shadow over his as he chuckles. But he feels it, feels what’s channeling from her mind, heart, soul, and it’s enough to bring him much more tranquil.

The bleeding from his chest does not stop, but at this point he doesn’t care anymore. Instead, he removes his hand from the spot and loosely curls around the hand that has not left its spot from his cheek. Fingers tenderly knead the flesh of her wrist while the other still cups her face, thumb stroking the apple of her cheek. Eyes taking her in, the sensations she now only faintly ignites within him, and he groans lowly at how those blazing, loving emotions clash with the shock that is coming together. The reality, the acceptance of not being the one to guide the People, of not giving her the future she truly deserves, the acceptance of it all.

She doesn’t want to accept it however. Not now, not yet. So all she can do is nod, swallowing through the lump within her throat and let’s herself softly touch him; the fading specks across his nose, the beautiful markings of his forehead, the sharpness of his cheeks, the quiver of his lip as he inhales curtly, eyes closing for a solid moment. It is ridiculously unbearable now, pain pulsating in sharp waves through his body.

“Hurts?” She tries evading her gaze from the red spiraling down his blue skin, from his severed kuru. He shakes his head and lets his hold press a bit more against her. “No more…fine. I’m fine.” he gently coaxes his lie with a subtle twitch of his mouth, wanting to reprieve her from feeling any more anguish for him.

“That — that is good.” she returns his expression, professing her own belief in his words to spare him his strength in trying to console her. But how he slightly hears it in the way her breathing becomes frantic when his own starts to falter. The extent of his wounds are as he said; too great and severe for Tsahik to cure, and the heart's wrenching notion that he’s near his end slowly starts to seep past her obstinacy.

Faint cries of what seemed to be cheers chime through the sky, and he can’t resist the sigh of relief that emerges. “That is a good sign. Very good.”

She nods but doesn’t tear her attention from him. She watches how his bright orbs shift beneath his shut eyelids. When they come to view again, there is slight agitation. More ache accompanied by sorrow, all of it spreading from the core of his being. “Yawnetu.”

Her tail lashes in fret. “I am here, Tsu’tey — what is wrong?”

“C-call to them…it is almost time.” His words stammer violently, grasping much more onto her when he gasps. Her coils furiously shake across her shoulders, nose scrunching, lower lip trembling when she sobs. “not yet…n-no not yet. I cannot lose you! P-please—”

“My stubborn girl,” he grunts quietly when his red stained mouth manage to smile. “You will never lose me. I…I am more than certain we will see one another again. But now the People, Toruk Makto must know he is to lead them. And I need you to help me let him know.”

She desperately nestles her cheek against his hand for a moment, sniffles and nods before craning her neck forward and placing a light kiss over his forehead. “W-whatever you wish, tiyawn.”

She does what she is told while he listens, the voice of Jakesully being heard, wasting no second in confirming he is on his way with the others.

Feathered kisses are met with his temple now and across his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, his cheeks — but lastly his lips. Not caring for the blood tainting them, only for the sensation they soothe her soul with, she gives him one last broken kiss.

She focuses entirely on Tsu’tey, respite emerging deep from within his lungs while desperately trying to give him one of her breaths as if it’ll spare him, tender fingertips grasping his face in an anguish manner as he too tries meeting her halfway.

The hand on her cheek goes back to her shoulder, gently pulling her closer. Her thumbs brush down his cheeks, outlining the structure of his jawline. “I feel you. I see you, oeyä Tsu’tey.”

The tip of his nose nudges her when his forehead finds its place over hers. “I feel you. I…I see you, oeyä Y/N.”

Those are the words he finds himself mouthing to her one last time, the only pair of brilliant, loving tearful eyes that he sees, the last swarm of peace that wavers with Toruk Makto’s shadow as it envelops his dying body.

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quaritchsbunny · 2 years ago

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Tsu’tey as a Yandere - 2/2 (hc styled fic)

Link to part 1

Wc: 3.5k

Warnings/Tags: tsutey x f!Reader, human!reader, yandere behavior, stalking, obsessive behavior, mentions of mating as a tradition, traditional yandere kidnapping, Tsutey refers to the reader as mate, reader gets stranded for 0.2 seconds

A/N: Agh I’ve been busy but here’s the second part! Hope you guys like ti as much as the first, thank you so much for reading <33

- previously: “You smile one last time, clicking a save to the photo of Tsutey before you go back to the lens to take a photo of the moss. Your second night in the cave was spent munching on puffed grain, huddled in the musky pine scented blanket as you dreamed of beaded neck covers and toned blue arms.”-

-Days passed by like this, with the basket always being dropped off when you were unaware. Fruits, puffed grains, seasoned vegetables, and fresh food was being offered to you in the sharp contrast to the frozen microwave meals you used to be issued with the RDA. You didn’t mind it at all. Your capturer would often write you small notes with clumsy English, because you had no pen, you couldn’t write back, but you often said your responses out loud knowing he could probably hear you anyways.

-Over some time, you learned that his name was Tsutey, he was a part of the omaticaya clan and shouldered a lot of responsibility, somewhere in the back of your mind you briefly remember Dr.Augustine mentioning him during your training to be a ambitious kid, maybe that’s where he learned English. Slowly, you found comfort with him being the only person you were interacting with, you guys were both givers, people who scooped out the purest of their heart to give to others just to have it crushed in front of them, you guys both enjoyed the nature of pandora, the color red, and actions of service as a love language.

-Oftentimes, you would leave your camera in the basket for him to take pictures of his life, you would get back snapshots of the navi clan, silly mishap photos where he clicked too early and caught only his arm and a blurry shot of a basket, and more hints of his body. You often teased him, joking that you wished the camera had a front lens so that you can see his face, though you knew he wasn’t ready for that. You tried to make things for him as a return for his hospitality and care, many sorry excuses of flower crowns were used from the material you can find off the forest floor, as well as a bark that you carved his name into with a small heart next to it using a sharp stone.

-Tsutey would slowly find smaller ways to embed you more into his life too, he took a sample of colorful hair beads to you one day and let you pick your favorite (of course, you picked red, like the color his heart that belonged solely to you now), the next day, that coral red irregular shaped bead was strewn all throughout his hair.

-Visits became more and less guarded, oftentimes you could see the whisk of a blue tail as baskets were dropped off or a baritone deep, hearty laugh as you told him about your life as a human before he took you. You even slowly picked up on some navi for him, though you can hear the smile in his words as you experimentally taste the foreign words on your tongue

-Tsutey had rarely gone back to the tribe now except to sleep, many members were getting worried that the most talented warrior seemed to always be absent, leaving early morning and coming back at night, but eventually they had accepted that he deserved a much needed break and stopped trying to pester him

-Every day before Tsutey dropped off your basket of necessities, he would go scavenging in the forest for anything pretty to try to impress you with how much he can offer, his mate deserved the cave to be filled with treasures after all. Countless times your basket would be loaded with riverstones that glowed in the dark, rare flowers, and pretty ferns. You took a picture of them all and kept your little collection of treasures near your sleeping corner of the cave and looked at them often whenever Tsutey wasn’t there to hear or watch you

Seeing how much you treasured and adorned his offerings, Tsutey decided to make the ultimate romantic proposal, a hand woven bracelet with beads he carved himself. The craft had taken Tsutey a long time, not staying as long as he usually would after dropping off baskets to return to the village and learn to weave the intricacy. It was woven with soft bark and infused with essential oils, embracing the red beads tsutey hand carved. After many days, you find the accessory layed elegantly in the basket flourishing of your favorite fruits. This was the final offering, if you accepted, Tsutey would officially stop hiding you in this circle in the forest and take you as his mate.

You picked it up in wonder, “tsutey” you whisper, “did you make this”? You say, eyes wide as you slip the bracelet on without a second thought. The way you looked at the bracelet, Tsutey could only imagine what those eyes would feel like on him

Tsutey’s heart almost stops at how willingly you take his offering, and he hums, almost desperately in response. “Took me a while” he says, accented english brittle with emotion

“I love it” you smile, twirling the bracelet around happily. It was like an indirect touch, like his fingers that worked on the bracelet on your wrist. Tsutey was barely able to leave the top cave that night, staying up late to talk to you, when he finally got the words “mate” out, his heart was pumping at the speed of light, when he sees a gleeful smile and blush on your face as you nod, he knew right there that this is what he has been looking for, what all those years of giving returned him.

The night ended with a “oel ngati kameie'' as tsutey gleefully whisked back to his hut, he finally had a mate! He’s not alone any more, he has you. You’re his, all his. He finally has something to himself, almost for the first time in life. He never had to battle or prove to be worth your attention, you never asked more of him than he happily offered. His smile while staring at the light woven ceilings of his hut that night was unimaginable, soon, you would be here with him!

Sleep was difficult for the pair of mates, excited about their future with each other

You woke up early the next day, a bit restless after Tsutey’s proposal to be mates with you. Does that mean you finally get to see him? Will you be with his clan? How would it work between you two as a human and navi? Would his clan accept you?

Questions raced through your mind and you couldn’t stop thinking about the man who had seen compassion and a piece of himself in you that one night, and maybe his method and approach was wrong, but falling for him and your past month with him has made you feel the most fulfilling source of calmness in contrast to the rushed yet mundane days in the lab

You waited excitedly for Tsutey to come, he promised he would reveal himself today and take you back to hometree, you played with the bracelet he gave you, fingers looping through the beads he carved himself.

It was a rainy day, and after missing Tsutey’s usual morning basket, you begin to grow a bit worried, he had never even showed up late once. Was he okay? Was he injured? Did he finally forget about you?

The wind blew through the cave and whisked away the white lab coat you had been laying out front, you had taken it off a while ago when nights became warmer. The coat landed a bit far out into the patch of forest, muttering a curse to yourself, you stepped out of the cave, the rain showering you immediately, as you trooped through the squleching mud to pick up your lab coat, stained from blowing straight into a wet puddle, nontheless, you reach down to pick it up, as you do, the bracelet Tsutey endearingly made blows right off your arm with the wind’s cruel angles and flown straight past the stone boulders. You yelp in panic, chasing after it with your soaked lab coat still in your arms.

Without thinking twice you slip out between the stone boulders Tsutey set, eyes manically looking for the coral red beaded accessory that was still being whipped away consistently by the wind, blowing fast and higher as you chased it through the muddled greens of the pandora forest until the loop caught on a tree

You stumble forward, tiptoeing to reach just enough to feel the bracelet and attempt to snatch it down, your abdomen hurted from the stretch and you huff, the bracelet barely budged, wiggling on the branch as if to tantalize you for your stupidity. You groan, jumping higher with no help from the wind that seemed to prevent all chances of you getting your beloved bracelet back. You try to climb the tree, but with your wet hands and soaked lab coat weighing you down it was no use

A low growl resembling the thunder that sounded in the sky however, noticed you that your bracelet was the least of your troubles now. You back up against the tree defensively, trying to discern the source and direction of the sound as you see a flash of a matte black mammal. Your eyes look desperately in the direction where you came from, but the cave and the circular stone boulders seem to be completely out of sight, you cling to the bark of your tree, short of breath as you pray that you can at least see tsutey one last time before becoming stranded again

Tsutey woke up late that day, oversleeping due to being so happy about becoming your mate. When he saw the time and the darkening sky, his heart dropped. His poor mate! All alone in the cave, she hasn’t even had breakfast yet and she was braving the storm out by herself! He hurriedly stuffed whatever edible foods he could find into the basket before he rushed off in the direction of the forest. But not before being stopped by one of the clan members

“Tsutey, we need you to lead a hunt today at eclipse, our hunting parties have been lost in strategy without you, you cannot keep neglecting this anymore” The male says sternly

Tsutey growled, frustrated and just wanting to get to his mate who could very much be in danger “Oh yes, now that you need me for hunt parties you can check up on me, what happened to asking or caring about me as anything other than this clans warrior” he says coldly, hoping to cut the conversation short

“Tsutey this tribe needs you, you’ve been neglecting your duties for a month, all you’ve been doing is filling up baskets and taking the clan’s fruit, we are really short on-” The male presses again but is cut off with a swift turn of tsuteys head, eyes in slits as he vocalized his frustration

“You know what I’m short on? How much I can keep giving until you guys can see that I’m a living, breathing navi and not a hunting machine or a ikran trainer. I’ve served this clan for my whole life and suddenly when it comes to me it only takes and takes, but when I take some fruits and grains it becomes outrageous. if you need hunts, give me something other than your reliance and demand.” He articulates, the emotions he’s been compiling for years spilling out as the clan begins to circle around him.

“And for your information” Tsutey whips his head away from him, focusing on his path to your spot again as his grip around the basket tightens “I haven’t been neglecting, I’ve been doing what normal male navi do at this age which is finding a mate.”

Tsutey’s path to his spot seemed a lot longer in the rain that day, by the time he reached your cave, he didn’t care about revealing himself as he hurriedly rushed to the mouth, basket in hand as his eyes widened. Only the barren grey walls, and your collection of the treasures and trinkets he’s brought you, but you weren’t there. Your lab coat was gone too

Tsutey hurriedly chased after the footsteps you left in the mud, and when he saw that you stepped out of the boulder, his heart seized in rage. How dare you? After all he has done for you? Were you just a taker too? Was all the reassurance and time you gave him fake?

He shook his thoughts away, no, it couldn’t be, where would you go even if you did escape? And he knew you liked him, he smelled your pheromones last night while you guys talked. So where were you?

As the viperwolf approaches you, you swallow thickly, you knew it was carnivorous and you could only hope it didnt have any appetite for human blood as you closed your eyes, mud squelching underneath you as you took a deep breath, preparing it to be your last

You feel nothing but suddenly there's a splash of mud and a sudden grunt, before you hear the viperwolf far far away yelping, you open your eyes and see flashes of blue before you, angrily circling you as he approaches, keeping you pinned against the tree

“Tsutey?” you breath out nervously, he seemed angry and it definitely wasnt the way you wanted to see his reveal, but even with his furrowed eyes your heart softened as he approached you

“Are you insane? '' He breathed out heavily, voice almost breaking as toned arms pinned you agains the trunk of the tree. “What were you out here for! Could die!” He exclaimed, voice almost breaking as his thick english resounded through the forest, the rain water trailing down his arms

You tear up, your eyes burning as you try to explain the situation but your words fail you, you cover your face with your hands, humiliated at the situation

Tsutey’s tensed shoulders drop when he hears your tears, eyes widening when he sees your wrist, the bracelet gone. What did this mean? Did he scare you that much? Did you reject him? Did you-

His eyes follow your fingers as you point up silently while hiccuping, to the bracelet hung high on the branch, turning slightly in the wind. His chest sinks, he had misunderstood you horribly, you must’ve chased all the way out here because it got blown away during the storm.

Tsutey silently reaches his one arm up while gently snaking the other around your waist, pulling you into his torso as he retrieves the bracelet for you, gently clasping it around your wrist.

“Sorry” he says quietly, his voice sounding of bass as he holds your wet lab suit for you and gently cradles you in his arms. His body immediately relaxes when it feels yours, though much shorter and smaller, he almost melts into you, caressing your hair gently. “Lets go to home tree now, mate, sorry” he mutters again, leaning down to look in your eyes as he picks you up effortlessly and begins to walk back to the cave to collect his basket and the little belongings you had to transport

You sniffle and nod, all frustration evaporating when you feel yourself carried by him, you gulp nervously, taking in his face as you held eye contact with him the entire time back to the cave, as you two began to drift into warm conversation as blankets were folded and your trinklets were loaded into the familiar basket. You shyly trace your eyes over the angular, cat like face and tsutey felt your heart beat louder, his arms holding you slightly tighter as his heart jumped in glee.

-The walk back to hometree was quiet, but in a good way, in the way that you knew things would be alright. You played with the scrunchie on tsutey’s hand (well technically, your scrunche) as the rain slowly calmed down.

-When you had finally arrived at the base, you felt nervous. Navi were not extremely harmonious with humans at this time and you looked down as tsutey walked you proudly around the clan like it was a normal day. After taking you to eytucan, the leader, he sighed in defeat. Knowing that both his daughters were previously promised to Tsutey, and that Tsutey had his potential mate taken away both times, he felt bad if he couldn’t let Tsutey be happy at least once with who he wanted. The Tsahik examined you for a while before determining that eywa welcomed you to a place in a clan, and just like that, Tsutey strolled out of the hut, uncaring for any other clan member’s opinions, commentaries about your human form, or awkward gawking as he held you and led you straight to his hut

-Not many words are exchanged, and not many are needed, as long as Tsutey had you. For the first time that night, you two ate dinner together at the union, where you met the infamous avatar Jake Sully and enjoyed your fruits and grains to the fullest without a mysterious delivery from Tsutey. Tsutey admired you wordlessly as you peeled fruits and conversed with clan members in fluent navi (credit to him) like you were born to be a part of this, you had slipped into his life so perfectly, so seamlessly that he months of isolation at the cave seemed pointless. His tail flicks happily before wrapping around your waist, the smooth slide of your cotton lab coat (still wet from the rain and mud) reminding him to give you new navi clothes

-That night was the best night you two have slept in a long time, with the dirt and the grime from the rain properly washed from you (tsutey took you to your first ever river bath, it was revolutionary) and Tsuteys wide, pink, cat like nostrils breathing calmly against your scalp, relaxing as your phermones filled his nose as his palms smoothed over your body, snoozing away peacefully with the feeling of your tiny body swathed by his

-Soon, you became an irreplaceable constant in Tsutey’s life as he faded back into his usual role, training young navi, hunting, and being a warrior but with new motivation not only to protect the home he had but for you. And knowing he’d come back to his warm, home-like hut with your belongings scuttered along with his bows and arrows, and that you’d never ask or demand more of him, that as soon as the eclipse sets into the night everyday all you would give him is your love, his rage and constant giving was finally reciprocated

-He would take you on ikran rides, making sure to share his world with you as much as you gave him your love, the deep rumbles of his chest against your back as he held you tight and soared through the pandora skies as you tell him about your daily experiences in the clan

-New beaded navi clothes would be adorned on you, though he still loved the way you looked in a lab coat, the signature coral bead of tsutey’s choosing against your bare hips had a addicting effect on tsutey

-Tsutey would be so proud the day he officially mated with you, with eywa as witness in front of the tree of souls, although tsaheylu couldn’t be formed, that night as you both stood under the holy tree the love and sense of belonging to eachohter had never been stronger

-Tsutey who would have a hard time (even harder after you guys became mated) watching how lovable and admirable you are, easily earning hearts, friendships, and disgustingly clingy eyes of other members of the tribe. Tsutey who would constantly have a tail around your waist and leave scatters of love bites across the exposed skin your navi adornments allowed, the red blooms reminding the clan of who the cute human belonged to

-Tsutey who would fight every last RDA soldier, plunging the knife deep into their sorry flesh, for they were the ones who kept you away for so long, until you stumbled into his arms like a present from the earth, and now they were here trying to take more of what he loved, his home.

-Tsutey who doesn’t care if he comes back to your shared hut bathed in blood because he knew you’d understand, he was only protecting you from the many evils of the world who wanted to take you for the unlimited love you had to give, and they were extremely undeserving. Deep down, even Tsutey felt undeserving, but he would never tell you that.

-Tsutey who still brings back little trinkets, fresh flowers, and anything pretty he stumbles upon during his time out, holding it behind his back and when you approach him with a long desired hug after he’s been out, Tsutey who will always think of you as his treasure.

-Tsutey who knew that every bit that he gave will always be returned in some way, every time he protected and isolated you from the undeserving greed of others for your own good was returned with your love, every time he glared at the clan members who stared at you for seconds too long menancingly on a hunt would be returned with that same member’s own scorn around you the next time, arms burning from Tsutey’s lesson to them

- Tsutey who now learned that he didn’t have to scour every bit out of himself to prove that he was worthy of something or to convince someone to say, who learned that what belonged to him will always find its way, just like you did all those nights ago when you stumbled into his heart with your doting of the direhourse. Knowing that your love would stay without asking for anything from him in return.

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jo-hannes · 1 year ago

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Tsu'tey and you have a little fun together

tw below the cut

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hi, its been so long hasn't it?

i bring some smut with my favorite character from Avatar (james cameron avatar)

hope you like it :)

It can be read as a male, nb or gender-neutral reader, there is no description of genitalia from the reader.

Tw: brief mentions of genitalia, smut.

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you pet his hair, tangling your hands in his braids. tightening. He lets a soft gasp out of his lips, his breath in your face.

your hand feels through his chest and goes to his nipples, teasing them. His wimpers addictive.

you put your lips on his ear and start nibbling at them, biting and licking. his legs buckle under you as your other hand reaches under his loincloth, arms straining in the ropes he had begged to be tied in. hand grabbing his dick and rubbing into his hole, already wet and needy.

Moaning and panting, Tsu'tey opens his eyes.

“please yawne, please” he pleads, you know he wants to form the bond and feel your pleasure but you wanted to make him more needy.

His shallow breath lets you know he is desperate.

“more please, i beg you”

the hand on his nipples lowers, going to his tail and massaging it extracting more moans out of him. your fingers finally enter him and he arches his back, toes curling and, with a shout in his mouth, he climaxes.

you kiss him passionately and, while you caress his lower back you also unknot his arms.

exhausted he lets himself fall onto the floor, reaching for both your tswins and joining them, his pleasure now becomes yours too and you groan.

“you are such a sight ma’Tsu’tey”

#tsu’tey x male reader #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #male reader #nonbinary reader #james cameron avatar #tsu'tey x reader #tsu'tey x nb reader #tsu'tey x gender neutral reader #Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan x male reader

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ilovemensthings · 2 years ago

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Finding Trust [Tsu’tey]

pairing: Tsu’tey x fem!reader

warnings: jealous Tsu’tey, none rlly

As Tsutey watched you and Jake converse, an unfamiliar pang of jealousy tugged at his chest. He couldn't deny the connection between you two, but he felt a possessiveness he'd never experienced before. Trying to mask his emotions, he approached, his voice tight, "Enjoying Jake's company, are you?"

You glanced at Tsutey, sensing his unease, but you smiled warmly. "Of course, Tsutey. Jake's a good friend."

Tsutey's grip on his bow tightened subtly. "A good friend, hm? Seems like you're quite comfortable around him."

Your brow furrowed at his tone, noticing a hint of jealousy. "Is something bothering you, Tsutey?"

He looked away for a moment, then met your gaze with a faint sigh. "It's just... I admit I'm not used to sharing your attention."

You tilted your head, catching on to his feelings. "Tsutey, you know you're important to me too, right?"

A hint of a smile curved his lips, though his eyes still held a trace of possessiveness. "I know, but sometimes, I wish you were only mine to see."

As the day went on, Tsutey's possessive nature remained, but he tried to balance it with understanding. He found himself unable to ignore the way you laughed with Jake, and it both irked and intrigued him. Your presence had become something he cherished deeply.

In time, your patience and reassurance helped Tsutey cope with his feelings, allowing him to accept that you had various connections within the clan. His possessiveness evolved into a protective affection, and he realized that your interactions with others didn't diminish the bond you shared.

And so, Tsutey learned that trust was the foundation of his relationship with you, and that possessiveness could be replaced with mutual respect and understanding.

#tsutey #tsu’tey fanfic #tsu’tey x reader #tsu’tey imagine #tsu’tey avatar #tsu’tey te rangloa ateyitan #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan x reader #tsu’tey angst #tsu’tey x y/n #tsu’tey x you #tsu’tey fluff #avatar #avatar twow

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quicktosimp · 1 year ago

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Honey Dust

Romancing Pandora Day 06 - Rut/Heat Cycle

Tsu'tey/Human!Reader

Visual of the genitals used: here

Warnings: 18+, Rutting, Sex Pollen, High Sex, Cunnilingus, Fingering, P in V Sex, Alien Genitlia, Sub!Tsu'tey, Topish!Reader, Cervix Penetration

@eywaite After our little chat about Tsu'tey, I just had to change my plans 🤭

Words: 3439

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Despite being mated to Tsu’tey, I am still human and need to make visits to Hell’s Gate. Also, being mated to Tsu’tey meant that there was no way in hell that he’d let me go there alone. I pray to Eywa that this goes well because Tsu’tey and human-sized spaces don’t mix well… but that could just be the excuse that he gives me. Tsu’tey always looks a little too pleased when he breaks something.

“Promise me you'll watch your tail,” I look up at him, my eyes wide and pleading.

I could see him visibly soften under my gaze, better than the harsh glare he was giving the outside gate.

“I promise I will watch my tail,” He repeated dutifully.

“And that you’ll do your best not to break anything?” I pressed further.

I could see him hesitate, knowing that I’d trapped him, as he hates lying to me, “I promise I will do my best not to break anything,” He responded dejectedly.

I smile at him as I open my arms; Tsu’tey leans down so I can grab his face, kissing him sweetly.

“Thank you, baby,” I kiss him once more before parting.

With his spirits lifted, as much as they can be going onto Hell’s Gate, I lock our fingers together, pulling him into the airlock vents. As we enter, Tsu’tey grabs a ventilator for him to use here. The whole point of this visit is for me to get an updated injection. Monthly injections allow us to neutralize the poison in Pandora’s air, letting us breathe without the worry of masks. It is unsafe for younger kids to have, so we keep oxygen-safe places, letting the kids run without fear, like little Spider.

“(Y/N)! Tsu’tey!” I heard Spider’s little voice yell.

I turn and see that little five-year-old boy running at me as fast as his little legs can take him. Blond curls bounced as he ran, his face lit up as he saw his two favorite people.

“Spider!” I shouted, kneeling down and opening my arms.

Spider hit my chest, and his little arms wrapped tightly around my neck. Thankfully, Tsu’tey was behind me, so instead of hitting the floor, I simply leaned against his legs. I wrapped my arms as tightly as I dared around his little body, softly shaking him side to side, making him erupt in giggles.

“What are you doing here?” Spider asks me, his brown eyes curious.

I sit him on my lap, my arms still holding him, “I came to get my shot,” I explained honestly.

Spider scrunched his nose, remembering the last injections that he had to get, “Those are stinky,” he concluded.

I chuckle at his bluntness, “You’re right. They are stinky, but we need them to get strong,” I replied as I smoothed over his hair.

“But you’re an adult; why do you need one?” He asked, furrowing his brow.

“Well, there are some shots you have to get even when you’re an adult; the one that I’m getting lets me breathe outside without a mask on,” I did my best to explain.

Spider looked pensive in my lap, thinking for a moment, “(Y/N), if you didn’t get the shot, would you stay with me?” His large doe eyes stare into my soul.

I could feel Tsu’tey stiffen behind me before he sat down behind me and wrapped his arms around both of us.

“Ma’Prrnen, listen to me well,” Tsu’tey started, as his hand met mine, playing with Spider’s hair, “We have both been working very hard lately; do you know why?”

Spider shook his head, not understanding why Tsu’tey was asking such a question.

“Because right now, we are building a special place. The special place is in our kelku; you remember what that is, right?” He further questioned.

“Home! Kulku is a home!” Spider answered excitedly, happy to know the answer.

“That’s right! Good job, prrnen,” Tsy’tey’s face was proud, “The special place is almost finished, and when it is, then human air will be inside our kelku.” Tsu’tey paused, letting Spider absorb all the information, and not because he was choking up.

“So, I can breathe there?” Spider asked uncertainly.

I took over from here, “Yes, Spider, and as soon as it’s finished and you can breathe, you’re going to come with us. You’ll live with Tsu’tey and I,” I explained, tears in my eyes.

Spider’s face was pensive before he quietly asked me, “I go with you? I get to have a home? You’re gonna take me home? Like you’re my mommy and daddy?” With each word, my heart broke for him.

“Yes, prrnen, you’ll be our son, our ‘Itan. She’ll be your Mommy, and I’ll be your Sempu,” Tsu’tey whispers, shifting Spider so he was against his own chest.

Spider sat there shocked, as he was struggling to understand. Soon, tears started to fall as his body shook.

“Oh baby,” I coo, holding him close so he was protected on either side.

“Please! I Wanna go home! I wanna go home now! Please!” His sobs broke my heart.

“Soon, baby, just three more days. And you’re going to be so busy you won’t even notice it,” I put my head on top of Spider’s, kissing his curls, “Because you have to pack all your stuff, all toys, and blankies, then you’ll be right back with us.”

“Go home,” He cried.

“Yes, ‘Itan, we’ll go home,” Tsu’tey whispered.

The three of us sit there on the cold metal floor, holding each other, tears falling. Slowly, Spider’s sobs turned to hiccups, which turned to sniffles, and soon, he was sleeping in our arms.

I pat his hair as he sleeps, not wanting to move from our little pile.

“I will take him to his room and get him comfortable while you go to the med bay; I’ll meet you there,” Tsy’tey whispers into my hair.

I groan at the idea, refusing to move from my spot, instead curling in closer.

I could feel his laughter underneath me, “Go now, Yawne. The sooner we’re done here, the sooner we can finish the airlock for Spider,” He successfully bribed.

I pull away with a groan, standing up and popping my back after sitting on the floor for so long, “Fine, but only for Spider,” I leaned down and kissed Tsu’tey soundly and then Spider softly, not wanting to wake him.

“I will see you soon, Yawne,” Tsu’tey whispered, standing to his feet. Spider cradled close to his chest, and his tail warped around him, too.

“See you soon, love,” and with that, we went our perspective ways.

The med bay was plain and boring, as usual. The injection went without problems, the familiar pinch and burn, in and out in less than 3 minutes. Well, it would have been if I hadn’t gotten talking. I hadn’t seen my friends in a good while, so we all wanted to catch up. We talked about kids, boyfriends, husbands, new projects, and anything we haven’t discussed in the past month. It’s always a good time, with lots of laughs and giggles going around. Until the telltale crash, with the unmistakable sound of glass shattering, hit our ears. We all looked over, and lo and behold, Tsu’tey was there, shattered glass by his feet and a cloud of golden dust surrounding his form.

“Are you okay?” I asked, panicked, worried he may have cut himself.

“I-“ achoo “am-“ achoo “fine-“ achoo achoo “Yawne” achoo

I shook my head at his attempts to reassure me, turning to those behind me, “Does anyone know what was in those vials?” I ask them wearily.

The lot of them shook their heads with mutters of negatives. Sighing, I grabbed a nearby broom and started sweeping the shards around Tsu’tey’s bare feet.

“I promise you this time was actually an accident; I’m sorry, Yawne,” His ears pinned back from shame.

Looking at the tray they were on before, I believe him it was low, even for a human, below his knees.

“It’s alright, love, we just need to figure out what it was,” I eyed the golden powder covering his skin wearily.

Tsu’tey rubbed at the powder on his skin, the golden substance moving and rubbing into his skin, “It’s very soft,” his voice was curious but not malicious.

“Please try and not touch,” I whined, concerned that the dust was absorbing into his skin.

Tsu’tey shot me a look for my stupid comment, gesturing to it covering his entirety. I roll my eyes at him while checking for any lingering shards.

“Alright, the glass is gone; go wash in the bio showers,” I told him, pointing at the shower rooms, which he’s used multiple times for breaking things before.

I could see the grimace as he obeyed and walked to the containment showers. I sighed again, wondering what the side effects would be this time. Nothing lethal is stored in the med bay, but minor or inconvenient side effects are guaranteed. A couple too many people were using the med bay for ‘coupling,’ so Max started placing extra things in the med bay, but he didn’t catch any humans, just an annoyed Tsu’tey. I dumped the shards of glass into the trash, then returned to the scene of the crime, looking for anything that would tell me what the hell this stuff was. Thankfully, a clipboard was on the tray, mostly uncontaminated from the substances.

I read the paper intently, ensuring I didn’t miss a thing. My eyebrows rose as I continued to read, not expecting what I was reading. It seems that some avatars are having a difficult time managing their heat and ruts, and while working on birth control, they instead made an aphrodisiac that triggers a heat or rut. I tucked the clipboard under my arm and ran towards the showers, where Tsu’tey was glaring at the human-sized showers.

“Honey, let’s skip the shower and get home. Now,” I demand hurriedly.

Tsu’tey looked at me strangely, “Did you not just tell me to shower now? What’s with the change of heart?” He narrowed his eyes at me.

“I’ll explain on the way, but you are 100% fine, and we need to get you home now,” I pressed, grabbing his arm, the silky powder smooth under my fingertips.

Tsu’tey reluctantly allowed me to pull him along; I passed my friends, barely even waving behind me. We travel the corridors and swiftly leave Hell’s Gate while I’m still pulling Tsu’tey along. I look back at him, and his eyes are dilated, and his breathing is starting to become heavy. I urged Teu’tey along, trying to get him to pay attention to his surroundings, but it seemed he could only pay attention to me. Arriving at our kelku was a massive relief, but my work wasn’t over yet. I sat Tsu’tey on the ground, his chest heaving as he continued to take deep breaths, and his tail twitched irritably. Noticing that I didn’t have much time left, I turned to go and clean some of the kelku, ensuring nothing dangerous was on the floor. Instead, I was met by two strong arms wrapping around my waist.

“Where are you going, Yawne? You can’t leave now,” Tsu’tey’s nose buried itself in my hair, breathing me in deep.

“It’s alright, love. I’m just going to clean up a bit; I won't go far,” I tried to convince myself.

But his arms were like vises as he continued to take in my scent.

“So sweet, like paskalin,” He concludes, moving down so his nose was at my neck, “You’re my paskalin,” His voice was rumbly from purring.

I smile softly at my high mate, “Yes, love, I’m your paskalin; now I need to clean up our kelku, okay?” I soothe, trying to escape his arms, to no avail.

I gasped as Tsu’tey’s long, warm tongue tailed over the side of my neck, the wet trail cooling in the air.

“Kalin, paskalin,” He muttered, licking me again, sucking my skin into his mouth.

I bit back the moan that tried to escape as I wrenched myself out of Tsu’tey’s grasp.

“Baby, you gotta give me two seconds-” I tried to explain, only for Tsu’tey to lunge at me.

He’s now on his knees, his arms again wrapped around my waist, his head leaning on my stomach, eye darkened and begging, “‘Ì’awn, rutxe,” he licked at my stomach, working up towards my tits.

“Tsu’tey, I just- oh shit,” I once again attempted to persuade him to let me go, only for Tsu’tey to mouth at my tit, nipping on the side, then sucking my nipple into my mouth.

Using one of his hands, he trailed it over to my neglected tit, rolling my nipple, picking, and pulling at it, making me weak in the knees, but Tsu’tey held me in place, refusing to let up on his work on my tits.

Tsu’tey pulled away, looking at me beggingly, “Sìltsan?” He asks me.

I shakily nodded my head, “Yes, now, now I need you to listen,” I huffed out.

“Kin, kin,” He Tsu’tey begs, rolling his hips, the aphrodisiac from the powder fully taking effect.

“I know, baby, I know you need more, but I’m not ready,” I tried to explain to my needy mate.

“Srung,” Tsu’tey nodded to himself.

Fix? Assistance? What does he mean?

Tsu’tey unwrapped himself from me before laying down, placing his head between my legs. Tsy’tey pulled me down to my knees, my cunt now above his face. Having forgo panties today, under my skit Tsu’tey stares at my bare cunt.

“Sevin,” He whispered reverently before pulling me down the rest of the way.

His long tongue eagerly licked at my cunt, like he was a starved man. His tongue was erratic as he licked at my hole, begging for entrance, only to move up to my clit, and nip and suck at it, only to repeat it all again.

“Tsu’tey!” I moaned as I threw my head back, the pleasure overwhelming.

I rolled my hips, grinding myself into Tsu’tey’s mouth. Tsu’tey went back to my hole, begging for entrance with his tongue, pocking and prodding until he was finally able to slip in. His wet muscle wiggled around inside my gummy walls. I gasped as his tongue filled me, long, thick, and wet, stretching my core.

“Yes, baby, more, give me more,” I demand, as I take my tits into my hands, rolling and kneading at them.

Tsu’tey obeyed happily, slipping in a finger alongside his tongue, stretching me even more as his thumb came to play with my clit. I groaned from the added digit, happy for more, as they worked sloppily in my pussy. The sounds of my wetness rang through our kelku, and it became even louder as Tsu’tey added another finger, removing his tongue, and thrust his finger erratically, moving them around, desperately needing me to be ready for this cock.

“Ftxìlor,” He mumbled before biting my inner thigh.

I could feel my high nearing, and I had to jump off. Knowing that I am going to cum many times in the near future, I need to save my energy.

“Kehe! Nì’ul!” Tsu’tey whined, trying to follow me.

I quickly put my foot in his chest, keeping him down, “‘Ì’awn,” I demand firmly, my skin still tingling as my heart pounds in my chest, distracted by my near high.

Tsu’tey lays there while rolling his hips. His central slit is completely relaxed, his cock peaking out, needing to breed. It’s hard and throbbing as it wrestles with his tewng, getting caught in the straps.

“Rutxe, rutxe, rutxe, nì’ul’ul,” Tsu’tey begged me, tears pricking at his eyes.

I pressed my foot harder into his chest, “‘Ì’awn,” This time, I was firmer in my tone, not leaving any room for him to disobey.

I removed my foot, watching as his hips rolled and his hands flexed by his side, wanting to reach and touch me. Tsu’tey’s body was flush and sweaty; he breathed harshly through his mouth, panting like a dog. His eyes stared unblinkingly at my pussy, the object of his desires. I leaned down and started to untie his tewng. The spines of his cock had started to get tangled in the straps. His large cock begins as the same color as his skin, then lightens as it progresses, with the tapered tip being a pretty lavender. The shaft is covered in firm spines that are similar to his kuru, each of them wiggling, wanting to lock inside their mate.

“Rutxe!” Tsu’tey’s muscles spasmed as he cried out.

I finally got the damned tewng untangled, and I threw it to the side; I quickly straddled him, “Mawey, muntxatan,” I cooed at him as I grabbed his cock, aligning it with my cunt.

I lowered myself onto his cock slowly. His cockhead slips past my entrance easily, but once I reach the spines on his cock it becomes more difficult. I groan as I force myself down as each spine pops inside me, each of his spines coming to life inside me, all of them eager to find a spot to lock inside me.

“Feel so good, Tsu’tey,” I moan as his cock rubs my walls.

Tsu’tey’s eyes were nearly black, and only a small ring of light green remained as moans slipped from his lips, his mind completely blank; the only thing that he could focus on was my wet heat surrounding his cock, and his need to breed me.

“Paskalin, win si,” Tsu’tey moaned deeply, his chest vibrating underneath me as he grabbed my hips, attempting to pull me down faster.

I smacked his hands away, refusing to go any faster, “Voìk si,” I demanded sternly as I slid another inch inside me.

“Paskalin, rutxe, rutxe,” Tsu’tey cried out as I continued my slow descent.

I lean up and hold his jaw in my hand, leading his lips to mine. We kiss messily, our mouths open, and our tongues collide, sliding against each other as we breathe each other's breath. I moan onto Tsu’tey as he whimpers; the pleasure of me ricking my hips magnifies the further down I get.

“Oh shit,” I whisper shakily as I bottomed out, every part of Tsu’tey’s cock filling me, making me feel whole.

The spines started to work harder, each of them wiggling around inside me, while some had already found their spot, hardening in place and refusing to budge. I bounded in place, racking his spines along my sensitive walls as I started to rub my clit. Everything was soaked from spit and my juices, making a sticky, slick mess underneath my thighs. My core was already wound tight from before; I just needed a little more,”

“Come on, baby, come on, give it to me, give me your cum Tsu’tey,” I mewled as I rocked myself more on his cock, even as it became more difficult.

Tsu’tey’s arms wrapped around me, sling me down so we were chest to chest, before he lifted his hips up and rocked into me. His cock never slipped an inch, simply dragging me back and forth, stuck on his cock. My hand had slipped from my clit, but it was crushed against Tsu’tey’s stomach, making me grind it as I was sent back and forth on his cock. Sending sharp pleasure through my body, causing tears to prick in my eyes.

Tsu’tey growled loudly as he neared his own release. His cock head found my cervix, grinding against it trying to seek entrance.

“Tsu’tey!” I whined as he breached my cervix, entering into a forbidden place.

It was a slow burn that heated the rest of my core, and it snapped the coil inside me. I came screaming; each of my limbs was shaking as I thrashed on top of Tsu’tey, crying my release. But Tsu’tey wasn’t done; the tendrils at the base of his cockhead, started to work. They wiggled themselves between his cock and the walls of my cervix, forming a tight seal. I whined as the tight space was forced even wider, my body already oversensitized. When finally he came, ropes upon rope of cum hit my womb, not a drop able to escape as it went deeper inside me. Tsu’tey held me close, his chest vibrating in a purr, happy to have finally bred his mate. I could feel the vibrations on my clit, causing me to flinch, as my body wasn’t ready to go again so soon. But I will have to anyway; Tsu’tey’s rut was triggered, and we have another four days of this.

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marymary-diva17 · 2 years ago

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their wife or yawne

Jake x tsutey x reader x Neytiri

avatar master list

It seems like the great mother had made a great match when she had guided your towards your three mates, there was a time in your life when you thought you will never have a mate and might have to wait years for true love. It seems like you were wrong as the great mother had given you three wonderful mates that made you so happy, and to them you were someone who caught their eye right away and someone they wish ti spend the rest of their life with as well. When the opportunity came all four of you had taken it not looking back, as it will be foolish to not take the chance the great mother has given your four right now.

y/n " so please will one of you tell me why we have come all the way out there" you were looking at your three mates they had told you this morning, that all three of you will be together but it wasn't for any task that you knew about and they didn't say anything else.

Jake " well we thought it will be good to get some time away form village life and enjoy our time with our wife, that we haven't been able to be with for a while now"

neytiri " so we thought it will be good to come here and have some time with you, as we haven't been able to have boding time with you lately"

y/n " oh so why didn't you tell me right away"

tsu'tey " we wish for it to be a surprise for you"

y/n " well I really love this surprise"

Jake " see I told you two she will love my surprise I was the one who came up with the idea ... oww really tsutey"

tsu'tey " you are lying we all help make this surprise don't listen to him" you and neytiri laugh as the two males had gotten into a play fight acting like children.

neytiri " come on you two stop fighting before your drive away our beautiful wife" neytiri soon pushed both males away form each other, as they still looked at each other and whispers something.

y/n " well come on lets have some fun before something else comes up and drags us away from this time off"

Jake " oh you don't have to worry mo'at,norm,and mat with a few other have that covered they will allow us to have the day with you"

y/n " oh so then lets enjoy the day my wife and husbands" you walked off from your spouses getting their attention, and they soon followed after you it seems like they were under your spell. The couple had headed towards a beautiful lake, Jake and tsutey were doing their own thing while you are sitting in the grass with neytiri behind you.

neytiri " my love when aren you going to give up these sky people clothes, and start wearing our traditional clothes they will best suit you" neytiri was looking at your clothes and soon kissed your shoulder.

y/n " I might give it a try"

neytiri " you should give it a try it has been a long time since you left your human body and come one us official"

y/n " okay you have won me over if you can find me something that best suits me, then I will give it a try my love" you had turned around to look at neytiri, she soon gave you a smile.

neytiri " wonderful"

y/n " are you planing to do this on your own or ask our husbands for help"

neytiri " those fools know nothing of what will be perfect clothing for a women. and if we let them dress you then you will be wearing something stupid"

y/n " oh neytiri" you soon kissed neytiir making her smile and soon kiss your back as well.

Jake " oh what going on here that make neytiri get all the love, and leave me all alone"

neytiri " well I was have a wonderful conversation with y/n here and I was trying to get her to give up these human clothes, and try our traditional wear" Jake and tsu'tey seem to smirk at the idea after they were done looking at each other and soon pack at their wives.

Jake " you know I don't mind that it will be good to see you, have some change it will make you even more beautiful"

tsu'tey " I have to agree it will be good to see give our clothing change a again you didn't look to bad wearing it before" you soon smile and giggle at your spouses response, as you sat there with neytiri behind you whole Jake was to your right and tsutey to your left.

y/n " fine if you all can work together and not fight then I will give it a chance" all four adults had nodded their heads in agreement, it seems like they were going to be working together. Even due they all love each other there were times when the couple will get in stupid fight over something or to get someone attention.

days later

neytiri " you can come out now love"

y/n " okay I'm coming out but no silly jokes and comments"

tsu'tey " we will be good yawne" you soon came out of the room showing your spouses on how good the clothes looked on you, as you stood in front of them.

y/n " how do I look" soon all three of them were looking at you as stood there, wearing the new outfit that had been made for you. It was all thanks to the work of neytiri, Jake, and tsutey as they had planned the outfit together.

Jake " wow you look beautiful"

tsutey " Jake is right you are very beautiful in that the color really bring out your eyes"

neytiri " see you are beautiful there is nothing you should be worried about"

y/n " thank you all I really love the outfit"

neytiri " we are happy to hear that now you would no longer needs those horrible human clothes you can wear this, and it will be perfect for you"

y/n " yes you are right I will no longer need those clothes" you mates had given you bright smiles, the day seem to be very successful after all for them. There might be a bigger reason for why you and your spouses had such a tight and special bond. but that was something that might have to discovered later on in life.

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furiouspersonakitten · 5 months ago

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They did have children! Sonya gave birth to twins (boy and a girl) and carrying around two babies was not easy, ooof

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xylianasblog · 11 months ago

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Blue

Pairings: Tsu’tey x FemReader

Summary: Learning to live is hard.

Warnings: Angst, sadness, just.. angst and maybe some comfort but mostly angst, major character death

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The days passed by in a blur, you hated him. His entire existence until you didn’t, until you had grown to love him.

Everything had gone by in a blue, the color of life seemed to fade right before your eyes. All you could see was blue.

Blue in your everyday life.

At first the color meant warmth, life, the love you shared with the grumpy na’vi. Now it represents the sadness that you have when you can’t feel his body.

A constant reminder that you lost him that day in battle, you watched as he took his last breath, his last words were “Oel ngati kameie.” And you had never felt dislike for the color blue so heavy as you felt it that day.

A color once so pretty for you turned into something you couldn’t bear to see, couldn’t stand to look at only when you were one with the spirit tree. Yet even then those moments still lacked the color you once had in your life.

Who knew a color such as the one you loved could really made you feel so blue.

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eywaseclipse · 1 year ago

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Tsu'tey

Headcanons:

What They're Like When They're Jealous

Tsu'tey as a Mate

How They Eat Kitty*

One Shots:

None yet

Drabbles:

None yet

Series:

None yet

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quicktosimp · 1 year ago

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Pretty Lace

Kinkmas Day 03

Warnings: Lingerie, Thigh Fucking, Alien Genitalia, Breeding Kink, This is Mostly Fluff

A/N: I have never seen lingerie in person before, so I am hoping that I did decent on this one 😅

Go and check out @neteyamsyawntu, and give her a huge thank you for this event 💗

Tsu’tey and I have been courting for over two years, a common occurrence for the long-lived Na’vi. Because of their longevity, the Na’vi do not mind long courtships because once they mate before Eywa, it is for life. Now, early mating is not rejected or rare either, as long as it is announced and the proper rites have passed. One of the main reasons Neytiri and Jake’s mateship was such a scandal is because they hadn’t announced their courtship or allowed her parents to prepare Neytiri for the before and after party. Similar to a human wedding, there is a great gathering of the clan, where the Olo’eyktan and Tasik give their blessings and prey to Eywa for blessings upon the union, with their parents by their side, the following day after the completion of their mateship, a party to celebrate their union, they are the largest parties for the Omatikaya. The day our courting was announced, the clan celebrated, glad that Tsu’tey was finally looking to mate. The party started before eclipse and didn’t end until after dawn. While my avatar form was stuffed with food and fermented drink, my human body was starved when I awoke from the linking pod. My avatar form was sleeping off the hangover whilst I cared for Tsu’tey, who swore off excessive drinking between heaves.

“Now, what has you smiling, Yawntutsyìp?” Tsu’tey asks me from his spot on the floor, restringing his bow.

“Just remembering our courting party, mostly the morning after,” I tease at the end.

“Ba, that morning was awful. Why would you find amusement in that?” He asked, his nose scrunching in distaste.

I laugh softly as I walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kiss his cheek, “Because that was the first I got to take care of you. Before that, it was a challenge for me to care for you. You would doge any of my attempts while trying to care for me. It meant a lot for me to help you then, and it helped afterward, too. You would let me start doing things for you, bringing you foods, restringing this damn bow for the millionth time,” I trail off, as Tsu’tey placed his bow to the side and wrapped his large arm around me.

“I guess something good did come of that morning then. However, I did not realize that I was that bad,” Tsu’tey admits, rubbing his chin on my head.

“You literally refused to use the spare cleaning cloth that I brought and instead chose to walk covered in ikran dung through the village to the waterfall to bathe,” I leaned back to look at him flabbergasted.

A beautiful purple blush speckled at his cheeks, “That was an exceptionally bad day. I hoped to impress you before giving you a gift to initiate courtship. Instead, I made a fool out of myself.”

I giggled at him, amused by the truth, “I only thought of you as being foolish when you walked through the village and even refused your own mother's help,” I shook my head at the memory; that was how his mother and I met, watching Tsu’tey refuse any aid and storm away to bathe.

She had invited me to her kelku for tea, and she told me many stories about Tsu’tey and his stubbornness growing up.

“Well, I, um, I didn’t want to seem incapable to you,” He stuttered out as his face became a deep shade of purple.

“I love you darling, but you must admit, you were quite stupid then,” I laugh as I stroke a finger down his nose before cupping his face.

Tsu’tey’s laugh merges with mine, “You are right, Tìyawn, I really was an idiot,” his hands smooth over my body, and his finger dips under my dress.

“I’m glad to see we're on the same page,” I smile as I bring our lips together.

Tsy’tey pulled me closer, bringing us chest to chest, as my other hand tangled in his braids. Our lips moved in tandem as we reconnected, bringing ourselves closer after a long day apart. As Tsu’tey’s hand traveled up my shirt, I backed away from him, both of us panting from lack of breath.

Tsu’tey looked at me confused, wondering why I backed away when things were just starting to heat up.

“I have a surprise for you,” I explained coyly.

His expression is now one of eagerness as he leans forward, intrigued.

Slowly, I move my hands down over my chest and stomach, grabbing onto the hem of my dress and wiggling my hips as I pull it off, giving Tsu’tey a show. I hear a sharp intake of breath as Tsu’tey’s eyes dilate. Underneath my dress, I revealed a powder blue babydoll. It was all a beautiful floral lace with interactive patterns to match the stripes of my avatar. The top was slightly richer in tone with a plunging neckline that showed more than it covered. The sheerness of the garment revealed matching lace panties in a deep blue that matched the color of Tsu’tey’s stripes. This was finalized by a pair of white stockings that went right above my knee.

“What is this, Syulang? It is gorgeous,” Tsu’tey whispered reverently, licking his lips.

“Humans called it lingerie; it’s meant to be worn around your lover,” I explain bashfully.

Slowly, Tsu’tey reaches for me, gently running a finger over the lace of the babydoll, “I must say I think this is one of the only things Tawtute have gotten right,” he says distractedly, as his eye rake up and down my body.

“I’m glad you like it,” I stated gleefully, glad that my hundreds of hours from hand-crocheting lace didn’t go to waste, a huge relief for me.

“Yawntutsyìp, is this what you have been working on for the last year?” Tsu’tey asks me, bewildered.

I nod, glad he noticed my work, “Yes, I wanted something special just for us. "

“The material is so delicate. I will have to make sure it stays pristine,” Tsu’tey lays a kiss on my navel over the lace, “I cannot let something this important be damaged.

He moves his head, kissing lower, as I thread my fingers through his braids, tightening my grip as he reaches my core. Tsu’tey places a gentle kiss on my clothed clit, before the flat of his tongue licks from my hole to clit over the fabric. His tongue pushed the lace into my skin, creating a delicious friction.

“Tsu’tey!” I gasp as electric pleasure flows through me.

I feel his chuckle on my cunt, as he latches himself onto my pussy, sucking it into his mouth. The pleasure made my knees wobble, and Tsu’tey moved to hold me steady, letting go of my cunt, to rearrange me. He laid me on my back, lifting my legs, leaving my ass in the air. The babydoll fell, exposing my stomach, but miraculously still covering my tits as Tsu’tey stared at my clothed cunt. He then placed my feet on his chest as he fumbled with his central slit, easing out his cock into the open air.

I moved to try and take off the babydoll, wanting to expose myself to him only to be cut off.

“No, Syulang, leave it on. I want to enjoy the gift even more,” Tsu’tey reached over me, grabbing the bottle of oil, “Do not worry about a thing. I will take care of everything. All you need to do is enjoy,” He purred.

I lay myself flat on the ground, open to whatever Tsu’tey chooses to do. And I watch as he pours the oil into the palm of his hand before rubbing it onto his cock, making sure to cover each spine. He then moved to my open thighs, rubbing the oil all over them. I cocked my head to the side but did not mention my confusion, simply trusting him. Tsu’tey places his large dick between my thighs, squeezing my legs tight around him. Slowly he starts to thrust, and each spine on his cock rubs against my clit, making me soak my panties.

“You feel so good, Yawntutsyìp,” Tsu’tey groans as he continues his slow movements between my thighs.

I whine as a harsher thrust causes several spines to hit my clit repeatedly, “Please, Tsu’tey, more!” I beg.

Each thrust causes electric waves of pleasure to flow through my body, forcing me to arch my back even more. Tsu’tey’s arms wrapped firmly around my thighs before he began to move faster.

“Is this what you wish for?” Tsu’tey asks breathlessly, “Eywa, your thighs feel so good, and these pretty things covering your feet, I almost wish you would never take them off,” He growls.

I can’t help the small squeal that left my lips as the growl vibrated down into his dick, causing a sharp pleasure to flow through me. My thighs tremble at the feeling, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. The coil in my core was tightening, ready to be released.

“Does this feel good for you, too, Yawntutsyìp? My muntxate, that is what you will be soon, and the thought of it makes me want to breed you now. That’s why I cannot be inside you now, or I will mate with you here, with or without Eywa’s presence,” Tsu’tey words were said with love and lust, and his spines hardened with every word that spilled from his lips.

“Tsu’tey!” I screamed as his words were followed by harsh thrusts, bringing me over the edge.

My vision whited out as pleasure racked through my body, and my limbs trembled as wetness covered my body. When my vision cleared, I was panting harshly but was greeted by the sight of Tsu’tey cumming, his face contorted in pleasure, as rope after rope of cum, sprayed, landing on my thighs, body, and face. Gradually, as Tsu’tey’s high wore off, he laid my legs down, rubbing at my hips and thighs to make sure they wouldn’t cramp. From there, his hands traveled, rubbing his pearlescent cum onto my skin, marking me as his; finally, he curled around me, his tail flopping and wrapping around my side.

While I am slightly bummed that Tsu’tey’s mom won our bet, overall, I am happy with how this turned out because no matter what, I win, and after all, I did just get proposed to.

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