#like the warrior and the one who helps on the sidelines???

[the-broken-beluga-tail]

Ok so spoilers for Percy Jackson The last Olympian but like I just realized Silena and Clarisse are a platonic version of Achilles and Patroclus. Oh.

#pjo fandom #pjo spoilers #percy jackon and the olympians #the last olympian #silena beauregard #clarisse la rue #like omg #each book represents a Greek hero and it’s obvi that this one is Achilles yk #but the whole *dressing as someone else that doesn’t wanna go into battle for prideful reason* IS SO OBVIOUS IM SO DUMB #LIKE. the whole part of the ares cabin not feeling appreciated and letting the war happen is sooo Achilles #I guess we know who was the best of Greeks #like if Chris and Charles weren’t a thing I swear to god Silena and clarisse would have dated #like the warrior and the one who helps on the sidelines??? #the impulsive and powerful one that always needs to be in the limelight and the calm one who feels useless #I was so blind wtf

[lovemyavatar]

Push

Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Summary: you love teasing the Olo'eyktan's oldest son, but how much will he let you push before he snaps?

Warnings: childhood friends to rivals to lovers, angst, slight enemies to lovers but they're just dumb, (aged up) nsfw, kinda dom Neteyam, inexperienced reader, p in v

Pull, Equilibrium

It started when you were young.

Your infatuation with Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan came on hard, and swift.

It was your fifth cycle around the moon. A group of children came together to play and fish in a small pond. Neteyam, though only a year your senior, was much more skilled than any of you. One of the perks of being the future Olo'eyktan.

He showed you how to hold the line, how to feed the bait onto the carved hook. When you failed time and time again, he waited until no one was looking, and shoved his own fish into your hands. He pulled them up over your head, declaring that you had the first catch of the day.

You beamed, an expression that was reserved only for him for the next several years.

He was a pillar in your life. Always there, a gentle teacher when things were hard. He coached you for weeks before you tamed your own Ikran. Helped you master the bow. Supported you at your coming of age ceremony. Painted your skin with traditional warriors paint before missions. He was your rock, providing stability at every turn.

Until...he wasn't.

One day, as if a flip simply switched, he became cold. When you returned from hunting parties, he was no longer on the sideline waiting. He avoided you around the village, turning the opposite direction if he saw you coming near. If you managed to hold his attention for even a few seconds, he exchanged pleasantries and quickly excused himself.

Your best friend was gone. Just like that.

You had no idea what was going on. Nothing had happened, no fight, no betrayal, nothing you could think of that would tear him away so swiftly. From that day on you tried your hardest to break through the newly formed wall between you.

When he sat alone weaving, you would occupy the space beside him and talk until he responded politely. If he was going on an adventure with his siblings, you'd ask to join, knowing at least one of them would agree. You'd wait around outside his family tent, ready to trail him to wherever he was going.

That is, until one day, when he returned from a hunt and told you how he really felt.

“Eywa, will you just stop?” He turns abruptly, making you lurch to a halt in order to avoid ramming into him.

“What—I don't understand, 'Teyam. Did something happen—” A hopefulness shakes your voice. Hope that it isn't you. That something happened on the hunt to make him so irritated.

“You're so annoying, always following me around.” His hands gesture harshly, anger tightening his face. “Don't you have any friends to bother?”

You simply stood before him, gaping for several long moments. By the time the words processed, he'd already fled with a rough breath. That was the day things really changed between you.

Unbeknownst to you, there was a reason for the sudden shift. His parents, always thinking of the future, had told him a mate would be chosen for him soon. He would be the next Olo'eyktan, after all, and the pairing must be suitable for the prosperity of the clan.

They chose you.

From that moment, you became more than a friend. You became an obligation. Another addition to the long list of expectations his parents piled onto his shoulders. He crumbled under the weight, directing his spite to you since he couldn't show disrespect to his elders. It ate at him, the way he treated you, but the damage had already been done.

At first, you were sad. Many tears were shed over the situation. Many lonely nights spent at the secret spots the two of you had once frequented. Then, you got angry. Who was he to abandon you without reason? Without explanation?

So, you did what any vengeful woman would do and decided to get even.

You decided you would get his attention one way or another. Several methods proved successful. When you challenged him, his eyes would zero in on you, something dark flickering behind the glowing yellow. If you bested him, he'd huff and stalk off, shoulders tense. But if you teased him? That really got the reaction you were looking for.

He'd challenge you to races, and you'd win nearly every time, never wasting an opportunity to gloat.

“Oh, you were so close. Maybe next time.” Your voice is sickly sweet as you release your queue from your Ikran, feet hitting warm stone.

Neteyam lands a moment later, quickly dismounting his own beast. He turns on you, chin dipped, eyes hooded as they slice through yours harshly. “You cheated.”

“Don't be jealous just because I know a shortcut.” A huff falls from your lips as you smooth a braid away from your face.

“You always do this.” Fists clench at his sides, mouth slanting into a deep frown.

“Do what? Beat you?” You blink up at him innocently, and he seethes.

He seemed to always get angry if you put yourself in harms way, scolding you just as he would his siblings.

“You should not be so stupid.” He points a finger directly in your face, shoulders hunched with tension.

“You should not be so uptight.” You mimick his stance, poking a finger into his broad chest.

He growled, actually growled, the sound sending a flutter from your stomach to the heat between your legs. He took a step toward you, hand extending before he thought better and pulled it to his side.

“Be more careful, or next time I will tell your father.” He stalks off in a huff, leaving you to smirk victoriously to yourself.

After some testing, and pushing, you realized that nothing riled him up quite like the sight of you with another man.

You used this to your advantage, waiting until he was in view to share a few lingering touches or soft glances. You never took it too far, knowing it wasn't fair to give anyone the wrong idea. Your actions were innocent enough, but still, they made his blood boil.

He noticed every touch, every smile, every tiny little interaction. He was constantly distracted by it. Hearing the way the other men talked about you, that was hard enough, but seeing it right in front of him? It was almost too much to bear.

The moment he'd had enough came just after your twentieth birthday celebration. The entire clan came together to dance and sing, lifting you up in prayer for a good future. He was looking for you toward the end of the party, eyes flicking over the crowd. He was about to give up, go back to the family tent for the night, when he heard you.

His gaze snapped to the edge of the forest. You emerged with a burst of melodic laughter, head thrown back in joy. You weren't alone. One arm dragged behind you, fingers entwined with another's. Instantly, he saw red, his vision blurring until that small connection was the only thing in sight.

He stalked toward you without hesitation, something pulling at his heart when your smile dropped.

“A word?” He barks the order, giving you no time to protest as he rips your hand free and drags you back into the trees.

“Neteyam, what's going on?” Your voice is breathless as you lurch forward, trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

He doesn't stop until you reach a secluded section of the forest, surrounded by glittering foliage. He turns on you, quickly dropping your hand.

“What were you doing with that boy?” The question is ground out through a tight jaw.

You stumble back in surprise. “I don't see how that's any of your business.”

“When someone touches you, it is my business.”One large step closes the distance again. “Did he touch you, Y/N?”

“I—” This dance continues, you moving back and him advancing, stalking you like prey. “I don't—”

“Answer the question.” His voice drops, the raspy demand making you swallow thickly, something fluttering deep in your stomach. The intensity of his eyes burns through you.

You don't stop moving, walking backward until rough bark presses into your spine. Neteyam meets you there, looming over you from only a few inches away.

“No.” The response isn't as firm as you would've liked, your voice wobbling with some unknown emotion.

“No, he didn't touch you?” He tilts his head down to meet your eyes, one hand moving up to rest against the tree above your head. “Or no, you won't answer?”

You lift your chin in defiance, gaze locking with his in silent challenge. A sudden brashness wafts through you. “Why does it matter?”

“Y/N, I swear...” His jaw clenches so hard he fears he might crack a tooth. He doesn't even sound like himself, breathing ragged and voice deep.

“What are you gonna do, mighty warrior?” A smirk tilts the corner of your lips, seeing how worked up you've gotten him.

He growls darkly, free hand moving to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widen in surprise, a gasp parting your lips just before he connects them with his. He isn't gentle, lips slanting over yours as he takes the final step forward to eliminate any remaining space between you.

With his chest pressed against yours, you feel the rapid cadence of his heart. You can't help but instantly respond, stomach dipping. A pathetic sigh echoes from the trees, your hands lifting to wrap around his thin waist.

“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” He rips his lips from yours, instead moving to litter your neck with sloppy kisses. Your head all but slams against the tree as you throw it back in ecstasy. “You push, and push, just waiting for me to break. Isn't that right?”

A ragged moan falls from parted lips as sharp fangs nip at your skin.

“Say it.” He demands, moving back to pin you in place with a heated glare.

“Yes, yes.” You cage his face between your hands, pulling him back in.

Your lips slot together perfectly, moving in a feverish frenzy. He hums against you, knee knocking into yours to force your legs apart. He pushes his leg up, wedging his muscular thigh between yours.

He groans as your heat warms his skin, covering the sound of your desperate gasp. In an instant he grips your wrists, pining them above your head with one hand while the other moves to rip your loincloth from your hips.

“Is this okay?” He asks a moment too late, but you're too delirious with desire to care. Your head bobs quickly and he wastes no time in reconnecting your lips.

He holds you in place, strong thigh supporting your weight as you begin trembling. Your hips rut against his strong thigh, seeking friction. A broken sound pours into his mouth when his smooth skin catches your clit. Your core pulses with want, aching to be filled.

You've never felt like this, so out of control with desire. You don't know exactly what's going on, just that you need something. Anything to satiate this feeling. A tightness swells in your lower belly. Neteyam groans against you when he feels your slick against his leg.

He can't wait any longer, trailing a feather light touch down the column of your throat, your chest, your stomach, until he reaches the place he wants to be most.

“I need to stretch you, yawne (beloved).” He warns, just before a finger tentatively prods at your entrance.

You cry out against the foreign feeling, though the digit slides right in without protest. You tremble against him, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around the intrusion.

“‘Teyam!” You use the nickname that hasn't passed your lips in years, head tilting back as he gently thrusts his finger a few times.

“Yeah, that's right.” He grumbles, chest tight with emotion, adding another digit. “Say my name, sevin (pretty).”

“‘Teyam, ‘Teyam, ‘Teyam!” You cry out with each languid push against your sex, hips rocking to force him deeper.

He grunts against your neck, forehead pressed into you for support. He's painfully hard beneath his loincloth, hips rutting into yours shakily. He could cum from this, the noises you're making pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

He adds a third finger, and you wail pathetically, the pleasurable sting unlike anything you've felt before.

“‘Teyam, need you, please.” You don't care that you're begging, that he's gotten the best of you in this situation. You just need him to quench this desire, this emptiness suddenly fluttering your insides.

“Fuck, Y/N. You're not ready yet.” His voice is guttural, tormented with the wait, but he needs to make sure he won't hurt you.

You groan in protest, ripping your hands free of his loose hold. He's momentarily stunned as you undo his loincloth in record time. Your fingers wrap around his length, and he mewls. His hips snap forward, broken noises rumbling against your shoulder.

“Now, Neteyam.” You demand, angling his tip at your entrance.

“Shit, yawntutsyip (darling), wait.” His fingers leave you, but you barely have time to register the way your pussy clenches before he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his hips.

He carries you a few steps to a clearing and gently lays you down, back now pressed against soft grass. You smile up at him as he leans over you, fingers soothing over his cheeks.

“Hi.” You whisper, eyes glittering under the eclipsed sun.

“Hi.” He can't help but grin, heart soaring at the position. He finally has you the way he wants, the way he's always wanted but was too stupid to realize.

“Ready?” He grips his pulsing cock and lines it up to you, gaze boring into yours to make sure.

“For you, always.” Your arms wrap around his neck languidly, pulling him in as he gently eases inside you.

Your back bows from the earth, chest pressing into his. He releases a ragged breath, eyes pinching at the way you're squeezing him. Slowly, slowly, he presses on until he bottoms out, tip nestled tightly against your womb.

“Neteyam…” You whimper, brows pinched, unsure what you’re even asking for.

“I know, baby, I know.” He coos gently, fingertips pushing stray braids from your forehead. “Gonna move now, okay?”

“Please.” You nod vigorously, legs tightening around his hips in encouragement.

“Fuck.” The curse slips past tight lips as he pulls out, slowly pressing back in to test the feeling.

“More, more.” Your head thrashes, the sensation too much and not enough all at once.

His forearms press into the dirt, caging you in as they support his weight. He grits his teeth, restraint tightening his chest. “Don’t want to hurt you, yawne (beloved)."

You groan with frustration and decide to take matters into your own hands. With your legs, still wrapped tightly around his hips, you twist harshly. The two of you roll to the side, Neteyam’s back hitting the ground with the force of the movement.

Wide eyes meet yours in surprise, the expression quickly morphing into one of pure ecstasy as you pull back until his cock is nearly all the way out before slamming back down.

“Fuck, Y/N, wait—” Fingers clamp around your hips to force you still.

Your core rolls forward, grinding your clit just how you need against him. You’re a moaning, stuttering mess, blubbering on top of him. Hands move to press into his strong stomach, stabilizing your efforts.

“Oh, Eywa.” His eyes roll back, hands going slack to allow you more freedom. He’s gone, all composure forfeit under the need to cum, the need to make you cum.

He slides a hand to your front, thumb pressing into your clit gently. You let out a ragged, broken noise, and he circles the digit, needing to hear it again.

“‘Teyam! I—I think…” Breath catches in your throat, muscles tensing around him. Something swells in your lower belly, an unfamiliar but incredibly pleasurable feeling.

He growls, the friction sending his pulsing cock closer to the edge. “Atta girl, come on. Cum for me.”

In an instant you’re frozen, pussy clenching hard until it gushes around him. You scream, the sound echoing through dense trees as you tremble with the force of your orgasm. Your back bows, bringing your closer to him as he lurches upright to take a nipple into his mouth.

“Y/N—I’m gonna—can I?” It's a desperate plea, the last bit of restraint he has left used to hold off his impending orgasm.

You nod quickly, arms encircling his head. “Yes, yes. Fill me up, yawnetu (love).”

He ruts against you, spilling into your core with a rough growl. His fangs nip at your neck, not hard enough to draw blood but to leave a little sting. He pulls you tight against him, arms crossing around your back.

Ragged breaths fill the forest as you both settle into stillness. Your fingers rub gentle circles into the back of his neck, his own smoothing down your sides. You feel the quick thrum of his heart against yours as he twitches inside you, making you whimper pathetically into his ear.

He gently lifts you, pulling out, your core spasming against the movement. He lays down in the grass, taking you with him, tucking you into his side and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. A contented sigh leaves your lips, eyes closing to bask in the afterglow for several minutes.

“You’re mine now, you know that right?” His voice is gentle, no authority behind the words, just speaking them as plainly as the truth.

You chuckle gently, nestling closer to his chest. “I’ve always been yours, ‘Teyam.”

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[yawntu]

Tsyeym

A/N: Yo I thought I posted this last night, took shrooms. Finally just woke back up came and checked and was like no way no one has interacted w this fic and then realized i never pressed post. Rotxo deserves more love so I decided in a little fic for him. Switch x Switch couples are just my cup of tea. This is not my fav but I am a sucker for love and romance. It’s grammarly proofread but not beta read 🤭 (might be looking for another beta reader)

pairing(s): Rotxo x f!Reader, platonic!Ao’nung x f!Reader (briefly)

word count: ~8k

warnings: NSFW / MDNI, Size kink, stomach bulge, face sitting(f!receiving), Cunnalingus, Cumswaping maybe?, Spit, he’s a messy eater you can’t tell me otherwise, beach sex, Jealous!Rotxo, he’s just so sweet and pretty, Unprotected, love taps on your butt, “girl” is used, it’s pretty soft for the most part, he’s obsessed and def a simp

na’vi glossary: sayrìp : handsome, skxawng : moron, tsyeym : treasure / precious

Playfully scrapping had become increasingly popular amongst your friend group since you had been introduced to each other's cultures all those years ago. It was commonplace to play amongst yourselves. Just earlier in the evening you and Ao’nung had just almost spoiled your dinner by shoving each other's faces into the sand after a slap-boxing horseplay over some crustacean turned into a rather enthralling spar that had both of your fathers rooting for and coaching from an imagined sideline (and mothers who were doing more yelling and hooting in excitement then offering tactical advice).

Rotxo had even watched in amusement as it seemed Ao’nung had succeeded in neutralizing you with a knee on your back. Unfortunately, Ao’nung had been a fool and got off of you to turn to his father with a grin. It took you only seconds for you to contort yourself into a crouch and launch yourself into the back of his legs sending him forward onto his knees. His shock gave you enough time to maneuver both of your palms onto the back of his head and dramatically push his face right down into the sand,

“That is for punching me,”

And Rotxo couldn’t help the pang of jealousy at the fact that your pretty thighs straddle his best friend's back. Or the fact that jealousy grew into a painful lump in his throat when Ao’nungs arm hooks behind him to support your frame as he almost barrel rolls half onto his back to pin your thigh under his body and halt your assault with a laugh.

All your family and friends are laughing at the two of you, and your mothers coo as they watch you wipe sand off of Ao’nungs face. Rotxo couldn’t stop the bitter resentment that bubbled in his chest at the sight. He hated feeling this way. He hated the way you made him feel not quite like himself.

Which is why he does his very best at keeping it hidden. Not that it’s hard for him to forget the resentment he feels for you the second you give him your attention. Even only hours after the disgusting display of affection with his best friend. When you kindly ask him to accompany you on a walk he can’t even think about how upset he had been. Even now while your chiding voice disrupts the peacefulness of your walk and the beauty of the light beginning to set over the reef.

“You’re mad because I will not spar with you?”

He cuts off your words. The duck of the young warrior's head, so he could speak to you face to face as you walked down the beach only insults you more. Had he been on the side closest to the soft waves you’d have no doubt shoved him onto his ass into the assaulting water. Obviously that is what you were angry about-

“Is it because I cheat when I fight Ao’nung? If he is so stupid as to keep turning his back on me after all this time then he is at fault,”

You sound genuinely confused as you try desperately to make sense of why Rotxo would rough house with Lo’ak or Neteyam and even Kiri but not you. It’s funny how conceited you sound even as you’re practically bouncing next to him and pestering him like a bug. Rotxo knew a little better than most though regarding the inner workings of your mind. It wasn’t that you were conceited- you were just stupidly confident. He didn’t doubt, however, that one way or another your small frame would beat him simply because he knew you wouldn’t dare give up until you did.

“Besides the fact that I vividly remember when you bit Tinangey in the cheek,” Rotxo try’s to defend his unwillingness to hit you with an annunciation to his story by holding two of his second knuckles to the apex of your cobalt cheek. Long, thick fingers curled against your glowy skin. The same place you had bitten the longed-haired, round-faced, barely tolerable boy all those years ago when you fought. Though in your defense Ao’nung and the group of boys had started a very real fight, and you had only followed in your brother's shadow of retribution.

“And I happen to hit much harder than Ao’nung does,” he adds.

For a second, Rotxo feels like he exudes your same confidence. It’s not an unwarranted comment, however. Ao’nung was less than a head taller than him, but Rotxo had grown into quite an impressive specimen. Wide and as immovable as the waves that crashed outside of the reef you do not venture past. That was more than half the reason why you wanted to spar with the Talioang of a man so terribly.

“You are no fun,”

He can’t help but frown at your words. He knows you aren’t serious- would you spend as much time with him if you did not find entertainment in him? The same insecurity that causes resentment to bubble in his stomach rears its ugly head once more. For a second he feels like he could believe that you had been aware of how he felt and that you used him for validation.

“You should be more thankful to me,” he chides, baring his fangs slightly in a half grinned snarl, “that I refuse to knock any more brain cells out of you,”

You complain he doesn’t horseplay with you the way the others do, but at this moment he organically wraps one palm around the back of your head to pull you into him slightly, so he could cruelly rub his knuckles against the crown of your head.

Because he does roughhouse with you. Rotxo always played with you. Was always there to entertain you because the idea of other men wrapping their hands around the pliable flesh of your flowing form made the ugliest parts of him surface. If it wasn’t Rotxo entertaining you it was your siblings or his best friend. As he had not made any formal claim towards you out of his nerves, unfortunately, had to tolerate it regarding his future Olo'eyktan.

You’re just a terrible little cretin that found delight in the chaos you left in your wake. It’s why you, Lo’ak, and Kiri get into so much trouble. It’s why you poked at Ao’nung. He can swear there’s a part of you that does it just to cause strife in his heart.

He can’t be bothered with pondering over the legitimacy of his accusation partially out of fear that he’s projecting, and perhaps you are just like Ao’nung. Though mostly it’s because of course you are swatting your delicate little hand at him and grumbling about how you’re smarter than him and that he was the stupid one to think otherwise.

It’s endearing how you walk backward as the two of you playfully bicker and fight. Though like always- Rotxo is catching your intended slaps and redirecting your arms to swoop past him. Sometimes even grabbing at your forearms so you can’t help but be pulled around haphazardly by him.

“You are so fucking annoying,”

Your shriek comes as Rotxo almost effortlessly maneuvered you to spin forward and walk ahead of him, while he pinned your arms across your chest. You both stumble over each other's feet as you can’t help but laugh over the fact that he’s made your arms an effective straight jacket. You wiggle and writhe and it halts his walking while you try to dig your heel into the top of his foot. It only results in one of your wrists being let go of and you being spun around like a toy by him.

He had half let you stumble while he used the momentum of your arms to spin you, but he was quick to grab hold of your other wrist, propping you right up.

You were out of breath from the game but you were thankful for the view he presented you with. The violets and oranges of sunset suited the aquamarine of his skin. Dancing between the intricate tidal markings on his body, and forcing your eyes to dance across the defined arms, chest, and neck that were covered in bold black lines. You feel a little silly, being so flustered before him with your whole face purpled. You can help it because he looks pretty at the moment. Absolutely beautiful like always. Like no one you had ever seen before.

Rotxo is quick to heave you up in the air and shake you around. Ruining the view that had just begun to calm you down. Riling you into hysteric laughter while playing with you as if you weighed nothing. You shake in his arms and toss your body around like a mad-woman and you’re cackling just like one.

When he begins to feel merciful you land on your feet, with his arms still pining your hands and arms against your ribs that are rapidly rising and falling. With the welcomed breaths you instantly go back to chastising him.

“That is not sparring, fish-boy! You were just being an imbecile.”

You’re snapping an arm fee so you can poke him in the chest. He can’t help but roll his eyes at your attempt and take your hand to lightly ‘smack’ your face with it.

“You are ridiculous,”

He tried to emphasize his words with a similar assault by your other hand but you offered resistance,

“If you just took me seriously I-“ you’re cut off as you struggle to keep him from playfully making you hit yourself. Thrashing your head around wildly. And he’s just laughing above you because he thinks it’s stupid that you assume he just thinks you can’t fight and that’s why he won’t spar with you. For Eywas sake he watches you win regularly.

It’s like you could read his mind without tsaheylu and the mention of your victories emboldened you. He hadn’t even noticed your leg raise to wrap around his locked knee leisurely supporting his weight while he tormented you.

He had buckled backward under the weight of his massive frame embarrassingly quickly. You had expected him to let go of your wrists as he fell, but he did not. Opting to drag you down into the sand with him.

He tries to control the mauve that dances across his skin but this is the reason he didn’t spar with you. He can tell himself it’s because he hates seeing you get hit, and that his heart breaks and chokes him any time he thinks about striking you even in that situation.

He knows however, it’s because he can’t be this close to you. He can already feel his ears perking up towards you and his eyes relaxing while he stares up at you. How pretty. Your sapphire skin was dazzling under the cool violets and dwindling oranges of an almost completely set sun. The stars had even begun to twinkle behind you between the other shining moons.

“You are the worst,” your pants finally die down, to match your soft glare,

“Is that so?” His cheeks dimple as he grins wildly up at you as you adjust to straddle his chest more comfortably.

“Yes. I swing at you and you don’t even try to hit me back.”

And there’s another attitude laced plop to his chest. More follow as you use said pops to enunciate your following words,

“You just toss me around like I am useless and cannot fight! You know I can. Yet you only fight my brothers, how are you meant to get better if you don’t-“

He stops listening to your scoldings. He doesn’t care what you’re saying when his heart beats against your inner thighs. When he can feel the pudge of your hips practically pooling on him begging for him to grab at it. Why couldn’t you connect the dots? Why were you so stupid? He can’t help but laugh at you, there’s even a bit of a bitter snide behind it. Even though he thinks it’s endearing how badly you wanted to prove yourself to him. He cuts you off abruptly,

“Go and fight with Ao’nung,”

And it’s got your pretty siren eyes widening at his words.

“What does he have to do with anything,”

The sight of his sea-foam eyes rolling into the back of his head has your snarl fixed down at him,

“Can’t step on the Olo'eyktan’s toes can I? Huh?”

He has an expression you’ve never seen cross his face before. Not on Rotxo’s. Not the sweet boy who you had spent so much time with,

“What are you talking about, Ro?”

Ro. You dare call him Ro at a time like this. It makes him sit up on in elbow, grabbing at the top of your now elevated thigh,

“What do you mean what am I talking about? Why do you need to spar with me when you can practice with him? Unless it’s just some weird mating thing you guys have going on-”

He’s never seen your face screw up quite like it is now. Red-faced at his accusation not out of embarrassment but out of anger. Angry that he’d made such a brazen accusation. The first outbreak from Rotxo leaves you stumbling over how to answer him, and you notice he looks hurt at your stunned silence.

“Yeah, ‘course that’s what it is. You make it quite obvious-“ and you feel him start to move under you- probably to get up and apologize and tell you you had to walk back to the village now because even with the hurt salted embarrassment he feels now he’d never leave you to walk back alone. Never let you be in danger. You know that and it makes you more upset,

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t make it obvious. I am not your fucking ilu- you do not know what I’m thinking.”

Your left hand reaches for the wrist of the hand that holds your thigh while your right pointer and middle fingers aim down at him accusingly.

“So you have no interest in him?”

Rotxo is speaking faster than usual. A trait you had noticed followed Rotxo anytime he was too hyped up. He was the softest boy you had ever known yet the gentle buzz of adrenaline that leaked out of his too-quick breaths reminded you that he was in fact a Metkayina warrior.

“Mhmm,”

You’re honestly surprised it has taken you this long to notice the mutual affection he had harbored for you. Blinded by your insecurities, the sight of him frantic over the idea of your affection belonging to someone else made you squirm.

“I suppose he would be a fine mate now that you mention it-” and you smile down at him, hoping he knows you’re kidding. That you just don’t know how to talk about your feelings “considering no one else seems to be all that interested in me,”

And you feel him go ridged under you, round eyes fixated on your own. You think he’s annoyed a little bit, staring dumbfounded at you. But you feel his fingers dig into the meat of your thigh.

“Was this your plan? Torment me into doing what you want?”

You don’t know if it’s the chill of the eclipses sea breeze or the fact that Rotxo’s voice was as modulated, deep, and mesmerizing as always, yet his face held the same intense stare that the Metkayina warriors were renowned for. You’re embarrassed at the way you twitch as he props both hands on your thighs and adjusts himself back into laying straight back.

“Nu-uh, but is it working?” And you're purring above him, flicking your tail across his stomach. It only added to the overstimulated feeling throbbing at the front of Rotxo’s skull. An uncomfortable pendulum swinging him between ecstasy at the sight of your pretty form sat on his chest and misery over the fact that he still couldn’t shake the insecurity that you were toying with him.

“No-“ He curses a crack in his voice with a swallow, “I will just stay tormented,”

His hands are warm as they paw at the top of your thighs. He can’t help but feel like he’s on fire at your position, at least the sand was starting to cool in the dark. It helped keep him from sweating below you even as he pants at the sight above him. Your knees are pushed under his arms and nestled against his ribs and he worries you can feel his heart pounding. You made the air hang hot around his head.

You’re nervous at how intense his dusk sullen aqua eyes maintain their contact with you but he doesn’t have a choice- if you scooted up less than a foot you’d be sat right on his face- there’s nothing he’s ever wanted more.

“Lost in thought?”

He cringes at your voice. Not knowing how you always get him like this. How you always have the high ground. He doesn’t know why he’s honest with you,

“I do not want you to fight with Ao’nung like that anymore.”

And you grin at him and place your palm on his cheek,

“Is that so? That means you will spar with me now?”

He couldn’t wrap his head around your obsession with being hurt? Did you pester everyone to fight with you like this? The thought makes his body move on reflex, craning his neck enough to open his mouth wide and comp down onto the exposed skin of your thigh. You bounce on his chest, pulling at his hair back with a whine in response.

“If you are jealous you can just say so you do not have to bite me, you child.”

He can only smile because it’s his hair you’re yanking at. You’re sitting on him and-

“I’m not jealous. Not in this moment anyways,”

One of his hands slides up your hunched forward torso, and he’s pulling you down by the woven fabric of your top. You’re not sure if he’s pulling you down to kiss him. You figure with the state of things though a kiss wasn’t an unwelcome advance, and you’re not surprised when his head lifts to kiss you back.

It’s better than any silly fantasy you had ever let yourself drift into because he’s warm and real and he’s kissing you like you’re fragile because he wants you to feel safe enough to be fragile. He wouldn’t have wasted so much time becoming a competent warrior if it wasn’t to keep you safe.

“How could you think I’d want to share a brain with Ao’nung huh? I’d kill myself.” you smile against his lips, “as if I’d ever want him over you,”

And he knows you’re not lying to him as the fluff of your tail tickles against a throbbing vein in his lower stomach. How could you be lying when you’re hunched over uncomfortably while you straddle him just so you could purr into a kiss? His big hands cradling your cheeks makes you ignore the ache in your spine, and you thank Eywa he’s so big as to add ease to the position.

By some stroke of luck, his hand travels down your spine as if to soothe the ache while your tongues swirled against each other. Despite the trembling ache that plagued your lower stomach at the endearing turn of events, Rotxo kisses you, softly. As if you’re not dying for him. Even though you straddle him his chest and move against him to relieve the pressure he inflicts on you. You’re very obviously making out with him. Willingly letting his mouth explore yours at his own pace. You can’t help but slide down his torso so you could lay on top of him properly.

You couldn’t get over how wide you still had to spread your legs to straddle his waist. Even though you laid over him caging his body under yours he engulfed you. You need to breathe far earlier than he does, and he finds it cute how you huff against his lips to catch your breath.

“You’re not going to let Ao’nung touch you anymore, ya?”

And he can’t help the dopey pitch of his voice as he catches your lips in a quick kiss. Not when you’re beaming down at him.

“Only if you touch me instead,”

You sound so coy considering you’re giggling above him. And when you enunciate your words with another kiss he can’t help the obnoxious chortle that leaves his lips- that’s until you bite at his bottom lip slightly,

“You are too bossy,”

But he kisses you the way you want him to. Pushing his nose against yours. He doesn’t think he can like anything more until he feels your hips grind against the lower abs of his stomach- that tighten and flex at the feeling of your now twitching core.

The confidence the both of you had mutually worked up to had you lost in your own world. You know it’s unbecoming of you both to be caught in such a situation but you had enough confidence in your privacy and even less confidence in your own self-control to do anything about it.

“Sit on my face,” it comes out as a gaspy whisper between your clanking teeth while you grind against him, “Let me take care of you instead,”

It makes you whimper above him and he swears it’s some sort of nirvana.

“I-I’ve never-” and you are mad at how wet the inside of your mouth is and yet it still offers no solace to the lump in your throat

“No’ gonna make you,”

You’re not sure if the sound of him slurring into your mouth makes you moan or the fact that your tail finds and runs across his erect member behind you.

“Obviously want you to,” and his palm is on your cheek, “wanted you on my mouth since you plopped down on me,”

He’s kissing you between his words and you know he means it. You can hear it in his voice. He just about died of excitement when he felt you propping yourself up on your knees.

Now that you’re back up he can admire your pretty body once again. He thinks this is the first time he’s ever seen you not take the lead. It made him blush- realizing how shy you had suddenly become. He’s gentle when he reaches for your thigh again, sliding up until his fingers reach the fabric of your tweng,

“Can I?”

You wondered how the sun would rise in the morning when it was trapped in his smile. Looking up at you as if you were Eywa herself. How could he possibly think you don’t want him to untie it?

You don’t know how to say yes without embarrassing yourself, so you do what any rational woman would do when the love of their life was laid between their legs. You reach up to the fabric tie of your beaded top, and let it fall from your body, plopping down in the sand next to you.

You can’t ignore the throb that plagues you at the widening of his eyes, how they instantly drop to your breasts. The only cover from his eyes are the few strands of hair.

You’re almost shocked at his fumbling fingers. Too excited to uncover you and too large for the delicate fabric, yet like all things that required a gentle hand- Rotxo succeeded at his task quickly. Obediently you let his palms guide your hips up. He is rewarded with one more sway of your tail over his quickly hardening length as tosses your bottoms in the opposite direction of your top.

You're breathing heavily when he cranes his neck to look at your most intimate flesh,

“Oh, Eywa,”

He can feel himself leaking all over his stomach at the sight of your bare cunt against his torso, and the warm feeling of you dripping could drive him to madness.

“C’mere, give me you.”

You listen of course. He feels bad that he likes you best like this. Tentatively crawling up his large chest to place your legs on the side of his head.

He doesn’t feel bad for enjoying the view of you hovering above his face. He can’t believe he had done this. He can’t believe you’re swollen, sticky, and wet for him.

His hands are wrapping around the fat of your thighs to pull you into open-mouthed kisses against your thighs. You’re mad it feels so good- he’s not even touched you and yet your thighs twitch where he kisses.

You reward him with a real moan at the quick swipe of his tongue from the bottom of your leaking hole right across your clit. Though he didn’t truly know what he was doing, he knew what he wanted to do. That was enough. You seemed to like what he was doing regardless. He likes kissing you. Feeling the way your lips twitch against his. His tongue finds a comfortable rhythm exploring your folds. You tasted like nothing he had ever eaten before. He couldn’t compare you to anything else- and there wasn’t a thing in Pandora he’d rather in his mouth.

Though you're panting and wiggling your hips in front of his face he still wants to give you more. Wants to wrap his arms around your thighs and take care of you the way you should be taken care of. He doesn’t know why he has such a need to take care of you, especially since you had caused him so much grief. He knows you’re more than willing and capable of handling him mating you without any of this - but he can’t help it. He wants to spoon-feed the world to you; do everything for you. Even if it means doing all the work to get that pretty pussy of yours to cum in his mouth.

His desire to take care of you is probably why one of his big hands finds your hips. Why it slides across your smooth skin and his thumb hooks under your tail to push you down and forward onto his wanting mouth.

“I said sit-” he speaks into your cunt, the vibrations of his voice making you clench your stomach.

He can feel his dick jump at the way you cry at the feeling of him grinding your sensitive pussy against his wanting mouth, legs clamping down against his blood-rushed ears. When he finally slides his tongue into your twitching hole again he can’t help but reach down to squeeze at the base of his throbbing dick. Just for a second, he could pretend you were clamping down on his cock and not his rapidly exploring tongue. You’re too busy following along with the motion Rotxo’s hand around your tail provides for you to notice what he’s doing, however. When you’re so blissed out that you lean back to brace your hands onto his chest he can’t help but take in the sight of your thrown-back head. Your hair was behind you now and he could watch the night sky illuminate the swell of your breasts. He can’t be bothered to feel bad at watching you so vulnerable and unaware when he’s the one to cause it.

With the added space of you leaning off of him slightly, he was able to drag his face across your leaking cunt as if he were a starved animal ripping into a meal.

You feel dirty- for the way your head quickly snaps forwards to watch the way he shakes his head back and forth between your legs. There’s no hiding the mess below you at this point. The twinkling night does little to hide the slick connecting you to him. And you feel yourself leak even worse when his relaxed eyes blink open and he catches you staring at him. When he slows his movements to take in the look on your face.

“Ro- don’t- Rotxo-“

Embarrassment is evident in your voice despite the fact he feels like his face is burning brighter than yours. He can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that you’re sitting on his face, you’re letting him eat you out.

He wraps his lips around his new favorite part of your body, sucking the nerve into his mouth with a cruel pop. Kissing it after you cry out,

“You feelin' good?”

His words are soft, as you feel his thumb caress the underside of your tail. You only try to sit back down on his face with a wiggle of your hips. Rotxo has finally found a happy middle ground where he felt confident with you, however. Gripping your tail tighter to keep your greedy cunt off of his face.

“Answer me,”

And with his words comes a gentle graze of his sharp teeth against the pulsating sticky skin of your clit. He’s never heard you make the noise that responds to his assault. A cry or a hiss he wouldn’t know- but it was his new favorite sound. He’s only licking you- it’s only at the work of his tongue that your legs are shaking so prettily on his cheeks.

“Yes- yes you know I am-“ You start, “can you keep going now?”

It’s the fake polite voice you use that makes him scoff. He finds it endearing how badly you try to grind yourself against him in the same rhythm he had previously helped you with. But with his grip on your tail, and the punishingly slow strokes of his tongue against your slit you stayed bubbling on the edge. You’ve never been so pliable for anyone before, he thinks. He’s never seen you so whiney over anything.

“Rotxo please!”

Your please is a little too mean. It wasn’t you asking him to make you feel good. You were being bossy and rude. Red face screwed up in frustration as if you had still been scolding him for the fact he wouldn’t hit you. Maybe it’s why his other hand leaves your hip for a second to swat at the fat of your ass.

Between you sidling forward onto his face, and the fact that your pretty little tail wagged across his painfully hardened cock he couldn’t help but moan right into you.

The guttural moan of his deep voice sends a shock wave up your body that has one hand digging into the sand next to his head and the other hand pulling at the mess of curls on top of his head. Maybe he understood your annoyance at his stubborn desire to hold back before. Because right now you are doing the same.

All he wanted was for you to cum. So one hand returned to your pretty tail to help you grind your clit against his face. It was cute how you tensed at the feeling of the tip of his fingers that had risen up against the hole that so willingly leaked all over him. You don’t even give him a chance to ask if you’re okay with it before you sink back into his fingers, ruining the kiss Rotxo had just begun assaulting your clit with.

The sight of spit connecting his swollen lips to your cunt, and the feeling of one of his finger reaching deeper in you than you had ever been able to touch makes you tremble above him. He’s rocking you against his face while he begins an almost punishing assault on your hole.

In his defense, he wasn’t truly aware of how punishing the pace was. The only thing he was focused on was the steady ripple of your ass against his knuckles. So blissfully unaware of how much louder your voice had gotten. The wet sound he was greeted with as he slid a second finger inside you only spurred the speed of his hand more.

“I- I… Ro I feel-”

And he feels the tip of your tail softly lay across his aching cock as though to anchor yourself as you arch forward into his face, thighs trembling. He moans at the ache of his scalp as you pull him into you and he can’t help but open his eyes wide.

Eywa is Rotxo glad he did. He knows he’s going to remember this for the rest of his life- the view of your pretty legs choking him in a vice grip and pussy clenching up on his fingers while you practically scream. You don’t listen to yourself though, not when you’re preoccupied with the sound of him slurping against you. As if he’s never enjoyed something more- and he’s smiling against you as he alternates, scraping his teeth against you, and sloppily kissing you though your orgasm. All while his fingers still slowly curl inside of you.

You feel like you should be embarrassed, panting above him- trying to force oxygen into your deprived lungs and brain. He doesn’t make you feel awkward though. Not even for a second. Not while he’s petting your thigh and smiling up at you between his movements.

“You’re alright?”

The hum of his voice was questioning. You couldn’t help that part of you felt as though he was telling you that you were alright though. Maybe that’s why you felt so at ease.

“Better than alright,”

Your coquettish grin has him pawing at your thighs to scoot you back down off of him. Even though he’s never enjoyed doing something more than taking care of you, the feeling of your tail twitching against the tip of his throbbing cock had raised an unfamiliar pain in his stomach. Besides, the sinful sounds you had been making for him; the pretty dazed face had coaxed you into had made him confident enough to not want to be under you any longer.

You instinctually wrap your arms around his neck as you feel him begin to sit himself up. One arm wrapped tightly under your ass (giving himself the luxury of wrapping one of his meaty palms around the meatier fat of your ass) to keep you from sliding down into his lap until he had sat up completely, and could position you comfortably.

You can’t help but smile at how disheveled he looks. His hair is all askew from you yanking at it and his face is completely blushed and wet from all the effort. The way the corners of his lips twitch into a smile by the time your bare slit makes contact with him is almost mischievous in a way. As if he was expecting the gasp that falls from your lips as he drags you down across the tweng that painfully constricts the parts of him that hadn’t hardened out of it. It finally relieves some of the pressure knotting at the pit of his stomach. You could never wrap your mind around how sitting on his lap could be so calming yet intimidating. You can’t help but reach for the sand covered curls at the back of his head pulling desperately to fill the gap the height difference caused. Wanting nothing more than for him to bless you with another kiss.

Of course, he obliges. He doesn’t think he could ever deny you a single thing now. Not when you’re grinding down onto him while kissing him. Dragging the fabric across the both of you, and Eywa when you run your tongue across his lips with a giggle he has to stop himself from cumming between the both of you.

Feeling the way his tip leaks against your belly button has your heart beating so impossibly fast that the rattling it causes in your rib cage hurts.

“We do not have to do anything else,”

He doesn’t want to remind you. He really does not. He wants nothing more than to sink you down onto him- but he doesn’t want you to feel pressured. To feel unsafe. If you had never touched him again he’d have lived happily with this moment like gold in his memory. He thanks Eywa however, when you whine at the insinuation, thread your fingers around his kuru, and your pretty snarl makes contact with his own teeth.

“Don’t make me go and find Ao’nu-”

You don’t even finish your hiss before he swats at your ass again, appreciating the way your skin recoils, and thighs tremble at his sides and for you to yelp into him. How dare you say his name with your hand where it was? Has he been too nice to you these years? Too gentle with you?

“Watch it,”

You had heard Rotxo growl before. Never at you- but you had seen what he was capable of when he did get aggressive with people. Yes, he was a sweet and gentle boy- but he was also rowdy, brawling, and all too bellicose. But because he was normally so saccharine to you, you had forgotten all about the rest of Rotxo. Big, honorable, and strong Rotxo who you had seen slam down elder warriors with years of experience on him like they were weightless. Those same muscular, intricately tattooed arms were now using the fat of your hips and ass to grind you down against him. As if to make up for the cruelty of your words your other hand reaches down, and though you had frustrated him he can’t help but buck his hips into you at the feeling of your hand sliding down the hood of his cock so you could run a thumb across his exposed tip.

“I want you. I thought I was being pretty obvious. Reya makes fun of me for it.”

You don’t know why you whisper to him, you don’t think you had ever been as soft-spoken before.

“I am just stupid-”

And his frustrations leave him at the feeling of your hands loosening around both his hand and kuru. He can’t help but slide his face against yours, slotting his nose against yours. He breaths against your face once before he speaks,

“You are not a stupid girl,” and there’s a kiss placed on your cheek under your eye as one palm raises to cradle the opposite one, “you are at least smart enough to undo a knot, yeah?”

He keeps his usual warm and syrupy baritone voice, yet there’s a condescending undertone to his voice that shoots straight down to your core. It makes your ears flatten against your head, and your eyes widen. He was almost bitter that all it took to intimidate you was to imply he wanted to impale you on his cock. Why did he waste all this time becoming such a revered deep-sea diver and warrior?

“Or are you, pretty girl?”

There’s more jest in his voice; his heart swelling at how cute you were when you weren’t being a menace. So cute in fact that he can’t help but kiss the crown of your head as he watches both of your hands reach down to untie his tweng. He supposes he could have just yanked it down, but he can’t help the rush that flows through him at the sight of you doing it. He swears he’ll ride this high for months- felt like he could fight a nalutsa all by himself.

That’s until he sees you sit up on his knees and realize what you’re going to do- what you want to do. It finally sinks in for him. You want him. Your fingers are on his kuru, your cums on his face- you chose him. Suddenly the sea breeze isn’t enough to keep him from overheating. He’s too aware of the sound of the waves and the sand that covers his back and hair and the fact that-

“Sayrìp,”

His eyes instantly leave your swollen pussy and raise to your face, locking with your eyes obediently. You smile up at him and he’s sure his pupils are as wide as yours.

“Are you okay?”

How can he not be okay when you're kissing his mandible? Teeth teasing against the pulse you’ve risen should drive him to dizzying madness but only acts to ground him back into reality,

“Jus’ cannot believe you’re here with me.”

It gives him a chance to swallow the lump in his throat,

“Who else would I be with, skxawng?”

And you're grasping at the base of him to hold his heavy leaning cock steady; he whines at the sight of your spit drooling past your pretty lips and hisses at the feeling of it plopping against him. He supposes you could use all the help you could get if you hoped to take him.

As you slide the girthy blunt tip against your slit he rewards you with a moan. A deep sound that reverberates against his chest. It makes you all too eager to try and sink down onto the tip.

But Rotxo’s arms are stronger than you and he doesn't want you to do that, so he uses that strength against you. Despite being so giving and nice on the regular, rolling over and letting you boss him around and do what you wanted he was going to mate you the way he wanted to, and you were going to take it.

When the jolt of his hands moving to hold your hips in place makes your pussy flutter against his tip he has to remind himself of that before he loses all of his resolve and pushes you down onto his length in one swift movement. The thought made him cringe. He didn’t waste all this time opening you up for him just to hurt you,

“You going to let me mate you, tsyeym?” He asks

If you think you could roll your eyes without invoking the hunter's wrath you would have. He was acting as though you hadn’t been pulling and tugging on his prettily kept braid since you had first felt his imposing length against you.

“I am not above begging,”

Though you’re chuckling softly in his ear your fingers are dancing down his kuru, and when your finally twirl the ends of his hair covering his tswin around your slender fingers he can’t help but slide just the first couple of inches of him into you. He can’t tell if he feels your fingers caressing his nerves more or the far too-tight ring of your pussy sucking him into you.

“Ma’Rotxo-”

Your free hand braces yourself down on his bicep, digging your fingernails into his flesh as if you’re the one overstimulated.

“Thought you were tough, huh?” He chides, “Wanna fight with me but can’t even take me bullyin’ my cock into ya, huh?”

If you were mean you would have tugged on his braid, giving him a semblance of the perineum sting you felt at the girth of him-

“Don’t be an asshole to me, Rotxo.”

You’re trying to be bossy still and it doesn’t suit the fact that your body feels so pliable in his hands. He doesn’t even dignify you with an answer, not when he wants you to be flush against his hips. Not when he wanted you to feel as much of him as you could before he made you feel even more. He feels a little bad that you’re so small in comparison to the Metkayina people. Though an embarrassing part of him loves the idea of spending the rest of his life drilling into your warmth until you’re molded to him he worries about how sore you’d be in the morning. He promises himself that he’d be extra kind to you tomorrow- tend to anything you could want. He will take care of you as a thank you for the way you were about to let him use you.

You couldn’t think of a time when Rotxo hadn’t taken care of you- this felt no different. So when you feel one of his hands caress you on the mission to reach around your body and pull you apart further so that more of him could slide inside all you do is huff and give into his guidance.

“Look at you,”

He sounds winded at the feeling of you clenching against him. You’re surprised he enters as easily as he does. Surprised the pressure doesn’t hurt as bad as you feared it would. Especially when one of his thumbs moves over your clit in soft quick motions,

“Just gotta relax a lil’ more.”

His eyes are fixed down; watching you take him inside of you. He doesn’t even care anymore that the end of his braid is held in your soft hand. He ignores the uncomfortable throb that shoots through it. He only has to endure seconds more of it before he’s rewarded with the slippery plap of your hips meeting. He feels bigger than ever when your hands leave their respected body parts to grab at his cheeks. He’s sure you meant to kiss him but you only managed to moan against his open mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he kisses you, “Took it all so good.” another kiss,

“Fucking Metkayina- too big,” Of course, you’re grumbling right now. Of course, you have a grumpy little voice even when he’s in your guts.

“You are rude,” one of his arms wrapped around you and pulled you flush against him, partially to appreciate your warmth but mostly so he could reach around and grab your own braid.

“Shouldn’t even touch this now, huh?”

His soft eyes give him away, and he knows you know him too well. You know that once you pull his braid over his shoulder that he’d rush to bring yours closer.

You were right of course, he’s quick to hold the bioluminescence of your tswin’s tendrils painfully close to his own. There’s something that makes your stomach tighten painfully at the sight. There was something so exciting about the fact that you were so close to being with him- all you had to do was dip your hand forward. The thought has you rolling your hips down against him to alleviate the throb of your clitoris. It’s all he needs before his other hand leaves your hip to grab your wrist that holds his tswin.

“Look at me,”

You’re so good for him. So obedient when your eyes instantly snap from where your hands almost make you one- to his eyes. He thinks you’re so beautiful. Sultry and warm and so undeniably wild. So easily he gives into the magnetic force that’s been trying to convince him to pull your tswin into his.

He thinks his heart stops at the way your eyes haze over and you melt into him. The way you practically purr as he feels his lap grow wetter. Now you were all of those things- but you were also his.

“Oh, Eywa,”

He feels bad for how roughly his one arm pulls you into him, he feels how much fuller it makes you feel but he has to feel your heartbeat against him. He thinks this is bliss- that he can’t get anything better than this. Then you begin scooting your hips back and forth against his. His hands are too quick to reach for your hair, digging his fingers into it.

The pretty way your face screws up as your pace quickens has him star-struck. The echo of your pleasure tickled his lower stomach. He can’t help but lift his hips to meet yours; the slapping sound of skin as you bounced against him is enough to spur him into near madness. Both of your throats are caught- stunned in silence over the sheer amount of feeling tsaheylu adds.

He feels bad because he knows you feel so good going at your own pace and using him to fill yourself to your heart's content. He can’t focus on that guilt when he has such an uncontrolled need to be on top of you. His hands halting your hips have you confused, and you’re only more shocked when he’s heaving you up and tossing the both of you until your back is against the sand and your hips are hiked on his firm thighs.

He doesn’t even give you a second to take in the change, slipping himself all the way into you in one fluid movement, palms returning to the fat of your hips so he could roll and grind down into you. He loves the way you clench as he rolls across your g-spot. The view is beautiful, and the way your hands reach between your thighs and rub your fingers against yourself for him only drives him further into ecstasy.

“So pretty for me,” He loves how easy it is to make you clench and throb. “My pretty mate,”

His eyes are fixed on the way your breasts bounce at the power of his thrusts and the way your stomach bulges. He knows if he focuses on your pretty face he’d be finished the way your wide eyes don’t focus on anything and the dark purple stain of your blush. He’s never quite seen your markings glow so bright. He’d never live down finishing before he even got a chance to fuck you properly- before he could really appreciate the view. So he grabs at your hips and wiggles you side to side in an effort to stimulate you further,

“Let me fuck you for real now baby,” and his hand travels up your legs that are bent against your bodies, straightening one leg over his shoulder so he could kiss your calf. How could you say no when he asks so sweetly while he was so deep inside of you?

“Please? Can you please move again?”

He forgot you could be so polite when you want to be. He’s all smiles, starting at a comfortable pace. His speed picked up quickly as he could use your whole leg as an anchor, but he still stays relatively shallow. Just to give you enough time to adjust before he picks up a punishing pace.

He knows he’s fucking you entirely too loud. He knows the way you moan under him is entirely too loud. He knows the nighttime waves aren’t loud enough to drown out what he’s doing to you but all it does is spur him on. He wishes you’d be louder but he knows you have more dignity than he does.

How can he slow down when you’re telling him he’s so good? You’re gasping as he falls forward onto one hand for more leverage. Still holding your hips up by one leg so he could slam into you. The change of position has you dragging sinfully across him and it almost distracts you from the sound of his grunts. It was magnifying seeing him worked up over you- he wasn’t even in a rut and had desired you so deeply.

“Gon- Shit. Roxto 'm gonna cum,”

The way he reacted to your words is what sends you over the edge. The way he hunches over and begins to slam into you while his eyes bore into yours. The sloppy sound of you cumming all over him and your eyes rolling into you head bring him closer more than the feeling of you clamping down on his cock. He didn’t think you could squeeze tighter and it’s embarrassing how easy you make him cum. Just barely enough time to slip out and shoot himself all over you.

He means to hit your stomach honestly, expecting it to pool where you had been slightly folded. Except he had forgotten how worked up you had gotten him- how badly he had wanted to cum in you. The sheer amount that painted your warm stomach and azure boobs should have embarrassed him but the sight of his cum shooting further and globbing on your chin and lips consumes him. You lay half folded under him, grasping onto him while you panted. Covered in his cum. No one could get near you without knowing you were his.

He can’t help but act on his desires and lean down to cage his big arms around you. Running his tongue up your chin and across your lips. You taste the salt on his lips when he immediately kisses you, and at the bite of his teeth, you’re opening your mouth so he can spit him into your mouth.

It should be raunchy and make you feel like a whore but he does it so softly and kisses you so libidinously that the swirl of his tongue against yours has you both purring into each other's mouth.

You’re perplexed at how quickly he’s back to sweet Rotxo. Kissing you gently and caressing skin that just knew the punishing grip of his strength.

He’s tall when he sits up on his knees, and now that he’s not hunched over rutting into you it truly dawns on you just how much bigger he is than you.

He scoffs as he looks around him and you’re almost confused until you watch him lean over to grab both of your bottoms before he’s grinning down at you and scooping his hands under you.

His cheeks hurt from smiling at the sound of you giggling foolishly at him as he heaves you into the air. You're both red-faced and covered in sweat and sand and he can’t wait to walk into the cooling water with you in his arms.

#rotxo imagine #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar fandom #avatar smut #rotxo smut #rotxo x reader #atwow rotxo #rotxo fluff #he’s so babygirl #i want him #aonung x reader

[callsignangel]

please don't leave me - lo'ak x metkayina! fem reader

warnings: imagery of death, angsty one sided pining word count: 976 (sorry besties it's short) a/n: hi friends. i was inspired by moana and then i made it sad lol. there's no use of y/n in this fic, and there are probably some inaccuracies because i’ve only seen the movie once so far haha. reblogs and feedback about my work is deeply appreciated!! <3 my requests are open as well!!

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i know a girl from an island she stands apart from the crowd she loves the sea and her people she makes her whole family proud…

being the daughter of the village chief wasn’t easy. you were the precious secondborn child to ronal and tonowari, adored by your people and doted on by your parents… but you would never be tsireya.

she was responsible, selfless, compassionate and of course, beautiful. always did as she was told, stayed out of trouble, would fiercely defend her family if she needed to. never talked back, cared deeply for the wildlife, made sure she stayed inside the reef. she was the perfect golden child.

you on the other hand, were headstrong, curious, defiant. you were also willing to defend your family fiercely, but also those who were unable to defend themselves. ready to fight. ready for the next big adventure. trouble always seemed to find you, regardless of how hard you tried to stay out of it. there was so much more to life than just staying in the same village, doing the same things everyday for the rest of your life. so, you were often found outside of the reef with your ilu, your spear and your thoughts - much to your parents disdain. 

when the sullys came, you had tried to avoid being caught up in the excitement of guests, but of course you had been dragged to the front by your brothers. you greeted the family respectfully like you had been taught to, but your eyes lingered on a certain boy. he had 2 strands of hair hanging on the side of his face adorned with rainbow beads. his lips curled into a tiny smile as he gestured to you, but as tsireya walked out from the water he turned and his smile dropped, eyes widening. 

that’s when you knew he would never be truly yours. you could give him the sun, pandora’s moon, the stars, anything he could possibly want - but he would always be tsireya’s. he never hesitated to rush to her if she needed help, or if she wanted to go for a walk, he was with her as much as he could be. and it crushed you. you tried to hide those feelings, focusing on how when you were old enough you would travel beyond the reef and finally fulfill what you thought was your purpose. but if he ever asked, you would throw all of that away for him. you both had so much more in common, but that wasn’t enough.

when the skypeople attacked, both you and you sister fought valiantly at the sully’s side. they had done too much damage to your island for you to stand in the sidelines. they went after the tulkun, killing roa, your mother’s spirit sister and her calf, and killing liyanin, your spirit sister in the midst of their rampage. you rushed at lo’ak’s side to help him warn payakan, coming head to head with the skypeople. they had captured you, lo’ak, tsireya and tuk aboard their warship, handcuffing you to the side as bait for their father. you tried not to despise him for bringing his war to your home, or for favoring neteyam over his second son. he treated them like soldiers rather than children and lo’ak would never be as good at neteyam in his parents’ eyes, much like you would never be as perfect as tsireya to your parents. maybe it should’ve been neteyam you fell for, maybe it would’ve been easier on your heart. but eywa and her will had other plans.

as soon as you had been cut free you should have ran to save yourself, but lo’ak couldn’t leave his adoptive brother spider behind. like the warrior you are, you followed him and neteyam to help. tsireya and tuk had run to find safety beyond the battle, and here you were running head first back into it. being sneaky was never one of your strong suits like it was for the forest boys. grabbing one of the guns the dead skypeople had dropped, you shot anything and everything you could in every direction to help them jump into the water free from harm. dropping the gun and diving head first yourself, the water seemed to fill your lungs faster than it ever had before. 

you had been shot. shielding neteyam from the bullets flying your way, one of them had gone right through your chest, a little below your collarbone. gasping, flailing, coughing up blood as they pulled you onto an ilu towards a bout of rocks amongst the warship carnage. tsireya’s screams and cries filled the air, her hands covering your bullet wound in an attempt to prevent blood loss. 

“no, no, no!” lo’ak cried, one hand gripping yours and the other resting upon your face.

“stay with me, stay with me. you need to keep your eyes open, please.” you couldn’t help but softly smile. it was your lo’ak here with you as you lay dying. his family surrounded you, silent as they watched your rugged breathing slow.

“take care of her for me, okay?” tsireya gripped your other hand, and you gave it as strong of a squeeze as you could. you stared at the stars, the sounds of their pleading growing quieter as you crossed into eywa’s arms.

lo’ak cradled your lifeless body in his arms, sobbing, kissing your face like he wished he had done when you were still alive. he rocked back and forth has he tucked the stray wet hairs behind your ears and away from your face. 

“i love you, please don’t leave me,” he chanted. i love you. i love you. i love you. if only he had told you sooner.

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i will carry you here in my heart you’ll remind me that come what may i know the way…

#lo'ak x reader #lo'ak sully #jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader #lo'ak imagine #neteyam imagine #avatar x reader #jake sully x reader #lo'ak fanfiction #neteyam fanfiction #neteyam sully #tsireya #tuktirey #kiri #neytiri #spider socorro #spider #avatar fanfiction #avatar imagine #jake sully imagine #imani’s works #reader insert

[aisoftcoreaddict]

In the midst of the roaring crowd, under the dazzling stadium lights, a spectacle unfolded that would forever be etched in the annals of football history. Amidst the hulking figures of the gridiron warriors, one lineman stood out not just for his imposing size but for his unique and festive attire. His belly, a testament to countless hours of intense training and hearty meals, was adorned with a dazzling array of Christmas lights, twinkling merrily like a constellation of stars against the backdrop of his dark uniform. The vibrant hues of red, green, and gold danced across his midsection, creating a mesmerizing display that drew the attention of all who beheld it. As the game raged on, the lineman, with his illuminated belly, became an unlikely beacon of joy and camaraderie. His teammates, unable to resist the infectious cheer emanating from his radiant midsection, couldn't help but smile and chuckle whenever their gaze fell upon him. On the sidelines, two other linemen, their massive frames draped in traditional uniforms, watched in amusement as their illuminated comrade commanded the spotlight. They marveled at his audacity, his willingness to embrace the festive spirit even in the midst of a fierce competition. As the game reached its climax, the lineman with the Christmas-light-wrapped belly became a symbol of unity and goodwill. The crowd, caught up in the moment, erupted in cheers and applause, their voices echoing through the stadium like a thunderous chorus of holiday cheer. And so, on that memorable night, the football field transformed into a magical winter wonderland, where a lineman's belly, adorned with twinkling lights, became a beacon of joy and a reminder that even in the most competitive of arenas, the spirit of Christmas could prevail.

#ai fat men #ai fat football

[exocynraku]

hashtag oc posting!!!!!! finally got back into the groove of drawing snakingclan cats!!! here is alla their lore: + feel free 2 send me questions about them!

sleepy: sleepyheather is a cheery, calm and wise snakingclan warrior. raised by a single mother queen, sleepyheather was taught to always take it slow, listening and giving the best advice & thoughts they can. she grew up on the sidelines, not really caring to stand out or be special. though, as a younger warrior, he always admired tumblingsun's confidence and unwavering logic. sleepyheather eventually started to ask the tom to hang out, which made tumblingsun realize she had a crush on him. the two ended up hitting it off successfully, becoming a wonderful couple, though their differing amounts of confidence often butt heads, with tumblingstar wanting to have fun, while sleepyheather wants to relax. still, they love each other like no other.

when martyrsomen, her and tumblingstar's first child, was born, sleepyheather was happy, though worried. worried mostly about the kit potentially straying down a path of darkness. though, with tumblingstars obvious joy, he was able to set that to the side. even with martyrsomen's big ego and snappy personality, sleepyheather sees no evil in it. the other kittens that were born in sleepyheather's first litter and their deaths upset sleepyheather deeply, though she rarely mentions it.

when savantpaw suddenly appeared, sleepyheather was overjoyed. the deaths of martyrsomen's siblings was still affecting her before savantpaw was born, though with a new child to take care of, sleepyheather managed to mostly put his sadness aside to raise savantpaw. it didn't take long for her to realize savantpaw had gotten a bad idea about himself in his head, and so sleepyheather did everything she could to help encourage and take care of her. she was the one who suggested savantpaw have physical therapy, which the apprentice is ever so grateful for. sleepyheather wants savantpaw to tread back to the right path, though the fear of potentially harming him more haunts her.  tumbling: tumblingstar, originally named tumblingsun, is snakingclan's leader. as a younger warrior, he was confident and logical, making good warrior material. they were very popular, overall living a good life, with lots of friends similar in nature to him. it wasn't until sleepyheather, a cat who he rarely ever talked to, came to him and asked to start hanging out, that he realize 1: she had a crush on him and 2: there was more to life that being a good warrior. being with sleepyheather taught him that there's all sorts of cats out there, and they should look to learn from and befriend everyone - not just cats he's similar to. eventually, the two became mates, loving and cherishing each other. they've had their arguments, and their personalities occasionally butt heads with each other, but overall they're wonderful lovers.

when his first child, martyrsomen, was born, tumblingstar was overjoyed. he knew he had the fabled vivid black markings that snakinclan's founders supposedly had, but seeing his child be born fully covered was almost like a message from starclan. still, it wasn't all happy, as the death of the four other kits in tumblingstar and sleepyheather's first litter hit both of them hard. the two still managed to pull through, and tried to raise martyrsomen to the best of their ability, whether they succeeded or not.

savantpaw was a different case. neither sleepyheather or tumblingstar were expecting another child to be born, though they still accepted savantpaw. it didn't take long for the two to realize he had gotten the idea that he was less than her older sibling, and tumblingstar moreso has done everything in his ability to make the cat feel at home. this went to a point of tumblingstar apprenticing savantpaw himself, and their training has been somewhat successful.  martyr: martyrsomen is a stoic, silent, and ethereal snakingclan warrior. born in a litter of five deformed, albino kittens, martyrsomen was the only one to survive- and the only one to not be fully albino, having vivid black markings stretching all across its body. black markings like these, and similar ones seen on settingsands and martyrsomen's dad tumblingstar are a symbol of respect. it's said the original founders of snakingclan each had these markings, and being born with some nowadays is seen as a blessing. though, that's usually for cats born with little markings, just around their face or other body parts-- a cat born with the full founder's markings hasn't been seen in hundreds of years. because of this, martyrsomen was quickly deemed to be of some importance, gaining intense and unwavering respect from its clanmates. it was expected it'd grow to be a confident, leader-material like cat, but it seemed martyrsomen has strayed into a different path. it's become colder and distant, usually not speaking at all. when it has to, it's snappy, and quick to assume things. still, it seems like martyrsomen has quite the ego, usually referring to itself as chosen.

regarding its family, martyrsomen does highly respect both sleepyheather and tumblingstar. when it comes to savantpaw, though, it acts like its little brother almost doesn't exist! its exact opinion on savantpaw isn't known, as it doesn't bother to speak about her, but it overall seems there is some level of dislike.  savant: savantpaw is a quiet, shy, and dismissive snakingclan apprentice. born to an unwanted and unexpected litter (unexpected in a sense of they were caused by retained sperm (google it) from tumble & sleepys first litter) to tumblingstar and sleepyheather. it didn't take long for the eyes from their clanmates and general tone they were spoken to in for him to discover this truth. still, tumblingstar and sleepyheather took care of her and loved her just as they had loved martyrsomen. savantpaw had some difficulty in their younger years not just from their clanmmates, but also because of the fact his body is, generally, deformed. shorted than usual legs, a wonky back-- they went through a lot of physical training and therapy. nowadays, they're trained under his father, tumblingstar. savantpaw tries to do good and do their best, but they know that they are still just a shadow to martyrsomen. 

#warrior cats #wc #wc oc #snakingclan #ray art

[cambion-companion]

Hello! i imagine aemond follows the trope "bad to everyone but you", so you could write a one-shot where they grow up studying together in childhood, the reader loves history and he is completely whipped by it

One-shot time!! Aemond x reader

No content warnings | lots of fluff | Aemond being a nerd

Most children liked to play outdoors, running wild and scraping up their knees. You, however, were not like most children, preferring the company of books to that of your peers.  You took shelter often in the library of the Red Keep, surrounded by dusty old tomes stacked to the ceiling.  Shortly after your eleventh name day, one particular afternoon, as you sat nose deep in Chronicles of Ancient Targaryen Philosophy, the usual heavy silence of the room was broken as someone opened the heavy oak door and entered.

You looked up from the page, eyes taking a moment to focus on the young boy now walking over to join you.  “Aemond, I haven’t seen you in a while.”  You had grown up practically at the young prince’s side, only being a year apart in age, and would even have called him “friend” had he not changed so after the incident with Rhaenyra’s children.  The left side of his face, still heavily bandaged, was taking a long time to heal.  The maesters had been unable to save the left eye. Aemond had become much more withdrawn into himself and prone to fits of temper ever since, despite what he had said about it being a “fair trade” for Vhagar.

Aemond sat himself to the right of where you were currently studying, grabbing a book at random and opening it with a dull thud.  “Leave me, I wish to be alone.”  The boy snapped.  Mildly hurt but not surprised, you sighed softly and made to exit the room with the silent library keepers.  Aemond placed a hand on your arm as you moved past him, “Not you.”

Reseating yourself next to the prince, you reopened your volume and stared at the words, unable to concentrate.  Your eyes darted up to where Aemond sat and found him watching you with his one eye, “What are you reading, Y/N?”

You shifted the book towards him so he could look at the text, “It’s a study on the ancient traditions of Valyria, I’ve already finished most other books that cover the topic and am finding this one to be the most comprehensive narrative.”

Aemond didn’t look away from your face, “I’ve taken more to reading the writings of history and philosophy myself…as well as studying the blade.  It is difficult, however, what with…”  He gestured to his face and sighed, flopping back against the chair.

“Are you alright?  We haven’t spoken since-”

“Do I look alright?”  Venom dripped from Aemond’s voice as he snapped out the words through gritted teeth.  You withdrew slightly and his tone softened, “Tell me what you’ve learned about Old Valyria, distract me Y/N.”  It was more a plea than anything you had heard before from your friend and you wanted desperately to help in any small way you could.

So you regaled Aemond all you could remember from the many volumes of history, literature and philosophy you’d read.  Many hours were spent with the two of you up in the library together, hours turned to days, days into months, and months into years.  Your fondness for Aemond only became stronger as he grew into a handsome young man, cunning as well as a fearsome warrior.  He wore an eyepatch to cover the eye he had lost, and you were the only lady who knew what truly lay beneath.  

Aemond, for all his mastery of blade and book, was never able to completely control his temper.  Except around you.  

One drizzly autumn day, as you watched him train with Sir Criston from the shelter of the stone hallway, another young warrior jeered from the sidelines as Aemond barely dodged an attack aimed where you knew his blind spot to be.  It was a small thing, at least so it seemed, but Aemond whirled on the man, grabbing the front of his shirt with one hand and raising his sword with the other.  

“Aemond, leave him!”  Sir Criston tried to pull the prince off to no avail.

You gathered your skirts and hurried down into the courtyard, your boots sinking into the soft mud as you approached the struggling men.  “Aemond!”  Your hand found his and you gently pried his fingers away from the other man’s tunic.  “He’s not worth it.”  

Your voice was soft, but it seemed to break Aemond out of a trance.  He pushed away from Sir Criston, lowering his sword and turning to you.  You squeezed his hand briefly before dropping it, all too aware of the many curious eyes on the two of you.  Nodding to Sir Criston, you made your way back to the Keep, not before you thought you heard a muttered “thank you” coming from Aemond’s lips.  It was so soft, however, you couldn’t be sure you hadn’t imagined it since your friend hardly ever said those words.

That same day as the sun rode the western sky, turning the trees golden as it sank toward the horizon, Aemond found you in your usual place next to the fireplace of the empty library, your head bent towards a book.  You felt a warm familiar hand on your shoulder and looked up with a smile, “I’m glad you found me.”

He huffed out an affectionate chuckle, briefly running the back of his finger down your cheek, “It’s not exactly difficult Y/N, you have very few refuges of habit.”

Aemond pulled a cushioned chair nearer to you and sat, thrumming his fingers on the arm.  You closed the History of Dragonriding on your lap, turning in your seat to face him.  Your knees almost brushed as he mirrored your movements, “Something is on your mind.” It wasn’t a question, you could read Aemond like any of the books in this library.

“Something is always on my mind, Y/N, but…you are right. I have been preoccupied of late.”  The flames from the fire were casting shadows across Aemond’s face, his eye roved across your features, lingering on your mouth.

“You have been my good friend, and a friend to my family, all my life Y/N.”  His hand reach across the distance separating you two and rested atop your own, “You possess an intelligence many lack, I never grow bored of our conversations.”

You smiled ruefully, “I’m thrilled, Aemond, truly…but why are you telling me this?”

Aemond leaned forward, long silver hair spilling over his shoulders, “I wish to court you, Y/N.  I want you to be mine.  You will be mine.”

You stood in alarm, a look of incredulity on your face.  Leaning over the prince, you touched the back of your hand to his forehead, “You must have a fever Aemond, it has burned away all sense from your mind!”

You let out a small sound as he grabbed your waist and tugged you forward causing you to collapse into him, straddling his lap.

“This is hardly proper!” Your words stirred the strands of shimmering hair caught on his face.

“I don’t care.”  His breath smelled of spiced apples.

“Aemond, someone will see!”  You pushed fruitlessly against his chest.

“I don’t care.”

You stopped your feeble attempts to free yourself, your hands splayed across his chest.  

“Look at me.”

You obeyed, looking fully into Aemond’s face.  He brought his hands up to cradle your head and brushed your noses together affectionately.  “There is no other woman in the world I could love, Y/N.  You are the temperance to my rage, the half of myself I lost all those years ago.”

You breathed out his name, Aemond’s violet gaze dropped to your lips.  You both moved as one, bringing your mouths together in a kiss that now seemed years overdue.  The firelight danced across your joined forms, the only witness to a blossoming love that would last more than a lifetime.

#aemond x you #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond one eye #hotd #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #prince aemond

[pearlszns]

𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝓦arnings.ᐟ luke castellan x ( f! ) reader , clarisse la rue x ( f! ) reader , Aphoride! reader , flirting , kind of loser! luke , kissing. . .

𝓝otes.ᐟ 𑁤‧ ₊˚ don’t know where i got this idea but i luv it. . .

From the moment you and Luke crossed paths at camp, there was an unspoken connection that neither of you could quite define. Luke, with his tousled hair and shy smile, harbored an immense crush on you since the day you arrived. His 14-year-old heart fluttered whenever you were near, and even now, he remained utterly infatuated with you. His mind spun with plans to impress you, culminating in a moonlit escapade to the lake one fateful night. However, his well-intentioned gesture turned sour when he realized you couldn't swim—a detail he had overlooked in his eagerness to impress you. The night ended, your displeasure was evident, culminating in a swift slap that shattered the fragile moment.

Despite the awkwardness of that fateful night, your bond with Luke endured. Time marched on, as summer faded into memory and you returned to camp, Luke found himself captivated by the transformation you underwent. Gone were the awkward teenage years, replaced by a radiant beauty that left him breathless. Upon your return to camp the following summer, Luke found himself awestruck by your ethereal presence, as did everyone else. Your metamorphosis seemed almost miraculous, leaving Luke mesmerized by your newfound radiant beauty that left him breathless. Your hair cascaded like silk, each strand seemingly infused with moonlight, and your eyes sparkled with a depth that stirred something profound within him. Luke couldn't help but marvel at the sight of you, feeling a surge of gratitude for merely sharing the same space as you.

Yet, as you blossomed into an undeniable vision, Luke's insecurities swelled. He watched with a mix of envy and despair as others vied for your attention, wishing he could claim you for himself. It was a selfish desire, he knew, but the thought of anyone else possessing your affections filled him with an irrational jealousy. To Luke, you were more than just beautiful—you were an ethereal being, a celestial presence he yearned to hold close.

The attention from others didn't bother you at first; you took it as genuine kindness, each compliment a small affirmation. However, Luke shattered that illusion with painful honesty. He laid bare the ulterior motives lurking behind the flattery, revealing a world of manipulation and hidden agendas. It was a bitter pill to swallow, realizing that your trust had been misplaced and your heart deceived. As the spotlight grew unbearable, you sought solace in Luke's presence, yearning for the simplicity of your friendship. Just when you longed to escape the suffocating embrace of false adoration, fate intervened in the form of Aphrodite, the Goddess of beauty and love. Her claim upon you only served to intensify the spotlight, drawing even more eyes toward your radiant presence. Luke, burdened by the weight of his own insecurities, watched with a bitter ache as you gravitated toward Clarisse, the formidable warrior of the camp. He observed the way you admired her strength, the camaraderie you shared, and it ignited a jealousy that burned deep within him.

With each passing day, Luke felt the chasm between you widen, a gulf of distance that he struggled to bridge. His attempts to spend time with you were met with polite refusals, excuses of prior commitments with Clarisse that left him feeling sidelined and forgotten. The pang of rejection gnawed at his soul as he questioned why you didn't extend the same gestures of intimacy to him—why he remained devoid of the affectionate nicknames and inside jokes that had once been the hallmark of your friendship. Before Clarisse entered the picture, you two were inseparable, confidants who shared every secret and laughed until your sides ached. Now, as he watched you grow closer to her, Luke couldn't help but wonder what had changed, and why he found himself on the outside looking in.

The sight of you and Clarisse growing closer ignited a storm of conflicting emotions within Luke, a tempest of jealousy and longing that threatened to consume him whole. As he watched you gaze at her with a mixture of admiration and affection, he yearned to shed every layer of insecurity and stand before you as the epitome of strength and valor, just as Clarisse did. Yet, despite his fervent desires, it seemed you only had eyes for her, leaving Luke to grapple with the bitter sting of rejection. With each passing day, the gulf between you and Luke widened, a gaping chasm that swallowed the remnants of your once inseparable bond. Where laughter and shared secrets had once flourished, now lay silence and unspoken longing. Luke's heart sank with each polite refusal to spend time together, each 'sorry, I already made plans with Clar,' echoing like a tolling bell in his mind. The absence of the affectionate nicknames and inside jokes you once shared felt like a dagger twisting in his chest, a painful reminder of the connection that now seemed lost to him.

As you and Clarisse blossomed into a couple, Luke found himself on the sidelines, a spectator to the love story unfolding before his eyes. Envy gnawed at him as he watched you steal kisses and intertwine your fingers with hers, his heart aching with a longing he dared not speak aloud. Despite the silence that had settled between you, Luke found solace in the gentle warmth of your smiles, each fleeting glance a balm to his wounded spirit. Yet, beneath the facade of acceptance, a storm raged within him, a tempest of unspoken words and shattered dreams.

As the whispers of your relationship with Clarisse spread through the camp like wildfire, envy became a palpable presence, clinging to the air like a heavy fog. Luke, once your confidant and companion, found himself consumed by a bitter cocktail of jealousy and longing. Each tender gesture exchanged between you and Clarisse—the stolen kisses, the intertwined fingers—felt like a dagger twisting in Luke's heart, a painful reminder of what he could never have. Despite the silence that had settled between you, Luke couldn't tear his gaze away, his eyes widening with a mixture of yearning and sorrow every time he witnessed your displays of affection. Weeks passed, then months, without a single word exchanged between you, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Yet, even in the midst of the silence, the warmth of your kind smile offered a fleeting respite from the storm raging within Luke. Each gentle curve of your lips served as a beacon of hope, a reminder of the bond that had once bound you together. In those brief moments, all the pain and resentment melted away, leaving only the raw ache of unrequited love in its wake.

Despite the excitement of your budding romance with Clarisse, the absence of your once-close friendship with Luke left a void that even love couldn't fill. Clarisse, ever perceptive, couldn't help but notice the wistful glances Luke cast your way—the longing in his eyes, like a wounded puppy yearning for attention. Though she never admitted it, jealousy simmered beneath the surface, igniting into a blaze of possessiveness during your intimate moments. Each kiss was an inferno of passion, leaving you breathless and marked with bruises that served as silent declarations of ownership. Yet, those marks were not just for Clarisse's satisfaction—they were a message to Luke, a reminder of what he could never possess.

For Luke, each bruise left in Clarisse's wake served as a visceral reminder of what he could never have—a tangible symbol of the connection he yearned for but could never possess. As he watched from the sidelines, his desire for you burned with an intensity that bordered on obsession, fueled by the tantalizing glimpses of intimacy he could never hope to share. In his mind's eye, he imagined himself in Clarisse's place, tracing kisses along your skin with a tenderness born of love. But fate, it seemed, had other plans for him, relegating him to the role of a silent observer in the love story unfolding before his eyes.

With the arrival of Percy, a new camper, the atmosphere at the camp seemed to shift, tinged with an air of uncertainty. The confusion etched across Percy's face didn't go unnoticed, and your compassionate nature couldn't resist reaching out to offer him guidance and support. From the moment you extended a helping hand, it was as if a bond had formed between you, solidifying into a relationship that mirrored that of siblings. Despite Clarisse's reservations, you took Percy under your wing, guiding him through the intricacies of camp life with a patience and kindness that spoke volumes of your character. To Luke, watching you interact with Percy was akin to witnessing a masterclass in compassion—an exhibition of the same gentleness and care that had drawn him to you in the first place. With each act of kindness, each word of encouragement, Luke found himself falling deeper under your spell, his admiration for you growing with each passing day.

As he observed the bond blossoming between you and Percy, Luke couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy gnawing at his insides. He longed to be the recipient of your nurturing nature, to bask in the warmth of your affection as Percy did. Yet, even in the face of his own insecurities, Luke couldn't deny the undeniable truth—you were a beacon of light in the lives of those around you, a source of comfort and strength that endeared you to all who knew you. And as he watched you effortlessly weave your magic, Luke couldn't help but fall even more deeply under your spell, his heart swelling with a love he dared not speak aloud.

As the much-anticipated 'Capture the Flag' event loomed on the horizon, you couldn't shake the knot of apprehension that coiled in the pit of your stomach. You knew all too well the fierce competitiveness that burned within Clarisse, your girlfriend, and the lengths she would go to claim victory. But when she proposed a plan that involved exploiting Luke's feelings, your heart recoiled in protest. "I can't do that, Clar. He’s my friend" you protested, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush of defiance. The thought of toying with Luke's emotions filled you with a sense of unease, a moral boundary you couldn't bring yourself to cross. Yet, Clarisse's dismissive laughter only served to deepen your sense of discomfort, her casual disregard for your objections stinging like a slap to the face.

"He was your friend, babe. Let's be real, you haven't spoken in years" Clarisse retorted, her tone laced with amusement as she casually dismantled your protestations. The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the growing chasm between you and Luke—a divide that seemed insurmountable in the face of Clarisse's ruthless pragmatism. Despite the pang of guilt that twisted in your gut, you refused to succumb to Clarisse's callous tactics, your conviction unshakeable in the face of her relentless laughter. "Clarisse, I can't do this. It's—it's just wrong. And so what if we haven't talked in a while? He's still my friend.” you stood your ground, refusing to be swayed by Clarisse's callous disregard for Luke's feelings, a sense of unease settled over you like a heavy shroud. The realization that your relationship with Clarisse had clouded your judgment, blurring the lines between right and wrong, left you reeling with doubt. With a final glare at your girlfriend, you pushed back from the table and stormed out of the Ares cabin, the weight of your decision bearing down on you like a leaden burden.

As Clarisse doggedly clung to her plan, determined to oust "poor lover boy" from the game, a heavy sigh escaped your lips as you stormed away. The weight of her insistence pressed down on you like a leaden weight, threatening to suffocate you beneath its relentless pressure. Yet, before you could retreat too far into the shadows of your thoughts, Clarisse's hurried footsteps echoed behind you, a silent plea for understanding hanging in the air between you.

Unbeknownst to you, Luke lingered nearby, his heart sinking like a stone as he witnessed the tense exchange unfold before him. The sight of your distress pierced him to the core, igniting a fierce desire to intervene, to shield you from the turmoil threatening to engulf you. Despite the rift that had formed between you, Luke couldn't bear to see you in pain, his instinct to protect you overpowering any lingering resentment he harbored. “Clarisse that’s stupid! I don’t see the point, I mean you could easily win ‘Capture flag’. Everyone knows it.” Your whispered argument with Clarisse echoed through the air, the tension palpable as emotions ran high. “Can’t you see it? How he looks at you? How he want to devour you. That’s why I’m doing it.” Clarisse's words struck like a blow, her accusation leaving you reeling with disbelief. The realization that she viewed Luke's feelings for you as a threat sent a shiver down your spine, casting a shadow of doubt over your relationship. Yet, even as you bristled at her possessiveness, a sense of confusion clouded your thoughts, unsure of how to navigate the tangled web of emotions that threatened to engulf you.

With a scoff, you asserted your independence, refusing to be cowed by Clarisse's attempts to control you. But before she could retort, a familiar voice broke through the tension, halting the argument in its tracks. “Everything’s alright?” As Luke interjected, his voice cutting through the tension like a lifeline, you couldn't help but feel a rush of conflicting emotions wash over you. Relief flooded your senses at the sight of his familiar form, a reassuring presence in the midst of chaos. Yet, mingled with that relief was a pang of guilt, knowing that his intervention only served to further complicate the already fraught situation. Your gaze lingered on his arms for a moment, tracing the lines of sinew and muscle with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. When had he grown so strong, so imposing? The realization struck you like a bolt of lightning, igniting a spark of something unfamiliar deep within your chest—a flutter of uncertainty that left you momentarily breathless.

You tore your gaze away from Luke's arms, muscles taut and defined beneath the fabric of his shirt, and directed it toward Clarisse, who bristled with anger beside you. Her frustration radiated off her in palpable waves, her clenched fists and furrowed brow betraying the simmering rage bubbling beneath the surface. Caught between the two, you felt like a pawn in a game you never wanted to play. Luke's unexpected appearance had thrown a wrench into Clarisse's plans, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of emotions. As you searched for the right words to defuse the tension, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that things were about to spiral out of control. “Yeah, until you came, lover boy.” Clarisse's words cut through the tense atmosphere like a blade, each syllable dripping with venom as she leveled a scathing glare at Luke. The weight of her disdain bore down on him like a physical force, his shoulders slumping under the weight of her contempt. For a moment, the air seemed to crackle with the intensity of her anger, her words hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

Luke stood frozen in place, his jaw clenched tight against the onslaught of emotions roiling within him. Hurt and indignation warred within his chest, each breath a struggle against the suffocating grip of Clarisse's words. The nickname "lover boy" echoed in his mind, a mocking reminder of the love he harbored for you, now twisted into a weapon against him. As Clarisse turned on her heel and stalked away, the echo of her footsteps reverberated in Luke's ears, each step a harsh reminder of the rift that had formed between them. He watched her retreating figure with a mixture of hurt and resignation, his heart heavy with the weight of her rejection. In that moment, he felt more alone than ever.

As Clarisse stormed away, her anger palpable in every rigid line of her posture, a heavy sigh escaped your lips, laden with a mixture of frustration and resignation. The knowledge that her fury would only fuel her competitive streak in tomorrow's game weighed heavily on your mind, casting a shadow over the already tense situation. "Fuck," you muttered under your breath, the curse slipping from your lips like a whispered prayer to the gods of chaos. It was a rare display of raw emotion from you, a stark departure from your usual composed demeanor. Luke's raised eyebrow and teasing remark pulled a reluctant smile from you, a flicker of amusement dancing in your eyes despite the turmoil swirling within you. "Since when does the beauty princess curse?" Luke quipped, the nickname a fond reminder of simpler times, when the weight of responsibility had yet to bear down upon your shoulders. His words sparked a bittersweet nostalgia within you, a longing for the innocence of youth and the carefree days spent in the company of your closest friend.

"Been a long time, huh?" you murmured, your gaze lingering on Luke's face as you drank in the familiar contours of his features. In that moment, surrounded by the echoes of past memories and the weight of unspoken truths, you found solace in the quiet companionship of the boy who had been by your side through it all. Luke's breathy chuckle danced through the air, a familiar sound that tugged at the corners of your lips despite your frustration. His words, laced with a hint of amusement, echoed with a warmth that harkened back to simpler times, when the weight of the world had yet to burden your shoulders. You couldn't help but sigh inwardly, a pang of regret gnawing at your conscience as you chastised yourself for your own oversight. "Yeah, you must have been busy all this time" Luke remarked, his eyes alight with the same playful spark that had once defined your friendship. The sight of his smile, unchanged by the passage of time, tugged at your heartstrings, a bittersweet reminder of the bond you had shared before life had pulled you in different directions.

“See you tomorrow at the game, ‘the best sword man’ and you should be aware by now that Clarisse is going to probably be behind your back.” With a resigned nod, you bid Luke farewell, the weight of the impending game hanging heavy in the air. As you turned to leave, a warning slipped past your lips, a playful jab at his skill with a sword and a reminder of the formidable opponent he would face in Clarisse. Yet, despite the teasing tone, there was a warmth in your words, a silent reassurance of your enduring friendship. Luke's smile widened at the nickname you bestowed upon him, a testament to the enduring bond between you. Though he may have harbored a dislike for the moniker, coming from you, it held a special significance—a reminder of the connection that had weathered the storms of time. And as you walked away, the echo of your laughter lingering in the air, Luke couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for the friend he had missed more than words could express.

© pearlszns 2024. do not translate, or duplicate any of my works on here or any other websites.

#ᥫ᭡₊ ⊹greetings from yours truly .ᐟ ‎ ‧₊˚ 𓂃౨ৎ #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #pjo series #pjo x you #pjo x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue #clarisse x you #bisexual

[genevawren38]

I'd like to think q!Phil is getting hints of worlds prior where those he cared for those who fell entire cities and laughs as Cellbit explains and expects the old crow to be disappointed in him.

Knowing of close friends who made rivers run red with blood guided by ancient battlecries as sword carved through tender flesh. He's trusted people with silver tongues with his back and has watched their decrescendo after that came back to drag them down to hell.

He's accepted much worse beneath his wings and done terrible things himself, his arms are always open for the young who think they are at rock bottom. He will pick them up and save them again and again because only someone who has fallen so far knows the strength it takes to climb back and can use that force in the future, for better or worse.

I'm on the train of q!Phil being an immortal, tired warrior who recalls his memories of times from worlds prior. Each new world, he uses that knowledge to guide the future, remembering the mistakes of everyone and forgiving incidents unless they put one of those people he cares about in danger.

Never the forefront or the hero, simply one who has seen, regretted, and persists to guide those after him. Always and for eternity, placed on the sidelines because it was never his fate to be a hero.

Only a teacher, an archivist, and as his Goddess's weapon holding Her heart close as he protects those souls She wishes to help succeed.

Forevermore doomed to be separated from those he loves, he teaches those whose lifespans are blinks for him to treasure those times, dark and light.

To hold those mere joyful seconds close because that can be your spark to continue forth.

Just as he has always done. And will always do.

Doomed to be the teacher, never the hero. Forced to chronical each student that falls under his mentorship, using that knowledge for his own bittersweet future. Holding the memories of those he left behind close, he puts one foot in front of the other until he finds his new motivation in the bright eyes of someone who trusts him.

He's so damn fascinating and I have such a weakness for immortal doomed to watch those they care about die. The moments we often overlook are ones they teach us to treasure because in reality, our lives are so short we need to find our humanity in the small moments or we lose the purpose of everything.

#qsmp #wrenrambles #philza #q!philza #qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #cellbit

[anangelwhodidntfall]

I need hc's of Tsu'tey and human!reader like how they met, how they became friends and etc, I think it would be cute <3

A/N: Tsu'tey and Human!reader is my new favorite thing to write, because they are both so in love with each other &lt;3

Tsu’tey & His Favorite Human Headcannons

How They Met: 

-She had been out in the forest exploring for a few days with Norm and Dr. Augustine when Tsu'tey first laid eyes on her. 

-He had been out hunting when he heard their voices and decided to watch them from the sidelines trying to see what they were up to before taking off since they weren't harming anything or anyone 

-It would be a few days later when he heard a yelp making him alert and run towards the source where he saw her laying face first on the ground.

-He helped her and asked if she was okay, checking over for injuries but now up close he could see how beautiful she was even if she was a Sky Demon. 

-She thanked him for helping her and when she got back to the lab, and told everyone what happened they were all in shock as they all knew Tsu'tey wasn't fond of humans.

-that night she lay in her room thinking about the handsome warrior that had helped her today and hoped she would run into him again

-Tsu'tey lay in his hammock thinking about the pretty sky demon he had seen and hoped he might run into her again.

After Her and Jake Get Invited to Camp:

-Despite her not having an avatar she was still invited to learn the way of the people along with Jake which made her smile

-Tsu'tey didn't know what to think when he got assigned to teach you the way of the people, i mean how was he supposed to teach you when you were a human

-he remembers the night of asking why she didn't have an avatar and the sadness that spread across her face. "I got hurt in my avatar, and now I can't use it until they fix it so I'm stuck like this" she said as Tsu'tey frowned at her words.

-Even though she was human she did try to keep up with them and learn their ways even if it took her longer than normal.

-Tsu'tey was impressed by her and how well she was able to complete some of the tasks and how she didn't give up if she couldn't complete one.

-the more time they spent together, the more they learned about one another. He learned about her favorite things, her life before Earth, and her time having an avatar. She got to know him and his favorite things, his family history, and he even told her about his first love.

Them Officially Being Friends and Possibly Something More:

-So Mo'at asked reader to start healing training since she saw how reader was with helping out members of the clan who were hurt

-Tsu'tey always accompanies her when she has to go into the forest, bringing her back herbs, and allowing her to practice her skills on him

-whenever Tsu'tey gets hurt, he immediately goes to her even if it's a small scratch just to see her worry her little heart over him being hurt

-them going for rides on ikran, he loves seeing how happy reader gets whenever they ride, or when she gets to feed his ikran

-he makes her traditional clothing so she can "fit in" but really he thinks she looks so pretty in them

-sometimes they will lay out in their secret spot together and talk about everything and anything until fall asleep in each other's arms.

-one time the reader got attacked by some of the Navi that didn't accept humans and Tsu'tey was fuming and nearly killed them

-He loves to carry reader in his arms, and his heart nearly melts every time she falls asleep against him 

-Reader loves to be picked up and carried by him so much, that they could be talking with Jake and Neytiri that she will look at Tsu'tey and be like "carry me and he picks her up and they wave by to Jake and Neytiri who left confused. 

-Him making a bow more suited for reader since she's so little

-Him hurting anyone who lays a hand on her unintentionally or intentionally for example, reader had been watching the warriors hunt with Tsu'tey when the Na'vi next to her accidentally forgot she was there and went to move the hand with his bow in and ended wacking her and breaking her nose. 

-Him putting some of his beads in her hair as an unofficial way of marking her as his but then they kissed and all his plans were ruined. 

-After some internal debate and seeking advice from his friends and Mo'at he decided to finally make reader his officially and he was so happy when she said yes :)

(Courting & Becoming Mates)

-once he started the courting process, he rebuilt his home to make it more livable for her which meant a space for oxygen tanks for her masks and whatnot

-he also built shelves for her herbs and medicine and her other stuff such as her crystals or photos, yeah he studied her room a lot 

-he made a staircase with the help of his friends so she could get up and down to his house with ease

-He also had some of her blankets brought from the lab to his home as well, essentially he brought anything from her room to his home to make it more of her space too. 

-When he finally showed it to her, she was in awe and so much more in love with him after seeing what he did for her with the staircase to inside the home, he truly did care about her 

-His pride and heart soared when she told him that she loved everything about it and him so much followed by a hug.

-Since the reader is human and doesn't have a na'vi right now, she can't properly mate with Tsu'tey by making the Tsaheylu, which worried her alot until he took her to the Spirit Tree and mated with her before Ewya, like he would've done if she was Na'vi. 

-After the mating happened, they could hardly keep their hands off of each other

-Anytime reader feels insecure about being human, he always reminds her how perfect she is, because in his eyes she truly is

-them constantly being with each other, never far apart from one another unless he has to go hunt or train the new warriors and then in that case she is stuck with Neytiri until he gets back

-the two of them constantly doing each other's hair and complimenting each other and making each other sick with how in love they are

-When reader finds out she has to get a new avatar, she was upset until Tsu'tey reminded her that it was him and her forever and that he would still love her as he does now if she never got one which made feel grateful for having him in her life

-her never being able to sleep without him beside her or if they are fighting which is hardly

-her introducing him to human technology such as a camera which he ended up actually liking it especially when he was taking pictures of reader

-when she finally got her avatar he was so happy, probably happier than her, they could do so much more now that she had her avatar

-when she finally gets pregnant, he cries because he didn't think it would be possible 

-him doting on her during her pregnancy and being the best father to their son 

-they ended up having 4 four kids together, three sons and a girl who was a total daddy's girl.

-in the end, the reader and tsu'tey got their happy ending with the person they love most in the world.

#tsu'tey x fem reader #tsu'tey x reader #tsutey #tsu'tey #tsu'tey avatar #tsu’tey x reader #tsu’tey te rangloa ateyitan #tsutey avatar #tsu’tey fanfic #avatar x reader

[morannon]

Galadriel ≠ Eowyn

I think one of the things that bothers me most about Galadriel’s portrayal in Rings of Power is that it doesn’t even stop at a character assassination for her individually, as a person. This Galadriel vs Eowyn comparison is something that shouldn’t ever have to exist.

What they wanted to do, I have to guess, is that they wanted to pick and choose certain aspects of what makes Eowyn such a beautiful character and probably the best example of a female warrior archetype in literature that I can think of, and plant those aspects in their portrayal of Galadriel. What could possibly go wrong, right? Sadly they overlooked the fundamental differences between the two character’s circumstances and character arcs.

Eowyn is a young Human woman who is acutely aware of the danger she and her people are already in because Rohan is sandwiched between Isengard and Mordor. She has spent her life watching people dear to her die and has become unwilling to accept the grim fate and the prospect of simply being condemned to watch everything unfold before her as she stands by the sideline, deemed too feeble to help turn the tide. Yet she is also keenly aware of her place in her society. She may be called the shieldmaiden of Rohan, but in practice she is forced to stand by and send all of her remaining family off to fight in the war. Her rebellion is her deciding for herself and herself alone. She disguises herself to fight beside her loved ones, having already accepted her own mortality as she did so. Not to mention that she was never some invincible do-it-all-herself type. Her strength lies to a great extent in the integrity of her motivations and the way those enable her to push past what anyone believed possible for her. She is not selfish for wanting to fight.

It’s not that Galadriel has not seen death or experienced grief. But her position in relation to time and history unfolding is completely different. She may have been characterized as restless or unyielding in her youth, but to suggest that this meant her willingness to treat everyone else as cannon fodder in the wake of her ambitions is absolute blasphemy. Especially when turning her into some petulent, impatient caricature. Galadriel was always wise beyond her years, and it’s something she stood out for among other Elves.

They have altered her motivations to be focused on vengeance for the death of her brother that never occurred in this way. This has only achieved fracturing her character arc and disconnecting her from the motivations which will lead her to become the Galadriel we meet in LOTR. And worst of all, they’ve made her out to be selfish. She acts more like a Human than an Elf whose long life would put everything into perspective.

Unfortunately this may bleed into the viewers’ perception of Elves in general. Especially because of Galadriel’s standing among Elves. Galadriel in Rings of Power was even at this time much older than Eowyn when she died. Her age at that time surpassed many, many lifetimes of Men. And when Tolkien refers to Galadriel as the "greatest of the Noldor" whose "wisdom only increased in the long years", he doesn’t mean simply that her greatness lied in her strength or any physical ability. Galadriel is essentially the wisest living being in all of Middle-earth, at least by the time of the Lord of the Rings. She is supposed to embody all of the ways in which Elves and Men differ.

To break this characterization in Rings of Power, to make her a terrible Mary Sue Karen who is somehow innately great at everything and fights her battles singlehandedly while still dragging others along to act as collateral for some reason while she keeps being *always right* and never really needing anyone’s help... what had Galadriel ever done to deserve being butchered like this?

#Galadriel #Eowyn #Rings of Power #LOTR #The Lord of the Rings #Tolkien #The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power

[marymary-diva17]

One of us one of the people

sully family x human daughter reader

You were unlike your siblings and parents as you had been born human and not navi like your siblings or gained an avatar body like your father. You had always felt out of place within your family and clan. You could not do what all your siblings and parents could do, constantly feeling left out as there always seemed to be family moments you missed out on. There were times when you were involved with family matters that brought a smile to your face, but there were times when you couldn't go due to some navi still having a dislike for humans, and you are clearly human. It was easy for you to understand the whole matter and enjoy helping from the sidelines as it allowed you to be included.

y/n" ......."It was a bright early morning, and you had gotten out of bed as you didn't want to be late you soon got dressed and grabbed your small mask. You soon walked outside of your shack running into Norm.

norm" Good morning, kiddo." Norm waved towards you as he made his way towards you. Norm had become you, your sibling's uncle, he was looking out for you When you were here.

y/n"Hello, Uncle Norm, it's good to see you are up and about," you gave Norm a smile, You soon noticed Norm was holding a sack in his hands. Norm had noticed you were looking at the sack in his hands.

norm" Hey, can you bring this to your father and Moat? They had asked for these things? It seems like your grandmother has been trying to understand the humans.more."

y/n " that amazing" norm could tell you were upset about something and he knew what made you upset, it was the lack of avatar body. norm was one of few adults you seek out for guidance, about matters you didn't fell like bring up to your parents. He knew all about your feelings and thoughts of the matter of your life here.

y/n" Sure, I can do that for you, Uncle Norm. Is there anything you wish for me to bring or pass on a message to my father or anyone else?" you had soon taken the sack, and soon from norm hands as you were getting ready to leave.

Norm"no that all for now"

Y/n " yes sir" Norm had give that reason as he pat your head, and soon enough you had taken off towards home tree. It kinda of sucked that you lived separate from your family, due to safety concerns for you but there were times when you could sleep over. After some walking you soon reach home tree where you were greeted by two warriors who were on portal.

warrior " Who goes there .... oh it you y/n sorry for the rude greeting" the warriors had their arrows target towards you but soon lower them, after seeing it was you.

y/n " it okay" the warriors had soon moved aside allow you to walk into the village, with the sack you were carrying in your hands. Soon enough you had walked heading towards the family home.

y/n" hey I'm home" you had soon reached the family home to hear your siblings talking, they all soon looked at you and smiled when seeing you.

Tuk" y/n you are finally here I missed you" tuk spoke cheerful towards you and soon ran towards you, dropping what she was doing to be with you.

Lo'ak " oh come on you saw her yesterday tuk it not like she been gone for weeks on ended" lo'ak speaking in a teasing tone toward tuk which got him a look from neteyam.

Y/n " hello tuk tuk and be nice Lo"

lo'ak " yes sis"

Kiri " hey sis come sit with me and have some breakfast"

Y/n " sure K I will love that" you soon walked into the home dropping the sack by the entrance but making sure it got in no one way. you soon sat down near kiri she gave you a soft smile.

Neteyem" hey baby sis"

y/n " hey teyem" you were looking at your sibling and saw they were wearing new clothes that seem to be match in color.

Y/n " oh when did you all get new clothes"

neteyam " mom made them for us don't you like them"

Y/n " oh I love them"

lo'ak " she made them saying it will make sure look like a family" you had felt upset about those words as your sibling look like a family, and you looked like an outsider.

??? " I'm going looking for her norm said she was supposed to be here" Jake and neytiri had entered the home soon seeing you there, they looked worried and soon relax when they saw you.

neytiri " hello ma daughter"

y/n " hey mom" Neytiri soon kissed your forehead making you smile she soon went back to the cooking fire.

Jake " you had be scared there for a bit sweetie" Jake was using his serious tone as he was speaking with you. That when you noticed both of your parents are wearing matching colors as well.

Jake " what were you kids talking about"

tuk " oh we were telling y/n about the matching color clothes mom made for us all"

y/n " yeah they are amazing" you felt a bit hurt that everyone had matching clothes expect you but you were trying your best, not to show your emotions that much to your parents.

y/n " oh dad that sack over there is for you and grandmother"

Jake " thank you" the family had ate their meal but you were not that talkative like usual worrying everyone. In the family as this was not your normal personality.

later that day

Lo'ak " dad said the gather will be happening here this year with all the clans"

y/n " oh dad never mentioned that to me"

lo'ak " oh maybe he was planning to tell you later"

y/n " yeah sure"

kiri " hey why don't we all going flying it will be fun

y/n " I think I will stay here dad rather me fly with either him or mom"

kiri " don't fear sis everything will work out soon"

neteyam " yeah we have to stay positive remember" everyone could agree with neteyam statement. You were still a bit upset as it seem like there were so many things going on and you were being left out of loop.

y/n " ......"

neteyem " why don't we get on with our group task it will be fun for us all and we can have some time with our sister"

Tuk " I want to help y/n" the group had laughed soon getting to work. The rest of the day your sibling were keeping you busy. later that night you had arrived back home. This day had been very eventful when you entered the home you saw your parents waiting there.

neytiri " welcome back children"

Jake " sit down all of you we are having a family meeting" everyone soon sat down, this family meeting seem to be very important. Jake soon cleared his throat.

Jake " As a family I have told you all we stick together right"

the kids " yes"

Jake " well I have started to notice that has failed"

neteyem " what do you mean dad"

Jake " y/n sweetie I and your mom had a meeting with norm and he told us everything"

y/n " everything"

neytiri " yes everything we all have noticed you haven't been the same and we see how you stay to the sidelines, we are sorry we made you feel alone but you are not alone"

y/n " I'm sorry I should of came to one of you when and spoke to you both"

Jake " it okay but I and your mom have been talking and we have some wonderful news"

y/n " what news"

neytiri " I had these clothing made for you but didn't have them ready this morning" Neytiri had passed you some clothes that were the same colors as your siblings, you and smiled brightly at her.

neytiri " you are my daughter and will always be my daughter"

y/n " thank you mom"

Jake " during the gather I want you by my side all of you, I want all my kids with me and meet everyone as all of you will represent the clan"

y/n " what about the other clan dad"

Jake " I will deal with them later but right now my daughter needs show herself to the other clans, as my daughter and one of the important members of the clan and family"

neytiri " your grandmother will be teaching you the healing ways with kiri she think you are perfect for it and ready"

kiri " yes"

y/n " thank you mom and dad thank you" you sounded very happy at the moment, knowing your fears were washing away now.

neytiri " you are one of us and one of the people" neytiri soon brought you into and hug and kissed your forehead making you smile. soon the rest of your family joined the hug making it a group hug. After that day many thing changed for you as you were now opening more nights at home with your family bring a smile to your face. Now you knew where you belong and your place in this world and it was with your family and clan.

#jake x y/n #neytiri x y/n #jake x reader #neytiri x reader #sully family x reader #sully family x y/n #neteyam x sister!reader #loak x sister!reader #kiri x sister!reader #jake sully x daughter!reader #neytiri x daughter!reader #navi x human #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar x human reader #sully family #kiri sully #atwow #avatar 2 #neytiri #tuktirey #loak sully #tuk x sister!reader #sully reader #neteyam #lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite

[wri0thesley]

I know we often cuck or sideline childe for the older hotter harbingers but I think there’s charm in his silliness. How he struggles with chopsticks and has to constantly wipe his mouth when eating because he can’t help but just ravenously eat. How he gushes about his family and little siblings, how he takes in youngsters like theyre his own and becomes their big brother figure.

But there’s also that animalistic and feral spirit to him, the spirit of a warrior and bloodthirsty monster that lurks under the surface at all times. How he’d ravenously eat you out until your legs were tremblings and you struggled to speak. And then he’d just take you then and there multiple times until your legs were limp and hung on his shoulders, bouncing with each thrust. How he’d whine if you made him pull out or want to use protection because while he knows why, he can’t help but love the risk.

He’d be so affectionate too. Constantly peppering kisses on your face each time he gets to come home and see you. Often times pulling you into more deep and passionate kisses until it turns into full on love making. Each time he comes home its like he’s starving for your touch and every time he gets to kiss or cuddle or fuck you its his way of recharging after work.

But even when hes fully recharged will he lay his head on your shoulder while you cook, or insist on hugging you from behind for any reason. He’ll give you any prize or anything you would ever want. He’d leap at the chance to rip apart anyone who would dare to threaten or hurt you. You would have to hold him back like a dog if he saw someone eyeing you up in down in a seductive way.

There is hardly a quiet moment between you, he rambles about his adventures and how he saw something that reminded him of you or how you would love to have seen it with him. He brags about his battles and fights, he probably proudly tells you of how he spent a month straight fighting that primordial sea beast while you fix up his bandages. He’s just such a passionate man, both in battle and in bed.

I just want to bite him like a chewtoy and I know he’d let me

childe is like an enthusiastic puppy for me, and i generally prefer an Older, Wiser Cat of a man . . . not a bad flavour, just not my preferred one!!! that being said, his enthusiasm is so very cute sometimes and i DO think he would try his best.

oh, it's a bit too much - the way that you get overstimulated because he just can't bring himself to pull his mouth away, his whining about wanting to fill you up so that you leak his come - but it's done from a place of genuine affection!!! he LOVES you. you're his!!!!

he's just . . . really really really insistent about all of it!!!

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #not sfw text #he's also puppy like in that if you can get him to roll over and tickle his belly for him (metaphorically) #he will follow you to the ends of the earth

[lexa-griffins]

"Don't Hold Back" for the fic title

I feel like this is definitely nudging me towards a certain place so I'll comply... under the cut! 😝

But first the non smut one:

Canon world, maybe. A Lexa doesn't die, the end of the world doesn't happen (again) story.

Clarke has taken up training with Anya. She is not training to be a warrior by any means, but to survive on the ground in the high position Clarke as proven herself worthy off she needs to be able to defend herself properly, not just with a gun and pure brute force.

Per Lexa's request Anya goes easy on Clarke, who ends most training sessions on her back, breathless, listening to a list of everything she did wrong given to her by a disappointment Anya.

All it takes is for Anya to question if something was to happen to Lexa with Clarke around, the commander would be sure to die thanks to Clarke's inability to fight.

That sets Clarke off immediately. She is throwing herself at Anya who dodges her and pocks her again, reminding her how she would be unable to even catch whoever hurt Lexa. And Clarke launches at her again, this time landing a punch. Anya is quick to rise and throw one back, but Clarke is quicker and moves, avoiding the hit. The pride in Anya’s face shines for barely a second.

Lexa watches from the sidelines, hidden by the shadows of the trees. Anya is correct that Clarke would probably not be capable of helping Lexa if something was to go wrong. Lexa thinks she would very much prefer the sky girl leave her to die if they ever find themselves in such a situation but knowing Clarke, she would not back down so it is best she knows how to fight.

A loud thud reaches her as she watches as Anya falls on the dirt, Clarke's knee holding her down, a dagger on Anya’s neck.

The older woman chuckles darkly, looking at the wild beast in Clarke's eyes, "She finally got me Heda."

At Lexa's title, Clarke turns her head abruptly, sheepishly dropping the dagger as Lexa comes forward and towards them.

Lexa simsply nods, a proud smile on her face. Staring at her, Clarke's eyes feel tamed once more and she feels the adrenaline leave her and a smile blossom. She helps Anya off the floor.

"It seems she is ready for the next step." Its the first thing Lexa says. Clarke stares at her slightly confused, "and Anya this time, no need to hold back."

Clarke barely has the time to open her mouth before she is being thrown on the ground.

(Also g!p clarke. Duh.). Smutty but with quite a soft undertone to it, building trust and confidence in bed between them.

They've been managing to take things as slow as they can. With the desperation burned out during their first time, they get to slowly learn about each other's bodies and likes.

Lexa has never explicitly told Clarke she likes it soft and gentle, but perhaps it was her tears or the lovestruck look she gives Clarke that gave her that impression and so, with out ever truly confirming it, Clarke goes slow with Lexa, lovingly. Oh so sweet.

Lexa loves it. But she knows Clarke is holding back. And Lexa... Lexa is quite tired of being treated like she might break during sex.

Slowly Lexa would encourage Clarke to let go fully in bed. Urge her on. Ask her to go harder and faster. Nudging Clarke to place them in positions easier to allow her to go harder.

Until the one night when Lexa demands it of her. "Don't hold back, niron. Give me all."

And so Clarke kisses her, the last piece of softness for the next while.

And Lexa loves her soft niron. Loves the care Clarke takes with her, always entering her slowly, allowing Lexa the time to adjust. Never rushing, always assuring, always asking. But this Clarke? This is the woman of passion and fervor she fell in love with. Desperate and rough and so full of passion as she fucks Lexa onto the mattress.

The first of many, I'm sure.

#letter opened #uh this was fun ✨️ #wanheda's dagger #clexa

[rhas-writes]

Union Between Gods - Morax x Archon Reader

Ah, I'll write something not part of my Ex-archon Reader! thoughts one day but that day is not today. There's kind of a Part 1 but this still can be read as a standalone.

Spoilers! for Zhongli's backstory and Liyue's history.

Content? Mostly fluff, tiny angst. Format? Headcanons/imagines. Pronouns? You/Your

Summary: What being married to Morax is like

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Shortly after your wedding, Morax constructs a special Statue of Seven in the waters of Liyue Harbor's northern wharf. It depicts him on his throne of stone with you elegantly perched on his lap. He does this as a gift for you, another reminder that he is indeed yours.

In private, Morax will always have physical contact with you. A hand on your thigh. Arms pulling you in an embrace. Leg brushing against yours. He needs your touch like he needs air to breathe.

Neither of you need to sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from making a nest from the finest silks in all of Teyvat. He will place your head against his chest, your hands threading through his dark hair, and pull you impossibly close.

A deep purr-like hum will rise from his chest when you trace the geo markings on his body. His breath hitches at each kiss you place where the lines intersect. He loves touching you but he also loves you touching him.

Morax prefers to be in his half-dragon half-human form around the house. His tail will teasingly swipe at your body, light brushes that catch your attention and leave you seeking more. Sometimes he trips you, just to catch you in his arms with a teasing smirk. "Careful, my dear."

Adepti horns are extremely sensitive. The slightest knocks during battle will send a searing pain to h head. You are the only one he trusts to care for them. Allowing you to wrap it with soothing herbs, he leans into your caring touch.

Morax strips himself of the title The Warrior God when walks the streets of Liyue as Rex Lapis. However, old habits die hard. He refuses to be seen as soft by his people, only having an arm around your waist or your arm wrapped around his in public. Even his gaze is kept stern, never letting his adoration slip into it.

When the two of you change into mortal forms, he remains too prideful to indulge in the 'sillier' aspects of human life. Like dancing. He would rather be trapped in the depths of the sea than be caught dancing by his fellow adepti. So, he watches from the sidelines as you spin from man to man, a radiant image among his people. Though, he has to actively ignore the urge to slap their hands off of you.

You are Morax's greatest treasure and just like any dragon, he is incredibly possessive of you. He can't show it as much as he wants, but make no mistake, his jealousy runs as deep as the Chasm.

His fingers twitch seeing the immense devotion of your three main followers. If only he could show you his. He can't help but glare listening to you enthusiastically speak of the Twilight Sword and Gold. They are only human, why must you spend so much time with them? He doesn't hold back as he throws another boulder at his fellow archon and friend. That damn bard, composing another flirtatious ballad about you.

To quell his possessiveness, he tucks his face into the side of your neck. The way your pulse quickens as his breath fans over your skin reminds him you are his. When your body tenses, waiting, wondering if there will be more, he feels relief in knowing only he makes you feel such a way.

Morax will go months without once being graced by your presence because you are so busy. He becomes easily agitated, falling back into his old, harsher, ways. It is only your lingering scent of mist at dusk that keeps him semi-tamed.

Arguments between the two of you are few and far between. Both of you have lived far too long to shout over disagreements. Morax may get worked up over certain topics - mainly your safety - but you remain calm and bring him back down.

Whenever you and Morax visit Dihua Marsh, it is him who sings to the glaze lilies. But on the days his timber voice cracks with grief, you find it in yourself to continue in his stead. The melody Guizhong once sung seeps into your lone harmony. Such a sound produces, in his opinion, the flower's fullest bloom.

On days you wish to touch the sky, Morax changes into his dragon form and allows you to ride him. He flies through clouds just to hear your giggles at the precipitation hitting your skin. He twists, turns, and twirls to make the experience fun for you. When he's in a good mood, he'll agree to race Venti and Dvalin.

Morax creates many gifts for you from the most precious materials the ground has to offer. A cor lapis headpiece that mimics his draconic horns. Several sets of jade jewelry to match your various outfits. A claymore with a blade made of the strongest smaragdus jadeite. Perhaps most valuable of all, a pair of rings forged from the finest ores and set with the oldest Archaic Stone.

Morax can be coarse and rough around the edges but you smooth him out. You make him a better god in every way possible. He trusts you, loves you, as you do him. If only your relationship was made to last...

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Published: 16 May 2022

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[kingwuko]

Also I've made a post about this before but aside from Airbender Wu I'm obsessed with the idea that canon nonbender Wu has the potential to be a competent badass like Asami but different, in his own style.

And I actually got this idea during the clip show episode and the wuko segments, when it occurred to me that Mako is probably training him to fight the way Mako himself learned to fight.

And I don't think that fighting style fits Wu's mindset, temperament, build, anything really, it's a style informed by street fighting and firebending, two things Wu could not be further removed from.

He's an earth kingdom prince used to fine silks and jewelry, expertly moving about the world with the grace and balance of a dancer even when confronted with physical aggression...

Say, doesn't that sound familiar to anyone else?

I'm just saying, he could be the earth kingdom royal to denounce the Dai Li and bring the Kyoshi Warriors to the forefront of their culture.

By becoming one himself.

When it comes to Wu learning to defend himself and fight, I have two favorite hc.

1. Yes yes yes to Wu training with Kyoshi Warriors. I will say that I'm hesitant to have him become a Kyoshi Warrior, because Kyoshi Warriors are women. (Though if people have hc about Wu's gender being different, that's certainly worth exploring!) But much like Sokka was permitted to train with them, I see no reason why Wu couldn't learn from them as well! I think if given the opportunity, Wu would pick up the fighting style quite well. The method of fighting practiced by the Kyoshi warriors, and originally taught to them by Rangi herself, is focused on turning your enemy's strength against them. Seems like an excellent style for Wu, as he's built much more slender. I think he'd be into the overall aesthetics, too. I also love the idea of some Kyoshi warriors becoming his royal guard and replacing the role of the Dai Li.

2. Training with Asami. Asami has taken formal self defense lessons since she was a child. She has the technical know how of self defense and since she learned it formally, I think she would be excellent at teaching it formally. To further my Asami-teaching-Wu propaganda, check out the description of Asami as a teacher from the Avatar Legends Wan Shi Tong's Adventure Guide:

As a teacher, Asami is encouraging and supportive—she prizes an individual’s own inventiveness when channeled appropriately, far more than her own ideas. When it comes to the overall tone and style of mastery conditions set to PCs, Asami will emphasize thought over force, clever ideas over direct results. Asami wants those who learn from her to see how problems can be solved in many ways, and there’s nearly always a better way, in addition to seeing how they can help others and don’t always have to solve the problem on their own.

I just feel like Asami would make a good, patient teacher, I think her formal training would translate well into teaching skills, I think she might actually appreciate Wu's creativity and out-of-the-box thinking, AND I think her foundation in self defense would be ideal for Wu to learn. I don't see him needing to be a fighter in the thick of battle right alongside the rest of Team Avatar, but he should certainly learn to hold his own to protect his own life and limb.

Regardless of how Wu learns self defense and/or martial arts, we can all agree on one thing, I'm sure. Mako is a terrible person to be teaching him. He was literally the worst teacher in Remembrances lol like what was he even doing. And you're right, his style of fighting does not match the kind of fighting that Wu should learn or that he would be able to master.

That's ok. Mako can cheer him on from the sidelines!

#wuko #mako #prince wu #king wu #asami sato #kyoshi warriors #answered ask