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satsangat · 2 years
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Today, September 3, 2022 , we are at the first square of the Moon cycle, the point of crisis into action regarding a critical issue brought to light during the Virgo New Moon.  It's time to do something about it. Coming up, an extremely emotional Pisces Full Moon looks for safety and protection regarding that Virgo issue that is out of balance and needs fixing. Thank you for watching my video, subscribe to my channel and give it your thumb up. Would you like to share how this Moon cycle shows up in your life?
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wonders-of-natur · 1 year
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 3 months
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Look, I know I promised a continuation of "Get in the Water," but I had this idea and just had to write it, okay? So this is the non-canon sequel, the canon one is still in progress.
They escaped. Batman dragged Damian's frozen body away from the Lazarus Pit and through the tunnels as Danyal's screams-sobs-wails echoed behind them. Eventually the sound ebbed away and they emerged to the surface.
A debrief was demanded from everyone; even Todd was in the Cave. Damian trembled, his only sign of distress, his mind stuck on Danyal's face, his brother's voice rebounding around his head.
Father's debrief had been rough. Damian could barely explain what happened, why he was drawn to the waters, why Danyal wanted to drown him. He'd only explained the Danyal was someone he'd killed while with the League, and Father was the only one to doubt his explanation.
Damian took the first opportunity to escape to the showers. Stripping down, Damian turned the faucet and the bathroom lit up bright green.
He flinched away, and when he opened his eyes, the water was just water. A stone sunk into his stomach.
The next day, while Father was consulting with Justice League Dark, Grayson and Drake returned to the caves for their own investigation of the Pits. And while they found the cavern--found by tracking the batarang Father threw--it was desert dry. There was no sign of Lazarus Water, nor did it look like it had ever been there.
That night, as Damian was washing his face before bed, he filled the sink basin with water. He turned away for one second, but when he looked back, he almost dipped his face under the green slime oozing out the spout. He bolted, and when he returned with a startled Father, the water had returned to normal.
Grayson insisted on taking him out for lunch the following day, citing that Damian needed a "break." Damian was furious, but allowed it; Justice League Dark was visiting the cave to discuss the... incident, and Damian wanted to interrogate them. He... he needed to know if that was really Danyal or not. If his sweet brother could have been twisted after his murder into that monster, that Siren crooning at him to choose to die.
He'd never contemplated the fate of his brother's immortal soul before. Had he done this to him? Could Damian had avoided this by killing him honorably, instead of cowardly poisoning Danyal so he'd pass away in his sleep?
Damian allowed Grayson order for him. He wasn't hungry. The clouds above swirled ominously as he followed Grayson to a nearby awning with a picnic bench underneath.
Grayson took a bite of his gyro. "So? How have you been coping these past few days?"
"I'm not an invalid, Grayson," Damian hissed, glaring. "I'm fine."
A frozen breath brushed across his ear. "Ĺ̶̥̲̪̀̐ỉ̷̢̜̚a̴̧͖͛r̶̺̫̾͗̃͜,̶͕̐" Danyal whispered in his ear.
Grayson didn't notice or hear Danyal's voice. "You see, I don't believe you. One of your dead League friends is supernaturally gunning for you, Dami; it's normal to feel out of sorts."
Damian scoffed. "Nothing about this situation is normal."
He looked down at his food and sighed. "Yeah, that's for sure. I'm sorry, Damian. I wish this wasn't happening to you."
"And I wish the creature would just attack already," Damian griped. "It's the waiting that will kill me, not that fake."
Like someone had been listening, the sky opened up and it rained green throughout Gotham.
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flamingpudding · 7 months
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Fictober23 Prompt: 2 - "Don't worry, I got you."
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of death, implied mentions of panic attacks handling, Jason typical profanity
"Don't worry, I got you."
These were the first words Jason could finally hear after what felt like forever. His head was pounding and his vision was still tinted green but slowly he felt like he was gaining control over the rage that had taken over.
He couldn't remember what triggered it, nor what he had done when his vision turned green. All he remembers was that he had been out on Patrol before he heard a scream. But now he could feel two hands resting on his shoulder. A young voice resounded in his ears, telling him to breathe in deeply, hold it and then breathe out. He remembers this exercise, B had made sure they all knew this one, so that they could help anyone that was working themselves into a panic attack. But he wasn't suffering through one, was he?
Unconsciously his eyes closed, blocking his vision of the still tinted green world.
"That's it. Try to redirect that power, don't let the Mania take hold. Can you feel your core? Try listening for its humming."
What core? What do they mean? Yet despite not knowing what they were talking about Jason tried to follow the direction the voice gave him. He wasn't sure why he was even listening to them, but something in him made the vigilante want to trust them. Redirect the power, they had said. Maybe they meant the Pit Rage? But how? Feeling for his core? Did they mean his heart? Jason could do that, he focused on his heart beat, tried to sense how it beat rhythmically in his chest and heard the blood rushing in his veins. Now that he listened there was a humming next to his heartbeat. Was this what they meant? Probably.
"Great you found your core, focus on it. Store that power in there for now."
Nodding slightly Jason tried to do what they said. Whatever this core was, he imaged it like a box and then mentally stuffed all that Pit Rage into it. Every bit of rage and madness the Pit made him feel, everything. He pushed it all into the box he imagined as that core and once it was all in there he decided to go a step further. His eyebrows furrowed as he imagined closing the lit of the box and putting a big fat lock on it. Like the one B put on his weapon storage after he raided it 5 times in a row when he had run out of grenades to throw at drug dealers and other scum lurking in his territory.
"Hey! Hey! Don't overdo it! Your core is still tiny! To much power und you will be in big trouble if it bursts the next time!"
His eyes snapped open. The first thing he noticed was his version was no longer tinted green. The second thing he noticed was the kid floating with no legs before him. Lazarus Green eyes coupled with snow white hair stared concerned yet relieved back at him.
"What the fuck-"
"Great! You're back to your senses!" The kid cut him of grinning at him and Jason was just confused and also surprised at himself. He did not feel anymore rage or a need for violence but instead his mind for once felt calm and a whole lot Pit free. Though there was the confusion of WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT KID?
"I honestly didn't expect to find another Halfa when I was contacted by Pandora to look into something. But Clockwork did mention something before, that I should look out for his Granddaughters fan that lives in Gotham and wears a red helmet. Didn't think I would meet you this soon though or like that. I haven't even greeted Lady Gotham yet. I was just on my way to the center of her haunt when I got these real disturbing feelings and bam you appeared out of nowhere attacking and I was forced-"
He cut the kids rambling off by rudely shoving his hand over the kids mouth to make the boy stop talking. "Shut up for a second there kid and let me catch up. You just dumped a lot of info there."
The kid had the nerve to sheepishly rub the back of his neck as he floated backwards a little, away from his hand that was covering his mouth. "Sorry, I got excited there. I think this must have been how the fruitloop had felt at first before things went to shit, when he found out I was a Halfa too. It's just kind of exciting, you know? There aren't a lot of us."
"The fuck you mean Halfa?" He questioned and mentally thanked his self from a couple hours ago for choosing to go on patrol with his trusted helmet instead of listening to his brother to use just a mask because of the head. This way the kid was not able to see his facial expression escaping him with all the info bombs the kid kept dropping.
"Half death, half alive. Well more like Half Ghost, Half human but details." The kid shrugged and Jason really wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose right now through his helmet.
"Last I checked I appear to be pretty alive, kid." He would know if he weren't or at least he hoped he would know, somehow.
"Well duh. That's the half alive part. The half death part is your second form, have you not managed to transform yet? I mean your core is tiny but that shouldn't matter to much. You did die and then come back alive with the balance sort of regulated by a big amount of ectoplasm, right? Though I have to say that the ectoplasm in your system is very unusual. It's so different from what I feel from Dani, Dan or even the fruitloop. I probably should drag you to Frostbite as soon as possible but there are no portals here so I would have to drag you either to my home or Wisconsin first, or maybe find a natural portal but that's harder than just taking you to one of the permanent open ones. Speaking of Dani and Dan, they gotta be excited to hear that there is another Halfa in our age range that's not related via cloning or time shenanigans! That's gotta be so fun and we can show-"
"Kid, you're rambling again." Jason cut in suppressing a sigh. Cloning? Time shenanigans? What the fuck was he getting into by associating with this kid? "Did anyone ever tell you that you are bad at explaining?"
"My friends and older sister." The kid answered with no delay, like he had been asked that same question before. "Also I am 20."
Jason wished the kid could see how he arched an eyebrow under his helmet. He could have tricked him if he didn't look like a 14 years old. The kid appeared to sense it anyway as they huffed and pouted his way. "I swear I am! My Ghost form is just stuck at looking like the age I died at! I haven't figured out how to manipulate my ectoplasm to make my ghost self look older yet! I swear Dan has been holding this over me for years now!"
"Sure kid, let's just get back to that Halfa thing and what that means for me." Jason didn't know what exactly the kid was nor what the kid meant by Jason apparently being also an Halfa -was it?-, which meant the kid was one in the first place. "By the way, who are you?"
"Oh right! I am Danny Phantom! Nice to meet you Red Hood! And pleases stop calling me a kid! I swear I am not anymore!" Well that was at least a step forward. Now Jason just had to figure out how to get the information he really needed from the kid, Danny, without listening to excessive rambling as well as how to explain just all of this to Bruce and the rest of his siblings. He can already hear them freaking out about it.
No wait, he actually could hear them freak out right now. Oh shit! His coms were on, weren't they? Wait did Dickwing just say ETA 5? And B just said ETA 3! Shit, fuck, damit! His family were on the way and he was not sure if the Halfa Kid, or whatever, would run at the site of them. B would probably scare the shit out of the kid just to get answers.
Well at least, the good thing so far was that the Pit was quiet now and the kid could apparently help him control it and the Pit Rage better.
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jazzzzzzhands · 3 months
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~To be as an Ocean, as a River
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Changing, adding, losing and leaving marks in one's wake~
oooh ooh So i'm really very very normal about Deity Wally
He is sooo Gentle looking to me..
I just wanted to play with him..
He got a little Buoy as a tiny HAT!!
(I dont think he noticed)
Deity Wally @cloudysunflowr
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thesirenisles · 5 days
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Pluto’s Sirens 🦂
beauty, love astrology observations ✨
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scorpio sun, scorpio moon, scorpio mars, scorpio ascendant , Scorpio lilith, Black moon lilith
8th house placements including Lilith
Lilith aspects, Pluto Aspects, Venus Opposing Trine Conjunction Square Pluto, Ruled, Dominant
Pluto in the 1st house, Pluto in the 8th house
“She knew death quite well. She often drowned. But, never in fear. The storm waters of love, pain, and sorrow filled her lungs and from their depths, she rose metamorphosed — a captivating phoenix of the sea.”
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please do not steal any of my original work.
🦂Child of Pluto,
The stunning dark beauty that disappears intermittently, only to reemerge a brand new person.. having lived another full life to it’s completion.
You have walked the Valley of Death and your essence was fortified by means of eternal hellfire. There’s really no wonder why you’re so intimidatingly hot. 🔥
As a water sign, this is similar to the siren-like energy of Neptune. However, a Neptunian might unwittingly lure suitors to their death, but you, Plutonian Goddess are the siren who wants the kill.
🥀You are the siren they fear.
You are a mistress of the deep, a beacon of light through the annals of life’s taboo topics like sex, death, occultism, and mystery.
When considering Plutonian energy, I imagine the scorpion deep within a fierce ocean of emotions, burrowing deeper and deeper into the sand… searching and feeling…
Deep within these depths is where you thrive. The drowned woman… I say this because Scorpio is a fixed sign, meaning its energy can be stagnant.
So, it is literally fixed water or stuck water. Being stuck underwater can symbolically connote to drowning.
This is also where the big misunderstanding of Scorpio comes from because… a scorpion does not belong underwater?? Yup, you’re an anomaly.
But, hence this is literally why you cannot stay under water for too long. You’re meant to dive deep beneath the surface, transform yourself, others, and your surroundings BUT only for a little while.
If you try to resist and stay submerged, life literally pushes you to transform and resurface for fresh air. By the end of your journey, you come out reborn anew, carrying nothing but the wisdom you’ve gained.
At your core, you are here to transform yourself and others.
With this energy, you are always digging and craving depth wherever you go, whether you realize it or not just like the scorpion. This could be for emotions, the truth, or other extremes.
Your plutonic vibrations sometimes does this for you and easily charm souls into revealing their darkest and deepest desires to you.
Pluto has gifted you with a gaze that certainly helps to compel information, while also commanding authority and exuding power. (It’s giving Vampire Diariesss)
🥀A fierce siren, you wish to take hold of your romantic partners, friends, and families and lead them to the deepest depths of human existence.
But, this is only an attempt to free them from the confinement of the human ego and mundanity.
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🦂The Misunderstood
The Scorpio/ 8th house slander is endless. But, I feel it’s just misunderstood. I love Plutonian energy. I find it refreshing, possibly because I have Scorpio 11th house & Scorpio Mars lol.
But, I get them. My longest friendship is with a beautiful Scorpio Sun and I have never had to second guess her loyalty.
She has been through more than anyone would guess, but maintains a heart of pure gold. Her shell is hard to crack though.
This is because you guys have seen the other side of life… death. You are aware most people aren’t living their truths or even knowledgeable of the truths of this Earthly realm… and it infuriates you at times.
It’s not easy being the one who sees a liar in a fake smile or an enemy within a friend. You see people without their masks and you call them out when needed… including family.
This can ruffle many feathers, of course. We all know how truth tellers are deemed in society.
And to some, your intense need to dive deep can terrify them and trigger them because in some way they are not living their authentic truth.
But, it’s meant to!
Pluto in the 1st house natives know this reaction well, as they wear the hellfire mark wherever they go. This triggers those who are not comfortable with darkness or their own shadow self.
Significant Lilith placements can resonate with this energy. Your presence and rebel energy triggers those whose identity is based upon a facade.
A Plutonian is a friend with their shadow self. They have seen the likes of all darkness.
You are the wounded warrior with these placements, (and honestly deserve so much more and so many hugs for what you’ve survived🥹) But, you seldom allow anyone to see you sweat or any weakness.
This need to conceal weakness hides your incredibly, loving heart and loyal spirit.
You can come off a bit brash at times. (Think, Jade from Victorious… Marlo from The Wire.. Matthew McConaughey’s character in True Detective) But, Its hard to empathize with those who seem ungrateful for their less challenging life paths or who refuse to make simple life changes out of fear.
You are like a butterfly. You have lived several lives, experiencing completely new things at each stage of life, but ultimately improving yourself each time.
While painful at times, that’s your superpower. ✨
The ironic part is that people see you in your Butterfly phase, ornate wings and beautiful colors, and assume you have not had it hard.
Until you sting. 🦂🩸
Absolutely incredible and yet so misunderstood.
Believe me when I say, it is such a GIFT to be able to transform in a world where Saturn’s energy reigns supreme.
🥀A piece of advice I leave to you all is… while understanding death.. DON’T forget to LIVE. Take a page out of the book of your sister sign, Taurus or Planet Venus… pamper your soul. 💅🏾
You are allowed and capable of just as much happiness and soft living as any other soul. Do not be afraid to open up and love or allow yourself to be loved.
You ARE loved over here! ❤️🫶🏾
🦂La Petite Mort “Little Death”.
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To possess significant scorpio or 8th house placements is to live through many small deaths to be born anew.
Ironically, while Pluto rules sex, the French saying for an orgasm is Le Petite Mort … or “Little Death”.
Perfectly fitting.
With these placements, you can transform yourself and others through your sexual encounters.
🥀Your sex is transformative!
The sexual energy exudes from your pores, thanks to Papa Pluto and those around you can smell the fragrance.
When a suitor spots you, perched upon a rock amidst the chaos of the ocean… they can’t look away.
They don’t know what it is about you, but they are drawn… hooked and captivated by your watery siren gaze.
You call to them on the shore… and they approach only to be grasped and delivered to the bottom of the ocean for an unforgettable awakening.
This is why Scorpios/ Plutonians/ 8th housers rule the sack. There is less inhibition, less hesitation, and your goal is sink your prey… to the depths… and transform them. (This gives me chills to think about… very powerful stuff!)
Both men and women of Pluto have this quality. Even if they aren’t perfectly symmetrical or dreamy, you have to admit they are HOT AF & their raw sexual energy caught your eye and made you wonder if you even possess the endurance to swim in their waters…
Keep transforming the world Plutonians! We need you!
Thank you for reading! Wishing you blessings💋
Neptune Energy Observation is here. ♓️⬅️✨
MERCURY energy observation here. ♍️♊️
Other planets coming soon!
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Alton Mason (Scorpio Sun) and Kofi Siriboe (Scorpio Pluto, Moon, Jupiter STELLIUM 😮‍💨)
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she is so me
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inkskinned · 2 years
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i hate how commodity and capitalism has ruined so much storytelling . i hate how sequels and prequels and whatever else all ring like merch sales; i hate that i as an author have to include any social media following i have as a marketable trait; i hate that everything feels like a xerox of a copy of a dream of a memory.
i hate that my nostalgia has been turned into profit. i hate that companies fear consumer backlash so no real commentary may be made; i hate that companies care more about quantity over quality. i hate that so many artists and creators are being overworked to the point of complete collapse rather than being allowed to tell the story their way. i hate that every point of representation has to be fought for. i hate it i want us all to go back to living in a cave .
when you sit with friends over a bonfire and the night is getting long and people start telling this slow, almost hypnotic story - in this quiet voice, like they don't expect you to listen while they say the most fucked up shit you've ever heard - that is storytelling. who cares if the punchline is car hand hook door. storytelling has always been about community, about us all sitting in the dark, choosing to fill the silence while the last embers are dying. we forgot that storytelling is spellwork. hallucinating together, our breaths held, waiting for the ending we already knew was coming.
#this is specifically due to my rage and undying hatred of megacorporation#disney.#and specifically bc i think there COULD have been a really good series of new#dinosaur island t rex movies#if they had just fucking gone the distance#stopped with the fucking bad CGI#and made the whole thing about late-stage capitalism#do you wanna know what would ACTUALLY sell and work on the big screen more than a trex screaming in front of a volcano#(u absolute jerkweeds)?#so they've rebuilt the island and the park. but the narrative is 100%#that nobody wants to fucking work there and it feels AT BEST cult-like and insular. nobody is paid well for this#at EVERY possible place they are cutting corners. the dinosaurs might have higher walls#but the handlers are paid 5.34 an hour due to island laws. the corporation has RFID tags in their costumes which they are forced to wear#the employees are not allowed to drink water in 120 degree heat bc it would be upsetting to guests#u know real things i experienced working for disney#(but it was 8.90)#anyway it turns out the park CEO knew the risks and just didnt care bc bottom line BAYBEE.#it would be so much more sobering and fucking GOOD if it was like. scientists being like ''i am an environmental scientist''#''after the epa was slashed this is literally the only job i could find. i literally HAD to take it or i couldn't feed my family.''#''i hate what i do. i am disgusted by it. i literally CANNOT STOP because the company also charges us 400 dollars a week to live here''#the dinosaurs escape EARLY in my movie. like minute 45. and then... 1 week later#the park reopens.#half the staff are missing. they're just fucking gone. it doesn't matter tho the company tells everyone to work 2x as hard#that those people weren't loyal enough or they are tragic heroes bc they died doing what they love#and the movie isn't like ''wow dinosaurs scary!!!'' it's...#that in a global fucking pandemic disney kept sacrificing employees.#but it'll be disguised bc the pandemic will be dinosaurs.#this my beloved is what we call an ALLEGORY but unfortunately certain companies have never heard of them#allegories require critical thinking and that doesn't test well with audiences
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spectones · 6 months
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🥥🌊🌺🌴🌸🐬🌼🧜🏾‍♀️
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I love and miss this kind of summer
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myrkkymato · 2 months
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Let's go for a swim
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patnapatjindapat · 1 month
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rough week at the new school
F4 THAILAND (2021) || 23.5 DEGREES (2024)
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siren-444 · 5 months
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skxawngonearth · 19 days
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I literally can't anymore with some of you
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What in the actual FUCK is wrong with those people?
Sexualizing literal kids/teens to such extends is sick.
If you think that this kind of content is ok/you make such content, please stay as far away from me as possible/block me.
Skxawng out
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Ah yes, the boy who’s currently staying at the last known location of Arya and who’s entire personality shifted because of her kidnapping is was definitely never intended to have any further importance in her story. Brienne reminding the readers of his parentage was also just a funny tidbit that George added for shits and giggles. No importance, he just wanted to make fun of Brienne for still liking Renly is all…
Also find it fucking hilarious that people sight the show as giving Gendry “more importance than he was ever intended for” ,when Arya just hooks up with him and fucks off while he’s left with a title but literally nothing else of importance in the story. He might as well have kept rowing. (On top of the show cutting a lot of their important scenes)
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sylwanin-was-right · 1 year
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Im not sorry but people who keep treating Neytiri as "psycho" and "racist" and "evil" for how she treated Spider clearly do not understand how racism, trauma, nor colonialism works lmao
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fluloa · 1 year
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I MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE NEYTIRI SMUT??? idk what leads up to idea so imma just jump in.. so yk how neytiri is a badass but she also has a sweet, bashful side to her? i was thinking maybe the reader is more on the dominant side but that specific day, neytiri is like “nawl i wanna be the dominant one rn 🤨” and they kind of have a back and forth where they try to out-dom each other and flirty banter and shit (LMFAO IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN THAT PART) and the reader finally gives in bc they think her determination is hot but the whole time the reader is still praising her 🤭 she has so many layers to her, you could write all types of smut for her frfr.. i’m so in love with her send help 🙏
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be the jake to my neytiri? or the other way around i don’t care 😻
YOU HAVE BEEN UP MY FUCKING ASS FOR THIS SO BE GRATEFUL DINO ANON.
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You had just arrived back from hunting when finding Neytiri sat down peacefully on your shared rest place, unwinding her braids with fluent fingers. You let your bow slip from your arm and clatter to the ground, sighing in gentle exhaustion as you lean down and kiss your mate on the cheek. “So tired,” you mumble, collapsing beside her as you stretch out your limbs.
“Tired?” Neytiri asks, a soft pout of her lip that has your eyes fluttering open to look up at her. You let your gaze skim over her, black locks of curls out and layering at her shoulders, a beaded neck piece that just skims over her nipples.
“Maybe not that tired.” You murmur, rising up on your elbows, grabbing her lips in a swift kiss. You shift to push her down onto the ground, but she places a hand on your forearm.
“My love, I would like to be in charge,” she says, instead pushing you to the ground.
“Hm,” you tease, dragging a hand up her thigh from below and skimming past her loincloth to glide two fingers up her damp slit. “You sure?”
She responds by gripping at your right thigh, and moving it to sit against her hip. The movement pulls you closer to her, pressing your clothed cunt against her abdomen. You bite the inside of your cheek, skin growing warm.
"I’m very sure." Neytiri whispers, voice luxurious and smooth. She leans back down to you, catching your lips once again.
Her skilled tongue dances against yours, and her hands grab at your hips, pushing them back before pulling them right back onto her stomach. Your pussy pulses, and you blabber against her mouth as your hands find their way up into her wavy, smooth hair.
She moves your hips in an upwards circular emotion, and you let a groan slip, as the scratchy material of your loincloth rubs against your clit. It stung, but it stung so addictively good.
"Want you so bad, now..." you murmur, distorted by her tongue and lips moving swiftly against your own. Her lower body shifts, and tilts upwards, changing the contact from her stomach onto her pussy. Your fingers lock into her raven locks, twisting and tightening on the fluffy threads.
She grinds your clothed cunt against hers, her own breathy moan leaving her. You were practically dripping by now, and you feel a seep of your arousal slip past your bottoms and dribble down your thigh.
Neytiri pulls away to take a deep breath, lips messily wet and puffy. Long bangs of her black hair fall in front of her face, blue skin tinted a purply haze. She looks breath-taking. Your stomach swirls with hot anticipation.
Her eyes run to your thigh, and a shocked giggle becomes from her throat. "My love, you’re so wet."
“Mmph, I’d like to see your pussy then.” You lowly laugh, but it quickly morphs into a hazed gasp when she slides her two fingers upwards along the line of your wetness, gathering it on the pads of them. She pushes the fingers past your lips, a look of curiosity on her face.
You’re surprised by the sudden act of kink, but nonetheless suck on her warm delicate digits, your tongue swirling around them glutton-like. She gently grins, pushing them deeper into your mouth until they reach the back of your tongue.
You try not to automatically gag, eyes still remaining on hers. Then she takes them out, wiping the messy wet fingers on your thigh.
She moves herself downwards, and you gulp when her warm breath fans against your cunt. You lower your head weakly, watching as she sticks her tongue out and looks up to you, slowly flattening her tongue along your slit. Her thick length strokes up your sex, long and slow.
Your hands slap onto her shoulders, gritting your teeth as you squeak. "A-ah, Neytiri, baby.. you're teasing."
Her tongue presses against your pussy harder, then swirling around your clit threateningly. Her yellow eyes glare into yours.
"I know,” she blunts. She scoops her arms around your thighs swiftly, hands placing on the side of your stomach and thumbs bending into the skin just below your belly button.
Her tongue flicks against your padded cunt again, as her shoulders raise against your thighs, forcefully pushing them higher up. Your fingers dig into the gritty ground beneath you.
You mewl as she angles her tongue to glide amongst the inside of your folds, feathering at sensitive blotches of wet flesh, the tip teasing around your actual entrance. She then hooks her fingers around the underwear, and she pulls them down to your thighs, a slick of your fluid sticking to the material. Soft fingers rake up your slit, gathering wetness on her fingers again.
“Good girl,” you praise, pushing her head up gently into your pussy more. She likes that, because her tail flicks up. You end up pushing her again, but this time it’s to flip her onto her back. She doesn’t even realise what’s going on until you’re untying both your loincloths, kneeling in front of her as you prepare one of her legs to swing over your slim shoulder.
“Ma Y/N…” she begins, not able to hide the moan when you graze your wet pussy along her own.
“I’ll let you connect our tsaheylus, hm? That sound good?” you reason, starting to gently rock your hips. A swing of heat rushes through your stomach, immediate pleasure coming from the movement and you can’t help but sigh.
Neytiri whines, but she can’t get herself to move as you grind your pussy into hers, bumping her clit with smooth, sloppy motions. She starts bucking her hips up into you, earning a surprised gasp from your chest. Her fingers find your waist, and she finds a rough rhythm as her waist wiggles back and forth. Your mouth agapes, and Neytiri lets a grin stretch upon her plump lips.
She takes you aback when she suddenly swings herself over, causing you to tumble to the ground and now, she is on top, angling her hips to yours and—
“Ooh, shit,” you cry out, as Neytiri rocks her cunt along yours and moving her hips up and down throughout it. You feel so good, your clit catching onto hers and your wetness gooing together with hers.
“Mm…” Neytiri smiles, eyes fluttery as she watches your face contort in pleasure. “Feels so good.”
You’re the one that’s fumbling for your tsaheylu, grabbing hers from her back and connecting them in one flustered movement. Bursts of colorful emotion fills you both, the pleasure increased by a hundred and your head digs into the ground, back arching.
It only makes Neytiri strive harder, wrapping an arm around your thigh and now using it as a leverage to move your cunt faster against hers. “Shiiit— doing good. Mhm, doing so good. My beautiful girl,” you rush.
“Mhm,” Neytiri hums gratefully, leaning her face against your leg in the most adorable way as if she isn’t fucking your pussy ferociously right now. Your orgasm’s drawing near, and she knows, and you know hers is too.
“You gonna gush all over me? Please, baby.” You moan, swaying your hips up to meet her messy thrusts. “Need you to.”
“Yes, yes,” she whines. “Want you to come with me. You’re going to.” Her pace picks up a notch, pulling your body up and down forcefully. Goddamn, you would never get over her hidden strength.
The coil in your belly snaps, the wave of ecstasy crashing through your system and racking you completely until you’re left a shaking mess. She finishes right after, hitting you with another wave and you can feel tears begin to bubble up in your eyes, it’s that shockingly good. You chant her name between tiny gasps of air, fingers digging into her skin like if you let go, you’ll lose her.
Neytiri lazily slumps against you when the high’s faded out, circling a finger around your thigh with a loose smirk playing on her lips. “Look at our mess,” she comments, eyes set on the space where your bodies collide.
“Yeah,” you giggle softly. “Who’s gonna clean it up?”
She then presses a thumb at your clit, circling it gently as she watches you gasp in overstimulating horror, preparing you for what seems to be round two. “You are.”
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