#spider x navi male
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Courting Spider
Pairing: Spider x Na'vi Male OC
Masterlist AO3
Summary: It's time that someone takes care of Spider for once. Zhali is up for the task.
Warnings: aged up Spider/Sully kids, explicit, MDNI, male x male, size difference, Na'vi x human pairing, oral, insecurities, angst, trauma, injury, blood, perfectionism, Spider just needs to be loved, etc.
A/N: Wow, this took a while but it is finally here. Not too confident with some of the writing style for ths one but hopefully it still makes sense.
“What about the back panel?”
“Useless.” Zhali quickly interjects, weaving the soft fabric together with practiced precision. Lo’ak huffs slightly, titling his head as he watches the male work on the small piece of clothing.
“He’s not going to wear it with his ass out, brother.”
Zhali rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath. He will never understand the Sky Demon’s obsession with modesty. Clothing should allow one to move freely and if it shifts from one way to the other, so what? Who would truly notice, anyways?
Well, he supposes, were it Spider he himself would notice.
And suddenly all that Zhali can think about is getting a glimpse of the little Tawtute’s bum, just another peek at that beautifully soft and squishing form of his. As tempting as the idea is, however, it does have him editing his original claim. If he has interest in seeing that sculpted ass, surely other Na’vi or even Sky Demons could have the same intentions.
He decides to weave together a back panel after all. Besides, once the small Sky Demon has been courted and agrees to mate with him, it may be more rewarding to have that area of his mate revealed to his eyes only. That thought has the slightest curve of a smile lacing his lips.
Lo’ak, as always, is one to notice the shift in demeanor, but he pays the other male no mind. After all, there would have been no chance of executing this courting properly without Lo’ak’s insights. Zhali thanks the Great Mother that he has close enough ties with someone Spider considers his best friend. Otherwise, how else would he know how to make a loincloth for the boy in the first place? Or not to leave dead kills at the outpost’s front entrance as a courting gift?
Lo’ak’s information is irreplaceable. It’s hard enough to wrap his mind around the different customs and concerns of a small tawtute, let alone court one without any insight in the first place.
Although it may seem unconventional to some Na’vi, opinions that he has heard personally from some friends and family, Zhali knows that there is no one else for him besides Spider.
He can still recall the spark of interest that had been there during their adolescence, watching the small boy with golden hair saunter across the forest confidently. He had moved with a grace and agility that Zhali had never witnessed from a Tawtute. Back then, his small crush was poorly nourished as his parents tried their hardest to keep him from spending too much time around Sky Demons. Searching to become a warrior and clan member that would make his parents proud, Zhali had refrained from stepping out of bounds.
There were small moments he had caught with the so-called monkey boy, but it was always in the presence of others.
The night of Spider’s capture had been a core memory for Zhali. He recalls it as the night he truly began his path to adulthood. Regret and dread had laced his gut as he realized his own cowardice had broken any real chance at connecting with the other male. It shifted his perspective, pushing him forward until he had made himself a promise that night.
Never again would he let criticism and judgment keep him from following his heart’s desires.
It was only the direct command and even surveillance from the new Olo’eyktan that had kept him from storming Hell’s gate as a one man army.
Those years apart had been painful, but they had shaped him into the man he is today, the man he needed to become. There had been slight relief that came from hearing of Spider reuniting with the Sully family across the sea. However, he could never erase the sting of missed opportunity.
Following the footsteps of his father and other warriors, Zhali had channeled this pressing emotion into his training. The sun would barely be upon the horizon before Zhali began his daily grind. He had excelled in every aspect that a young warrior could, spending extra hours training alone with only the glowing light of eclipse for aiding sight. When he had pushed himself in every aspect of hunting, fighting, and gathering possible he had moved on to homemaking skills.
Now, sitting here with only a few months of weaving underneath his fingertips, he’s proud to find the garment an attractive item thus far. A surprising fact considering how his discipline and attention has slipped upon the Sully family’s return. Or rather, Spider’s return.
Seeing the small tawtute advance from behind the Sully family, hair somehow turned a lighter shade of gold and arm adorned with shelled jewelry, Zhali had felt like a child once more. The Great Mother had been kind to him, advancing his form into that of a true muscled warrior and adorning him with skills that were far beyond anything the could’ve dreamed about at fifteen, but none of that seemed to matter when faced with Spider once more. His stomach had tightened into a million different knots, tail swinging and ears flickering desperately as he took in the beautiful male before him.
Although taken aback and slightly nervous, something he would never admit, Zhali had expressed these emotions in the best way he knew how; hard work. The family had only been home for little more than a moon cycle but the male’s courting plans were already underway. His consultation with Lo’ak had informed him that the beautiful tawtute was in fact still unmated. He figured that the Metkayina Na’vi knew nothing of real value placed in their laps if they had somehow managed to miss courting such an exquisite creature.
Nevertheless, he is grateful for their insolence.
The yearnings of his heart have never ceased and Zhali would have his soul taken up to Eywa before he’d let this chance slip away again.
“You’re sure about this color?” He murmurs, concentrating on the intricate trim to lace the sides. Next to him Lo’ak lounges along the marui floor with one leg propped as he bites into the delicious fruit he missed oh so much. Golden eyes flicker over to the intricate pattern of green material, different shades popping out in precise patterns.
“Well he did complain about there not being enough green on Awalatuu.”
“I asked you what his favorite color was.” Zhali huffs out, finally letting the unfinished garment rest on his lap. Lo’ak hardly flinches under the glare he receives, simply shrugging his shoulders before continuing to eat.
“I know. Figure it must be green if he complained about its absence so much.”
It’s not fair to bite back at the hand that feeds him. Zhali knows this. He repeats it in his head over and over again. If there is one thing that he has learned about Spider it’s that no one treats the poor boy the way he deserves. Lo’ak and Kiri are the closest things that the small human has to friends, but even they have other parts of their lives that pull their attention away from him. There are always other obligations and personal problems that come first before Spider and to Zhali’s dismay, the boy accepts it.
Being left in the shadows is something that has become natural to Spider in his life. The Sully family takes him in, but never with the attitude of treating him like their very own. The scientists at the lab have watched over him since he was a child but not one of them was truly a parent. They too, have their own worries and concerns. Most are too focused on their own research and work to really prioritize raising a child.
That familiar lingering of guilt resurfaces when Zhali remembers that he too let Spider remain hostage with those Demons for months on end, not one rescue party sent after him.
It’s a fact that haunts him to this day, but he vows to leave all those mistakes behind. Spider will be safe and taken care of in his arms, by his side and treated with the love and respect that he deserves. For the first time in the boy’s life, he will know what it means to be someone’s first priority.
Spider can still feel Neteyam’s curious glances thrown his way as they walk silently back to the human outpost. With the small bundle of fine fabric carefully clasped in his hands, it feels like a small eternity before the human boy can comprehend the turn of events. Upon his return to the Omatikaya clan Spider had assumed that most outside of a few humans from the lab outpost would remember him, let alone receive a courting gift from one of the clan’s finest Na’vi males.
Is that what this is? A courting gift?
Although, Zhali had used all the proper words one would upon extending a courting gift and beaming at Spider’s acceptance, it’s still difficult to be one hundred percent certain that is what had occurred. The ogling he had done over the garment in front Zhali had been taken in with a smile bursting of pride that seared into Spider’s countenance. The blush that erupted over his tan skin wasn’t even comprehensible until the heat was enough to have him sweating underneath the glass of his mask.
Looking back, Spiders knows that his gratitude had been little more a stumbling of thank you’s and rambled thoughts that hardly finished into full sentences. It didn’t seem to matter, however, as Zhali had left the pair with a stride that made him look as if he was walking on clouds. Truthfully, Spider often makes that comparison when watching the male prance along the forest with ease. He wouldn’t necessarily call it ogling….just keen observations that he can’t help but make.
Neteyam had been almost entirely silent during the exchange and when Zhali had broken away, his only comment had been something about the smooth fabric being made of rare materials only present in the Hallelujah mountains. Spider had done nothing more than nod in response. Now, meeting up with Lo’ak once more, Neteyam jumps in to relay the scene to his younger brother. Lo’ak simply smirks and shoots Spider a wink.
It punches through his blood and once again Spider finds sweat gathering at the edges of his mask. He knows his friend better than he would like to at times, so he knows that looks like that always come with a reason from Lo’ak. He seems neither surprised nor reluctant to let that signature smirk show.
Perhaps it isn’t in his head after all.
A courting gift for him.
Made specifically for him.
It’s disheartening when Spider realizes that he never expected to receive one of these.
He makes an excuse about needing rest in order to get away from the Sully brothers as soon as possible. Once back inside the common area of the outpost, he flings the sweat mask off of his face and to the side carelessly.
“Spider.” Norm sighs from his work station. No words are needed to show that he does not approve of the boy’s disregard of the equipment.
“Busy.” Spider rushes out before practically sprinting to his room. That is if it can be called a room. It’s a corner of the outpost that Spider had managed to claim for himself with old drapes hung up messily for privacy and a hammock strung up that he had made himself. His greatest and most rare possession however was a floor length mirror. Spider had gone through Hell and back in order to get it here. And by Hell, he meant literal Hell’s Gate where the RDA had left their fancy gear behind the first time.
He rushes to throw the bag of fruit to the side and shuffles himself over onto the bed. The soft cloth is unfolded as if he is about to handle the rarest of Pandora’s diamonds and to Spider it might as well be. Perhaps even more valuable considering the rarity.
The fabric slipped along his fingers like the sway of a rushing river, a smooth effortless motion. His own grimy hands caked with dirt and a hint of blood from rough housing with Neteyam look horrifying next to the carefully crafted garment. In fact, it’s enough to have Spider setting the piece to the side and rushing to the bathroom so he can wash his hands. It would be a shame to ruin the loincloth so quickly simply because of his bad hygiene.
Stomping past Norm and the other lounging scientists he tries to ignore him.
“Kid, what have I told you about leaving your mask on the ground?” Norm huffs but Spider is already closing the door to the cramped bathroom.
He may have been a teenager when he was captured by the RDA but now has come into full adulthood. Something Norm seems to have a hard time understanding. Spider doesn’t care how much water he hogs in order to get every speck of dirt and grime from his hands. He only leaves the cramped bathroom when his skin is scrubbed raw and red.
Leaning back against the woven hammock he allows himself the proper time to just admire the details of his new gift. It’s a beautiful emerald green with precise stitching that works to outline patterns of leaves and greenery. Under the harsh light of the outpost bulbs, the boy admires the way the thread glimmers with the shift of light. He thanks Eywa that it has a back panel. It may be something he is used to seeing with Na’vi but Spider can not imagine having his own ass hanging out of his loincloth, especially without a tail for it to wrap around.
Once he finally wrangles up the courage to try on the loincloth he is amazed to see how perfectly it fits. The fabric is like silk against his rough skin. Or at least what he remembers silk to feel like from that one time another scientist let him touch her silk pillowcase. The band is woven of various colored threads and twine that come together to create criss cross patterns. His fingers brush them softly in a silent reverence.
Spider looks at the mirror and allows himself to drink in the sight. Most days, the boy uses the mirror to simply swat at his dreadlock hair or repaint the blue stripes on his skin, but never can he remember a time that he uses it to admire himself. To look at his appearance head on and feel something more than indifference or longing to be a version of himself that is blue and a few feet taller.
Being a human is something that Spider has learned to make peace with, but that doesn’t mean he particularly likes the look of himself. The blue stripes help slightly to cover the extra squish of his body that is normally nonexistent across Na’vi stomachs. With the beautiful garment now fitted perfectly to his hips, Spider notices for the first time how good a color besides blue looks on him.
The heap of leather that is his usual loincloth seems like nothing more than a discarded washcloth now. Jake had been the one to show him how to weather the material and fashion it into clothing but from there the job had been his own to update the garment in stride with his growth spurts.
The loincloth is so clean and pristine in comparison to the rest of Spider’s appearance that for a moment he considers putting it away for safekeeping. What would happen if he tore a hole in it or got dirt rubbed into the careful stitching? It’s too beautiful to take the risk.
However, when his fingers start to undo the carefully tied knots at the sides, he catches another glance of himself in the mirror and he hesitates. It looks so much better than before. He looks so much better than before. Maybe it has nothing to do with the loincloth’s quality at all. Perhaps it’s the careful thought and effort put into such an extraordinary gift. A thought for him. Just him and only him.
One simple reminder that someone thinks he is worthy of nice things.
Spider allows himself the privilege of wearing this reminder throughout the day.
Zhali does not have many opportunities to spend time with Spider, especially without the company of others. Most nights he only gets to share a few sentence exchanges with the boy before either him or Spider is pulled away by their responsibilities or nagging friends. It doesn’t kill his spirits, however, not when he notices how beautiful the tawtute looks wearing his courting gift. Pride swells to the size of a balloon in his chest upon seeing how perfect the fit is. This feeling only inflates to new bounds when he sees Spider wear the garment every day without fail.
Having been entrusted with leading one of the hunting parties on a daily basis, Zhali finds himself daydreaming about the male between patrols and petting down the direhorse. The other Na’vi in the crew do not fail to notice his shift in demeanor. Although some of them spread rumors that it has to do with Zhali’s unbridled affection for a certain golden haired tawtute, no one goes out of their way too complain. Controversial or not, Zhali is more forgiving of their mistakes when he is in high spirits. It matters not that it comes from a small Sky Demon.
Lo’ak continues to assist Zhali in preparing another gift for Spider. This time they settle on weaving together a simple but stunning armband. Surprisingly this requires more experience and skill than the loincloth but he has never been one to back away from the struggle that comes from picking up a new trade. Zhali’s fingers work tirelessly as Lo’ak chatters on about the Metkayina clan and what adventures he missed.
Later that night Zhali listens to the encroaching thunder that rumbles in the distance. Even his direhorse hesitates in his stride but he urges him forward. There is less than an hour left of his patrol and then he will return to his carefully crafted hut to get some much needed rest. However, now the sound of thunder and lightning is becoming more pressing and the male becomes less and less sure of how soon that sleep will come.
It comes as no surprise when the first drops of rain quickly picks up into a full downpour. Lo’ak grumbles next to him, but Zhali ignores the other male’s mumbled curses and directs them to split up so more ground can be covered. They might as well check up on the family huts and make sure everyone has the sufficient coverings and supplies needed for the storm.
It’s when he’s wading through the heavy greenery and wiping water from his eyes that Zhali catches sight of something peculiar. He follows the movement of bushes slowly, urging the direhorse to tread carefully. With the blanket of falling rain it’s difficult to identify the small creature wading through the greenery. Judging by the amount of rustle it creates, Zhali concludes that the creature must be either injured or panicking in the storm. He urges the horse to prowl closer as the rain pelts against his back mercilessly.
It becomes near impossible to see anything in the thick greenery but there is a series of snapping branches and he watches as the beast comes tumbling down the hill. It rolls and crashes along the greenery before finally hitting the bottom of a tree trunk with a grunt. Through the thick sheet of rain, Zhali finally catches a glimpse of golden hair flying in the wind.
Spider!
He’s off the direhorse within a heartbeat and racking through the thick leaves moments later. Spider is sprawled out on the muddy ground, limbs stretched in every direction. The boy blinks, seemingly trying to comprehend the turn of events.
“Spider.” Unintentionally Zhali words come out as a hiss. The Na’vi searches over the boy’s body frantically to see if there are any fatal wounds. With limited light it’s difficult to fully see where the sources of blood are so he shifts to use his fingertips to feel for wounds. Spider simply groans and stares up at him through slitted eyes as Zhali weaves through his hair in search of a head injury. He prays to the Great Mother that he won’t find one.
The Sky Demon’s small body is covered in mud and littered with a plethora of bruises and bleeding scrapes. Luckily, none of these injuries appear to be more serious than the deeper cut over his shoulder. It will require bandaging and a series of healing ointments to prevent infection. Zhali is already running through the list of healing procedures he plans to execute on the boy when Spider’s voice finally breaks him out of the trance.
“Hey.” Spider speaks in a gravelly hushed tone. “I-I’m ok.” He goes to sit up but a large blue hand covering half of his chest, gently pushes him back down. “Sorry I just lost my grip….got a little disoriented but…yeah sorry.”
“You’re bleeding.” Zhali says bluntly.
Spider looks down to see a smear of red painting his shoulder. Zhali watches his reaction with perked ears and pointed tail on alert but Spider simply knits his brows together and shrugs. However, the small being is unable to hide the grimace that flashes across his features. It has become a real effort on Zhali’s part to learn the ways of reading human expression, especially ones covered by those ridiculous masks. It can be incredibly frustrating trying to read one’s reaction without a flickering tail or ears to give away the boy’s state.
“Oh shit, yeah, I guess I am. It’s ok…the outpost has a first aid kit so…”
It’s then Zhali’s turn to scrunch his features in confusion.
A first aid kit? Is that another one of those Sky Demon inventions those scientists are so fond of? Once Zhali had snuck down with Lo’ak and Neteyam when they were teens to the outpost and he had caught sight of things beyond his wildest imagination…or rather wildest horrors. He had watched as giant trunk shaped contraption fold around a human before sucking him into the wall. Lo’ak and Neteyam had later explained that these were the devices used by the Avatars to dream walk. Zhali could never erase how similar it had looked to the coffins that Jake had once described, the constricting box made to bury dead bodies.
Would they put Spider in there too? Or something else? Perhaps this first aid kit would be even worse.
No. He would not be returning to the outpost for those horrors. Zhali is more than capable of patching up the injuries and giving Spider the care he truly deserves.
“No need, come. I will take you home.” Zhali says while carefully helping the boy to finally sit up. Spider’s lips purse for a moment as if he is about to say something but he must have read that wrong because it disappears just as quickly as it came and the small tawtute remains silent.
It is, however, when Zhali easily lifts the male into his arms that Spider strings together a nervous onslaught of objections.
“Oh woah, hey it’s ok. I can walk. I-I’m not really that hurt-”
Lightning strikes across the night sky. Thunder is quick to follow and by the sounds of deep rumbling, Zhali is confident that the storm is only about to get worse. Spider squeaks when he is easily lifted onto the direhorse without response. The other male makes quick work of sliding in behind him and reconnecting tsaheylu before the direhorse becomes too freaked out by the tawtute’s presence. It’s almost second nature to slip his forearms securely around Spider’s waist, keeping him safely atop the creature.
He can feel the boy shiver in his embrace, but it’s difficult to tell whether it is from his touch or the relentless onslaught of rain.
“Thanks.” Spider’s mumble barely rings audible over the storm’s fury. The small sound still manages to bring a smile to Zhali’s face as he nods back in recognition and they begin their journey back towards the village.
Despite the fact that Spider is conscious and not nearly as injured as he could’ve been, he is anxious to get the human to the healer’s tent as soon as possible. This urgency only increases when he can physically feel the boy’s body shaking like a leaf in the wind. His arm tightens around the small male, hoping to let some of his own natural body heat transfer over to him. It’s disconcerting to see how easily a little tawtute can be affected by the elements. It serves as another reminder of how fragile the pretty boy truly is. It’s easy to forget at times when Spider is swinging from branches like a monkey, but now all he can see in his mind’s eyes is the replay of his small body tumbling down the steep decline helplessly.
It’s then that Zhalie remembers the cloak he has packed away by the saddle. He manages to wrap the thick fabric around both of them. It covers Spider completely and to the male’s delight he finds that the human curls up against his warm chest. He’s satisfied to find that this solution keeps the pelting rain from attacking Spider any further.
Zhali is made for these types of elements but he can only imagine how Spider’s small fragile body could be reacting to such harsh conditions. He makes a mental note to learn more about human anatomy in the coming days. Perhaps Lo’ak could arrange some sort of meeting with one of the remaining medical Sky Demons at the outpost. He hates the smell of chemicals and sterilized metal there but it would be preferable to the real feeling of inadequacy he has now.
To his horror Zhali finds that the pathway to Tshaik’s tents has already eroded into a rushing stream and the tent itself is completely abandoned. He checks in with the Olo’eyktan over the throat comm and comes to find that Mo’at has fled to higher ground with the injured and sick to wait out the storm. With Spider barely conscious in his curled up position against him, Zhali decides that the only logical course of action is to bring the boy back to his kelku for the night.
No matter, there are sure to be enough supplies at his home to patch Spider up and take care of him before the condition gets worse.
Or at least, that is what he mentally assures himself over and over again until they reach the trunk of his kelku.
Zhali is forced to let Spider crawl up the trunk himself as the tawtute is less than willing to let himself be carried again. He considers overriding this decision but he figures it’s already lucky enough that the blonde hasn’t insisted on being dropped off at the outpost instead. He takes the tender mercy in stride and makes sure to be below the boy in case he manage to slip, constantly ready to catch him if needs be.
Zhali is in full action mode as he goes about efficiently securing the waterproof drapes. Spider hangs back, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Once the task is finished he turns around to find the boy’s arms wrapped around himself, seemingly curling up in on himself as trembles still wrack his body. It is such stark contrast to the usual confident and sassy demeanor that Spider upholds. Whether it is from the cold or the slightly traumatic situation, Zhali vows to coax the boy into being at ease as soon as possible.
“I-it’s nice.” Spider manages to mumble out before audibly clearing his throat. Those hazel eyes roam over the darkened room as Zhali makes quick work of building a small fire and setting a pot of water over to warm. His own eyes stray from the fire to recall what state his kelku has been left in. Luckily, he has always had a knack for organization and creating a cozy environment in his home. Still, there is no saying what a Sky Person considers to be cozy when it comes to decor. He prays to Eywa that Spider’s preferences are not aligned with that of the suffocating and hard steel in the human outpost.
“Thank you.”
Spider tries to hide the wince that graces his features when he rolls his shoulder, but even in the dim glow of a fire, Zhali can clearly see the distress.
“Come. You are bleeding.” He motions Spider forward and luckily the boy does not protest.
Spider does, however, hesitate as those hazel eyes scan over the empty span thoughtfully. Zhali starts to think something is wrong but then it dawns on him. The boy’s body is speckled with mud and blood. Spider seems all too aware of this as he carefully squats over the clean woven floor.
Of course this must be just Spider’s way of trying to be a polite guest while in his home, but it frustrates Zhali more than he expects. The beautiful human squats over the woven material as if he is unworthy to touch it. This behavior extends to all aspects of their encounter in the space as Spider is more than cautious to let himself enjoy any of the comforting ambience that Zhali has created in the space. He creeps into the area like an intruder, waiting to be shooed away.
And it breaks Zhali’s heart. It shatters him to pieces to think that Spider would ever act in such a way when his presence alone is something to be celebrated. It’s borderline disappointing to think that Zhali has spent all this time over the past few weeks slowly preparing his kelku to become a welcoming place that Spider would be enticed to call his own someday, just for the boy to shy away from associating with it.
“Sit.” Zhali puts a little more intensity behind the words than intended. He mentally curses at himself when Spider flinches in response but the human is already setting himself down gently.
“The bleeding isn’t that bad.” Spider claims, but how would he know when the injury stretches across his right shoulder blade?
Zhali goes to see for himself, reaching his enormously large hands towards the small creature, but then he pauses.
“May I check?”
He idly notices that Spider’s breathing is no longer fogging up the glass of his mask? Has he stopped breathing? Was there something wrong with it? Oh Eywa, how does one fix that little thing if there is?
“Yeah.”
The response is more of a puff of air than real words. Zhali allows himself to breathe now.
Settling behind Spider feels natural and oddly comforting. He enjoys the way his body is haunched over the small blonde, as if he could create a Na’vi shield over the boy if any danger were to arise. The idea strokes his male pride for a moment until he remembers that he failed to shield Spider earlier. When…when he…
“How did this happen?”
“Well it was….you see….” Spider struggles before finally sagging with a sigh. “I fell.” Defeat is apparent in his tone.
Zhali can not decide if he finds this explanation better or worse than the images he had conjured up. The thought of thanator claws scraping at the small being was terrifying, but then again, is it not more concerning to see that a simple fall is all it takes to injure him? This beautiful tawtute truly is so fragile. A simple misstep is all it would take to put him in danger.
Spider appears to be thinking the same thing, but if the red cheeks and deep frown are anything to go by, it’s embarrassment rather than fear that rises to the surface.
“Tawtute, this cut is deep. From how high did you tumble?” He tries his best to clean the cut with the rag as gently as possible, monitoring every flinch and shudder that ripples through Spider.
“My bow got stuck up in the canopy. Thought I could get it down.”
“It is still there?”
Spider nods.
“We will get it in the morning.” Zhali concludes smoothly as he dips the soft cloth back into the now warmed water. He checks it against his own skin first. The male may not know much about human anatomy but it’s clear that their response to the elements is more dramatic than his own. He would hate to accidentally expose the boy to any more harsh temperatures for the night. Once it is sufficiently clear that the rag is at a soothingly warm degree, he begins to glide it over Spider’s back.
“Thanks I uh…I was kind of clumsy I guess. You don’t have to come with me in the morning though, I’m sure I can manage a bit better this time.” Spider rambles.
“I will not if you wish not for my company.”
“No no, it’s not that.” Zhali peeks around the boy’s shoulder easily, braids swinging down as he openly observes the male’s expression. Spider’s turn a brighter shade of pink. Zhali finds he quite likes that shade. “Of course I would love for you to come. I just uh don’t want to make you go out of your way for me.”
“You are never out of the way, Spider.” He sighs, tail curling in irritation. He shouldn’t need to make that clear, especially after efforts he has started towards his courtship. “You are the way.”
He surveys the boy’s expression, but without twitching ears and a moving tail to give him away, it feels impossible to sense the shift in emotion there. He slowly retreats, not wanting to scare him off any more with the staring, but he lingers just long enough to see Spider catch his bottom lip between those blunt teeth. It’s a cute habit that Zhali has noticed from him, but one that he is still trying to understand fully.
It’s obvious what his own response to the action is as his tewng grows uncomfortable, but that does little to help him decode Spider. Not to mention it makes him feel like an untrained teenager all over again, drooling at just about anything.
“Spider.”
He feels the boy straighten underneath his hands.
“Yeah?”
“What is your favorite color?”
“What?”
Zhali is pleased to find that the area around the wound is finally clean and ready for bandaging.
“Color. What is your favorite color?” He repeats. Spider only flinches slightly as he begins to lay the leaves covered in ointment over the small wound. He has to rip them into small pieces a few times so they don’t cover the whole expanse of Spider’s back. Doing so, however, draws his attention to the rest of the boy’s muddied and artificially stripped skin. Long fingers itch to reach for the warm rag again.
“I um…I don’t know. Never really thought about it before.”
Zhali’s eyebrows knit together. He is soon regretting his decision to sit behind the tawtute where he can’t even depend on the minor fluctuations of his small facial expressions for context. His tail thumps against the woven floor incidentally, but at least Spider can’t see that. When the urge becomes too strong, Zhali hesitantly starts running the warm cloth over the rest of Spider’s back.
“What do you say when people ask?” He takes Spider’s lack of flinching as a token of permission, scrubbing the dirt away from his tan skin with the gentlest touch he can muster. It’s interesting to see the way his skin turns a light pink after only a few strokes of the warm rag. It appears that Sky People’s skin is extremely sensitive and expressive to every substance it comes in contact with. He is pleased however to see that Spider’s muscles have begun to relax underneath each stroke and the shaking of his body has puttered out to a small vibration.
“Well I don’t think anyone has ever asked me before to be honest.” Spider tries to slip in a small laugh but it’s strained. Those tiny four fingered hands come to gather his dreads and push them to the side before fondling them absently.
Of course he knows that Lo’ak didn’t know the boy’s favorite color but for no one to ask? Never? By Eywa, what do the strange scientists at the lab that supposedly raised this male talk to him about? The negligence is infuriating and yet Zhali knows he shouldn’t be surprised. From the interactions he has seen between them, Norm acts more like a close friend than anything resembling a parental figure.
Spider pauses, head tilted as he ponders the question.
“I suppose red is not a bad one. Like the red from sunsets.”
Zhali’s lips turn down.
“Not green.” Disappointment lays heavy in his stomach, He should’ve known better than to trust Lo’ak as his source of information.
“Green? Oh you mean cause of the loincloth. It doesn’t really-” Spider cuts himself off, turning silent as he looks down.
Zhali’s ear perk forehead, wondering if he has somehow missed the end of that sentence.
“Shit.” Spider whispers to himself.
Peering over the boy’s golden dreads, Zhali finally finds the source of Spider’s silence. A jagged rip through the side of the loincloth.
“Fuck I- Damnit, I didn’t realize and now….” Spider hunches forward inspecting it frantically. “I’ve ruined it. All for my stupid fucking bow.” He grits out. “You worked so hard on it and I-”Spider gulps, voice heavy with emotion.
“I will make another one.”
“No no, you shouldn’t have to…..I-I’m sorry.”
Zhali catches sight of glimmering tears welding over the boy’s eyes, ones that he refuses to shed. His heartbeat picks up more erratically when Spider allows his dreads to form a curtain over his face.
“Spider, it is fine. I will make a new one. This time red.” As it should have been from the beginning. This would be his chance to redeem himself and give Spider the courting gift he truly deserved. Hesitantly he reaches out to sweep that golden hair away but Spider reels back.
“Another one? N-no I cant ask that. It’s my fault I ruined it…it was…”
“The wrong color. I understand, tawtute.”
“No no no it….it was fucking perfect.” Spider sniffles and more than anything Zhali wishes he could see the boy properly, get that damn mask out of the way so he could wipe away the tears. “The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” It’s whispered so soft and reverant that the Na’vi almost questions whether or not he heard it properly.
It would be easier not to believe it.
Easier to believe that there were greater gestures the boy has received over the years than some simple pieces of clothing.
Zhali shifts forward, boldly sweeping the hair away so he can clearly see Spider’s sparkling eyes.
“You deserve so much more than this.” He can see the boy’s lungs still with air. “So much more than a courting gift in the wrong color. More than a simple garment that pales in comparison to your beauty.” Spider’s blunt teeth naw at those soft pink lips. “More than jewels and bracelets. More than all the beauties of Pandora combined.”
It’s as if the boy is frozen in time, air no longer passing through those lips. It’s borderline impossible to understand if this is a good or bad sign, but the truth is bursting from the seams, no longer willing to be kept prisoner.
“You deserve a mate that will care for you. One that truly sees you.” Zhali catches a golden strand, tucking it behind Spider’s ear. Oh how he wishes to bury his face in that hair, to fully let the beautiful tawtute’s scent to sink in.
His stomach twists into a bundle of knots but the words come regardless.
“I see you, Spider.”
Silence stretches between them but Spider’s eyes remain trained on him, pupils blown wide and breath stilled. A new form of anxiety settles itself as the seconds pass without a clear breath coming from him.
“You do not have to say anything. I have only begun courting you after all. I simply thought you should kno-”
Spiders cuts him off with a shake of his head, breath finally exhaled. Nothing, however, matches the horror Zhali feels as the boy reaches to lift his mask.
“No Spider-” He catches his wrist.
“It’s ok.” Spider gently pries the hand from his wrist before taking a deep breath in.
The mask is carefully slipped from his face but Spider gives him a reassuring smile when he spots the concern written over Zhali’s face. And then, the space between them decreases slowly, the boy’s face inching closer to his own until their noses brush. Those big doe eyes flicker between his own heated gaze and lips.
The first point of contact is hesitant and slow, but there is a certain tenderness to that gentle swipe of lips. Spider’s lips are so much smaller than his own, but ever so soft. So many moments have led to this one but his heart continues to race, ever so worried about hurting the small tawtute.
It is Spider, however, that pushes it forward, small tongue swiping at his bottom lip. Zhali allows him. He gives the boy of his dreams access, gives him the world because there is nothing else he can manage to do, not when his wildest fantasies are coming true. Leisurely they each explore one another and melt into the kiss.
He cups Spider face tenderly, hands easily covering each side of his head. He even allows his fingers to softly explore through the sunshine mane. Spider’s hands are more cautious, but every area they trace over has Zhali’s tail swinging back and forth exuberantly.
In some ways this kiss is nothing in comparison to the other sexual rendezvous Zhali has experienced and yet it feels more intimate. Like finally having access to a beautiful masterpiece kept behind glass for so long. Finally getting to cherish Spider’s beautiful face instead of observing from a distance.
At the first jerk of Spider’s chest, Zhali sternly repositions the mask over his face. His emotions swirl from pure elation to trepidation as he waits to hear that first breath.
Spider lets out a small gasp for air, cheeks tinting as his chest expands and caves rapidly. Hands on the boy’s thighs, Zhali leans forward, eyes darting across the mysterious mask to make sure it is working properly.
“Can you breathe?” He reaches forward to mess with the contraption, not that he has any idea how but he can’t help himself.
“Yeah yeah…I can.” Spider lets out an airy laugh. “Well, mostly.”
Zhali’s frown deepens urgency increasing but then he notices that dazed smile over the boy’s face. The giddy look in his eyes as that beautiful blush paints his cheeks once more.
“It’s ok It’s ok.” Spider laughs, small hands prying Zhalil’s own off the mask. “I’m alright. Just a little overwhelmed.”
“You promise, sevin?” Zhali sweetly pushes a few dreads away from Spider’s face, eyes studying him intently.
Once again Zhali watches in awe as that tan skin quickly shifts to a darker shade of red, even traveling over Spider’s collarbones and chest. He follows that blossom of color downwards, eyes caught on the boy’s small nipples now perked in the cool air. He doesn’t try to hide the ogling, not now that the truth is out.
“Y-yes.” Spider stutters.
“Good.” He breathes out, but his hands are already gliding over the soft skin of Spider’s sides. He takes in every reaction like a gift. The way the tawtute shivers when his ribcage is brushed, the way that blush only intensifies with Zhali’s darkening gaze, the way his nipples pebble under his long fingers as if they are aching to be touched.
For so long Spider has been forbidden fruit. For even longer Zhali has dreamed of how this beautiful creature would feel in his hands, the sounds he could draw from him. Sitting here feels like a dream, one beyond his wildest imagination when a small groan escapes Spider.
One hand dares to grip the boy’s left hip while the other swirls over one hardening nipple. Without a tail or ears it can be hard to read Spider but even Zhali can recognize the restraint his beautiful tawtute exhibits as his hips twitch and chest heaves.
Spider’s eyes stray away from the intimate points of contact when Zhali leans forward to rest his temple against his. Breath fogs up the glass.
“Spider”
“Yes?” He whispers.
“Let me take care of you.”
Spider’s thick lashes flutter rapidly as he visibly gulps.
“But I….w-why?” He stutters, as if unable to process the concept.
“Because you deserve it, sevin.” He squeezes his hip gently as Spider stares at him with big hazel eyes. A color that he could easily get lost in. Ones that goes greatly with Spider’s now swollen pink lips.
He has never been so desperate to please such a beautiful being.
“Let me make you feel good, yawne.” Spider’s eyes flutter closed when the Na’vi rakes his longer fingers through his hair. “Please, yawntutsyip.”
Spider melts in the touch, letting the Na’vi cradle the back of his head.
“Let me show you how I’d take care of you if you’d be mine.” His softly scratches along his scalp, delighting in the way Spider’s small form goes slack.
A new spice intertwines with Spider’s scent, filling Zhali’s lungs until it has become his own personal drug.
“Sevin?”
“Y-yes yes, ok yeah I-I…yes.” Spider exhales, words tumbling together.
Zhali grins.
Spider is sure he’s hallucinating. So sure that somewhere in that fall he hit his head a little too hard and now suffers from delusions. It’s the only explanation he has to explain how this god of a Na’vi has decided to please him. The only way he can comprehend not only being allowed in his kelku but furthermore have those sharp teeth tracing over his abs.
Looking down at the male who kisses and nips at his body like it’s art made just for him, Spider is content to let this hallucination continue. He will spend the rest of his life in this dream if it means staying cradled in his arms, if it means feeling that hot tongue explore his body intimately.
True intimacy can be hard to come by for Spider.
Kiri tries and Jake will occasionally ruffle his hair but it does little to satiate what he really needs. Now, however, seems to be the worst time to realize how touch starved he is. It’s embarrassing how difficult it is to keep himself from squirming or God forbid even bucking up into every touch and kiss.
It’s worse than being a teenager in his hammock trying to get himself off. At least then he was in the privacy of his own company but Zhali’s touch is like lightning in comparison to his own. His hands are so much larger that when the Na’vi goes to cup his head or slink down his chest, it covers the expanse easily.
It’s when Zhali pushes him down with a hand to his chest that Spider realizes he might be into their size difference more than he anticipated.
Neck craning to watch Zhali litter kisses along his lower abdomen, he burns in mortification when he spots his own boner through the green loincloth. He wants to believe that Zhali has not noticed this before but even he knows that Na’vi have greatly enhanced senses.
Fuck, he most likely already can smell his arousal, let alone see it.
His blunt teeth sink into his bottom lip harder as he holds back the jumble of moans that threaten to break loose.
It’s pathetic.
Already in adulthood and yet all it takes for him to rut like a hormonal teenager are a few well placed kisses and bites.
Open mouthed kisses are meticulously placed along his v line until he has reached his right hip. Something sharp draws along his skin and Spider sees the Na’vi’s teeth bared. Their eyes connect for a moment and it appears to be all the confirmation that Zhali requires before he takes the plush flesh into his mouth and sucks hard.
A shocked cry falls from Spider’s lips as his back arches.
Pain and pleasure dance together in symphony when those impressive teeth come into play. What has his legs shaking, however, is the knowledge that it will leave a mark. Even humans know what such a display means.
A marking to show he is being courted.
A marking to show that he is wanted and desired by a male prospect.
“Am I hurting you, sevin?”
It takes a moment for the words to register.
“Wh- oh no no. You’re not.”
“Hm, good.” Looking up through his lashes Zhali keeps their gazes pinned as he lays a tender kiss over the new mark. Those lips skate over his skin until reaching the intricate ties of his loincloth.
Hands holding the male’s thighs apart, Zhali carefully secures a tie between his teeth and begins to pull. Watching that knot unravel feels like the longest seconds of Spider’s life. He isn’t sure if he needs it to speed up or slow down because his brain can hardly process what is to come.
It isn’t his first time being bare before a Na’vi. Admittedly, other Na’vi, even among the Metkayina have had their curiosity sparked by Spider. Some shuffled him away with a rushed exploration and desperate touching that became all the sex life Spider had ever known. However, those had only left him unsatisfied and lonely again at the end of the night.
This is different, however.
Zhali, although curious, doesn’t explore him for his own pleasure but rather Spider’s.
He takes in every new discovery and change like a masterpiece meant to be worshiped. He watches for the slightest flinch to signal a change and the smallest twitches of pleasure to indicate what spikes the boy’s pleasure.
And when the silky loincloth falls away, the same one that Zhali had spent weeks carefully crafting especially for him, he doesn’t rush to grip or stroke. His heated gaze is the first thing to caress him, and then his voice.
“So magnificent, my tawtute.”
Spider can already feel himself trembling. This new emotion bubbling forward does not make it easier to gather restraint, to stop himself from appearing like a desperate lonely fool in front of this gorgeous man.
Zhali kisses right next to the base and Spider forces himself to look away.
This gentle worship does things to him that he could never have imagined and therefore could never have prepared for. He can’t watch this any longer without losing the reins.
He can feel himself twitch as soft kisses are placed one by one around the base until every inch has been covered. Toes curling, Spider attempts to slow down his heartbeat.
“Spider”
“Huh?”
He peaks to find Zhali looking up at him, large golden orbs taking in every flinch in his expression.
“I am not hurting you?” He checks again.
“No no, of course not.” Spider chokes out, ears growing hot at the tremor in his voice.
“Hm, I see.” He hums before his fingertips start drawing soft patterns over his hips. “You are tense, sevin.”
His stomach flips.
“Fuck, yeah I know, I-I’m sorry. I understand if-”
Zhali hushes him sweetly, crawling forward to cup his face once more.
“Spider,” His name from Zhali’s lips sounds like a song. “Do you want this?”
He doesn’t enjoy how fast he is nodding his head.
“Yes. I do, shit yeah I do. I’ll keep it together, I'm sorry.”
Zhali is shaking his head before he can even finish the sentence.
“Sevin, do not apologize.” Zhali’s slim tail wraps itself around his calf and Spider has to hide the tremor along his lips. “I only need one thing from you.”
Spider gulps, leaning forward and ready to take the criticism.
“I need you to relax.”
Spider flushes, fighting back the urge to gulp down the knot in his throat.
“Yeah o-okay.”
Zhali is less than convinced but a warm smile crosses his lips. His fingers intertwine with the boy’s hair once more before he is raking them through those golden locks. The reaction is immediate, pleasurable shivers dissipating through Spider’s body.
Never before had he realized how sensitive he is to this gesture but now with those gentle movements massaging his scalp, Spider feels like he could melt into molten gold. Zhali runs his face along the curve of his neck, marking him with his scent.
The hand in his hair is used to tilt Spider’s head back and give him better access. A breath wooshes from the boy’s lungs.
“Just focus on what you feel, sevin.”
Soft lips lay a kiss behind his ear.
“What feels good,” Zhali continues.
Another kiss, this time to his pulse point.
“What feels different.”
Zhali’s textured tongue drags along his skin languidly. Spider hardly registers his own groan as he lets his weight fall into the Na’vi embrace.
“What you want more of.”
When the male begins sucking a hickey into the side of his neck, Spider can no longer keep a cap on his noises. A string of whines and moans fall from his lips as he finds rest in the moment. Eyes closed and mouth agape, he forgets where he is.
He forgets who he is.
He forgets who he is not.
And Spider lets each exhilarating sensation guide his decisions.
“Good boy.” Zhali whispers warmly against his pulse, licking over the mark to soothe.
His hands firmly run down Spider’s sides, squeezing it greedily until his presence can not be forgotten. Taking control of every curve and line, Zhali plays him like an instrument. Spider lays back against the matt, golden hair creating a crown around him. Hazel eyes dilate before fluttering closed when soft kisses are left along his inner thighs.
Sounds erupt from him that Spider doesn’t recognize when Zhali’s tongue begins exploring his length. His body buzzes with a new energy, nerves a lit with every swoop and swirl of that talented tongue.
And even though his hips twitch in silent request for more, Spiders swears that he could live in the moment forever.
“Such beautiful sounds, oeyä tawtute.”
The compliment floods his cheeks and tugs at his chest. There is no longer room for self doubt as praises fall freely between the beautiful exploration of Zhali’s mouth. Every concern is hushed before it can fully bloom.
“You taste so good, sevin. Don’t know how I went without you for so long.”
And then warmth encases his member in a rush. Zhali sucks his cock with such enthusiasm and vigor that it becomes difficult to see which partner enjoys themselves more.
But it’s him.
Spider is sure it is him.
He knows that there is no other Na’vi or human out there that feels the things he is feeling, that reaches such heights of ecstasy and passion in one night. He can’t fathom anyone else knowing the warmth, pleasure, and relief that washes over him.
Nose to the boy’s navel, Zhali swirls his tongue around the boy’s base, easily able to take all of Spider within the warm cavern of his mouth. Spider’s hands shoot down and grab the Na’vi’s tied hair without thought. His fingers grip and tug at the neat bun until strands start to fall loose.
“Oh fuck!” He shouts, blunts nails digging into his scalp.
Zhali pulls back until his lips are sealed around only the bulbous tip. The point of his tongue runs over the slit brashly and Spider yanks on his hair. The action is rewarded with a carnal moan, the vibrations rocketing through the boy.
Zhali likes to watch. Spider can feel those eyes trained on him without reprieve, no matter which way he squirms and bucks. At some point he feels strong hands pin his hips to the ground, forcing him to take the pleasure in its entirety.
Spider isn’t used to the attention.
He isn’t used to the way Zhali mentally tracks his reactions and the actions associated with them.
He isn’t used to the honey eyes drinking in the sight of him.
But most of all, he isn’t used to being the center of attention.
It breaks him into a thousand pieces.
His climax crashes so hard into him that his small hands search for something to ground him. They circle around Zhali’s kuru tugging as he spills into the male’s mouth.
The sound that erupts from Zhali is unlike anything Spider has ever heard from him. So far from the polite, organized and formal male that he has known. It rings forth with a raspy texture and a deep serenade that sets his world on fire.
Not a drop is wasted and Zhali doesn’t release his twitching length until Spider is pushing back his head.
He falls limp against the mat, bowl pupils staring up at the world in a daze. He can briefly sense the careful precision Zhali takes to kiss every mark before running a warm cloth over him but it’s background noise to the symphony playing in his head.
“Thank you, sevin.”
That deep voice now with a raspy tint weaves into his consciousness as Spider revels in the tingling aftershock running through his body. He can only manage a lazy smile when Zhali comes up to check on him.
“Just give me….give one minute and then I….I can help.” He manages to get out between pants. Zhali’s brows furrow until he sees the boy eyeing his tented loincloth.
“You have done more than help today, tawtute. Given me more than I could have asked for.” And he grins so sincerely that Spider can’t fathom how the male could feel this way. In every sexual interaction he has had, there was always a return of the favor, that is assuming Spider finished in the first place. But Zhali looks at him like he hung the moon, eyes glimmering in delight as he wipes him down with a warm cloth.
“You…you don’t want me to touch you?”
Zhali traces idle lines over Spider abs happily.
“Of course I do, but how would that serve the proper purpose? I am courting you.” Zhali stands and begins preparing the hammock for them. He arranges extra pillows and blankets that Spider has never seen other Na’vi have before. In fact, there is a great deal of influence from Sky People culture present in the male’s kelku. Things that only a human would find necessary.
Before he can protest, Spider is carried carefully to the hammock and laid across the Na’vi chest. He tucks a blanket around the boy’s hips, making sure it isn’t too tight but still brings the wet tawtute some warmth.
“Although, I admit. This is out of order. It was supposed to be step twelve but do not worry. I will make sure not to skip over any. Fourteen steps to go.” He nods firmly, lips perking upwards.
Spider’s brain sputters, head still fuzzy from the best orgasm of his life. Tonight feels like a dream, an absolute horny amazing romantic dream that his subconscious has whipped up. He can barely process the night’s turn of events, let alone this handsome male wanting to go through an extensive courting process all for him.
“Fourteen? You….but…that is so much.”
Zhali’s hairless brows furrow.
“It’s hardly enough, sevin. It’s important that you have enough proof of my ability to provide, protect, and love before you make your choice. So you can weigh your options.”
As if he has other options.
Who would surpass this?
Who has ever even tried?
Zhali continues to run his fingers through the human’s hair as he sighs happily, watching as Spider shifts closer.
“I do not expect an answer now, sevin. But hopefully tonight is a start to convincing you.”
Rain pelting down on the kelku and wrapped in this amazing man’s arms, Spider’s eyes fill with tears again.
To call it convincing would be an understatement.
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hiii!! Can i request a ao'nung fluff? Maybe a bit of angst, where the Sully kids have a human cousin and trying to introduce her to ao'nung? Tsireya and reader are instant besties, but ao'nung thinks all humans are demons and doesn't trust her but slowly does?? If it's too specific you can skip me!!
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Demon but Na’vi soul
A/N: okay so I think I got everything and I hope you enjoy it oh and a few side notes
- the reader is adopted by Tsu’tey
-spider is adopted by the sullys
-both reader and spider don’t need mask to breathe they can breathe the air like the Navi
Pairing: Ao’nung x Reader , sully children x human cousin! Reader and Tsu’tey x human daughter!Reader
Word count:2546
[ Request are open ]
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You held onto your father as you flew on his ikran. You were flying to the reefs of the Metkayina. Word had reached the Omatikaya of the hunting of the Tulkun and the battle of the demon ship including the shooting of your cousin . The reef came into view and a horn was blown sending a warning out to the people below. Tsu’tey hold on you had tighten “ when we land stay close ma yawntutsyìp” you nodded, squeezing his hand that was holding you letting him know you heard him.
His ikran cireled the beach before landing . Tsu’tey climbed down from his mount helping you down. He walked forward to the forming crowd of Metkayaina, arms out showing he meant no harm. You made quick and large steps to keep up with him. The crowed broke apart letting thought two figures one male and the other female. You immediately knew that it was the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik. Tsu’tey gave the “ I see you” gesture to the Olo’eyktan. “ I see you Tonowari '' he then turned to the female and did the same thing “ I see you , Tsahik Ronal '' .
well they greeted each other. Something had caught your attention, a young Metkayaina male who had pushed his way through the crowded beach and stood a few steps away from the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahik. You put two and two together and gathered this was their son. When he noticed you were looking at him, he hissed at you. You immediately stepped back frightened, knocking into your fathers leg . Tsu’tey absentmindedly grabbed onto your shoulder pulling you to stand in front of him faceing Tonowari and Ronal.
You gave the “ I see you” gesture to both of them. Tonowari greets you back but Ronal hissed at you. Your father's grip tightened. ” How dare you bring a sky demon to our shores? '' she hissed at your father. “ I did not, I brought my daughter along to come see our family” . The Tsahik went to argue but was cut off by Tonowari. “ It is decided Olo’eyktan Tsu’tey and his daughter are our guests , treat them as our brother and sister”. At the Olo’eyktan’s words the group of Metkayaina dispersed.
As they left you saw your cousins and Jake make their way towards you. You all greeted each other before Jake was telling your cousins to help with your things and to show you to the pod as he and Tsu’tey walked off. As your cousins led the way to their home you found yourself having trouble keeping up right as the walkways were not as solid . When you got to the pod you quickly placed your things down and greeted your aunt. along with Neteyam and spider who were both bangaged and seemed to have just woken up from resting. After talking with your family for a while you unpacked your things. The rest of the night went quickly. You had helped with the evening meal before everyone sat down to eat together . where everyone caught up and your cousins told you they wanted you to meet some of their friends. Before you knew it you were turning in for the night curled up in a sleep pile with your cousins just like old times.
The first morning rays of lights hit you in the face, waking you up. You slowly stretched out looking around you, seeing your family was still asleep. You slowly dislodged yourself from between your cousins and got ready for the day. You quietly made your way to cook fire and started to prepare morning meal. By the time you had placed the last leaf of food on the small table, everyone was in a different stage of waking. You made your way back to the sleeping area, waking your cousins fully so they would come eat. You all sat around eating, waiting for the adults to join you all to see what the day's plans were. Eventually everyone was at the table, you were told by Jake that your cousins would be showing you the ropes so you could keep up. After the morning meal everyone goes their own ways, your father leaving with your uncle and you leaving with your cousins.
As you followed them you noticed they were taking you to the beach where you saw 3 young Metkayaina one of them was the boy who had hissed at you. Lo’ak pulled you into his side introducing you to them. “ guys this is our cousin (Y/N) , this is Tsireya, Ao'nung and Rotxo ''. You smile and greet them by giving them the i see you gesture. the others greet you back but Ao’nung simply crosses his arms and stares at you. You quickly look down , Lo’ak started talking again” our father said to show her the ropes so we'll be here for most of the day ” he said looking at the 3 Metkayaina.
Ao'nung looked at him “ cuz I'm thinking you're forgetting you're supposed to be going with the hunting party today” he told Lo’ak. Lo’ak grabbed at his breads huffing looking torn between fooling his father orders and wanting to go hunting. You cut in before he could even answer “ it’s ok Lo’ak I can just hang back with Tuk and i’m sure i’ll pick up a few thing. He looks at you with some relief. He and the 2 Metkayaina males take off leaving you with the girls.
Tsireya clapped her hands together, getting all of you’s attention, “ good now we can get straight to lessons,” she said, looking at you. You simply nodded having no idea what she was talking about but you’d go along with anything not wanting any shame on your family. She started to walk off, you followed her towards a cluster of rocks where the 4 of you sat. She started teaching how to breathe so that you could swim and stay under the water for long spans of time. Eventually Tuk got bored and went off to collect shells Kiri followed after her. After a while Tsireya had you try what you had learned in the water. As the sky got dark Eventually everyone came to meet at the rocks and your cousins headed back to their pod, following afterthem.
As the eclipse began you all gathered together for evening meal. you sat quietly eating your meal as everyone around you talked. Tsu’tey noticed how quiet you were being and learned down close to you gently speaking to you. “ what's wrong ma’ite” he asked you placing his hand on your back. “ I’m fine sempu just tired” you mumbled to him. You rushed to finish your food you just watching as everyone kept eating you had started to drift off with sleep, Tus’tey seeing this gently pulled you to his side letting you rest against him. You moved as close as possible enjoying your fathers warm as you were still cold from the water. The next thing you remember was waking up from hearing something outside. You came to realize you must have fallen asleep during dinner since it was pitch black outside the pod and you were tucked between Neteyam and tuk. You slightly stretched, pulling your blanket up to your chin and going back to sleep with the others.
When morning light hit the pod you once again woke up, had morning meal and headed off with your cousins to your lessons once again.
For the next 2 weeks this was your routine waking, eating,lesson eating again and going to sleep. In that time you had become fast friends with Tsireya. You both bonded over healing as you were both studying under the Tsahik of your clans. The only one that seemed to have a problem with you still was Ao'nung anywhere you went and he was around you could feel his eyes burning a hole in you and each time you ignored it. You were currently sitting on the beach with Tsireya helping her make different salves for the Tsahik. And once again you could feel Ao'nung watching you.
Ao'nung watched you as you helped his sister. He was in the water with the sully boys just messing around on their ilu. Lo’ak road up beside him “ you know if you went up to her and talked to her she'd probably like you back “ Lo’ak teased him. He quickly turned to look at him hissing at him.” i’d never be interested in a vrrtep” Lo’aks joking matter stopped and immediately hissed back at Ao'nung” watch it fish lips for ill beat you again thats my tsmuke and nobody calls her that. Ao'nung rolled his eyes “ I Thought you said she was your cousin” he answer Lo’ak. “ same difference “ Lo’ak answered and swam off with his ilu. Ao'nung decd to go deep fishing by himself not wanting to deal with this any longer.
Looking back on that now was a dumb idea as he had gotten his legs stuck and had a large and deep cut on his leg. making it hard for him to even get off his ilu never mind even walk to the shore. You had been on the beach watching tuk play with other children when you notice Ao'nung and the dark red water around him the more he moved . you had immediately shot up going into the water to help him to shore. Sitting him on the sand . you quickly saw what was wrong. You called out to tuk to keep watch on him running to the family pod grabbing your healing bag since it was closer than the Tsahik healing pod. As you darted in and then right back out both scaring and leaving the adults confused. You came back to Ao'nung working quickly to wash and clean the open wound adding a salve to numb it before wrapping it in some leaf bandages. This whole time Aonang Watched you with wide eyes, shocked at how you just shot up, not taking a second guess to help him. When you had finished you looked up at him getting worried as he was just watching you with wide eyes not saying a single word.” Tuk!, go get your sempu quickly, we need to get him to the Tsahik and I can't carry him”. She rushed off to get jake who came quickly and took him to the Tsahik healing pod.
By the time Ao'nung had come to and realized that you had helped him he was non longer in the sand but sitting in his mothers healing pod well she fused over him. He told her that he was fine that you had already helped him. For the next 3 days he didn’t get even a clumps of you until the fourth day you had come to bring some supplies for his mother. Who he had been stuck with for the past 3 days. helping her in the healing pod as he could not put any weight on his injured leg. You greet both the Tsahik and Ao'nung with the Isee you gesture before placing the basket next to the Tsahik. She in turn greets you “ ah thank you sweet child, are you busy right now? '' Ronal aske you . you shook your head no '' perfect I need to deliver a few thing around the village, but will not have enough time to do so and return in time to change Ao'nung bandages can you stay and do that for me?” you nodded gently, “ of course Tsahik '' she gave you a small smile, taking her things and leaving the pod. Leaving you and Ao'nung alone in the pod. After a few awkward moments you decided to be useful and started separating the basket of plants you had brought in. After a while Ao'nung finally spoke “ why “ asked you. You turned to him unsure what to answer him. He spoke again, this time louser “ why ?... Why help me? ''.
You opened your mouth to speak but closed it till you could gather your word. “ why wouldn't I? Your friends with my family, i’m friends with your sister “ you trill off. “ Actually forget that even if we did not have that connection why wouldn’t I help another Na’vi, if i had gone to get the Tsahik or made you get there on your own you could have easily made your wound worse and possibly bleed out” you finished you small rant before turning to keep sorting. It was quiet for a while before he asked you another question” were you really born here?”. You sighed softly before stopping what you were doing and went to sit beside him. “ Yes, I was born here just like the other human boy. I've also been raised in the Omatikaya clan my whole life by Tsu’tey since I was a few weeks old” you tell him before he can even ask you more. Ao'nung rubbed the back of his neck nervously “ thank you for helping me …” he trailed off again. You nodded gently before he asked you something that shocked you a bit “ could we start over again?” he asked you, looking into your eyes. You just looked at him wide eyed for a moment before swallowing harshly and nodding “ y-yes we can”. He smiled back at you “ I see you (Y/N)” he made the gesture as well and you returned it '' I see you Ao'nung”.
Over the next few weeks you got to know each other then started the gifts between you. Ao'nung was the one that had started by giving you some shells to bread into your hair.which Tsireya helped you put them in before you left to get ready for the feast. Tonight was the feast celebrating the battle won against the demon ship now that all the warriors were healed and the time for mourning was over.
As you walked into the family pod nobody had noticed your new hair style until Tuk loudly spoke about it. “ (Y/N)! You look so pretty with the shells Ao'nung got you!” you turned bright red and quickly looked down. your whole family had different reactions the boys weren’t to happy knowing what it meant because they were there when Ao'nung collected the shells, well kiri was trying to hold her laughs in because of her brothers reaction well your Neytiri simply smiled at you well Jake and Tsu'tey looked like deer cot in the headlights. “ i’m … just gonna get my clothes and help Tsireya set up the feast ….. “ you quickly got your clothes and ran back out yelling out a quick “ bye “ as you left.
Later that night at the feast. Both of your families were sat around a fire eating together when you brought over a bowl of Ao'nung favorite fruit for him handing it to him as you sat next to him. He blushes at this, making both Neytiri and Ronal coo at what they saw. This continues on for a while giving each other small gifts or simple gestures of bring each other food, and maybe a bit of showing off on Ao'nung part when he catches a partly large animal showing it to you proudly. Ao'nung had finally built up the courage to present you with a courting gift ( the necklace in the title)
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Sully reader x metkayaina + sully family, tonowari family, and others
Now that the past has come back into your life everyone and everything had changed greatly, for you and the family you had built here. There had been some good things that came from seeing your loved ones again, but you need feel uneasy about seeing Jake and neytiri again along with the rest of your clan. It had been many years since you had been casted out from your clan and fled from your home, and now ones who casted you out have asked for help that had been given. How long can everything stay so clam until it blows over and soon there not stopping it.
y/n " ......" it had become the second day of the arrivals of your family and old clan, the first was very good for you as you seem to keep some distance from you and everyone else that hurt you in the past.
Kawwney " what the matter my love and don't tell me nothing, I know you so well" kawwey was cleaning his spare when he had noticed something was the matter with her.
y/n " I wish for someone who are very close to me and that I care, about to meet the triplets"
kawwney " so you mean your siblings, grandmother, and your human friends"
y/n " yes"
'kawwney " then yes we can make that happen it will be good after all"
y/n " are you serious my love" you soon looked and kawwney and grabbed his hand, getting his whole attention as she looked at you and smiled.
kawwney " yes my love it will be good for them to meet the triplets and we should tell them about us, as well if we are going to show them our whole family"
y/n " I love that idea"
Kawwney " I know you would"
???? " baba mama" you and kawwney soon turn around to see the triplet out from their beds.
kawwney " well it looks like they have official leaned how to climd out of their beds"
y/n " yes they have"
kawwney " come here little ones" kawwney had allowed the kids to come close to their parents, you soon laugh as the kids started interacting with their father.
kawwney " hey kids will you love to meet more family members"
kids " yes"
kawwney " well I think you have an answer ma y/n"
y/n " well that good to know" "the kids smiled towards you making you laugh back as they are so cute. The family had some breakfast together until the kids, had been handed over to some care taker for the day as the parents had to go off to lessons.
To the siblings and spider
Tsireya " oh yes y/n will be doing us for the lessons today with her being your sister"
kiri " hey there she is hey y/n ... wait and she with kawwney" the group soon saw you and kawwney walking together and talking. Kawwwny seem to say something to you that made you blush bright red and soon smack his shoulder as he laughed.
neteyam “ she is very happy with him” deep down your siblings and spider are happy, to see you with kawwney.
Ao’nung “ yes and our brother is happy with her as well”
loak “ hey tsireya who helped you with the necklace you are wearing”
tisreya “ oh your sister y/n she made it for me for my birthday last year, it so special to me and she has amazing taste as well”
loak “ it looks beautiful on you my sister knew what she was doing when, she made it for you”
Tsireya “ thank you”
Rotox “ well it seems like our brother is going off with father along with Jake and Tsu’tey” the kids soon looked as kawwney had joined the group of older males, but you were not with them anymore.
Tuk “ hey where is y/n”
y/n “ here little sister”
everyone “ y/n” you had smiled at the group as your siblings had hugged you.
y/n “ hey everyone so are we ready for our lessons” the kids and nodded their heads and soon enough the lessons had started. After some time the group had decided to get out of the water, that when they ran into some Navi and an avatar they knew.
ronal “ hello everyone”
tsireya “ hello mother we have stopped with our swimming lessons for the day, and came to work on the breathing and sign language”
ronal “ that wonderful”
Neytiri “ kids there you are how are the lessons going”
neteyam “ well mother”
ronal “ your father and brother have taken Jake and tsutey on hunting trip”
loak “ they went hunting that sounds like fun I wish we could of gone”
neytiri “ you should of gone my son”
spider “ it will be cool to hunt with a crossbow or spear”
norm “ I’m worried enough about your father I don’t need to worry sick about you out here”
ronal “ it was best for them just to go as they are older these young male, can go later on with the young females if they wish”
Rotox “ yes that will be good and we need to work on our hunting”
loak “ hey why don’t you three have tattoos like your brother”
Ao’nung “ we are not old enough one and haven’t done all the challenges yet”
moat “ what of you my granddaughter neteyam is seen a young member of clan as he a warrior, so what of you”
y/n “ well im a member of the clan but have no tattoos yet”
ronal “ you can still get them if you wish it the clan way of life”
Neytiri “ it our her family and her clan way of life”
ronal “ those word coming from you make me laugh”
y/n “ we can discuss this later or remember I have the final decision at the end of day”
ronal “ yes you are right”
neytiri “ neteyam, Kiri, and loak I hope you took our family conversation to heart last night”
moat “ oh my daughter leave them alone they can pick a mate when get wish to, there no need to rush them”
Neytiri “ it will be good for them to have a mate with them and help our family grow, then maybe have their own children”
loak “ well that hard to make that happen when you never let us make our own decision, and try to pick our mates”
neytiri “ we are letting you all choice in hopes our home will grow and family as well, when you bring your mates in our circle”
spider “ dad”
norm “ you don’t need to rush my son take your time”
neytiri “ that very human of you norm even due you and your son look like us, you still don’t act like us” neytiri soon walked off upset about the whole situation leaving everyone else there standing.
tsireya " don't let her words get to any of you even I and my brothers haven't found the one yet"
Ronal " yes my daughter you will fine the one in due time"
lo'ak " thank you"
neteyam " speaking of the one what is going on between you and kawweny and sone lie we know, there something between you and him" the four reef navi had looked at neteyam as she spoke his words towards them.
mo'at " yes we have noticed that as well"
norm " yes it has become talk among the humans"
rotxo " I don't think is a good time after ..."
y/n " rotxo is okay you know what you all come to my home tonight with and no need to be worried about getting lost"
aonung " yes we can help you all get there"
lo'ak " wait we get to go to your home and see everything"
y/n " yes you can come over and I will make you all a dinner from foods from the forest and here"
spider " I miss your cooking so yes I'm in"
norm " we will love to and there some stuff I wish to bring you as well"
y/n " thank you"
tuk " what about mom and dad along with uncle tsu'tey"
ronal " you don't have to worry about them"
mo'at " yes I will deal with them as I out rank them all"
kiri " thank you grandmother"
lo'ak " I don't think we will be able to get them to allow us to come, with out one of them coming"
y/n " that sounds like them"
lo'ak " we will make sure they don't find out until you are ready to tell them"
y/n " thank you all"
ronal " now come all of you I will help you learn some of ways of the clan, when it comes some everyday life skills here" the group had soon followed the ronal as she showed them, some of clan ways of living and it all went well. the other had learned there is soft side to ronal once you get to know her better, and she seem to like your siblings and spider right away.
later that night
kawwney " this set looks amazing ma y/n you have done well"
y/n " thank you and I offer you a big thanks as well for help, me get everything ready and caught this big fish"
kawwney " you are welcome we have enough bowls and plates right"
y/n " yes"
kawwney " I'm here for you this dinner will be good"
y/n " thank you"
????? ' this the home"
???? " wow as a ever nice size home"
????? " I love how she was able to add some of the flower to the home, and I really love the flowers"
????? " yes they are very beautiful"
???? " well we can stand forever but dinner smells good so let go inside, and see what y/n has made hey y/n ... oh kawwney you are here already"
kawwney " hello"
y/n " please comes inside everyone and welcome"
kiri " we love your home but you might of heard that when we were outside"
y/n " yes I did but I'm honored your love my home"
norm " can spider and lo'ak place this truck down if that fine"
kawwney " yes there some space over there I had cleared up"
norm " thank you" spider and lo'al had place the truck down it. lo'ak soon saw kawwney and made his way towards him.
lo'ak " hey kawwney it good to see you again"
kawwney " it good to see you as well your sister has told me so much about you all
neteyam " oh that amazing we have heard little about you"
lo'ak " yeah so what your relationship with our sister buddy" kawwney soon smiled at them and soon looked at you, he soon kissed your forehead.
kawwney " those that answer your questions"
y/n " kawwney there was a plan"
kawwney " what I can't help myself ma y/n"
everyone " ma y/n"
y/n " well it about time I tell you all kawweny is my mate and make me very happy, and I really love him and I hope you all can accept him"
neteyam " that amazing sister wow you are the first one to have an mate"
y/n " yes but I know you all will find love and maybe even here like I have"
kiri " the great mother has blessed you sister and we are all happy for you"
tuk " yes we are"
norm " you found a good one y/n"
lo'ak " yeah I'm happy for you"
spider " same here and we thought we will need to fight you, but we might lost" kawweny " I will let you all win for y/n sake"
mo'at " kawwney" everyone soon stopped talking when they saw mo'at walking towards kawwney, even he seem worried about the whole situation.
mo'at " I happy my granddaughter found love after all that had happened, and I know you are good for her and I have heard good stuff about you from your family and clan"
kawwney " thank you"
mo'at " eywa has blessed you both and will forever bless you as well as the future of this clan"
ronal " yes she will"
mo'at " I wil love you to have this crystal kawwney to symbolize this day and also show you are one of us"
kawwney " thank you I will be honored"
lo'ak " wow this dad has gotten good after all we have in law now"
kawweny " yes and I will love to have some time to bond with you all"
neteyam " we will love that"
tuk " oh hello" tuk was looking behind you and saw aylea looking at the group, soon two others had shown themselves as well.
lo'ak " who are they"
y/n " these are my kids my sons and daughter" the boys had come out right away to greet everyone while, ayela had stand put.
kawweny " I will get here"
neteyam " you have kids"
y/n " yes these are my sons kaewia and Roili and that is ayea"
kaewia " hello"
spider " hey there buddy"
lo'ak " they are so cute"
roili " hi"
neteyam " hello little guy I'm your uncle neteyam" the boys seem to laugh about the whole thing. Neteyam had picked up roili making the boy smile while lo'ak held kaewia"
neteyam " this is your uncle lo'ak, uncle spider, and your aunt kiri and aunt tuk along with your great grandmother moat and this norm"
mo'at " they are like their father as your daughter is like you"
ronal " that sis true"
kiri " can we be their family"
y/n " yes you can but I will need you all to keep this from ..."
lo'ak " from mom and dad sure after how they treated you it will be for the best"
kiri " hey aeya"
aeya " h... hello"
tonowari " now hand me over my grandchild son"
kawweny " no"
tonowari " as your father and oloeytahn I order you"
kawwney " I share the rank with you so overruled"
mo'at " well I over run you both so I will hold her for now" everyone laugh the kids seem to love having their new family members. The dinner had gone well as there had been promised and rules made, norm had helped explain the stuff he brought and if anything bad happens with your or the kids call for him and the others. It made you happy to see your family getting along well and growing as well. The night had ended well and you had gone to bed happy, knowing that you have overcome one challenge and there were many left but you are not alone.
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i. beggin' for thread
pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader
word count: 3.9k
synopsis: your first run-in with the not-so-friendly neighborhood spider-man as the black cat of earth-928
tags: whump/angst, first meetings, strangers to enemies, restraints (and not in a sexy way), unresolved tension, size difference, hurt no comfort, black cat!reader
warnings: reference of past canonical sexual assault, dealing with trauma
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Your head was pounding something fierce—this was the first and only thought that entered your mind, still a bit dazed upon only just regaining consciousness.
Despite the fact that you could hear your own heartbeat pulsating loudly in the space between your two ears, it didn’t seem likely that the dull, rhythmic thud had roused you from sleep. As you gradually became more lucid, your awareness of the other parts of your body also improved. Then, the sudden sensation of blood rushing towards your head threatened to pull you under once again.
That’ll do it, you thought, a small groan escaping your lips.
You were upside down. Hanging by your ankles, which were tied to the neck of a streetlamp with the thickest, stickiest, weirdest rope you’d ever fucking seen.
The force of gravity on your entire blood supply had probably signaled your nervous system to implement its fight-or-flight response, causing you to jerk awake. You didn’t know how long you’d been hanging here, but you did know that the pressure was quickly becoming unbearable.
A wave of dizziness hit, and you clenched your teeth to keep another pained hiss from slipping out of you.
It’d be easier to come up with an escape plan if your brain wasn’t currently being compressed into mush.
Think, think, think.
What had your father always said? All you’ll ever need to get yourself out of a nasty situation is one free hand, sweetheart.
Wiggling your hands around in your restraints allowed some blood to return to them, and with the feeling in your fingers back, you used the sharpened edge of your index claw to saw away at the ties around your wrists. This material was thinner in comparison to that of the other rope that bound you to the lamppost, but at the rate you were going, you’d nonetheless be stuck for at least the next hour.
Several minutes of silent work passed until you couldn’t contain your frustration anymore. Although it would only waste your precious energy, you thrashed about in your confines, too angry to care much for logic. After a few more seconds of struggling, you felt your body go lax, truly spent. However, while you were physically exhausted, you’d only become increasingly riled up as time had gone by, and you were ready to verbally spar whoever had decided to play this dirty trick on you.
“Ever heard it’s impolite to leave a lady high and dry?”
You spoke the question into the dead of night, your intonation steady and unaffected. Something gave you the impression that whoever had tied you up would be able to hear your words even if you whispered them, so you didn’t want to debase yourself by yelling or appearing as though you had lost your cool.
But oh, were you furious.
“Little criminals like you are exempt from that rule, or haven’t you heard?” a male voice traveled with the wind, reverberating everywhere around you. “It’s a shame that you gave in so soon, I was quite enjoying those last ten minutes. Is that all the stamina you’ve got? Que decepcionante.”
He emerged from above and landed smoothly in front of you, feet planted, knees bent, ground trembling. When he uncoiled himself and rose to his full height, you had to swallow a gasp.
This man was a fucking tank.
The form-fitting navy blue and red suit he wore did nothing to hide the definition of his infinite many muscles or the planes and curves of his body. So though he technically showed no skin, only his masked face truly left something to the imagination; unlike yours, which covered just the areas that bordered your eyes, he had complete anonymity. His broad shoulders blocked light from the other lampposts across the street, outlining his silhouette in a way that should have terrified you.
It didn’t. It really, really didn’t.
Rather preoccupied with appraising his physique, you didn’t notice him stepping closer and closer until he was now but two feet away. This was the moment you discovered that, in addition to being built like a tank, he was a giant.
His shadow loomed over you, painting you in darkness. Hanging from a streetlamp ten-feet tall, you resigned yourself to awkwardly staring at the navel of his stomach, while he was level with your upper thighs.
The unfair reality of being at a height disadvantage.
“Before we continue sizing each other up,” you started to say, releasing a puff of air that sounded more like a wheeze than an exhale. “I should warn you: if I’m down here any longer, my brain will explode. Maybe it’s just me, but I sure wouldn’t want to spend my evening cleaning that up.”
In response, the man knelt on the pavement so that you both were finally able to at least somewhat look at one another for the remainder of this hopefully-short conversation. Even kneeling, he was still tall enough to look down his nose at you, probably scrutinizing your sweat-drenched face.
Had his mother fed him horses as a kid? Why was he so fucking huge?
You heard his tongue click and watched him tilt his head to the side, as if he was seeing you for the first time. “Bit dramatic, aren’t we?”
“Easy for someone rightside up to say,” you grumbled, squinting at where the red details of his mask indicated his eyes. “Is this how you flirt, big guy? Bit old to be picking on girls we find pretty, aren’t we?”
The growl that tore itself from deep within his chest warned you to tread carefully, but you were never one to turn tail and run when things were just getting interesting.
If he wanted to be sassy, well, you’d show him sassy.
“How about this: you free me, then we can play fair and square. No restraints necessary.” You accompanied the suggestion with a subtle pout for good measure. Sure, curiosity killed the cat, but your desire to know the limits to which you could push this man temporarily surpassed your self-preservative instincts. To contrast how your eyes widened in mock-innocence, you adopted a low, sultry tone of voice. “Unless, of course, you’re into that.”
Faster than you could fathom, the man stood, unsheathed his talons, and cut a seamless line through your restraints, sending you straight into his awaiting arms. What might’ve initially seemed sweet quickly turned sour as he immediately pushed you against the pole of the streetlamp. Heedless of your protests, he rewrapped you in more of that strange rope. Except, the ‘rope’ projected out from his wrists.
Who the hell—?
In your state of confusion, you failed to anticipate him clasping a hand across the lower half of your face, preventing you from saying another word.
“Enough games. I have questions,” he spoke directly into your ear, the sarcastic humor he had previously addressed you with now completely absent, replaced by an eerily calm inflection. The hand over your mouth moved to grab your chin, tilting it towards his own face. “And you’re going to answer them. Nod if you understand.”
You briefly considered biting his fingers just to teach the ass a lesson, but you held back. He had tensed each and every muscle in sight, his reflexes newly primed for a possible attack, which meant that the fun stuff was over, and all that remained of this interaction was the not-so-fun stuff.
Reluctantly, you nodded.
At your acceptance, his hand left you altogether and relocated to grab onto the bit of pole above your head to support the weight of his body as he leaned forward. The textbook intimidation tactic to accentuate a preexisting size difference between foes, evoking the feelings of prey, like fear and defeat.
You were feeling something alright. Intimidated wasn’t exactly how you would describe it.
“What’s your name?”
A standard first question, and yet you hadn’t expected it in the slightest. Naturally, he wasn’t asking for your civilian name, but rather for your alias; the name that corresponded with the suit.
Compared to his fancy, high-tech, synthetic suit, your all-black spandex accented with white fur was a joke. You couldn’t be too harsh on yourself, though. This—vigilantism, petty theft, getting superglued to a lamppost by some guy—was a new world to you. It was a given that you would have an adjustment period.
Soon, you’d have your shit figured out; a name, a better suit, a concrete idea of what you were even intending to accomplish in the long run.
“My name,” you echoed. “Would you believe me if I told you I still haven’t decided?”
A few seconds went by of him presumably staring into your eyes, which were actually unclouded and unguarded for once. Perhaps he was searching for something particular, and perhaps he found whatever it was, because he continued on.
“Did someone hire you?”
“Slow down there, mister. Don’t I get to ask you a question too? I scratch your back, you scratch mine, that type of thing?”
He mumbled a string of words to himself that you couldn’t understand, but the annoyance he injected into whatever he’d said transcended language barriers. “You’re in no position to be making demands. Besides, I don’t negotiate with criminals.”
“Not a criminal,” you huffed, tearing your eyes away from his invisible yet penetrating gaze. Or at least, you weren’t a criminal yet. “What’s your name?”
Through the conforming material of his mask, you could tell that the question had also surprised him. The material stretched upward as his eyebrows raised then lowered again, settling into a straight line, furrowing at the middle. “I’m Spider-Man.”
The name rang a bell. You had read a number of morning newspapers that featured him as the headline, Spider-Man typed in bold lettering to entice prospective buyers. They usually contained editorials about his impressive résumé against an array of villains and interviews with people he had saved, but the only photos of him were always blurry shots taken mid-swing.
“Spider-Man? That explains the whole hanging me upside down thing. Is this how you court all your women? For future reference, you don’t need to knock me out just to lure me into your little web. I’m not usually a booty call type of gal, but you can be my special boy.”
“Stop that,” he—Spider-Man—snapped.
It was your turn to raise your brows at him. “Stop what?”
“You know what.” The red markings of Spider-Man’s eyes narrowed into a glare, and his voice dripped with disapproval. “Stop trying to flirt with me.”
Oh, you’d been terribly wrong earlier; there was still much fun to be had here.
“I’m not trying to flirt with you, silly.” You made a great show of batting your lashes, stepping into the role of a lovesick fan infatuated with the superhero in front of you. “I either am, or I’m not.”
He inhaled sharply, and his breathing quickened. The back that had captivated your attention from the get-go hunched further into you, caving in, as if he wanted nothing more than to encase you in the breadth of him. His movements were so incremental and inadvertent that you didn’t think he was even aware of how he’d closed the gap between the two of you.
Absolutely fascinating.
“If it’s working, then I am,” you teased, donning a sly smile, nudging your lips higher to brush against his neck, gaze lifting to where a slight dip in the mask revealed the curve of his mouth. “If it’s not, well. . .”
The sound of metal crunching startled you, and an upward glance confirmed the presence of a sizable dent in the part of the pole he had been holding onto; it now resembled a crushed soda can. When you redirected your focus from the lamppost to him, you were greeted by the image of him running a hand over his masked face in frustration. Whether he was upset at you or at himself, you weren’t sure.
It sent a shiver down your spine regardless.
Sooner than you had predicted, Spider-Man recollected his composure and resumed towering over you. He’d assumed a more reserved stance, both hands on his hips, nowhere near you. The placement drew you to the slimness of his waist, the large expanse of his upper body tapering to a defined V-shape—
“Be a good kitty and answer the question,” he interrupted your train of thought, punctuating the command with a condescending pat on the top of your head.
As shameful as it was to admit, the combination of the pet name and the casual contact did you in. And judging by the arrogant uptilt of his chin, he’d known just the right buttons to push.
“Alone,” you relented. “I’m alone.”
Spider-Man gave a noncommittal hum and started to slowly circle the pole, and therefore you, like a shark honing in on its prey after scenting blood from a distance. Within the span of a few short minutes, your sarcastic remark about being ensnared in his web had manifested your current reality: you were the poor, unfortunate fly who had strayed into the territory of an apex predator, and he was the ravenous spider who was going to capitalize on your carelessness.
Once satisfied that you were telling the truth, he ceased pacing and finally asked the question he’d been building up to all night.
“Why did you attempt to murder an innocent civilian tonight?”
Time itself came to a resounding hault. This inquiry was unlike the previous two in that hearing it felt akin to having a bucket of freezing cold water dumped onto your head. You were yanked from the false sense of security into which he had lulled you through his reciprocity of your banter.
Blindsided by the enemy. A rookie mistake.
Never again.
Your brain, slow to recover from the disillusionment, had to pick apart the sentence so as to even begin processing its implications.
Attempt. Murder. Innocent. Civilian.
Innocent.
“Innocent?” The laugh that ripped from your throat was dark and bitter. “You think that son of a bitch is innocent?”
Spider-Man recoiled, clearly not expecting such a vehement reaction.
“Let me tell you this, Spider-Man,” you said his name like a curse. The direction he had decided to lead this conversation extinguished whatever fascination he’d initially sparked. “That trash deserves a fate worse than death, but seeing as he’s managed to avoid every punishment the universe has thrown at him thus far, death will have to do.”
“Who is he?”
“A fucking rapist, that’s who he is. Another man who can’t take no for an answer, who thinks he’s entitled to a woman’s body. He—”
The reflexive constriction of your airways forced you to pause and compose yourself before persevering.
“There was a girl a few years ago. She trusted him to never hurt her, and he—” You couldn’t even say it. “The legal system failed that girl, has failed so many girls just like her. But I can get them their justice, I can bring them a bit of peace in knowing that the men who hurt them are no longer on this godforsaken earth. That those scum can walk among us freely, can go about the rest of their lives without consequence—it makes me sick.”
Acid coated your tongue, and the taste of your own venom inflicted further pain upon you. That was the thing about hate: it gradually poisoned its cultivator in addition to its target. Nevertheless, you would gladly sacrifice your health if it meant you could wield this double-edged sword and find comfort in its damage until the very end.
“So no, me killing that maggot piece of shit isn’t murder. It’s what I’m owed,” you spat. The effects of adrenaline had faded, and an awful ache was spreading throughout your fatigued leg muscles as a result of the night’s physically-intensive events. Its searing throb reminded you of the fact that you were still tied up, at the mercy of this so-called superhero. “Though I suspect you don’t understand, and you probably never will. You men are all the same.”
Spider-Man had ignited within you the familiar burn of betrayal; you had lowered your guard, and then he had aimed for where you were most vulnerable. Of course, he hadn’t been aware of your history with the target, but he had chosen words that would hurt you just the same.
A sudden realization threatened to incapacitate you entirely:
Attempt.
Spider-Man had said attempt.
“My turn.” Your voice was hoarse from the strain of choking back tears. “Did I get him?”
The most important question yet; you were at a fork in the road, and his response would determine which path you walked. Should it be the case that you had succeeded in your objective, then there was a glimmer of hope for you to have a normal, law-abiding life. On the other hand, if you failed to exterminate that vermin, this personal quest for revenge would morph into something much bigger and badder.
The latter scenario would allow you plenty of chances to show Spider-Man why he shouldn't interfere with a kill that was rightfully yours.
At some point, he had opted to give you your space by distancing himself from the lamppost that bound you. Not once had he spoken since asking you who and why; no reactions or comments, only intent, quiet listening. And though you had now posed him a question of your own, his masked features offered no hints as to what his thoughts contained.
That just wouldn’t do. You needed an answer.
“Spider-Man, did I get him? Tell me I got him. Please, tell me I killed him.”
If there was anything you despised more than feeling helpless, it was groveling. However, despite the humiliation that blanketed you and brought heat to your cheeks, you were not above begging when necessary.
This specific scrap of information was well worth the bruised ego.
He inhaled deeply, held the air inside his lungs for longer than was normal, then exhaled. This process was repeated several times as evidenced by the rise and fall of his chest. Therapy had taught you that the intentional regulation of breathing helped clear the mind, so you speculated this was a method of meditation for him too as he mulled over whether or not to answer your pleas.
“You got him. Already dead when I arrived.”
The confirmation triggered your shoulders to slump forward and collapse in relief now that they were relieved of carrying the weight of the world upon them.
I got him. I got him.
The sobs building in your core could no longer be silenced, and years of repressed emotions finally poured out of you, wave after wave. First was anger, then came sadness, then relief, and ultimately emptiness. Incrementally, each wave subsided, giving way to its successor; this final wave, however, mounted into a tsunami of insurmountable height, seeking to drown you in its depths.
For the past many years, you had funneled the sum of your waking hours into the sole task of securing this kill. So who were you supposed to be now that the work was done? Where were you to go, what were you to do?
Hollow of life, drained of energy, devoid of meaning.
This was who you had become.
Through vision blurred by tears, you noticed something sharp glinting in the moonlight—talons. They were all you could focus on as he stalked closer to the streetlamp and extended them towards you.
You stiffened, readying yourself for the possibility of a fight, but Spider-Man continued to surprise you.
He trailed the back of his hand along the side of your face, one talon wiping away a lone tear from your cheek, another catching on the skin at the edge of your jaw, nicking it. The cut stung, and Spider-Man pressed down on it with his thumb, either because he was a sadist who wished to witness you wince in discomfort, or because he found the sight of your blood troubling. Ironic, considering he’d been the one to spill it.
Or maybe that was exactly why it troubled him.
After ensuring the injury was superficial, his taloned fingers continued their exploration of you, traveling south to skim the base of your neck. There was nothing you could do to stop him from delivering your death then and there, and yet he didn’t seize the opportunity. Still, you couldn’t be certain that he had no plans to at last put an end to this dangerous game, of which you both had undeniably been active, willing participants.
Except, rather than striking a killing blow, he sliced through your bondages with a solitary swipe then retracted his talons.
“Go home,” Spider-Man ordered softly as he walked a few paces backward, his masked stare never straying from you. “Next time, I won’t let you off so easy.”
Without another glance, he slung away into the night, leaving you to your own devices. But although Spider-Man was gone, the ghost of his touch lingered.
You hated that you didn’t want your skin to forget his hands, wishing instead that he’d stay. You hated that you were glad to have met him, circumstances be damned. You hated that he had more of an effect on you than you on him. You hated that you wondered how things would be different between you if he weren’t Spider-Man, if you weren’t you.
Most of all, you loathed that Spider-Man had witnessed you come undone.
Everything culminated into a single, guttural scream, the kind that made you double over at the sheer force of it and dig your nails into your chest. It echoed, bouncing off the sides of nearby buildings and returning to you, its source.
Unable to support the heft of your own body anymore, your shaky legs gave out from beneath you. Unlike earlier, no Spider was around to catch you in his arms, so your knees hit the ground, hard and unforgiving. Your already-sore joints protested upon impact, but that didn’t matter.
I got him. I killed him. Years of training and preparing have led me to this moment; I can finally rest.
Yet the emptiness and the hatred remained, latching onto you like a wound that had festered for too long and was now forever etched into your flesh. A scar that hurt when prodded despite having ceased to bleed ages ago.
The pain refused to be erased.
There on the concrete pavement of a random alley, you knew that your crusade was far from over. As soon as you recovered from the ramifications of tonight, to the streets you would return, prepared to take on the worst this city had to offer. And maybe you’d also make some money on the side by putting to good use the feline art of burglarizing, like your father had always hoped you would.
Crossing paths with the Spider-Man again was inevitable. He’d warned you to stay clear of crime, but he had disappeared before you could warn him that, the next time he got in your way, you’d claw his heart out.
tbc.
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Hi i’m the one who made the long request (sorry if it was too long).
if you still want to write it the reader’s job is the same, but the request is lando x male reader (smut) where the reader receives an award (oscar or grammy you can choose) and they come home partying in their way
thank you so much and sorry again if the previous request was too long :)
Viva Valentino Baby! LN4
Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!
Summary: You and Lando celebrate
Reader: Male
Warnings: Smut, Pet name: Star/Baby
Now playing: 'West Coast' by Lana del Rey
AN: Hey love! Im sorry for taking so long! I hope you like it :] Also i just figured out how to nicely put pictures into a post and i'll be re-formatting all my fics later, wish me luck! (Nvm i fucked up, does anybody know how tf to do that?)
“And the grammy for Album of the year goes to…”, the man looked around the crowd while slowly unfolding the envelope in his hands. The ten nominees anxiously looked around, amidst them were you, gripping onto the edge of your seat. Your nails basically dug into the cushioning.
“Y/n with the album ‘Viva Valentino’!”, your heart stopped. The masses of people around you turned their heads to look at you. It all became a blurry mess but a hand on your thigh pulled you out of your haze. To your right was your boyfriend Lando, who was cheering and pumping his fist in the air. He pulled you into a quick kiss before motioning you to go on stage. You smiled at him before hurrying to collect your award. What you didn’t see was that Lando’s eyes had tears of joy in them. He clasped his hands together and smiled while watching your award being laid into your hands. Quickly patting the pockets of his pants, he fished out his phone to take pictures or a video. With tears welling in your eyes, you approached the microphone. “This is crazy.”, your eyes danced across the crowd. Loud cheering erupted and the giant LED screens behind you displayed various pictures of you from concerts and your latest tour. “I thank each and every artist on this planet.”, once again the masses of people interrupted your speech with clapping and cheering. A sweet laugh escaped your throat as the tears finally left your eyes. “Thank you all for keeping art alive!”, you held your grammy skywards and now the cheering got more intense and roamed through the whole crowd.
The celebrations took longer than expected, but here you were. Straddling Lando in his 765LT Spider who was already parked in the garage. The atmosphere was burning and the only sounds ringing through the car were occasional whimpers and heavy breaths. His hands laid firmly atop your hips as he gently grinded up into you. With a few gasps in between kisses you sucked sweet blackberry hickeys onto his neck.
“Baby let’s get inside. The car’s a bit small for this.”, you could feel the grin in his voice. With a soft hum you slid back to the passenger’s side. Once you and your boyfriend had exited the car he put a hand on your hip and pulled you inside the house. Lando was known for his short patience, he didn’t want to walk all the way to the bedroom. As if.
He made quick work of his shirt and pants, leaving him in his navy boxers. Tossing them aside he pushed you onto the couch. Kneeling before you he fiddled with your belt while gazing up at you. “Take that shirt off.” A warm sensation ran over your skin as you threw your dress shirt over the backrest of the designer couch Lando had bought earlier this year. Maybe it was champagne or maybe it was the dim light, but his eyes looked like they were glowing. His pupils were blown out but there was still a beautiful green ring around them. His hands ran over your now bare legs while he tugged your briefs aside, revealing your already leaking member.
With gentle hands he slowly stroked it, earning a groan from you. “I’ll spoil you today, my star”, he licked a long stripe from the base of your cock to the tip and licked away the salty pearl of precum. With a heaving chest and trembling hands, you brought a hand to his hair, tangling your fingers with his soft curls. “Don’t tease me Lan”, your voice was quiet, but dangerous. He let out a light chuckle before taking centimeter by centimeter into his mouth. He gagged lightly as it hit the back of his throat. A light tug at his hair motivated him to begin moving. With a fairly slow pace he bobbed up and down the length of your cock. He ran his tongue along the veins and gripped onto your thighs with both hands. With the firmness that he was holding them he’ll for sure leave bruises, but you didn’t mind. The warm feeling in your stomach began stirring and boiling. “Faster”, you tugged on his locks again while you whispered sharply. Lando wasn’t one to deny your order and obeyed with tears pricking in his eyes. The warm feeling spread over your stomach to your back and down your limbs. You gently bucked into Lando’s mouth as he increased his pace. Now all the heat ran up your limbs, over your back and to your stomach- “Swallow.” - and with that, think ropes of creamy cum spurted down Lando’s throat. You held him in place with your hand, making him swallow every last drop. He sighed happily, caressing your thighs with his hand. With a gentle ‘plop’ he released your length. He licked his sweet lips and got up from the floor. In a quick movement he got rid of his, now wet, boxers. Carefully straddling you, he connected his lips to your neck. “Let me take care of you, star.”
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EXPERIMENT 56 [your time is coming] sequel | PART 2 |
AVATAR MASTERLIST | EXPERIMENT 56 masterlist
PAIR: Neteyam x Human reader. ( a mix of human and Navi )
Other pairs: Quaritch x reader (platonic) , sully fam x reader.
SUMMARY: Y/N thinks she has a peaceful life with her new family. But a sudden visitor is about to change her life and her family's life.
WARNINGS: 18+, the characters are aged up 20's, a little violence, don't worry no one dies, Y/N and neteyam being parents , Bestie stuff, Family moments,.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Note: I am really enjoying this sequel. I hope you all like it too. Sorry if there are some spelling mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. And remember that the inbox is open, so feel free to leave your request.
Neteyam tried to stay calm. Maybe you had been with loak or spider. Or with some of the men in the human camp area. But the more he analyzed the smell, the less it seemed similar. Neteyam watched as you settled your baby more on your chest, and took a piece of fruit. You were avoiding looking him in the eyes.
"No, it's okay…it's fine. The day was not what I expected" you say, laughing a little to calm neteyam's worries. But you watch as neteyam leans over you, and begins to sniff you. You stand still in your place, neteyam had grown up a lot in this year, he was a whole warrior-navi. So when he lunges at you, his whole body covered you. "Hey… you tickle me" you moan, while neteyam keeps sniffing the side of your neck. He pulls away a little to look you straight in the eyes.
"Were you with another man?" neteyam asks. You move closer and give him a kiss on the lips. "Don't be silly. How do you think I would do something like that" You say, pulling away from neteyam to get up from the ground and carry noah't to his resting area. It was like a nest, which had multiple soft fabrics to make him comfortable. The edges of the nest were high, so that he would not get out at night. This nest was the same one neteyam used as a baby, neytiri had given it to you as a gift. You settled noah't down and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Noah't had grown so fast, he was barely 1 year old and already the size of a 2 year old human. You turn to meet neteyam's piercing gaze.
"Love…do you really think I was with another man?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest. "It's not that…it's, you smell like another man. And I can't recognize him" neteyam gestures for you to come closer to him. You walk towards him to stand between his legs, and you see how he wraps his hands around you. And he puts his face on your breasts and breathes in a little of your scent. "You are more possessive lately…neteyam" you say, watching as he leaves dispersed kisses between your breasts and chest. His actual behavior was not strange to you. You knew what he wanted, well lately that's what he wants all the time…his mating season is near. And this makes him excited and defensive of any male figure that comes near you. The only ones he accepts to be around you are the men in his family circle. The others, he scares them away from you. You had noticed how he had become more aggressive with his caresses, more needy of your touches and even more submissive to your touch.
You watch as his tail wags from side to side, as his hold becomes tighter. "neteyam…how many days left?" you ask him, as the boy's hands run down your legs, kissing your arms and leaving a few soft bites on your shoulder " 4 days "says neteyam whimpering. You take his face in your hands, to make him look at you. You see how his pupils are dilated, his eyes half closed and his mouth half open. You reach up to caress your nose, with his nose. Causing him to giggle a little. "Do you want me to help you with anything?" you ask, as you feel him pull you into his lap, kissing your lips. You kiss them back, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer to you.
Neteyam moves a little away, to take his queue in his hands, to move it to the front and show it off. You copy his movements, and taking your queue to bring it closer to neteyam's. Sometimes simply this connection was all neteyam needed, even though he was greedy and always wanted double pleasure coming from you. You two bonded, both of you letting out a sigh. As neteyam hugged you, so that you were closer to him. "You are smaller than usual" neteyam moans, as he enjoys the ecstatic feeling of being so close and intimate with you. "You're bigger… that's the problem" you speak, kissing his neck. Rubbing your face over his skin, trying to capture his scent on you. "Problem?" the man says, biting your shoulder. You feel one of his hands hold your hips, pulling you closer to his growing erection.
"I need you so…so much" neteyam pleads with you a little, his ears back, as he feels one of your hands slip past his loincloth. Taking his length in your hand, slowly sliding it down and then up. Watching as neteyam moves underneath you, and bites his lower lip, he was so sensitive these days. That a simple touch, made him unsettled. You follow your movements on his cock, while leaving kisses on his chest, and then on the edge of his jaw. The noises coming out of his mouth, were low and quiet. Not wanting to wake noah't up, almost always your sessions were very quiet. In one swift movement, you feel neteyam remove your hand from his crotch and lift you up with ease.
"Let's go to bed, yes?" he says as he is carrying "hey…watch out. You're going to break it" you reach up to kiss him, as you feel his smile between your lips. Neteyam settles on top of you, taking your thighs between his hands to lift them up, arranging your legs around his waist. It was going to be quite an interesting and fun night. But that didn't take away your concern.
The next morning, you woke up to Noah't crying. He was a very quiet baby, that surprised you a lot. He used to sleep all his night, and get up early in the morning. This was perfect for you and neteyam, it gave you time to be together. But some nights, noah't slept with the two of you. But you were thankful that the night before, noah't was quiet. You get up carefully so as not to wake up neteyam, you move closer and give him a little kiss on his cheek. "So pretty" you say, adjusting some hair strands of your mate's face. -Where are your clothes? you think, as you hurry to calm Noah't down.
"Ma-mama" says noah't, jumping up and down in her nest. "I'm coming honey!!!" you quickly find your loincloth and run to hold noah't. You knew the baby was hungry, because the first thing he did when you picked him up was move closer to your chest. "As soon as you finish eating, let's take a bath, ok?" you stroke your son's hair. Turning your gaze to see neteyam asleep, you take the opportunity to look for various things to bring to your unexpected guests…Quaritch. You knew that all of his clothes were stained and dirty, so you were looking for one that neteyam didn't use. You were folded in a box, looking for clothes that would fit Quaritch, shit…neteyam was a big man. But Quaritch was something else, he was 9 feet tall. You had to look elsewhere. Dad, dad had old clothes…sure he did. "mama…mama" noah't was hugging you by the neck. Looking for your face, to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Honey, wait mommy is looking for something" you are so into the searching. You didn't notice that neteyam was already up. "Love, what are you doing there?" says neteyam lying down from the bed. You look up from the box, getting up and closing the box quickly.
"I was looking for something… but it's not here," you say, moving towards neteyam. "But there's only old stuff in there," says neteyam stretching out, dragging his hand to your waist to pull you closer to him. Quickly noah't jumps on top of his father, neteyam picks him up and settles him on his chest. Stroking his son's back, while still grabbing you around the waist. "Yeah, I know…but I was looking for a top I lost…but never mind" you laugh nervously, leaning in for a kiss. "I'm going to go take a bath with noah't at the lake, do you want to come?" neteyam ascends with his face and gives noah't a kiss on the head. "Well, I'm going to get some things…go get up to go" you pull away, to get everything ready to go to the lake. You had a plan, after arriving from the lake you were going to go get some clothes from your parents' hut and then go to the beach.
You liked to spend this time with your family, since they had arrived and after the whole event of your missing and being pregnant. Jake is still training neteyam to be the new clan leader, it is true that the position was given to another man from the omaticaya clan. But in a few years, he will pass the position to the corresponding heir and that is Neteyam, this meant that the days they shared as a family were limited, he had many responsibilities. So moments like this, in which neteyam was sitting in the lake with noah't in his arms, and see your son so happy. Hugging and playing with his father made you happy. After 1 hour had passed, you returned to the village.
You had noah't hanging on your back, in a sort of carrier. "Well, I'm going to leave you guys…I was supposed to meet loak in the hunting area. Today we are going to help the smaller warriors" says neteyam, getting down from his height to kiss you and noah't. "Perfect, I will visit mom for a while and then go with mo'at. Have a nice day" you say goodbye to neteyam, you watch as he stares at you until you are near the family hut. He used to do that, he wouldn't leave until he saw that you were safe. You enter the hut where you grew up, you noticed that there was no one there so you took the opportunity to look for some old clothes. You left noah't on the floor and started looking in the old box.
Spider went to look for Kiri, so you decided to look for her at home. When he arrived he saw you looking in the box and his nephew on the floor. Spider had earned his role as Noah's uncle. He was careful with him, always looking out for the baby. Neteyam trusted him a lot, as did you. As soon as noah't saw spider, he raised his arms and started to mumble his name. "Spite, spiteee" says noah't. "Hey little buddy, come here!!!" says spider, picking up the baby from the ground. You turn to look quickly. And you see spider already playing with noah't. "Oh it's you!!!" you get up to approach spider. "Is something wrong? You look a bit scared" says spider, you play a bit with your fingers. You had already found an old clothes that your father had saved, it was the perfect size for Quaritch. You knew you would need help and spider was perfect for this plan. In fact, he was the only person you could count on, since he and you were the only ones who had had contact with Quaritch after your liberation. Spider sees how nervous you are.
"Spider…you're my friend, right?" you ask him. Spider laughs, tightening Noah't around his waist." Y/N you know I am…I'm always here to help you" spider speaks. You take a deep breath, this is for the best… if you told neteyam that you had Quaritch sheltered. He wasn't going to accept it, he didn't want you to have contact with that man. He might have helped you, and if he knew noah't…but nothing else. "I have a situation and you're the only one who can help me" you say, as you pack the clothes in your bag at your waist. "I'm all ears" spider listens to you. "I have quaritch sheltered in the beach hut, he's hurt…they tried to kill him and he has nowhere to go" you say quickly. You stand there in silence, while you wait for spider's reaction.
"What? Are you crazy?" spider yells, you throw yourself at him and put your hand over his mask. "Shut up!!!, please…I need your help" you make puppy eyes. You knew spider and Quaritch could never develop their relationship, but at least spider knew of its existence. "I found him yesterday, I need you to help me…I know you two don't get along. But you're the only one who can help me" you say, waving spider's arm from side to side. You can see his frustrated face, he started to walk. "ok, I'm going to help you… but" before spider finishes speaking, you are already hugging him. " AHH noah't, uncle spider is the best" you sing a little, celebrated with your son. "Y/N tell me…how long is this going to continue to help him?" asks spider.
"I don't know…I haven't thought about it yet. I don't even know if I'm doing the right thing." You speak, spider hugs you again. "You're a good person," says spider. At that moment jake enters the hut, he had a basket full of some kind of bread and some fruits. "ohh you guys are here….and look who's there, the most beautiful baby of pandora" jake drops the basket on the floor and takes Noah't from spider's arms. "You are such a precious baby" jake says, placing kisses on his grandson's stomach. It was ridiculous to see him like that, he was melting for his grandson. You look at the basket, could you take some bread and fruit. "Dad, can I take some of this?" you point to the basket, already taking a few things. "Sure sweetie, take whatever you want" jake says, playing with noah't.
"So what were you two doing?" jake looks at spider, he was asking because when he walked in he saw the hug you two were giving each other. And it wasn't that you two weren't showing affection, but you were his oldest son's mate. And he knew how neteyam got when another man was near you and more so in this season. "nothing…we were just hugging, dad" you give him a disapproving look, you know what he's insinuating. Spider gets nervous, he's always looking for jake's approval. "Okay, well…spider and I have business to do. So…" you look at your father. "Dad, do you have something to do?" you say. "No, why?" jake asks you, already knowing what you're asking. "Can you watch noah't for a while, I'll be right back?" you beg him a little, until jake agrees to stay and watch noah't. After all, if he liked doing it, it was the perfect excuse to go with some friends and show off his grandson.
You and spider leave the hut, but not before saying goodbye to your son. You didn't like to be away from him for too long, but you were going to come back quickly. Besides, you knew he was in good hands. You left the hut, with the food you had taken and went straight to where the Ikran was. You had to be careful, you could run into anyone you knew, and you didn't want to lie anymore. "It's been a long time since I've ridden cupcake, but I think it will work" you say, laughing a little. "Ohh noo" says spider, watching you approach the creature. The ikran whines a little, but calms down when you speak to it. "Cupcake, calm down…it's me" you reach up to touch its snout, the creature calms down and you let you make the bond and ride it. "Come on, come!!!" you shout to spider, he runs and climbs up behind you. And you start traveling towards the beach, it doesn't take you long to get there.
You got a little scared, seeing that no one was in the area. Had he left or had someone happened to him? You quickly got down from the ikran, and walked quickly into the hut. Spider followed your steps, although he didn't want to show it, he was curious to know what was going on. "Quaritch?…are you there?" you enter slowly. To your surprise, the man is inside the hut, he was lying on the improvised bed. He looked better than yesterday, but he was still hurt. "Damn…he looks bad" mutters spider, walking in with you. " S-sorry…I fell asleep" Quaritch says, struggling to sit up. "No…it's okay. Just stay there. It's okay" you speak, reaching over to stroke his hair. Spider sees how confident you are with the man, apparently you really cared about him. "He's…spider," you say quietly to the thousands. You smile at spider, to get him to say something. "Yes, it's me…Y/N told me everything" speaks spider, a little uncomfortable sitting on the floor.
"Spider is going to help me…plus we'll bring you some clothes and food" you say, helping Quaritch out of bed. Spider goes to the ikran for a moment, to get the food. As he re-enters the hut, he hands you the small basket. You place it in front of Quaritch. "It's a kind of bread and fruit…it will help you with stamina" you say, stroking his cheek. You were very affectionate towards Quaritch, maybe spider saw him as a threat, but you knew him. Eywa knew him and knew he had changed. They just had to give him a chance. You watched as Quaritch took a piece of bread and fruit and began to eat. He looked quite hungry, and didn't say a word as he devoured the food.
"No one is going to take your food" scoffs spider, Quaritch looks up and laughs a little. "Sorry" Quaritch tries to eat slower. You get out of bed, and reach into your waist bag. "Look…I brought you some clothes. I'm not going to tell you whose it is…but it's going to look great on you" you place the clothes on the edge of the bed. Quaritch takes the clothes in his hands and looks at them. It was tiny for his taste. "What's this supposed to cover?" he asks, as you look at him curiously. You don't know what he is talking about for you it was normal clothes, spider laughs a little. "It's navi clothes" says spider seriously, looking at the man. "It looks like a stripper thong" says Quaritch, there is a silence between the two of you. Spider and you don't know what Quaritch is talking about. "I'm sorry… it's nothing. I'm just not used to this" Quaritch says, laughing uncomfortably.
"You don't like it?" you ask, he couldn't say the least bad thing to you. You had done so much for him, saving him from the forest. Healing him and now taking care of him. "It's strange…but it's nice." Spider laughs again, as he settles more on the ground. "Get changed…and I'll take those clothes. It's got blood on it, you're quick prey for some creatures" you say, getting up and leaving the hut. Spider follows you out, leaving Quaritch alone to change outfits. Miles looked again at the tiny piece you had given him, how he was going to arrange everything in there. You were petting your ilu hi'i, and next to you was spider. "He is very hurt" says spider, you look at him with concern. It was true, the burn wounds were very strong. The normal thing would be for mo'at to see him and cure him, but how were you going to take him to the village? It was almost impossible, your father would kill you. "Yes, I'm afraid his wounds will get infected. You think taking him to see mo'at…" spider tapped you on the shoulder. "You're crazy… no no no no" he says, getting up and shaking the sand off his legs.
"Y/N" shouted Quaritch, you get up and walk towards the hut. When you enter you see Quaritch, standing there. He didn't want to move much. "This is a little…awkward" he says shyly, settling one cheek of his butt with his hand. Spider couldn't contain his laughter, and neither could you. "It looks great on you," you say, leaning in closer to check out some burns you hadn't seen before. "You'll get used to it," says Spider, trying to comfort the man. You can tell that some of the wounds are quite swollen, and needed special care. "This looks pretty bad… why don't you rest. And I'll see what I can do. Tomorrow we'll be back" you speak, picking up a few things. "Look… here's some more food" spider brings more things, and puts them in the basket on the bed. "Thank you kid" Quaritch gives you a quality smile, and spider just shifts his gaze, rushing to your side.
"Please rest…I'll see what I can do." You say, as you start to leave the hut. Quaritch is so tired that he lies back down on the bed, his whole body aches and he was sure those wounds were bad. But he trusted you. You walked a little to the shore of the beach, to say goodbye to your ilu. "Hi'i take care of him!!!! Ok?" you give her a kiss, and walk to the ikran, to go back to the village with spider. You both stay silent on the road. When you arrive, spider gets off the ikran. "What are we going to do?" spider asks you. " I'm going to talk to mo'at…but" you say, complaining. Spider gives your hand a squeeze.
"I'm going to get the guys…when you decide to call me" spider says goodbye to you. You stand there thinking about what you were going to do, you adjust your clothes and walk to your family's hut to look for your baby. When you arrive at the hut, you see your father playing with noah't, they were playing with some paper ikran. They were the same ones you used when you were little. " Hello!!!" you say, and you see how your son laughs and raises his arms at the sight of you. "mommy is here!!!" jake lifts off the ground, taking noah't in his arms. Jake walks over to you and gives you noah't, the baby quickly hugs your neck breathing in your scent, he had that in common with neteyam. "Where were you?" jake asks, picking up the mess in the hut, "I was walking spider… it was nothing serious" you say, you think your answer was clever. Until you see jake turn and look at you.
"Honey…watch out" jake says, you giggle a little. " Dad…Please, spider is my friend" you say, as you reach over to take your dad's hand, pulling it down so he bends to your height so you can give him a kiss on the cheek. "Dad…thanks for taking care of noah't." jake hugs you, and gives noah't a kiss as he watches you leave the hut, walking to the area where mo'at was. You had to talk to her. You knew that if you did nothing, Quaritch would take a turn for the worse. You approach, and see that she is alone. This is the best time, but you don't know how to approach her.
"My child…what's wrong?" says mo'at as she continued to work with some herbs. How the hell did she know you were there. You were hoping she wouldn't notice you and you could return to your home. You decide to go inside and sit quietly with noah't between your legs. The baby quickly begins to crawl towards mo'at, his great-grandmother loved him so much. The woman took his arm, settling her great-grandson next to her, and handing him some tool to play with. "What are you going to ask me?" says mo'at looking up to confront you. You remain silent for a moment, until you decide to speak.
"Mo'at… eywa always does things with a purpose" you speak timidly. The woman stops what she is doing, and pays attention to you. "It doesn't matter if the person was ever bad" you whisper, trying not to let mo'at quite hear. Mo'at slides down a little, to take your hand and squeeze it for a moment. "My child… who are you helping?" mo'at is looking straight at you, you had no escape.
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@neytirisgf @meivap @gamorxa @nuttyrebelflower @lovelyygirl8 @allenparkermin03 @lucero-ksb-blog @neteyamforlife @btslovergirl12 @nuttyrebelflower @artologia-blog1 @sloppierjewel @queen-dk
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Platonic spider x male reader who is kinda like experimental reader except he has black tattoos all around his body and long at hair that reaches his back and stuff, reader has adapted nicely and has a life style like the navi but stays in solitude trying to use the materials in pandora to become as advanced as the stuff on earth, and until spider comes along they both get attached since there is no other humans and teaches spider how to play chess and tells stories of Norse mythology (I really like them :))
𝖠𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖲𝗉𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖬𝖺𝗅𝖾! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋. 𝖯𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼. 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝟤.
IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER!!! I went with school on a trip for a week and later on, I had lots of exams, homeworks and projects. So I apologise again, and I hope you like it. ♡
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ
After living with Spider for several months, you were just like his father. He had thought of telling you about his father's thing, that he is a clone and so on, but he never found the right moment.
Right now Spider was observing how Kiri was taking care of Lo'ak's wounds, he got a huge kick in the ass, anyway, Lo'ak.
- Do you want some kisses on the wounds? - the human approaches the Na'vi turning his head. The blue being simply replies with a - Fuck u man, I fell down because you told me to go to the right, was it an evil plan to dislocate my neck? - Kiri rolls her eyes at her brother's assumptions, which were not very coherent. Spider simply played along and they continued to argue. Until Kiri decided to make the conversation more interesting.
- Spider. - the boy looks at Kiri, Lo'ak just keeps quiet. - When do you plan to tell you-know-who about your father? - Spider tensed and looked to the side.
- Don't know. I never find the time to tell him, I just don't know how he's going to take it… - Spider looks at the ground, Kiri and Lo'ak look at him already knowing what to answer.
- Y/N is the most understanding and intelligent person you can find, do you really think he won't understand you? -
- Mmh. I wish Dad was like that with us… - Lo'ak whispered quietly, Kiri and Spider remained silent.
- I'll see what I do… - he changes the subject quickly, he'll figure out what to do on the way, after all they are right, why would you get angry or upset? - Anyway, Y/N has taught me how to play chess. And wow, it's really hard to beat him. He's too smart. - sits just the brothers and they listen, the Sullys love to hear Spider when he talks about you, his eyes sparkle and he's always smiling, they're glad to know you make him so happy.
- What's the game about? - Kiri asks with a smile and Lo'ak while still in his bubble.
- It's a board with squares. Each opponent has eight pieces and it's about eliminating the other's pieces. His pieces are from… Mmh - shit, names of cultures, he always has trouble remembering the names. - Ah! Yes! Basque, Basque pieces. I like those, they're shaped like humans. He also has the Nordic chess ones but… it's harder. - Lo'ak looks at Spider with an annoyed look on his face. - I'm learning! - Spider pushes Lo'ak's shoulder, just like Kiri he just laughs.
Spider had so many things to comment on, he almost forgot the most important thing. Your advanced technology projects with Pandora's natural materials. - Mmh. Do you guys know if any of Pandora's materials have the ability to produce energy? Like humans do? - Kiri and Lo'ak looked thoughtfully at the human. They knew about your projects and wanted to help you, so sometimes they indirectly ask their grandmother and parents about powerful materials, then tell Spider and he tells you. - We'll ask Dad later. - Spider got up and said goodbye. The brothers said goodbye and looked at each other, they understood each other at once, they know you will appreciate Spider's honesty.
Spider, on the other hand, was nervous, he started sweating and didn't know whether to tell you. By the time he realized it, he had arrived at your sweet abode. There you were, sitting there waiting, reading a book, next to the chessboard. You looked at him with a warm smile, he was happy to see you glad and sat down across from you. You started the game, Spider was concentrated from the beginning but little by little he got more and more distracted, he looked so worried that he was sweating. That's when you stopped. - Spider. Are you okay, little one? - you ask him and put your hand on his arm, Spider just looked at you static. His hands were sweating and he was stuttering.
- I-I have to tell you something… I should have told you when we first met, but… it's hard, it's hard even for me to accept. - You answered with a nod and sat down next to him. - My real father is Quarich Miles. My real name is Miles Socorro. Spider is the nickname I got from the Sullys. I'm sorry to tell you now and ruin the moment, but- - you cut him off. It didn't matter to you, it was shocking that he was the son of the most psychopathic person in Pandora, but Spider surely isn't like that. You knew he would never be like him.
- It's all right. I don't care, I'm still going to love you. Because you are my boy. Miles or not Miles, you are who you decide to be. - You tousled his dreadlocks and Spider hugged you with all his strength, he was thanking Eywa for sending you into his life.
The day went by, you were in your hammock with a small blanket. You told him stories of the Vikings, Spider listened and ran his fingers over your black tattoos.
- Freya is the one you like the most? - Spider asked tracing the tattoos.
- That's right. - Spider asked "why?" - She was manifested by humans because she brought regeneration and freedom, as well as fertility, love, lust and beauty. - Spider looked at you with encouragement to keep talking, so you did. - She has wavy golden hair and brown eyes, her skin is as white as snow and she also moved around with a chariot pulled by two big cats: Trjegul and Bygul. She also had a boar, Hildisvini, which acted as a protective talisman in wars. She was a warrior and in her palace, in Asgard, she sheltered half of the soldiers fallen in combat.
- It's very you, that's why you like her so much. - The young boy chuckled under his breath and yawned. - Now… let's go to sleep, I'm exhausted. - You nodded and cuddled together, until you both fell asleep.
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Close | Max Rockatansky x gn!reader
Anonymous asked: Max Rockatansky:
Alrighty! You caught me at the perfect time, I was taking a break so let's have an onslaught of requests!! Enjoy! And I hope everything's going alright with you, my friend 💓.
May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for Max Rockatansky X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:
"Don't let go" + "Please tell me you're joking"
Thank you so much 🖤!
🐍anon
summary: you and Max come across an unlikely thing that would - if Max would let it - be a decent companion. but Max has other, much more important, things in mind.
tws: arachnids (Australian scorpions, to be exact), swearing
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Squatting beside you with his heels planted firmly in the sand, Max eyed what you were doing with great curiosity, his head tilted slightly to the side so that his blue eyes caught the dying sun ever so gently; small freckles of gold laced with navy.
His scruff was getting longer, getting to the point where the grey was becoming visible amongst the soft brown, but it only made him look more distinguished, dignified; he pursed his lips, clasping his hands between his legs, his elbows on his knees as he hummed and slowly nodded.
He didn’t know what the fuck you were doing, but he liked watching you work with your hands nonetheless. Paying great attention to the dirt beneath your fingernails and the hardened and rounded calluses on your palms and the pads of your fingers.
He liked watching your hands at work, seeing how you could put things together with them; but then he saw it, and he bit back the urge to grimace when he did so. Crawling on your hand, acting as if it were not the most vile of creatures in existence, was a scorpion; it was a golden colour, with rusted colour claws that were striped with dark brown.
Its body looked burnt slightly, a brownish grey like someone had dropped something hot on it and scorched it slightly; its tail nearly orange. Max shuffled back, shaking his head.
“What is that?”
You shrugged, letting the arachnid scuttle over your hands before it stopped and relaxed. “It’s a scorpion, Max, it ain’t gonna hurt you - it’s more scared of you than you are of it.”
Max huffed, clearly unhappy about the new mouth to feed. Another mouth to get water for, provide shelter. Two was enough. “Not scared.”
“So hold it,” you mused, extending your hand slowly as not to spook the poor arachnid. “Go on.”
Max grumbled, shaking his head as he got up, dusting the sand from his knees before he turned on his heel and started to head back to the truck; you smiled to yourself, digging a small and shallow scrape beneath a rock for the poor thing to scuttle under. You waited for it to settle itself in before you nodded curtly in its direction.
“Sorry, mate,” you hummed. “But Max… he’s not an arachnid person - I don’t think so anyway.”
Max glared at you as he leaned against the hot, burning metal of the truck, arms folded against his chest and a slight pout to his lips as he furrowed his brows and did his best not to itch where sweat was dripping down his lower back, neck and upper arms.
He could feel it cascading down his sides and his spine, settling in places where it irritated the skin and made him even more disgruntled; he huffed, unblinking even when you gave him a kiss on the scruffy cheek.
“It was just a little scorpion,” you told him with a soft laugh. “I don’t see the big deal.”
“More mouths to feed,” Max grumbled. “More mouths to water.”
“Oh, please tell me you’re joking,” you scoffed. “It’s a fucking twelve centimetre scorpion! It’s gonna drink fuck all water, and it’ll feed on all the spiders and shit that get in the car - if anything, it would have done us a fucking service!”
Max rolled his eyes, convinced as he grumbled under his breath and shook his head with disapproval; more than anything, you wanted to laugh. You wanted to call him an idiot and laugh at how silly he was being, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it as you leaned against the truck beside him, resting your head on his shoulder and letting your fingers entwine with his.
Trying not to smile when he gave your hand a small squeeze, hardly felt if it had not caused some dirt to crack against your fingers. You smiled, humming softly under your breath as you sighed heavily and closed your eyes for a moment.
“Don’t let go,” you told him quietly. “Whatever you do.”
He shook his head, murmuring too quietly for you to hear but you knew what he meant from the way he tilted his head so that it was against yours; Max never spoke much, he never told you how he felt about you - but he showed you enough that you never doubted it. Even just a handful of his gentle touches a week were more than enough than a thousand “I love you” confessions every day for years.
The quiet, unbothered moments where the biggest thing Max had to worry about was you running off and finding something to convince him to keep; a resemblance of a world long gone. Where friendship and kindness was all around when it was looked for. A world that had been slaughtered, torn down to its bones and stripped of its meat.
He hoped that there would be another incident, that you would find another scorpion or something that you were convinced would be a good idea to keep around. A reminder of a world that was never coming back; Max gave your hand another little squeeze, and did his best not to grin when you grumbled and tried to squirm closer to him.
The sun behind you, hot against your backs and boiling the metal, it didn’t matter anymore; a few more hours, and the moon would be up, and the night would be cooler and kinder.
Maybe then, Max would be able to do more than hold your hand and lean against you; maybe then, he could show you what you meant to him, what you always meant to him. He hoped so, he didn’t like the sound of having to sleep on the truck roof again, so far from you and only connected by your hand holding onto his limply.
He wanted to be close, he wanted to feel your body against his. Your skin pressed against his own, your breaths and how they grew more gentle as you slept.
He hoped the night would be kind.
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CALA - SON OF THE MOON AND SUN
AU/Canon Divergence Friendly - RULES
Follow From: @eunoiaastralwings
Other RP Blogs: @luthriel-tinuviel | @quiet-flower-wonderlings | @illicit-unknown-shadows | @tears-of-burden
Non-Tolkien: @shadow-hazehuntress | @spider-lily-droplets
Feel free to reach out – with an idea of your own
Artworks: Young Cala | Itilien x Cala | Cala Portrait
Ataresse: Cala
- q. light
Amilesse: Lómo
- q. twlight
Nicknames: -
Gender: Male
Visual Age: 25
Social Class: Maiar son, within the court of Oromë and Vána
Titles: Maiar son, guardian of the Lunar Eclipses.
Birth Order: Only Child, but sees and treats @quiet-flower-wonderlings (oc) as a little sister.
Weapons: swords, spears, archery
Magical Ability(s): light powers, he can control the blazing heat of light or it’s soothing cool healing powers. Can control Lunar eclipses too.
APPEARANCE:
Height: 7’5
Build: tall, athletic and muscled
Race/Ethnicity: Maiar son
Hair Color: sunny blonde hair, with tint of silvery moonlight
Eye Color: Navy blue
Skin: Olive tanned
Types of Clothes: Mostly robes and his hunting gears (unfortunetely he lacks a lot of fashion sense).
How do they wear their clothes: Neatly and very put together
Mannerisms: strict to the rules of propriety - scowls and lectures if anyone breaks them
Important/Usual Accessories: Crest or emblem of his parents
ABOUT:
Alignment: Lawful Good
Occupation: guardian of the eclipse
Canon Love Interest: Eönwë
RP Love Interests:
Oc Love Interest: @illicit-unknown-shadows
Multiship: Yes
Sexuality: panromantic demisexual
Likes: Reading books of knowledge and mysteries
Dislikes: Anyone breaking rules of propriety, sadistic intendencies
Fears: Morgoth and any of his followers - especially after Melkor tried to make his mother follow him or become his wife.
Favorite Colors: Bright and cool colors
Literature: books of knowledge and mysteries.
Hobbies: healing, reading, hunting.
Favorite Childhood Memory: Learning how to use his powers with the help of his parents and how they come together with form eclipses.
Least Favorite Memory: When Melkor tried to take his mother.
PERSONALITY:
Personal Triggers: Any mention of Melkor trying to wed his mother.
What words or phrases do they over use: “Lights, can it get any worse. . .” or “There are rules one must follow.”
Are they more optimistic or pessimistic: Optimistic mostly, but tended to be more pessimistic after witnessing Melkor trying to ravish his mother and take her as his wife. But slowly optimistic again, knowing his mother was safe with him and his father; that she protected herself.
Love Language: Acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation and physical touch.
Strongest Character Trait: honesty and his loyalty.
Weakest Character Trait: Can be timid at times.
Greatest Fear: Morgoth coming after his mother again.
Overrated Virtue: Prudence and solemnity
If they could change one thing about themselves: His fear or having to witness Melkor almost ravishing his mother. Even though she protected herself, he feels guilty he was not able to do something.
Songs: Don't look back in anger by Oasis, Aching Alchemy of Souls ost by Kassy
#cala#the silmarillion#silm oc#silmarillion oc#the silm#the silm fandom#original character#Lómo#pinned post#ainur oc#aniur#valar
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I don’t give a damn how long the fic is…LET US READ THAT AMAZING PIECE OF ART🤬…please☺️
I don't know about piece of art but it is coming along nicely. I love spoiling Spider. But this piece did make me realize that not only is this the first time writing for Spider but also the first human x Na'vi fic I have ever written!
Thank you for your excitement, baby<3
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INTRODUCTION
Hello<3
You may call me Navy, im not new to writing nor tumblr but this is my first time posting on tumblr so please bear with me while I get use to everything.
Before I do get into my rules and what I write about, let me tell you about myself so you know what kind of person you’re dealing with.
I am a 16 year old African American/Jamaican American (if that makes any sense). I’m a self proclaimed artist, I love food, I’m inconsistent but I do love writing and reading, I’m a grammar freak unless I’m texting or doing stuff like this, I love reading complex storylines that have you immersed consistently which is what I’m going to try to do for y’all, I’ve been writing for about 4-5 years maybe, I’m really only hyper fixated in Spider-Man right now but I’ve been in many many fandoms, and I love animals.
Anyway, onto the actual important stuff.
My writing is mainly for the black kings and queens of my community but I do not mind writing about other races if asked. Overall everybody is welcome but writing about something I can relate to more is just more comfortable for me, hope you can understand.
Rules are quite important to me and it’s only fair if the reader and the writer both have rules they have to follow, just hear me out.
My expectations/rules:
• Do not just drop a series without a heads up (I have problems with inconsistency or getting bored)
• Take everybody’s request to mind
• Stick to one story at a time
• Most if not all my writings are written with quality and love
• Don’t rush anything
• Do not disrespect any cultures or communities
• Do research before entering unknown territory (if I’m writing about a culture I’m not familiar with)
• Treat everybody as if they are friends and family
Readers expectations/rules:
• Don’t be weird
• Don’t ask for anything I’m not comfortable with
• Don’t ask anything too personal (address🤨)
• criticism is welcomed just don’t be mean about it
• Be patient with me (please)
• Absolutely don’t be shy to send request
See what I mean? Cool, now onto what I do write about
Anime’s
Demon slayer
Tokyo Revengers
Jujutsu Kaisen
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Video games
Fnaf (yes ik 🙄)
Red Dead Redemption 2
GTA
The Last Guardian
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Movies/Shows
Across/Into the spiderverse
Arcane
All Dogs Go To Heaven
If you have more topics you’d be interested in me writing let me know, these were just off the dome.
Other than topics I feel like character x reader is very important to discuss. All of my x reader characters are going to be female, male, or gender neutral pronouns. Female and Male pronouns are only for specific asks, gender neutral is gonna be the most common in my stories.
I will not be writing smut but I don’t mind heated/spicy moments. ABSOLUTELY THERE WILL BE AGNST AND DRAMA. GUARANTEED. Fluff every now and then ig😒
For religious purposes I will NOT write about anything demonic (Witches, Witchcraft, voodoo, etc), use of God’s name in vain (like “on God” or “ oh my God”), cussing a lot (keeping it to a minimum), drug use, or drinking.
The only somewhat demonic I’ll write about is x demon reader ONLY if the topic is about demon slayer.
I’m sorry if you can’t agree to those terms, I’m not making exceptions.
Last two things, firstly, like I said, I’m an artist, I’ll post my drawings occasionally but you’ll never find my oc(original character) in any of my writing works cuz those are strictly separate. Secondly, im not the type to jazz up my writings with pictures or anything like that, I care more about the quality of the writing not the presentation.
I think that’s about it
Again, if you have any requests for me I’ll definitely take them. My mind is completely blank right now.
Have any questions? Ask
See ya babes
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Guests in the forest
Jake x reader x neytiri
Enemies from fifteen years ago had retuned and now were back for another fight, but it seems like the clans of forest to mountains were not giving up the fight. When the rda had thought they had the upper hand they had been proven wrong, over and over again as the great mother children were going to fight for their families and homes. It seems like the RDA had gone to most places on pandora, trying to gain confidence for their own selfish needs some alliance had been to help with the war, as the rda was trying to destroy everything. Everyone on pandora knew to seek out the omatacayia clan, if you are ever in trouble and they will come to help those in needed.
Jake " if we keep on these lands we will be good as it seems like the rda, has refused to go any further"
tsu'tey "it seems like the great mother will not allow them to go any further as they are demons on her land"
neytiri " tsu'tey is right the great mother is once again on our side"
norm " that good we also have made ways to defend the forest as well"
y/n " this all had started happening after the great fire, as life has become back to the forest nature and creatures life as well"
neytiri " you are right ma y/n"
Jake " we can make more battle plans and share them with the other clans, so they know what to do in crisis"
mo'at " it seems like humans of the clans have been able to proven themselves as true allies to everyone"
max " well it good to know we are on good terms with others clan after all that happened"
moat " you all become one of the people but it good now to see other can see that as well" everyone had smiled and nodded their heads at mo'at words.
max " well we are going to make sure to keep our homes safe no matter what happens"
y/n " yes we have to do this for the children and future generations"
neytiri " yes ma y/n" you had laughed getting a smile from neytiri, you had soon exceed yourself to go attend to the children and some other task as well.
warrior " y/n your older kids and spider had ran off together to deal with a task for toruk makto, and I think little tuk was with her play group"
y/n " thank you"
warrior " your welcome" you had walked away from the warrior as you were going to go find tuk, if she with the play group that will mean they are being watched by one care takers.
y/n " well that least I know where my youngest is right now" you had walked towards where the young kids, will be play during this time of the day to see none of the kids there.
navi " y/n"
y/n " hello I came to see tuk I heard she was with the play group, but I can't find her or and did the kids go play elsewhere"
young female navi " umm you see they are playing around here but are playing hide and seek, with each other and right now it ...."
young male navi " I can't find them anywhere how far do you think they got when we were .... oh hello y/n" some other care takers and other warrior and hunter had came rushing, with panic and worry on their faces but they soon saw you and stopped dead in their tracks.
y/n " Okay I'm going to ask this very nicely where is my daughter and the other kids"
young female navi " well you see we had been watching them "
young male navi 2 " as it was our task and responsibilities for the day along with it being apart our training"
young female navi 3 " yes we at the moment they are playing hide and seek and we can't seem to find them, or maybe they are playing a small prank"
y/n " I'm tried of all these excuses and by the looks of you all and surroundeds it seems like, you all are lying so tell me now or there will be much bigger problems"
young female navi " we were watching them and decided to have some fun as there was noting happening today"
young male navi " when we went back to the kids to check up on them they were all gone"
y/n " so you deiced to drop your responsibilities for the day as you had yesterday off as the other kids watched the play groups"
group " yes"
y/n " I'm going to find the kids"
young female navi 4 " we will come with you"
y/n " no you are going to head back home and walk all the where back to village, calling a meeting with my mate and all the parents and tell them what has happened along with the clan"
group " ....."
y/n " you all need to take responsibility for what has happen here today and you will tell them everything, Jake and neytiri will come after you tell them everything"
group " ......"
y/n " go now and be honest with the truth of what has happened" the group had nodded their heads, as you shake your head and sighed this was bad new. You soon started looking around find a toy dropped leading towards deeper into the forest.
y/n " oh great mother keep them safe please" you had soon raced off follow any hints of the kids passing by anywhere, you had found some foot tracks and followed them. It had taken you a while as you walked deeper into the forest.
y/n " they most be around here somewhere"
???? " don't worry our clan can help you"
???? " thank you young ones"
???? " you are welcome" you had heard the voice of kids and these voices you knew so well.
????? " how much longer do you think we will need to walk"
???? " a while longer but it will be okay if we stay on this path, that what my mama had told me" you had knew the voice very well it belonged to tuk.
????? " your mama is very wise women" you had made a call as you waited for a response, it seems like the group stopped moving as they heard the call. Soon the call had bene retuned by tuk and the other kids.
y/n " children" you had soon came out of hiding see the children along with some other navi as well.
tuk " mama" tuk had ran towards you with the other kids you smiled see them.
tuk " mama it good to see you"
y/n " hello my daughter"
tuk " we were playing today and ran into some strangers"
navi boy " yes we ran into them as we were playing a games, and saw them they seem lost"
navi girl " so we help them like you and our parents told us to do"
navi girl 2 " yes that is true"
tuk " they are looking for dad mama so we came to bring them toward the village"
y/n " wow that is alot"
????? " hello"
y/n " hello"
tonowari " Im tonowari and this is my family and clan we have come here seeking refuge and help"
y/n " hello tonowari and I see you I'm y/n and I can help you and your clan get to the village"
tonowari " thank you and I see you y/n"
ronal " you are a dreamwalker"
y/n " yes and my daughter here among other kids have parents just like me"
ronal " umm so the stories are true"
y/n " yes my mates will be able to help you all but we need to get to the clan right away"
tonowari " yes"
tuk " are we in trouble for wonder off we were playing but one the older kids had tossed the ball, and told us to go play and we listen to them"
y/n " it okay we can talk more about this later honey now come on, we need to get going before trouble comes I will send word to your father ... if I can ... nope not working good" the kids had laughed a bit along with the other group kids.
tuk " yes mama"
y/n " lead them over there shade will be good and it will keep all of us covered" the kids had nodded their heads and lead the group towards where you told them.
Later on
tonowari " thank you for allow us to come with you and the children" it had gotten later in the day with taking breaks here and there for everyone.
y/n " your welcome help had been asked and it will be given"
ronal " the clan has hidden well from the eyes of those demons"
y/n " yes the rda had burned down some of our home and we needed to move, but the forest is growing back"
Tsireya " your home is very beautiful"
y/n " thank you" soon a another call had heard getting everyone attention,
Jake " tuk y/n"
tuk " dad"
kids " dads/moms" jake along with some other warrior went towards the group of children embracing their kids in hugs.
Jake " honey we had been told of everything that happened ... it seems like we have guest"
y/n " yes this tonowari and his clan from the reef they have come here seeking help"
Jake " hello I see you tonowari"
tonowari " i see you Jake sully"
Jake " come with us and we can talk more about this"
tonowari " thank you" the group soon head off towards the village after more walking they soon reached the village.
neytiri “ tuk ma y/n” Neytiri had raced towards the group and embraced her child and mate, a few others were behind her hugging their kids.
Jake “ it seems like y/n and found them along with some guests”
most “ you are all reef Navi”
tonowari “ yes the sky people had come for us and we came here asking for help”
ronal “ the children who found us and y/n told us you can help us”
moat “ yes we can as it the will of eywa we will give you everything you need and we can talk later” everyone had nodded their heads if seems like the guests who came into the forest, will soon become friends and allies againts the fight with the RDA. It was not going to be an easy journey for everyone, but it will be beneficial in the end as they might be a final end to the trouble that has been caused by the RDA.
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For anyone interested in me making Headcannons, here are the characters I am willing to do them for.
I do Creepypasta, The Legend Of Zelda, Attack On Titan, Demon slayer, Hunter X Hunter, and Mortal Kombat.
Creepypasta:
Male->
- Laughing Jack
- Eyeless Jack
- Jason the Toymaker
- BEN Drowned/ Benjamin Lawman
- Nathan the Nobody
- Jeff the Killer/ Jeffrey Woods
- Liu Woods/ Homicidal Liu/ Sully
- Bloody Painter/ Helen Otis
- Masky/ Tim Wright
- Hoodie/ Brian Thomas
- Ticci Toby/ Tobias Erin Rodgers
- Zalgo
- Slenderman
- Splendorman
- Trenderman
- Offenderman
- Kagekao
- Herobrine
- Surrenderman
- Hobo Heart
- Candypop
- Black Eyed Children
- Glitchy Red
- Scissormouth
- Smiling man
- X Virus
- Dr. Smiley
- Puppeteer
- Will Grossman
- Lost Silver
Female->
- Jane Everlasting
- Nina the Killer
- Lulu
- Sally Williams
- Lazari Swann
- Nurse Ann
- Judge Angel/ Dina
- Kate The Chaser
- Clockwork
- Zero
- Stripes
- Suicide Sadie
- Sadiya
- Kris Nelar
- Mary Vaughn
- Hachisukasama
- Laughing Jill
- Rouge
Monster->
- Rake
- Smiledog.jpg
- Seed Eater
- Mr. Widemouth
- Grinny Cat
- Glitchy Red
- Sonic.EXE
- Skin Taker
- SCP 173
- Red
- Pinkemania
- Momo
- Teki Teki
- Tails Doll
Legends Of Zelda:
Male->
- Link (Any)
- King Rauru (Totk)
- Ganondorf/ Ganon
- Robbie
- Master Kohga
- Sidon
- Deku Tree
- Tulin
- Teba
- King Dorephan
- Yunobo
- Beedle
- Sheik?
- Shad
- Colin
- Dark Link
- Shadow Link
- Ghirahim
- Happy Mask Salesman
- Revali
- Tael
- Zant
Female->
- Zelda (Any)
- Princess Midna
- Princess Mipha
- Queen Sonia
- Purah
- Yona
- Mineru
- Impa
- Paya
- Riju
- Buliara
- Navi
- Great Fairies
- Nabooru
- Princess Ruto
- Saria
- Tatl
-Urbosa
Animal/ Beasts:
- Chickens
- Epona
- Bokoblins
- Keese
- Horoblins
- Lizalfo
- Hestu
- Korok
- Demise
- Skull Kid
Attack On Titan:
Male->
- Levi Ackerman
- Connie Springer
- Eren Jeager
- Armin Arlert
- Grisha Jeager
- Zeke Jeager
- Porco Galiard
- Falco Grice
- Bertholdt Hoover
- Reiner Braustess
- Erwin Smith
- Marco Bodt
- Moblit
- Farlan
- Kenny Ackerman
- Kitz
- Dot Pyxis
- Hannes
- Keith Shadis
- King Fritz
- Nicolo
- Jean Kirschtein
- Onyankopon
- Floch Forster
Female->
- Mikasa Ackerman
- Yelena
- Sasha Braus
- Ymir (both)
- Petra
- Dina Fritz
- Hange Zoë
- Isabel
- Zofia
- Kiyomi Azumabito
- Carla Jeager
- Kuchel Ackerman
- Annie Leonheart
- Pieck Finger
Demon Slayer:
Male->
- Tanjiro Kamado
- Inosuke Hashibira
- Zenitsu Agatsuma
- Tengen Uzui
- Sanemi Shinuzugawa
- Giyu Tomioka
- Kagaya
- Obanai Iguro
- Gyomei
- Kyojuro Rengoku
- Muichiro Tokito
- Urokodaki
- Genya Shinuzugawa
- Yushiro
- Muzan Kibutsuji
- Rui
- Kokushibo
- Senjuro Rengoku
- Tanjuro Kamado
- Tecchin Tecchikawahara
- Kotetsu
- Hotaru Haganezuka
- Yoriichi
- Douma
- Akaza
- Hantengu
- Gyokko
- Gyutaro
- Daki
- Enmu
Female->
- Kanae Kocho
- Mitsuri Kanroji
- Amane
- Shinobu Kocho
- Kanao Tsuyuri
- Aoi Kanzaki
- Sumi Nakahara
- Kiyo Terauchi
- Naho Takada
- Nezuko Kamado
- Lady Tamayo
- Spider demon Mother
- Spider Demon Daughter
- Biwa lady/ Nakime
- Hinatsuru
- Makio
- Suma
Hunter x Hunter:
Male:
- Gon Freecs
- Killua Zoldyck
- Milluki Zoldyck
- Master Wing
- Zushi
- Isaac Netero
- Pariston Hill
- Ging Freecs
- Morel
- Hisoka Morrow
- Illumi Zoldyck
- Hanzo
- Kite
- Knov
- Shalnark
- Geretta
- Tonpa
- Zeno Zoldyck
- Silva Zoldyck
- Gotoh
- Kiriko
- Mike???
- Chrollo Lucilfer
- Kastro
- Feitan
- Phinks
- Franklin
- Bonolenov
- Omokage
- Uvogin
- Kortopi
- Razor
- Bloster
- Pokkle
- Meruem
- Shaiapouf
- Menthuthuyoupi
- Meleoron
- Welfin
- Cheetu
- Leol
- Zazan
- Koala
- Flutter
- Rammot
- Ikalgo
- Knuckle
- Shoot
Female:
- Alluka/ Nanika Zoldyck
- Biscut Krueger
- Neferpitou
- Cheadle Yorkshire
- Melody
- Palm Siberia
- Anita
- Ponzu
- Aunt Mito
- Kikyo Zoldyck
- Kalluto Zoldyck
- Amane
- Canary
- Tsubone
- Machi
- Shizuku
- Pakunoda
- Neon Nostrade
- Reina/ Shidore
- Komugi
- Hina
Mortal Kombat:
Male-
- Kung Lao
- Kenshi Takahashi
- Liu Kang
- Johnny Cage
- Bi-han
- Kuai Liang
- Raiden
- Rain
- Kano
- Smoke
- Shang Tsung
-Reptile
- Geras
- Jax
Female-
- Mileena
- Kitana
- Sindel
- Tanya
- Sonya Blade
- Cassie Cage
- Ashrah
- D'vorah
- Nitara
And these are whom I'm willing to make headcannons of. If you request any of these characters and I will happily make a headcannon of them as you request.
#creepypasta#creepy#funny#pasta#headcannons#legend of zelda#hunter x hunter#hxh#anime#story#attack on titan#aot#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#shingeki no kyojin#online#fandom#fanmade
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Easy Prey
Summary: Direct sequel to Jerk. Ring or not, August promised himself that he will make you his, in whatever mean possible and he kept that promise.
Pairing: August Walker x Reader (2nd person pov)
Word count: 1.6K
Warnings: 18+, dark, kidnapping, bondage, dubious consent, teasing, dirty talk, gunplay (yeah add this to the list of kinks I gave you), sweet degradation and praise.
A/N: You thought August is going to sweet talk this one, didn’t you? Surprise! This was a short drabble brought by a prompt, turned into a one-shot and then my beta @agniavateira suggested this as a sequel to Jerk before I posted. Since most of you may be in a thanksgiving dinner tomorrow, enjoy my own early b-day gift to you! Many thanks to @wondersofdreaming and @sapphirescrolls who convinced me to post this.
Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed. Your feedback is my fuel. 🖤
Easy Prey
August Walker lived his life swinging between the two sharp edges of a sword; but then, how could he not? He had to maintain a handsome prime-alpha male reputation while hiding his true cruel nature masked beneath mist and shadows.
It took everyone by surprise once it was revealed that the slick, charming agent was a vicious, Armani-wearing monster. A hard-to-swallow pill for most, but these two diverse entities were always one and the same:
August Walker was John Lark the way darkness followed light.
And how unfortunate it was of you to be lured into the spider’s web, stunned by the beauty of the pearly silk; you’ve gotten too close and had your limbs caught in the sticky threads. Now captured, you’ve earned yourself a taste of August’s sweet toxin yourself.
Fear wasn’t even close to the sensation that was gnawing in your gut.
The suite was cosy; a sleepy fire crackled in the mantle, shy beams of maple light kissed your bare breasts while you laid upon the softest pillows. It felt like a sinister joke compared to the ropes charring the supple flesh of your wrists. August had you stripped of any remnants of protection of course, save for the little jewellery circling your finger which he eyed with a blank stare that screamed in its contained silence.
Fully clothed, he stood at the fore of the bed, wearing a blue three-piece suit as if he was attending a royal wedding. A magnum was clutched in his right hand and a dagger in the other. The calmness and elegance of his appearance only made you arch and grunt in your fruitless attempts to set yourself free.
“Ropes too tight, angel?” He hummed, his voice so pleasant it felt like your lungs were floating in a void. His crystal-pale gaze dawdled upon you, invading beneath the skin, penetrating the warm crease between your legs which you fought to keep shut.
He felt it, or maybe even smelled the arousal that wafted at his direction and chanted his name.
“I’d save my strength if I were you. We’ve already proven that no one can hear your screams and we have a long night ahead of us.”
His words covered the bones of your spine with a thick layer of frost and in your searing throat, a bitter substance reemerged. Screwing your eyes shut, you wished more than anything for this to be a nightmare; but every time the binds twisted about your hands, you remembered the dreadful meaning behind the pain.
It was there to remind you of the harsh slap that was reality.
August tilted his head, a smile beginning to spread from each corner of his mouth: all pleasant and charming as if this was nothing but a couple’s naughty getaway.
“You can’t wake up from this, this is not a dream… or a nightmare, depends on your disobedience,” he assured, boding a sudden hollow in your chest. “Now, which one do you prefer? The knife or the gun?”
“Fuck you!”
Defiant, you gathered yourself to scream a trembling cry, sending your legs to kick the mattress in a hopeless fight. Only it made things worse as August was able to spot the little dew-kissed orchid between your legs, glistening-wet with invitation.
Flicking a tongue over his upper lip, he crept close. His broad shoulders strained, his posture that of an elegant predator; as you saw the large outlines of his heavy cock stretching his navy-blue trousers, even hatred and horror couldn’t mask the pang of need that shot through your core.
Despite the panic, the traitorous instinct of life whispered of undisclosed, primal lust. You wished so badly you could fight or hide it, but alas there was no hiding from August. He could sense it, see it, and even taste it on his wicked tongue.
“Gun then,” he answered and slid the knife back into the holster in his belt.
Your breath hitched as the mattress dipped beneath his weight, and you watched paralysed as he aimed the gun between your legs. Strong tremors coursed along your skin and your knees buckled and wobbled as the cold metal touched you; and yet, in that very moment, you did the impossible and moaned.
“Has it been that long since you had a dick inside you?” August observed with a vicious grin crisping his lips. It made his moustache twitch almost comically.
“Don’t worry sweet angel, we’ll fix that soon.”
Pushing the gun between your kneecaps, he forced them open and ran the barrel feverishly down your inner thighs. The metal was freezing against your flesh, eliciting little tingles to spiral beneath the tender brush. Gasping, you looked away from him ashamed. You were terrified, not just of him, but from how much the wanton centre of your sex clenched from his ministrations.
You were bound and kidnapped by a dangerous man, and yet in your mind played the sick fantasies of him unbuckling his belt and giving you his full girth hard and wild.
“You will soon have me in every hole,” August continued with a promise on his honeyed lips while lowering the brim of the weapon perilously close to your radiating heat and toying with the sensitive area teasingly. “I will make it hurt real bad, you’ll feel me there for days if not more,” he hummed and swerved the barrel between your engorged lips.
“Please!” You gasped and writhed away slightly, tugging on the binds that began chafing your delicate skin. August raised his glare to meet your pleading eyes and leaned forward, his shadow looming over you entirely. Reaching one hand to your nape, he clutched you forcefully while his icy glare pierced right through your skull.
Slow and sensual he began to run the gun between your soft petals, gingerly grazing the hard shaft at the plump peak of flesh that made you cry out with both pleasure and despair.
“Aww...” He keened and groaned. Never stopping his coaxing of your cunt with the still object, his breath huffed hot upon your cheek as he rounded his beautiful lips in faux pity. “Poor helpless little butterfly.”
Crying and dazed, you stared directly into his eyes. Words of plea kept running caged inside your head, unable to make their way out while you watched August’s large shoulder move back and forth. The movement resulting in the unwanted pleasure. Back and forth, he stroked you, gradually increasing the pace, and not without style even. Ruthless, August was keen on making you come.
You weren’t even sure what it was that you begged for at that point.
Grunts and sobs escaped your throat unwillingly. You squirmed and pushed against it, your body craving for more: not just for the rough friction that tingled at your cunt but also at the large bulge visible at his groin. The more rapture began to creep through your flowing tendons, the further you sank into delirium, wondering how he would feel like buried deep between your tight walls, fucking you the way only someone who has no boundaries would.
“Fuck!” You screamed, grinding against the metal while August leaned even closer and kissed the corner of your mouth before groaning and moaning at your lips. His hand worked hard between your thighs, the cold barrel now warm, the hollow edge coated with your elixir.
The wall of your protests crumbled as the simmering surge of climax began pushing itself down your belly, leaving you teetering between self-loathing and ecstasy.
“That’s right my beautiful butterfly, I’ll pluck your wings,” August promised in a husky whisper, watching you as you coiled and cried louder, your walls convulsing tightly around a sad, empty space as you came. If only you didn’t wish it was August choked between them instead.
As you slumped down, sweaty and breathless, he drawled a growl of content and slowly withdrew the gun to hold it next to your shivering face.
“I swear, Sloan’s assistants keep getting sluttier every year; the last one I fucked had a thing for me choking her,” he mocked while grazing the wet barrel against your cheek, “do you think you’d be into that too, sweetling? My hand around your throat?”
Rounding your eyes in utter fear, you swallowed the dryness in your throat. August sighed with a malicious little grin while twisted awe danced between the blue, sparkling sapphires that examined you ecstatically, so fascinated by how easily he managed to break and bend you to his will.
Still holding the neck of the gun pressed next to your cheek, he reached the other hand above your head. A part of you was relieved for a moment, thinking he was about to untie the bind.
But your hope quickly died as you felt his fingers rolling the ring that decorated your finger.
The diamond reflected onto the deep blue of his eyes as he examined it closely before throwing it directly into the fireplace.
“No!” You cried out brokenly, as the last memory of your old life disappeared in flames.
“Save your tears beautiful,” August retorted, his voice once again so soft it chilled your very core. He shifted his entire weight between your straddled thighs, and leaned in to kiss the wetness below your eye, “you won’t be needing it anymore.”
His tongue slipped out to collect the briny liquid that gathered on your cheek, and another hum of delight rumbled in his chest as his covered cock unmistakably ground against your mound, “I am your man from now on, might as well accept it and let me do whatever I want.”
Shivering under him, you took a deep breath, your body already swaying in demand as you felt him throbbing beneath the soft fabric of his pants. To your own horror, your head fell into a slow nod of shameful consent.
It wasn’t just August you were afraid of, but also for yourself.
#henry cavill#August Walker#august walker x reader#henry cavill x reader#august walker fanfiction#august walker x you#dark!fanfiction
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Hellooooo love your work ♥️ I was wondering if you can do a scenario where y/n is trying to show off to the boys and fails miserably
PAIRS: Neteyam, Loak, Spider, Quaritch, Lyle, Jake, Tsu'tey X Reader (It can be human, or navi)
Note: I chose my favorite characters, but the male version. If you want me to do the female version let me know!!!
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NETEYAM:
I think this would happen in a training session. And noticing that a girl was approaching neteyam, you decided to do something about it. You weren't very good with a bow, but you were going to make it work.
You positioned yourself closer to neteyam's sight. Neteyam stops talking to the woman in front of him for a moment and pays attention to you. "Neteyam…. bet this arrow is going straight into that tree" you say as you take your supposed best shot. For your bad luck, the arrow literally fell to the ground, about 2 feet away from your feet. You can hear the laughter behind you. "Good shot" you hear neteyam's voice. You don't turn your head, you take your arrow and walk to wherever, but away from neteyam.
LOAK:
You would be swimming with tsireya and ao'nung. You can see how loak is always praising how well tsireya swims, and how she can pirouette in the water with ease.
So you try to do it, of course you could barely hold your breath for about 4 minutes. Which caused you to swallow water when you were doing a spin in the water. You came up to the surface coughing and almost died. Loak would make fun of you, as would ao'nung. Tsireya would try to help you. Loak was making fun of you for a whole week.
SPIDER:
Let's talk about your failed attempt to imitate the kiri cut. You know that spider is attracted to kiri, or so you think. So you decide to cut and style your hair like kiri.
Causing it to look like a big ikran nest. No one said anything, everyone thought you were trying to do something new. It wasn't until you walked into the lab and spider saw you. The boy couldn't help but laugh, you looked so ribiculous. "What's wrong with your hair?" asks spider, trying to touch it. "You don't like it?" you say cockily. "No… it looks like it's going to come to life any minute" spider teases.
Kiri ends up helping you untangle what you did.
QUARITCH:
They were all training in the gym. Quaritch was with lyle, and manks. They were training with the weights. Sometime during the week you had heard that he liked women who trained.
So you decided to go show off, how hard you worked out and all that shit. Earning you laughs from lyle and Manks. "Y/N you just signed up yesterday" says lyle, tapping you on the shoulder. " Shut up…that's not true" you whine. " Sure it is…you were fighting with me. Saying the fee here was too expensive" Manks spits out the truth. While quaritch looks at you in shock.
Lyle comforts you in the dressing room.
LYLE:
You wanted to be lyle's "bro". That was your goal. You could see how close Zdog was to the man, you wanted that too. So you didn't miss the opportunity to make a fool of yourself.
Like when you were on a field mission, you were going through some branches, and out of nowhere you say "oorah" lyle would look at you with a face… my god, he wanted to die of embarrassment. You're sure that man won't talk to you for the rest of the month.
JAKE:
They were all talking on the communicators, all of them had very good nicknames. You wanted to have a nickname that Jake would think "wow."
But you came up with your great idea to say "hedgewhore reporting" jake was silent on the line. "Did you just call yourself a whore?" jake says, you stay quiet. Literally no one speaks, until laughter is heard.
TSU'TEY:
Literally everything you do is ridiculous, pointless and very very out of place for this man.
He would always be giving you that 'side eye'. Why are you trying so hard to get his attention, damn he knows you're there. From the moment you arrive you are screaming his name. The man would take you by the arm and sit you down next to him, telling you to "shut up".
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To celebrate Autism Awareness Month, I want you all to meet my new OC. This is Zachery (Zach).
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Zach was born to unnamed parents in North Carolina and at a year old, his biological parents noticed something wrong with him. After countless doctors visits, they have confirmed that Zach had Autism, more specifically Asperger’s Syndrome.
Now, keep in mind, Zach doesn’t remember a lot about his real parents but one memory always stuck with him. He was two when his biological mother took him to the airport. She told him that they were going to Disney World. After a while, Zach turned around from looking at the planes through the window, he noticed that his real mom wasn’t there.
The boy was frantic and spent days at the airport looking for her but to no avail until one day, a woman named Shannon, who was leaving North Carolina, saw the frightened boy and asked the security guard who he was and where he came from. Once Shannon learned his story, Shannon’s heart melted for the poor boy and after a few weeks, Shannon and her husband, Adam, adopted Zach into their lives, and the three of them became a family living in beautiful Sarasota, Florida.
Despite his diagnosis, they treated Zach as a neuro-typical person, but, they also gave him the help he needed for his Autism. By the time he was 2 1/2, he learned how to speak, read, and write, and under Shannon and Adam’s care, he grew up to keep surprising everyone around him, his parents, his teachers, and almost everyone he met.
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Name: Zachery Jacob-Dallas Clark
Nickname(s): Zach, Zacky, Z
Birthday: June 8th, 2004
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Skin Color: Light Medium Gold
Hair Color: Orange
Eye Color: Light Blue
Marking(s): Four Freckles on his Cheeks
Clothing: He wears a Mickey Mouse inspired long sleeved shirt that was red with beige sleeves, yellow lining, and a picture of Mickey’s head on it, navy colored jeans, and turquoise colored boots with sea green lining.
Likes: Trains, Drawing, Stop-Motion Animation, Disney, X-Men and Spider-Man, Writing, Singing, Ceramics, Funko Pops, Theme Parks, Comic Books, Crafting, Cooking, Mangas, Telling Jokes/Playing Gags, Dancing (especially tap dancing), Playing the Piano, Cosplay/Costume Design, Musicals, Puppets, Baseball, Bike Riding, Stuffed Animals, Puzzles
Dislikes: Pickles, My Little Pony, Loud Noises, Olives, Running on the Treadmill/Stairs Machine, Rollercoasters (the tall ones), Boy Bands, Ignorant People, Boy Bands, Changes in his Routine, Horror Movies, Bullying, Needles, Being Alone, Spicy Food, Sour Food, Thunderstorms
Personality: Introverted, Shy, Socially Awkward, Creative, Kind, Stubborn, Intelligent, Empathetic
Fact(s)
-He’s Autistic (specifically, he has Aspergers)
-He was left at an airport by his real parents and adopted by another family when he was two years old
-He started reading when he was two and a half
-His favorite animals are bears
-His favorite color is orange
-He’s always doodling in class
-Because of his love for reading and writing, he has a vast vocabulary
-He always carries around his sketchbook, which he had since he was three (hence the miss spelling of the word “property”)
-He has a stuffed monkey named Marvin which he’s had since he was two and it had been his source of comfort ever since, especially after his real parents left him at the airport
-He was diagnosed with Autism at one and a half years old
Favorite Movies
-Wolverine Vs. Hulk
-Space Jam 1&2
-A Bugs Life
-Free Guy
-Batman: The Mask of the Phantasm
-Wakko’s Wish
-The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh
-The Spongebob Squarepants Movie
-The Sony and MCU Spider-Man Trilogies
-Zootopia
-TMNT 2007
-The Lion King Trilogy
-Dragon Ball Movies
Favorite TV Shows
-X-Men: The Animated Series
-X-Men: Evolution
-The Wonderful World of Mickey Mouse
-Batman: The Animated Series
-Dragon Ball Z Kai
-Ultimate Spider-Man
-Tom and Jerry
-Family Matters
-Mickey Mouse Shorts (2013)
-X-Men: Anime
-Tailspin
-Making Fiends
-Animaniacs
-The Backyardigans
-Looney Tunes
-The Muppet Show
-Bill Nye the Science Guy
Favorite Foods
-Chicken Nuggets
-S’Mores
-Hot Chocolate
-Coke Zero
-Spaghetti
-Pizza
-Ants on a Log (Celery Sticks, Peanut Butter, and Raisins)-Tuna Melts-Brownies-Apple Pie-Celery Sticks-Ritz Crackers-Mozzarella Sticks-Burritos-Watermelon-Vanilla Ice Cream
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