#Chief of Chieftains

[bindibites]

I like the idea that the Chieftain would give Artificer armor and pearls of her own, a sign of respect, showing them on similar standing and of course offering safety.

[excessive-moisture]

thumbnail maybe

[hififotos]

1958 Pontiac Star Chief

[1tsjusty0u]

actually wait how does being the chieftain for kakariko in botw work

[spotsupstuff]

I like to think some of the scav kits that fish cares for have started to refer to him as metal dad when speaking to other scavs, which could be a funny revelation when he starts to pick up on scavenger language.

Also imagine a scav from a different tribe tries to eat one of fishes neurons and gets curb stomped by a bunch of the now adult scavs yelling "no eat metal dad!"

awgh gmsklmkdmklb the second he figures out the noise/motion meaning parental figure he's gon go into such "What." mode... unresponsive for an hour as he tries to figure out why's he a dad suddenly now (← emotionally idiotic man, bless his rarefaction cells)

oh but i LOVE the idea of them protecting him like that!!! Hell yes, he takes care of them n dang it they will repay the favor n that's That. they find a neuron outside of the can (stolen by some creature n then abandoned) and carefully gently collect it and bring it back home,,,

[skrimbled]

🎧 chief scav :7

"Your eyes were lovely, dark, and dense

Pulling legs off salamaders

A little creature you once spun

The skin and bones, and brains and blood

While witches, they surrounded us"

The Woods - San Fermin

Edit: omg the quality....click for bettwr quality lol idk why it crunched like that XD

I was working on the second one when this one came in, but I went to bed before starting. To take a break from the other one i generated the song and.

Damn.

I WASN'T EXPECTING TO ENJOY DRAWING THIS SO MUCH WHAT THE FUCK. I put this song in the playlist like- a day ago. It's so fucking new. This was so much fun.

My playlist decided to treat me today! I hope you enjoy! :]

[slugterra-twisted-ends]

Shadow Clan can have fur/hair?

ESP: el clan sombra puede tener cabello o pelaje?

Chief gave his expert knowledge on this!

And yes, the European Shadow Clan do have longer fur than their 99 and Eastern cousins!

[rizzzcat]

It‘s not even my „main“ ship or something but also I think hunter x chieftain should be called red carpet. (<- they literally don’t ever meet)

[sarenth]

Patreon Poem/Prayer/Song 96: For Angrboða

If you want to submit a request for a prayer, poem, or song to be written to you privately or to be posted on this blog or my Patreon for a God, Ancestor, or spirit, sign up for the Ansuz and above level here on my Patreon. This request was made by Maleck for Angrböða. Trees range the mountains’ feet Warmed in Everglow’s Light Shining against the great grey heights Dappling light shining…

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Cregan’s wife gets taken by Silas the Grim and horrible things happens to her. Cregan’s men finds her during the battle or after and bring her back to their Lord. She is traumatized and her dress is ripped in places that makes Cregan sick and rage. Back to winterfell, she gets nightmares and cregan gives her a wolf pup so she feels safe

Please read the warnings carefully. This one might not be for you. 

Warnings: mention of non-con/sa, ptsd, kidnapping,

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You didn’t know nightmares could happen while you were awake. The worst part was, unlike regular nightmares, you couldn’t wake up to get away from the horrors in your mind. You were trapped in a waking terror, unable to find refuge even in the daylight.

Yours started the day Cregan and a bunch of his men got caught in an ambush by Sylas the Grim’s men on the way to Queensgate. It wasn’t your first time traveling north of Winterfell, you knew to stay close to the group and never stray as it was easy to get lost when the snow was affecting the visibility. But you ended up getting captured by the wildlings and taken to their chieftain. 

The wildling who brought you to Sylas was very proud of himself. You were the wife of the Warden of the North, the only one who his loyalty to was stronger than his one to the Wall. Your capture opened so many opportunities for Sylas, and he planned to use you as a pawn in his game.

Chained inside a small tent, you tried to think of a way of getting out. You couldn’t just wait for Cregan to come and save you from your captor. You were the Lady of Winterfell, you needed to be resourceful and strong. 

Two men were standing outside your tent, guarding — and ignoring you. They were relaying their service at night and bringing you scraps of food, just enough to keep you alive. Because you would serve their chieftain nothing if you were dead. 

Although the food was disgusting, it wasn’t the worst part of being held captive. It was Sylas. The wildling chief would come into your tent and question you about Cregan’s strategies. Loyal to your husband and your people, you didn’t give any information away. You would never betray your people. 

One night, you were asleep in the corner of your tent, your body curled on itself to keep warm, when you heard Sylas come in and undo his breeches. He was drunk and horny. 

His sick intentions immediately clicked and you tried to get away from him. The tent was small, so he quickly got hold of you. You clawed and kicked at him as his filthy hands snuck under your dress and uncovered your intimacy. You screamed, which earned you a slap in the face and Sylas’s tighter grip on your hips. 

⁂

Two long moons went by. By that time, your body was so weak and frail that you didn't even hear the battle raging outside your tent. Your mind, clouded by malnutrition and the relentless abuse, struggled to make sense of anything beyond the constant pain and exhaustion.

Your eyes opened when you felt someone’s hands on you, shaking you awake. Assuming it was Sylas coming to empty his balls, you closed your eyes and let him take you. You didn’t have energy to fight him anymore. But the voice that filled the tent didn't sound like a wildling. 

‘’Go and tell Lord Stark we found her.’’ 

The man who had spoken stayed by your side, keeping watch until his Lord arrived. He must have been far because darkness was beginning to fall when Cregan stormed into the tent, his face and clothes had blood and dirt from the battle.

‘’Where is she?’’ his voice boomed, a mixture of anger and desperation. 

The sight of his wife trembling in the corner nearly made his heart stop. You looked fragile and thin, your skin was as white as the snow, and your dress was torn in several places. Your hair was matted and there were stains of fluids on your dress. 

Cregan felt sick. If Sylas had not been already dead, he would kill him again. 

The Northman quickly knelt by your side and wrapped his fur cloak around you, covering your body as much as possible. He whispered your name, but you only blinked. ‘’I came as fast as I could. I'm here now, you're safe.’’ He gently raised your chin to look at your face, and his jaw clenched tighter at the sight of her bruised and weakened state. 

⁂

The journey to Winterfell was a complete blur to you. You didn’t remember anything of the ten days spent sitting in the carriage, bundled in furs. Cregan personally took responsibility to escort the carriage, walking right in front of it and making sure no one would try to capture his wife again. 

Once you walked through the gates of Winterfell, a maester was summoned to tend to you. You would need a bath and new clothes too, but that could wait. While the maester was getting gathering his things, Cregan reached for the button of your coat to help you out of it, but you began screaming and thrashing in the cot as if he was trying to harm you — to rape you. 

Cregan quickly stepped back and held his hands up so you could see them. ‘’I will not touch you if it is what you wish. That’s alright.’’ His voice was calm and soft, and his eyes held your gaze. ‘’But the master needs to see your wounds and tend to them.’’

You shook your head. ‘’Don’t touch me. Please, not again.’’ 

Tears filled your eyes and Cregan nodded. ‘’Fetch the servants and have them draw a warm bath for Lady Stark. And a warm meal brought to our chambers. The best meat we have.’’ 

The maester frowned at his lord’s instructions. ‘’My Lord, it would be preferable if I could—’’ he began to protest, but Cregan shut him up. 

He will not have a man touch his traumatized wife against her will. Not after what you had endured when held captive. 

‘’Another day,’’ he said firmly. ‘’Lady Stark needs a bath and a warm meal, and rest.’’ 

⁂

The days that followed were difficult and required a lot of accommodations. Starting with a change in the personnel who were allowed in your chambers. You had made it clear that you didn't want men around you, so Cregan requested that only women came to your chambers. To bring your meals, to help you bathe or dress. 

The only man who was allowed near you was your husband. In fact, you didn't want Cregan to leave you — ever. He was always close. Especially at night, when the nightmares of the horrors you went through invaded your dreams. 

A blood chilling scream filled your chambers, startling Cregan awake. 

Every night since your return had been like this. The maester suggested you take a drought to help you sleep, but it didn’t work. Since you were in a deeper sleep, it made it more difficult to stir you from your nightmare.

‘’Shh, I’m here. We’re in Winterfell. You are safe,’’ he whispered to you, pulling your trembling body against him as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

Cregan felt helpless. There was nothing he could do or say that would take the pain away. He couldn't magically make the memories and images go away. All he could be was a chest for you to cry into. 

He prayed in the Godswood and asked counsel from women who he knew had gone through difficult things, hoping to find guidance from their own experiences. Unfortunately, years later, some still had not overcome their trauma. 

Cregan sat in his study while you were taking some fresh air with Lady Lysa, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. He knew your fear was rooted in your assault. You weren’t scared to be alone, you were scared that a man would use his size and strength against you — again. 

When Winter comes, he’ll have to go to the Wall…and leave you. What will you do when he’s not there to make you feel safe? You didn’t allow any other men near you. He had to come up with something to ease your fears and make you feel safe in his absence. 

⁂

‘’Where is my husband?’’ you asked the servant who brought you your morning meal. He was gone when you woke, and only left a vague note on the table. 

The small girl cleared her throat before replying. ‘’Lord Stark had to absent himself for the day, my Lady. He is to return before nightfall.’’

You nodded. ‘’I wish to be notified when he passes the gates.’’ 

‘’Very well, My Lady.’’ She bowed and exited your chambers. 

As the servant had said, Cregan returned before nightfall. Snow dusted the top of his head and the pelt of his cloak when you greeted him in the great hall. 

When he saw you standing by the entrance, a warm smile spread over his face. “Good evening, my love,” he said, his voice was gentle as he placed one leather gloved hand under your chin to pull you closer and press a soft kiss against your forehead. "I have something to show you. Come with me."

You were not dressed apropriately to go outside, but Cregan had already take your hand to lead you out of the great hall and towards the courtyard. The sky was getting dark and fresh snow fell steadily, leaving a blanket of white across the ground. You felt a chill thorugh the sleeved of your dress. Hopefully you won't stay out long. 

Cregan turned a corner towards the kennels, leaving you confused. He opened the door and asked you to close your eyes. 

''Cregan, what-''

''Just close your eyes.''

You did as directed, and to make sure they were properly closed, the northman placed his hand over your eyes from behind. "No peeking," he whispered into your ear.

He closed the door and led you deeper into the kennels, careful with every step, making sure not to make you trip or stumble. Once you were where he wanted you, he removed his hand but didn't tell you to open your eyes yet.  

You heard shuffling and rustling, then...a small cry. 

‘’Open your eyes.’’

With the command, you opened your eyes. Lying in the crook of Cregan's arm, was a small gray and white pup. It sniffed the fabric of his cloak, its small tongue licking at the thick wool. You reached to pet it, and immediately felt its cold, wet nose brush against your hands, causing you to giggle. Cregan smiled, watching the two of you get acquainted. 

''It's a direwolf,'' he stated, his voice echoing in the quietness of the kennels. ''Like the sigil of our house. He'll grow large and strong. He'll be able to protect you when I'm not around.'' 

The little pup looked up at you, its beady eyes staring into yours. You didn’t know what to say, deeply touched by his gift to you.

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A CHIEF AND CHEIFTAINSD ARE THE HEART OF THE CLAN - CLAN CARRUTHERS CCIS

THE HEART OF A CLAN CLAN CARRUTHERS CCIS CHIEF PAT E CARROTHERS – NEW MEXICO  USA CHIEFTAINS JOHN CAROTHERS – ARKANSAS USA HAROLD CARRUTHERS – GLENCOE, ONTARIO CANADA JEFF CARROTHERS – DELAWARE, USA KEITH CARROTHERS – MANITOBA, CANADA CHRISTOPHER CARRUTHERS – BARRIE  ONTARIO CANADA It is the fundamental urge of all living creatures to re-produce, to seek protection in the safety of numbers and…

[excessive-moisture]

uh oh

[sneezypeasy]

If Katara became Fire Lady, the person who this'd suck the most for isn't actually Aang, it'd be Bato's kid (or whoever's mum or dad happens to be good friends with Hakoda). Can you imagine? Your mum's voice?!?! Hakoda's kids are your age and they're out there being chief of the SWT and co-ruling over the Fire Nation. Who are you chieftain of?? You can't even govern a penguin. Disgusten.

[askinkiskarma]

we need jealous neteyam

say less bestie.

synopsis: When Neteyam sees you talking to a touchy Metkayina man, he feels the need to remind you and the rest of the world who you belong to.

wc: 3k words

warnings: filthy smut (p in v penetration, fingering, oral - f receiving, squirting, edging, creampie, slight praise kink), slightly mean!neteyam, jealous!neteyam, softdom!neteyam, 18+ minors DNI

na'vi words used: Atan - light (also known as my favourite nickname ever - see illicit affairs for more), tewng - loincloth

a/n: thank you anonnie for the request bc fr i've needed jealous!Neteyam in my life and this came at the perfect time. this HAD to be done as part as the cardigan series. i don't make the rules, i just abide by them, but you don't have to have read it to understand any of it, this is just a nod for my OG besties x

Neteyam had impeccable control over his emotions. Everyone thought so. Everyone said so. The best of both Neytiri and Jake, he was a picture-perfect warrior through and through. Calm and collected in the face of danger, able to stop and analyse every move 3 steps in advance, able to gain perspective in every situation, able to think impartially, able to maintain perspective even in the harshest of circumstances. 

That was normally. That was normally, but now, as he was watching you smile at the Metkayina Olo’eyktan’s right hand, as he was watching his hand brush the soft lapis skin only he should ever know the feel of, Neteyam felt like a bull in a ring, and the man was tauntingly dangling a red cloth in front of his face. 

Neteyam assumed the whole damn clan understood you were his… you came to the reef people together, didn’t you? You were holding on to him when you first met the chieftain and the Tsa’hik. He thought it was pretty fucking obvious. But maybe it wasn’t. Maybe he needed to work harder to make sure people knew who you belonged to, who owned your heart, your soul. Your body. 

His mind was empty as he stalked towards the pair of you, a mission on his mind and a frown on his face. His mouth was tight and his eyes hard as he grabbed you sternly by your arm, and you jumped slightly at the contact, but immediately relaxed as your gaze settled on his beautiful navy body only to again stiffen as you took in his demeanour. He was pissed at you. Neteyam didn’t get pissed often. In fact, you think the last time was almost a year ago, back in your clearing in the forest. Not only was he pissed, there was a darkness about him, so atypical, so different.. so fucking hot. 

You smirked, and you feel butterflies burrowing through your stomach and escaping through the rest of your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He was jealous. Neteyam was jealous. You haven’t seen Neteyam jealous since he thought you fucked his brother, in a time that felt like a different life ago, and heat was quickly spreading in your womb at the memory of that kiss, your first kiss, so intense, so passionate, so raw. The grip he had on your arm was so tight it was restricting blood flow to your fingers, which prickled painfully, slowly going numb. 

Oh, this is going to be fun…

“Atan, who is your new friend? I don’t think we’ve met.” His low voice was serious, deadly, not an ounce of his normal, good-natured tone. 

“This is Azao Te Soaspxaì Kuvay'itan. He is chief Tonowari’s right hand man. A mighty warrior.” Strike one. You knew you were pushing your luck, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. In fact, you knew pushing your luck now meant getting fucked dumb later, and that was enough motivation for you to egg him on. 

“I feel like you two should talk. You might have a lot more in common than you think.” You couldn’t help the slight amused tone in your voice, couldn’t help the small squeal you had to conceal as a cough as Neteyam’s hand was leaving painful purple marks on your now numb arm. His eyes were boring holes in the side of your face, and you also couldn't help yourself from turning around and raising an eyebrow at him. Strike two. A low rumble emanates from deep in his throat, and both your and Azao’s eyes snap to your mate, who is holding it together with barely concealed wrath. 

“That… sounds great." Azao's tone was uncertain as he spoke. "Your dad mentioned you were one of the youngest Omatikaya to pass your Iknimaya and Uniltaron. That’s very impressive. We can definitely talk more, once I am done with your beautiful sister here.” 

Strike three. 

“Ah, Azao. Neteyam is not my brother. He’s my mate.” You moved subtly, so as to put your body in between the poor man and Neteyam’s, and you felt his chest heaving with each deep breath as it stood flush against your back. Azao’s rude awakening would have been hilarious to witness if it wasn’t for the fact you were genuinely worried for his life. You couldn’t blame him for his mistake. You always referred to the rest of the Sully kids as your siblings, and aside from your obvious human features, that you shared with Lo’ak, Kiri and Jake, you and Neteyam had a distinct resemblance to each other, such as your deeply-contrasted stripes covering your face and your whole body, so much more pronounced than most other Na’vi’s, even your siblings'. 

“I -, I- I thought you said the Toruk Makto is your dad.” You pushed a lock of hair that fell in front of your eyes and scratched the top of your head, laughing awkwardly. 

“Yeah. It’s… complicated.” 

“Azao.” Shit. Neteyam’s tone was a blaring warning sign, and you dug your feet more firmly on the ground, using your body as a shield. His hand travelled down onto your own, that he grabbed forcefully. His other hand went to the nape of your neck, that he caressed with barely-there touches, and you shuddered under him. You needed him. Now. 

“If you will excuse us, my mate and I have to talk.” He didn’t wait for the Metkayina man to answer before he ushered you away, and you turned as best as you could, waving your new friend goodbye. 

Neteyam didn’t stop until you reached a portion of the island that was uninhibited and covered in trees and shrubbery, and soft green moss. You didn’t manage to get a single word out before Neteyam’s long, beautiful fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze, knocking the air out of you. Without warning, his lips crash into yours feistily, and his tongue pushes past your lips, hungrily exploring your mouth, and you moan into him, desperate for him to do the same to your needy, sopping cunt. He pushes your head back by the throat, and gives you a warning look, one that should deter you, but instead makes you pant with untamed desire. 

“You like playing with fire, don’t you, Atan?” he squeezes again, until you whimper and the world starts to slowly fade around you, and the whimpers turn into pathetic moans as he releases his grip and the rush of oxygen makes more slick pool in your now already-damp loincloth. 

“I’m your brother now, am I? Is that what people think, is this what this tribe thinks?” 

“Neteyam, who cares what they think?” 

“I obviously haven’t done a good enough job in making sure people understand who you belong to.” his hand takes hold of your jaw, bringing it up to look in his eyes. “Who this face belongs to.” His other hand moves down to trail over your body, from your neck to your collarbones, to the swell of your breasts, to the curve of your waist until it reaches your tewng, that he skilfully unwraps and lets fall to the floor, and you whimper slightly as the breeze hits your now uncovered core. His slips his hand in between your thighs, tracing your folds, thumb circling your clit lazily, and you jerk slightly, but he holds you in place with a firm grip on your hips. “Who this pussy belongs to.” 

He tilts his head slightly and licks his lips, still eyeing you like how a predator eyes his next meal. “Let’s look at all the offences, shall we? First…” he says as he pushes your thighs apart and inserts a slender digit into your drenched core. You gasp at the sudden stretch and try to push your head back, which he prevents with his unrelenting grip on your face. He tsks with a languid shake of his head. “No, Atan. You will look at me.” he starts a slow pace of his finger, continuing to pump in and out of you while his thumb motions draw more insistent, and the pressure in your core builds, enough to make you pant, not enough to feel release, aching for more, more stimulation, more of him in you.

“First, you knowingly let another man flirt with you, and you call him a mighty warrior in front of me, knowing full well what it would do to me.” 

“Second…” he inserts a second finger, scissoring you open, and the mewl you release does nothing to deter him, nothing to stop him. “You raise your eyebrow at me. You know what happens when you raise your pretty little eyebrows at me, Atan.” 

“Neteyam, ple- ah! Please!” 

“No, baby, you don’t get to ask for favours now. I’m not even done yet.” 

“Third,” his last digit sinks into you to the knuckle and his three long, slender fingers stretch you out like a fucking dream, filling you in the way you craved and needed, moving at the pace he knew would get you to fall apart around him. “You allowed him to think that we’re brother and sister. You let him think he had a shot at fucking you. You let him touch your skin, run his fingers down your arm.”

Your breaths were shaky and shallow as you shook your head, as you tried to obey him, tried to focus on keeping your gaze on his, on keeping yourself together, but you couldn’t, not when it felt so good, not when the pressure in your abdomen was so tight it was about to explode all around you and all around him. And he didn’t want you to keep it together. He wanted you to suffer, and suffer you did when he pulled out of you as you were on the edge of coming on his fingers. 

“Argh - fuck!” You felt frustrated, and tears started to prick at your eyes, the emptiness you felt in your womb taking a toll on you. He knew your body better than you did. He’s had so long to learn it, so long to study it, and much like the any other challenge Neteyam tackled, he aced, he became the leading expert in what buttons to push to get you to come, and what buttons to push to drive you to the edge of insanity. 

“Does it feel good? You wanted this, right? Wanted to piss me off? Well, Atan…” he removes his hand from your jaw and moves it to your chest, which he pushes softly until you take the hint and move backwards, and he helps you onto the ground, caressing your body as he does, a gentle reminder that he loves you, that he would never purposefully hurt you, that he knows that there is a fine line between pleasure and pain and that, while he’s walking it, you would give into him like you always did, because in the end, he always made it worth your while. 

“Consider me pissed off.” 

His hands move from your ankles upwards, massaging your thighs with each stroke, with each inch traversed, and you almost relax under his touch, the feeling soothing and reassuring, like the calm before a storm. You allowed yourself the respite of closing your eyes and melting on the ground, with rushes of need overtaking you once more. You let out an inadvertent squeal when his tongue licks your pussy from your entrance to your clit, that he sucks on eagerly, making you entire body convulse under him, making you grind on his face, and he lets you, allowing you to coat his lips, chin and nose in your arousal. He continues to do it until you’re ready to come, then stops, once, twice, three times. You have tears running down your face and small, pathetic sobs escaping your lips. 

“Why’re you crying, baby? Hmm?” You just whine in response, shaking your head spastically. His mouth closes over your hips and abdomen in several spots, leaving marks and hickeys that you knew everyone will be able to see, including his family. “Neteyam… we share a tent with your family, fuck!” 

“Atan, I don’t care. It’s obvious I haven’t made it clear to the people of this clan that you’re mine. Mine. It’s time I rectified that. I won’t apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you’re taken.”

He continued his endless, slow, torturous onslaught throughout your whole body, until you had bruises everywhere, until they were as prominent as the little bioluminescent stars adorning your body, until they were battle scars that you would wear proudly, that you would show off enthusiastically, because fuck, you were his. You have been his since the moment you were both born just a couple months apart and you’ll be his your whole lives. You loved nothing more than being his. 

When he reaches you neck, the sucking turns into soft, peppering kisses, and you melt into his touch, cooing slightly as your hands reach over to stroke his hair and push it back behind his ears, that twitch backwards in response. 

“You’re mean. But I love you anyway.” 

“You were mean first, Atan. And I love you more. Don’t forget that.” You let out a breathy scream as his canines sink into your neck, and you can almost taste the metallic tang of the blood as it makes its way out of your body, as it coats your mate’s tongue when he laps at it like a starved man. 

“You’re mine.” He kisses you, roughly and you moan into his mouth as the mixture of your slick and blood on his tongue, in your mouth, makes you dizzy, tightens the coil in your womb once more. 

“I’m yours. All yours.” 

“Every curve, every moan, and every quiver belong to me, and only me.”

He makes quick work of his loincloth that he tosses carelessly by your side, and you can’t help the breathless moans that escape you once his tip prods at your soaked entrance, your cunt throbbing in anticipation, praying that this time, he’ll let you finish. Once. At least once. You push into him impatiently, making his length slip into you more and he growls lowly at your mishap. 

“Move another inch and you won’t be coming tonight.” 

Incoherent whimpers are all you are able to contribute in response, and he starts slowly sinking into your needy cunt, the stretch almost unbearable, but oh, so necessary. You can feel his tip grazing your cervix as he bottoms out and his breath hitches in his throat, a frown on his beautiful face as the pleasure takes over him. It takes a while, but eventually his eyes open and you are overwhelmed at their beauty, at the glimmers of light and forest green in the expressive, golden orbs, the one you knew by heart, the one that you dreamt of at night, that were the lights that guided your life, just like you were the light that guided his. 

“You drive me crazy, Atan. I can already feel you squeezing me. You always take me so well, don’t you, baby? This pretty pussy was made for my cock. Mine.” 

You nod enthusiastically, hoping that by doing so he’ll forgive you and fuck you until you passed out, the way he always did back in the forest. You missed falling asleep with him still deep in you, his cum dripping down your ass, hidden from view in your favourite cave or your clearing, where no one else could find you, where it was just you and him, forever and for always. 

“Do you want it, baby? Want me to give it to you?” 

“Yes! Yes please, oh my God, please!” 

He smirks and tilts his head, a glint of amusement in his eyes. 

“Yeah?” 

You whimper, frustration taking over you once more. His smirk widens into a full devilish smile and he pulls out slowly, only to ram back into you so hard you get knocked back from the sheer force. 

“Beg.” 

“Please, Neteyam. Fucking hell, please, I’m begging you, move! I need you to fuck me, I need your cock so badly, please!” 

You felt his groan deep in your soul, electricity running down your spine, pooling in your abdomen, sending sparks everywhere in your body and when he started a rough pace, slamming into you ruthlessly while his balls continued to slap against your folds, while his pelvis put pressure on your clit, it didn’t take long for the pleasure to become overwhelming, didn’t take long for all the orgasms you were denied to catch up with you. He didn’t stop once you came all over his cock, but maintained the same pace until you were shaking and feeling the desire build up yet again, even stronger than the first time.

“Remember whose dick you’re about to squirt on the next time you think of pulling this shit. Let go, Atan. Come for me.” 

Another testament to how well he knew you, his words immediately drove you to your release, gushes of liquid spilling out of you as you squirted on him, dripping down his balls and your ass and making a mess out of the ground beneath you. 

“Let’s see Azao get near you again when you spend the next week with my cum dripping down your thighs. With my smell all over your perfect body.”

And with that, he comes in you, thick ropes of cum painting your walls, that he fucks back into you, using his cock like a plug to make certain you’re marked, certain it’s not going anywhere for the time being. 

Neteyam had impeccable control over his emotions. But just like with everything else in his life, you would always be the exception to his every rule, the one that had absolute power over him, the one that owned his heart, body and soul. The only one. 

“So… do you like getting fucked by your brother, Atan?” 

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[backmuscles21]

Going For a Swim

Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

I did not, I repeat, I did not start watching Aquamarine and got inspired.

Summary: You came to help Jake's daughter, Kiri. The Metkayina people noticed you were the only human without an oxygen mask. They would soon find out from some kids playing around with water what was truly up with you. Tonowari noticed you staring and once he knew you were special, he told his mate and they couldn't resist your fish-like persona. They fell in love more when you saved their daughter from the sky people.

It was all hands on deck, Jake called in a distress signal, something about his daughter. You didn’t really listen to what Norm said to you, once you heard Jake and his daughter you zoned out. You loved Jake’s kids and they loved you, well at least Kiri and Tuk did.

The girls got attached to you right away, Kiri loved your ethereal nature and Tuk, well Tuk liked your tail.

You are probably wondering what I mean, well you were born on Pandora and only a few years older than Spider. You found out one day while swimming at five years old with Max and a baby Spider. You were in the water and you went deep into the nearby pond and it was there that when you came back up, you no longer had legs but a tail.

You are a mermaid.

When you got out of the water and dried off, you got your human legs back.

Things turned out even better when you were seven and you were out running around with a two-and-a-half-year-old Spider and you fell into a tree cracking your oxygen mask. Turns out that didn’t matter because you didn’t just need oxygen to breathe anymore. So, from that point on, you didn’t wear an oxygen mask.

However, you had also learned that your mermaid needed to be in water and you also had to turn at least once a week and keep your scales hydrated.

You got into the helicopter with Max and Norm, you sped off to the shores of the Metkayina people where Jake and his family were.

When you landed on the white sands, you grabbed a few things and ran towards where you saw Jake. The Metkayina noticed right away how you weren’t wearing a mask like the other demons, but paid no mind to it. You ran to help Kiri with Max and Norm following behind you.

You knew that the Metkayina people didn’t want you here, they didn’t want demons here. You were worried for Kiri, you didn’t even look at the people, you were scared. You set a machine down next to Kiri and looked over her, you looked at a sullen Neytiri. You went up to her and hugged her, you couldn’t imagine being in her position.

Shortly after, you were kicked out by Neytiri.

You were talking with Norm and Jake, and you saw the chief standing there, keeping watch. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him, his biceps and his hair, it was calling out to you. You felt yourself salivate as you stared longer, his strong muscular legs were drawing you in. If you were paying attention, you probably would’ve seen danger incoming, but you weren’t, your eyes were glued to the teal body of the chieftain.

Some kids were playing around, they had large shells filled with water and they were throwing them around at each other. They got a little close to where you were standing by Norm and Jake, you felt the few small droplets hit your bare arm. You stared at Norm for a moment, you both knew what would happen.

You had to act fast.

You dropped the machine in your hands and started to sprint towards the ocean, it wouldn’t take long before you turned. You felt like you were running in slow motion, the water never felt so far. You felt your heart racing, your mind was blank, tunnel vision set in, and you had to get to the water. You watched as the chief watched you race down the bouncy pathway, you knew the people were staring at you, wondering what was up. You got to the edge and dove into the water and not a moment too soon, you felt your legs disappear. Your head popped up to the surface, you saw Jake and a few other Metkayina people and the chief looking at you. Immediately, people could tell you were different, if the gills on your neck didn’t already say it. You no longer had a shirt on and you were clearly treading water quite well.

“What is going on?” The chief said.

You drew a blank.

“She got water on her, she turns into a mermaid when she gets wet,” Jake explained to the chief.

You just smiled as you lifted your tail for all to see.

“That’s why she isn’t wearing the things like the other demons,” The chief said as he looked between you and Jake.

“I’ll be stuck like this for a while, so I’m just gonna swim around,” you said as you swam off flapping your tail.

“If you don’t mind, Norm is leaving and she has to stay in the water for a few hours. You won’t even see her. Is it okay if she stays?” Jake asked Tonowari for you.

“It is alright. I feel as though she will not be disturbing anyone. It is fine with me.”

“Perfect, thank you.”

Everyone had gone off to what they were doing before, you swam around the shore, you didn’t want to stray too far, you didn’t know these waters. Then the kids came splashing into the water, Jake’s kids were still with Kiri but Tsireya and Ao’nung wanted to see you.

“When did you find out you had your tail?” Tsireya asked as you sat perched on a rock.

You turned to look at her in the water, you were resting on a rock half in the water and half on land. Your tail was still mostly in the water and your hair was slightly drying, your long hair was also covering most of your naked top half as well.

“When I was little, it kinda freaked me out when I found out.”

“Can I touch your tail?”

“Sure. It’s kinda slimy. Like a fish,” you said with a giggle.

Tsireya came closer and touched the scales on your fin.

“What are you up to sister?” Ao’nung said.

Tsireya’s giggles filled her brother’s ears, he saw Tsireya get splashed a few times by your tail fins. You and her were now in the water swimming around, you both looked over at Ao’nung who swam over to you both.

“What are you doing with a demon, sister?”

“She’s not just any demon. She’s special, Ao’nung.”

“Special how?”

You and Tsireya smiled at each other before you dipped your head under the water and swam over to Ao’nung. In no time you were in front of Ao’nung and spit water in his face, you smiled at him.

“So, what? You’re special because you swim fast.”

“I also have a tail,” you lifted your tail enough so Ao’nung could see your fins.

Ao’nung looked shocked, the smile you and Tsireya shared made you laugh more.

“That’s why I’m fast. Faster than you guys.”

“You wish. You couldn’t beat me,” Ao’nung said with grit.

“Smooth brain, I have more fins than you and I can breathe underwater.”

“But you know nothing about the water here.”

“True, but your sister said she’d show me around.”

“What about beyond the reef?”

“Ao’nung, no. Dad said we aren’t to go out there. It’s dangerous,” Tsireya whined.

“Are you being naughty and going against the chief’s word.”

“I didn’t say we’d go but you could. If you can swim faster than us nothing out there could catch you.”

“But I don’t know how fast things swim out there. The bigger they are, they could swim pretty fast.”

“Are you scared?”

“Yeah, maybe a little bit. I don’t need my tail bitten off.”

Ao’nung smirked at you, you turned around and all but smacked him in the face with your tail as you swam back to Tsireya.

“I’m gonna dry off. You’re welcome to stay with me.”

“Sure, I bet you could use the company.”

“Oh, you know what else I just thought of. When I dry off and change back, I’m going to be naked. You don’t happen to have clothes that would fit me, would you?”

“I can see about getting you something. Maybe something that would fit a toddler.”

You laughed as she swam off to get some clothes for you to wear. You sat high up on a rock and waited to fully dry off in the sun.

Tsireya returned and you made the children’s clothing work, she did have to help you figure out how to make things work. You did have to add a little more to the top on the fly since your chest was bigger than most Na’vi. You walked back into the settlement next to Tsireya, you barely reached her hips, with your tail you were just about her size.

“Tsireya, my daughter,” Ronal said to the both of you.

You both turned around to see her walking over to you both, she was tall and her aura demanded respect. You just kept looking up, you felt like you would fall over if you kept looking higher up. She was almost as pretty as her mate if not more, she was stern and dominant but she was screaming loving. God, what was with the leaders here they were hot, you wanted both of them badly.

“I see the demon is back to a demon. What happened to her clothing?”

You knew she was speaking to her daughter but you would answer it better than she could. “Usually when I change, I have time to take my clothes off but this was very impromptu. So, I changed and my clothes came off so I asked Tsireya if she had any I could borrow.”

Ronal looked at you with an angry look, one that made you want to submit.

“I see.”

The response was short, it made you more nervous.

“Would you like to eat with us, demon?”

Now that shocked you, you didn’t expect her to ask you that, she seemed angry and upset. You looked at Tsireya, you didn’t know how to respond,

“Yes.”

You figured why not; you were hungry after swimming for a few hours and not to mention you could stare at the chief’s muscular thighs some more and hers too. You could feel yourself drooling already, you needed to get your mind out of the gutter. You figured Tonowari probably made her ask you as an extension of their friendship with Jake.

In fact, Tonowari knew you were staring from the moment you got there, he was very aware. He, at first, thought it might just be you staring to take in the look of the new people. Until, he saw you slowly look down his body, eyes resting on his thighs and inevitably his cock. He didn’t think you were ugly but you were human it was just kind of weird, he did have to admit that your eyes were quite gorgeous.

Then you went on a mad dash to the Metkayina waters and jumped in.

When he saw your longer wet hair, your naked torso and your scaley tail. He had to admit there was something special about you, he already knew he piqued your interest and now you peaked his. It was common for mated couples to sometimes mate with one another when they felt they needed another companion.

Now, just for him to talk to his mate.

Ronal was in her healing tent when her mate walked in, she turned around to see who entered and she smiled when she saw him.

“Ma Tonowari, what brings you in? Is everything alright?”

“I have to ask you, what do you think of the demon being here?”

“It is okay. I don’t like it but she is swimming in our waters isn’t she.”

“She has to. You did see her tail did you not? She’s faster than our kids.”

“What are you getting at?”

“She was looking at me today.”

“What do you mean? Like sexually?”

“I think so.”

“So, what? You want to bring her in?”

“Maybe. I need you to be into it as well.”

“I will give it a chance if I feel as such.”

When Ronal got back from asking you to join them to eat, she smiled as she entered their home and saw Tonowari.

“You were right, I can see it in her eyes.”

“You think she is into both of us?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I have her joining us to eat, we can talk to her after.”

“I like that idea.”

So, there you were with Tonowari and Ronal and their kids, eating some delicious fish. It felt slightly scary since you were eyeing both of them up and Ronal still looked angry.

The kids left after some time to play in the water again, you stayed with Ronal and Tonowari. You felt like you should’ve gotten up with the kids but something in you told you to stay put.

“We’re glad you stayed, we wanted to see about something,” Ronal started.

“What is it?”

“I saw you looking earlier,” Tonowari asked.

You just looked at them in shock, you didn’t think they saw.

Tonowari chuckled at your facial expression, “don’t worry. It’s okay.”

“We actually see it when you look at both of us. So, if you are interested, we would like to start courting you,” Ronal said very matter-of-factly.

“Me? You want to court me? But I’m human.”

“You’re not just human. You have a tail. You can breathe our air too,” Tonowari said.

“But you guys are so tall. I’m like the size of an eight-year-old.”

“We can work around that,” Ronal stated.

“We would love to court you if you’d allow it,” Tonowari said handing you a seashell armband.

Ronal had quickly whipped one up when they knew they wanted to court you. You stared at it for a moment, you took a deep breath and reached for it.

“Yes. I don’t know how well this will go but I’m willing to give it a shot.”

Ronal helped you get the armband on your arm.

“There, like a real warrior.”

And a warrior you’d become.

None of you knew that at this point, sky people were not far away at this point.

The kids and you were trying to help that poor tulkan, you grabbed the rope and swam as fast as you could trying to pull it out of him. It was barely moving and the kids started to push at it, eventually, it came out and you swam off with it. You were trying to lead the sky people away; the kids were also roughly swimming off the same way you went.

You dropped it far enough away then you tried your best to stay out of sight. This was the only time you wished you were like a siren, having the sharp teeth and alluring voice, it would be a perfect weapon. However, you just have your tail and your gills, you still have an advantage. You were swerving around plants and away from submarines, you didn’t even want humans to see your shimmery tail.

You tried so hard to save them before they were caught, you saw Tsireya, Tuk, and Lo’ak get pulled up by the net. You tried so hard to pull it down, but you couldn’t leave the water yet. You had to let go, you watched them rise with a pained expression as your tail slowly moved back and forth.

You had to save them, your soon-to-be mates’ kid was up there, and you had no choice.

You didn’t have to think about what to do for long because the tulkan you helped save earlier took care of that.

He crashed into the boat and guns started firing, the tulkan was a perfect distraction.

You watched as all the warriors started to file in and kill any humans in the area. You saw your pregnant girlfriend killing like it was nobody’s business, you knew she was tough and strong but this was something else. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on more than anything, she was snarling and turning humans into kabobs. Tonowari was on the same level, he was snarling and killing, and he was taking charge.

God, what were these Na’vi doing to you, they were godlike and their fighting alone turned you on. Not to mention seeing Tonowari flying around on his skimwing, his muscular thighs and his bulging muscles. But you couldn’t think about that, you had to bust a move. The tulkan was lying on the deck, you had a chance to help and save the kids.

You made your move, you swam down, further into the deep and then turned back around. You faced the surface of the water and you swam as fast as possible toward the surface, you had one shot. You neared the surface; your arms were outstretched in front of you as you broke the water’s surface tension. You went flying through the air, up and over the boat. You grabbed the first person you could get your hands on; it was one of the humans in those mech suit skeletons. You took him back into the water, you pulled him so far down, that he’d never get out in time. You did that a few more times before you saw Neteyam going onto the boat. You swam up, enough to sit on the edge of the railing by where the kids were tied up.

Neteyam was cutting them free, and you took Tuk and brought her back into the water with Tsireya. Lo’ak and Neteyam were supposed to come with you but both of them were nowhere to be found. Tsireya was going to help Tuk, you were going to see if you could see the boys still.

Nothing.

You dropped back into the water with the girls, you and Tsireya went back to the shore once Kiri took Tuk. The warriors went back to shore, there was nothing else to do.

You all had to wait for Jake and his family now.

You were with Tonowari and Ronal, you were drying off near them with their kids. Tonowari had kissed your head, both of them had seen what you did today and how you helped them.

“Dad?” Tsireya asked seeing what he had done.

Ronal and Tonowari shared a look, “we have something to tell you,” Ronal said to her kids.

“Are you two courting her?” Ao’nung asked his parents.

“Yes, it hasn’t been for long, but we found we were drawn to her,” Tonowari replied.

“That’s good. I didn’t want her to leave,” Tsireya said smiling at you.

I did do that. That and Barbie in Mermaidia and H2O. I had a binge.

[gallus-rising]

dungeon meshi loreposting again: orc addition

it always seemed kind of weird to me that Zon, the orc chieftain, evacuated the community to the safer upper floors while leaving his much younger sister (Leed is 14 which is the age of majority for orcs. she has only just recently become an adult) behind to keep an eye on the now dragon infested home settlement

there's a few personality differences to help explain that. Zon is a new chieftain and is trying to take a more cautious approach when dealing with the dual threats of monsters moving into upper floors and a increasing number of adventures on the island. Leed is a hot-blooded youngest who thinks they need to fight back

but if that's all there is to it why couldn't Zon be the one to stay behind while telling his younger sister "hey, we're moving the women/children/elderly to the upper floors for safely. you take a few warriors and defend them from the adventures"

and note that orc women are considered noncombatants. why does Leed, a young woman, have such a loyal group of warriors? as the chief's younger sister she probably has special privileges, but it's pretty reasonable to think that these big tough men might get a bit uppity about following little girl when the chief's not there to protect her, and "i kinda know who Senshi is" still seems like a flimsy reason to not kill a group of intruders (that has an elf with them!)

character design note

Leed is perhaps drawn with the palest skin/fur out of all the orcs we see. since her eyes are so large it's much easier to tell what color they are vs most other orcs but it seems like pale blue eyes are at least uncommon. she is also the only orc we see with white hair.

CONCLUSION 1: Leed is albino

another design note

baby orcs are born with white stripes (like baby boars 🥺) which they grow out of. from the example of what is clearly baby Leed we see the stripes are harder to notice on paler fur, so orcs with pale fur likely "lose" their stripes at a younger age

CONCLUSION 2: albino orcs are seen as mature, strong warriors, or otherwise special in some way. there's even precedent in the dungeon meshi universe for individuals with unusual skin/fur color to be given special status. despite not being the queen's actual children/grandchildren Flamela and her sister were the only 2 people in line for the throne because they're Elf Melanistic

FINAL CONCLUSION: as Zon's younger sister Leed is in a position to personally push back against his orders. Leed wants to stay and fight the dragon? ok, there's plenty of fellow battle hungry warriors ready to rally behind and follow the most specialist murder baby in the dungeon