#so sssshhh

[furry-tronics]

HELLOO??? WHY ARE THERE ANIMATRONICS SO UNDERRATED FROM THE BOOKS??? ROSIE PORKCHOP???? COILS THE B-DAY CLOWN????? RALPHO???? HELLO??????

I'll have to draw them if no one does, duh

[nommedeploom]

feels like kind of a dumb post to make at my big age but jayvik really does stick to my ribs cause it feels extremely good to see a heavily disabled faggot so beloved and treated as sexy and beautiful and capable of having a rich inner life. not only does he get dignity, he also is allowed the indignity of being a human person, and for all of riot and netflick’s flaws i am very grateful for the folks who have drawn together bc of jayvik and have made me feel all this abt their artworks. very cool

[naviclenek0]

Poolverine chibis!

[falling-rhayne]

I downloaded Love & Deepspace but instead of actually advancing the story I'm just spending all my time doing photoshoots.

[angryteapott]

Shout to my little sibling age 18 for turning around after someone in an anime said sayonara and said "why are they speaking spanish?"

[adeptaviperidae]

Put a finger down if you have ever fallen madly in love with a 6'3ft tall paladin himbo but you haven’t told him that you’re actually exiled from your own order and that you look like a broken marble statue that hosts your weird aasimar body, so you just keep nervously agreeing when he calls you „fellow paladin“ and keep that plague doctor mask on while sweating up a damn ocean…

… so how many fingers are you guys holding up?

[marshmellowtea]

your new fic is so cute!! tbh I haven’t watched party down but i love all your agere works, and im a sucker for sick fics so it was perfect anyways <33

a little bit of a late response sorry but algjdslkfj thank you so much oh my gosh?? 🥺 i'm so happy you enjoyed it, anon, that means a lot to me 💞💞💞

[cartoonsinthemorning]

SCREAMING YELLING CRYIN G ROLLING ON THE FLOOR JUMPING ON ALL FOURS What an AWOOGA of a present, it makes me insane, THANK YOU so much again Nori!! I LOVE IT

oops forgot to post this here- a bday gift for @cartoonsinthemorning

[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽️

VERSION XVIII.

(a/n: he’s a DIVA and tbh this ep is a chaos. anyways we’re getting closer to the end guys, tyy for ur support ❤️)

Warning-none

wc: 0,8k

also: @ttheggrimrreaper @irethepotato @ohagiyoo 🔥

——————

FROM THE PROLOGUE:

"Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…

...2, Aryu Jyubei.”

“Wow...��

That was your very first thought after taking a look at his little icon before going out the waiting room to gather your things from Anri as everyone else did.

After finishing some tasks, you went straight to where his team was currently playing, quickly reading through his profile sheet on the way before your eyes stopped at his height. Rereading it for the third time, you quietly let out a scream at the paper in your hands.

“A h-hundred…a 195 CM TALL?!” your jaw hit the floor as you slowly dragged your body to the field.

Imagine being Aryu Jyubei’s manager.

——————

Aryu Jyubei who’s practically a freaking tower, stands tall—his height giving him a clear advantage in the current match and making him easy to spot even from the furthest benches. His stats are insane, and it’s kind of amusing to watch him from a distance, especially when he throws in a pose or two for his teammates. Before you know it the match comes to an end as his tall, majestic, and definitely fit body stretches with a casual confidence.

“Uhum.” You clear your throat, coughing lightly into your fist, which causes him look down at you. It makes you wonder if he sees you as some tiny creature beneath him but before your thoughts can wander too far, you introduce yourself.

“I’m L/N Y/N, your new manager. Pleased to meet you. Are you Jyu—”

Within a second, he interrupts you mid-sentence, a finger gently placed on your lips as he dramatically puts his other hand to his forehead.

“Sssshhh. My name is not osha.”

——————

•Aryu who immediately compliments how soft your hair is, and barely a minute later, he’s already asking how you maintain your gorgeousness. It’s definitely an interesting way to start a conversation, you think, while awkwardly answering his questions, throwing in a few of your own here and there.

•You two quickly become friends, and you soon realize just how much he really takes care of himself. You have a monthly list of what he’s requested starting from hair-, body-, and skincare products, each item precisely described, making you cry a little every time he tries to add another one.

•Has the most dramatic sighs ever, and the way he rolls his eyes reminds you of every single mean girl from a Hollywood movie ever made.

•If you don’t disturb his beauty sleep, Aryu’s actually capable of waking up by himself. Athletic af, he takes training quite seriously, and is always up to new ideas. He also does a very thorough stretch after each game before moving on to the next task.

•Incapable of not gossiping with you—be it early in the mornings or late into the night, he always finds a way to share the hot piping tea he collected throughout the day. Don’t ask about his sources, just simply nod and agree.

•Always has to bend down a little when you’re talking, and it’s an absolute must to have his hands placed on his hips. Has the best runway walks in general, you really wonder how he isn’t a model yet.

•It might be a surprise but he pays great attention to small details, such as how you like to organize your papers, or seasoning your meals. Takes great responsibility in making sure you’re flawless and not sleep deprived.

•You already knew he was gonna make it to the official team, so pushing him to train harder was natural. He would sometimes complain about the late-night trainings not being “osha,” but did them nonetheless.

——————

AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Aryu is practically thriving with his new team, telling you that they’re pretty fun to play with although living with them is not so osha osha.

•He’s doing fine as expected, practice matches going smoothly, and he doesn’t seem to struggle that much. Actually shares a tight bond with the players on his team.

•Has the habit of calling Barou, Princess Barou which always earns him a nasty glare from the boy but at this point it has become a part of his daily routine now.

•The moment he got his new jersey, he glanced at it, then turned his head to scan your outfit, and said with a straight face:

•”Once we get out of here I’m gonna buy you a new wardrobe. Can’t let my osha manager look like a roach.”

•”Thanks, Aryu...I guess.”

•Loves the fame and the glamour of being on national tv. Immediately gains the attention of many companies who reach out to collab with him—lives for the stylish photoshoots, and always gets you free things as well.

•Whenever you try to take a picture of him after a win, he always tells you to get his good angle—before realizing his face is flawless from every angle.

•Let’s just say that night analyses with him are definitely different from the usual. It’s the time when you find yourself relaxing yet technically still working.

•Rewatching his plays while wearing face masks and cozy pajamas is his way of bonding.

•Ego doesn’t know about this, and neither of you intends to reveal it to him anytime soon.

•Aryu who likes to paint your nails—or his own—while you take notes with your free hand, carefully explaining to him the day’s performance in detail.

•Cute hair clips usually hold both of your hair in place while you two do your oddly comforting night routine.

•You know you’re close enough when he drags you to a Buddhist temple on his free day while secretly taking very osha pictures of you. P.S. one of them earns their spot as his new wallpaper.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Do you have any recommendations on computer games, oh person who definitely isn't supposed to be writing?

So so many, you're going to have to be a little more specific.

Sssshhh the writing is fine so long as I don't look at it. It's like a bank account.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

A/N: I have no idea what possessed me to write this. The hyperfixation was too strong and the fandom too small for my liking, so I had to do something about it. And sometimes "something" is, in fact, 4k of pure smut. I am not even sorry and it will probably happen again. I'll be adding Damien to my masterlist from now on I guess. Also yes the title is because of the song A Little Bit Harder Now. It's been playing on loop in my mind for days.

CW: NSFW, explicit smut, pegging, gn!reader, no use of y/n

Take me down

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Masterlist

"B-be nice!" The dark-haired man chokes out between heavy breaths as you push your strap on into him.

You have no difficulty imagining how he must be pulsing around the silicone cock. His frame shaking beneath you as he struggles to keep his back arched.

Shushing him softly, you run a hand up and down his back to make him relax. A small whine escapes him as you withdraw from his hole, making sure to stay as gentle as possible. You keep a steady, torturously slow pace as you push back inside of him, earning a symphony of moans and groans as he squirms from the stretch.

"Ahmn...! Aaah!"

From your position above him, you can see the way his face crunches from both the pleasure and the anticipation, black and red hair hiding his closed eyelids. His fists clench around the sheets beneath him as he tries to articulate words between the moans, gasps and grunts coming out of him with every single one of your movements.

"Shit! Ah! L-listen I - ngh..! - I know I-I'm usually the one - ah! - t-the one t' ask y-mmh!-you to rough me up but-"

You cut him off by pressing your hips flush against his ass, driving the dildo deeper into him and earning a long, drawn-out moan as his body shudder.

"Sssshhh..." You whisper tenderly, rolling your hips into him with careful movements, and causing his ass to raise higher in the air. Between ragged breaths, Damien lets out soft gasps and cries from the intensity of the feel, unable to keep his voice down with the amount of pleasure coursing through him. You can tell he's teetering on the edge of begging. And you're only just getting started.

"You do know I'd never be harsh on you on the first time trying something out, right?"

He opens his mouth to answer - but another breathy moan stumbles out of his lips instead, before he can get just enough of a grip on himself to form coherent words.

"Yes! Ah! Yes, sorry, yeah, yeah just..."

"Getting in your head?" You suggest with a found smile.

All he gives you is a weak nod and a moan.

You halt your movements to give him a moment to calm down, and you're almost certain you hear a soft whine as he pushes back against your hips. Extending one of your hands, you push his bangs away from his face to take a better look at him.

He's panting, one cheek pressed against the mattress, the mole beneath his left eye underlined by the intensity of his blush. Fucked-out golden eyes look back at you through his half-closed eyelids, it's painfully visible that he's already getting lost in the sensation of your strap on rubbing against his walls.

A small moan escapes him again as you make eye contact, your hand caressing his scalp soothingly.

"Sweetheart," you whisper, gazing down at him like he's the most precious thing in this world. "What's your colour?"

The struggle is evident on his face as he tries to gather some semblance of logical thoughts. His eyes leave yours, his entire face somehow getting even redder than before as he breaths out, barely above a whisper.

"Green. Just..."

"Yeah, I'll play nice. I promise." You brush the back of your knuckles on his cheek, an endeared smile tugging at your lips.

With one hand holding his hip, and the other buried in his hair, you start to thrust out once more, eyes focused on Damien's face. He takes a deep breath in, closing his eyes, trying to keep a semblance of composure.

He loses it almost instantly as you thrust back in and fill him to the brim, his brows pinching up as yet another moan escapes him, and you're sure he can be heard from outside of your apartment.

So fucking loud, you think with a smile. The man can never keep his voice down when you're at it ; you're certain all of your neighbours have your name memorized by now with how much he chants it every time.

This time is no exception: he's slowly starting to get louder and louder as you gain momentum and pound faster into his ass. You're not complaining, though. A part of you loves the idea of everyone knowing how good you make him feel, and who he belongs with. He isn't begging just yet, but you can tell his tone is starting to turn pleading, while he moves against you shakily, trying to meet your thrusts.

You still have a hand in his hair to try and keep his face down into the mattress when he jolts and shouts your name.

"There!"

His breathing is chaotic, and for a moment, you almost think you've managed to stun him into silence when you see his jaw fall open without a sound as you press your strap on into his prostate again. But as you roll your hips teasingly, he finally lets out a scream of pleasure that almost has you stopping dead on your tracks.

"Fuck! Don't stop!"

And you don't. You make sure to keep rubbing on his sweet spot with every drag of your cock, earning loud cries with each thrust. The grip you have on his hip tightens when you feel him lowering himself on the bed, too out of it to stay upright.

"Feels good when I hit right here, uh?" You tease with a cocky smile. You don't regret asking when you hear the way he babbles out the answer.

"Yes, f'ck mmnh, so f'cking good, aaaahm, please don't stop, please - aah!"

The hand that you were using to keep his face down withdraws, slowly travelling down his body, along the side of his ribs and under him to take hold of his hard dick. He moans like he's a pornstar, giving a show that you're the only one allowed to see. You circle his leaking tip with your thumb and smear the pre-cum over his shaft.

With the way he's looking right now, maybe he should consider diversifying his online activities. The thought makes you smirk, and for a moment you consider saying it out loud just to tease him. But the idea is quickly discarded when you notice his hand coming to rest on the one still holding his hip, and a whine escaping him.

"Am close." He chokes out with a pleading tone, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat making his red and black hair stick to his face. "So close."

You drive into him faster, pressing into his prostate with your strap on while you stroke his pulsing cock, thumb catching on his slit with every movement, almost making him wail beneath you from the amount of stimulation.

You can tell he's reaching his breaking point. The way his moans keep getting louder and more frequent, how his eyes are just about to roll into his skull. You know those signs, and you know exactly what's going to happen next when his tone turns warning as he calls your name.

"Gonna cum! Shit! Gonna cum!"

You can't help but lean down and rest an elbow next to his head. This is the part you love the most, and you want to make sure you're on the first row to see it unfold.

It starts with a sharp breath in, and he stills beneath you. His back arches even further, pressing his chest in the mattress and his ass flush against you, lips parting in a silent 'o' as his brows pinch up and golden irises roll back beneath his eyelids. His full body shivers intensely from the pure, overwhelming bliss coursing through his veins, and finally lets out the loudest moan you've ever heard, while he squirts ropes of cum on the sheets.

You slow down your movements, but keep rolling your hips into him and pumping his dick to draw out his orgasm. You can't help it. The face he makes is just too good not to be contemplated just a little longer. You imagine if it wasn't a toy, you'd feel his walls pulsing and growing impossibility tighter around your cock with each passing second.

You only stop your movements once he goes lax under you, and you make sure to be gentle with him when you pull out, caressing up and down his sides all the while. He's still completely out of it, breathing fast and somewhat chaotic, interrupted by small moans.

By the time Damien finally opens his eyes again, you've managed to lay him down on his back, and are now pressing a cloth on his face to get rid of the sweat.

He looks at you tiredly, and you chuckle.

"Hey there, pretty boy." You run the cloth on his forehead one last time for good measure, and smile at him. "Feeling good?"

A growl escapes him before he answers. "More than good. Feel fuckin' amazing." You giggle, and he groggily extends his arms towards you with a frown. "Now come here. Wanna hold you."

You oblige, resting your head in his chest and circling your arms around his waist with a laugh. He smells like sweat and sex, but cleaning can wait a little longer. For now, you're well aware that he won't let go of you for a while anyways.

[beastofburdenxo]

I got you

Thanks to @smezzzz, here is a continuation of "Look After You" Tommy has another seizure, this time at The Garrison in front of his brothers. As always, you are there. Just some fluff, mention of blood, typical Tommy language.

"Easy there, it's alright now, I've got you." Tommy woke up, excruciating pain ebbing through his head. Another episode happened, this time outside of the comfort of his home, where it could stay hidden.

No, this time, it was at The Garrison, in front of his family, who were very much unaware. Tommy cracked his head on the floor, causing blood to pool around him. John and Arthur picked him up out of his own blood and set him on one of the tables. Unsure of what to do, they called you in a panic.

Of course, you came immediately, knowing tommy would be very upset. Especially now that the cat is out of the bag. "Ssshhhh, it's alright. It's just a little blood this time. Just a small boo boo." You comfort tommy in his dazed state. His eyes are going in and out of focus, occasionally focusing on you. "Why wasn't we told about the seizures?" Arthur asks, clearly bothered by this whole thing.

"Tommy wanted no one to know. He has hid it well these past few months. You know how he is, very stubborn. Wanted no one thinking he couldn't lead. Thought he was less of a man." John shook his head, raising his glass as if to chuck it at Tommy's incompasitated head. "We would have never thought that, you ignorant fuck!"

Just then, a weak sound leaves Tommy's mouth, silencing the room. "Ssshhh, it's okay. We're all here for you, tommy." Arthur walks closer. "Yeah, Tom, we're not going anywhere. You should have told us before shit hit the fan, eh? You asshole." Tommy's eyes are only for you, ignoring the rest as silent tears streak his face. Your name weakly leaves his mouth as he realizes what had happened.

You send the boys away before the storm in Tommy's eyes approaches. His arms reach out for you before the dam finally breaks. You gather him in your arms as broken sobs leave him. "My brave boy. It's okay, sweetheart. Nobody is mad at you. They are just worried in their own way, you know. Sssshhh, tommy, relax." You kiss his forehead as you inspect his latest injury, "Well you've stopped bleeding. And on the upside," you lean to whisper this next part in his ear, "you didn't wet yourself this time. That secret stays with us, yeah?"

You gently rock him like you would an upset baby. Because he is your upset baby. You knew he didn't want this part to be shown. They've already seen the worst. This part is just for the two of you. You are his safe place. "Alright, let's get you home, yeah? You've had one hell of a day." You kiss the remaining tears away and you call the boys back to help tommy off the table.

Of course, they noticed his puffy eyes and the occasional sniffle, but not a word was said about it. Tommy didn't even try and fight their help like he normally would. "Go home brother, try again tomorrow, yeah?" John says with a pat on the back. "We can handle one day, Tom, we'll be alright." Arthur concluded as they helped tommy into the car.

On the way home, Tommy lays his head in your lap. You stroke his face as you drive. "That was so scary. How do you handle it so well?" Tommy murmured. "Well, sweetheart, this isn't my first rodeo. Poor Arthur was white as a sheet." You chuckled. "I don't want to be away from you for a second. I get scared when you're not around."

"Baby, it's okay. There's no need to be scared. Now that everyone knows, they can look after you when I can't. Now, do you see why I wanted you to tell them?" Tommy sighs. "Yeah, but they still aren't you love. You keep me calm."

As you pull up the long driveway, Tommy sits up and lays his head on your shoulder. "My fucking head is killing me." You give him a kiss. "I'd say so. You took quite the tumble today. And if you insist, I don't care to tag along a bit more than I do. But I can't help it if the boys give you shit over it." Tommy smiles up at you. "Fuck em, I need you. More than you could ever know. I love you "

"I love you too, Tommy sweetheart."

[druidwolf21]

Thought I'd try something a bit different

Consumption

Sanguinius/F reader

Content warning

Blood

Sexual content

@moodymisty @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @lemon-russ @beckyninja

@jaghatai-khock

So boom I did another one cos I needed it out of my head. This was on a 20 minute train ride home so it's very rushed

Please let me know if I'm annoying you tagging.you lol?

Sanguinius turned to look at you as you walked towards him, the ruby dress he had helped you don shimmered as you moved, accentuating every curve. He shook his head gently, before reaching out for you, pulling you into his chest and nuzzling into the top of your head, breathing deeply to take in your scent.

"you seem a little out of sorts, my angel?"

"not at all, my sweet thing" he mumbled as he closed his eyes and focused on the soft feel of your body against his, your warmth and fragrance filling his head and wrapping his mind in a blanket.

You pulled back slightly and looked up at him, one of your hands reaching up to cup his face as you brushed golden locks from his cheek. Looking deeply into his eyes and frowning slightly. Before you could speak again, He caught one of your hands with his own and kissed your wrist, reveling in the feel of your pulse point against his warm lips. He kissed down your arm slowly, dark eyes staring into yours as you watched breathlessly.

He finally moved to your lips, capturing them with his own in a forceful display of affection. dominating you completely, he suddenly spun you , pulling your back to his torso and using his free hand to pull your head to the side, exposing the pale slender curve of your neck.

"sanguinius" you breathed, swallowing dryly as you felt his tongue trace your jugular.

"sssshhh" he muttered, nipping at your neck, gently drawing blood as a hand moved down your body, feeling every inch as he explored your form. His wings quivered and curled, capturing you against him with no escape.

"I will take you how I want" he muttered, roughly wrenching down the corseted front of your dress to fondle a breast, the nipple pert and tender as he flicked and pinched. "Whenever I want"

His other hand remained in your hair, a thumb gently tracing circles across your scalp as his lips danced across your neck. Your whimpers driving him forward, he released your tender flesh, only to tear the rest of the gown away.

"sanguinius I"

He silenced you with a rough tug on your hair, tracing his long fingers down your stomach, feeling your chest and stomach heaving at his ministrations.

He continued to suckle on your neck, nipping and nibbling, lapping away at the trickle of blood that flowed from the wound.

Ignoring your mewls, he slowly slid his finger down to your core, raising his lips, still stained red from your blood he whispered "already so wet for me, so ready to please your lord"

"sanguinius please"

He gently circled a finger around your clit, ignoring your soft hands as they grasped his arm. Your gasps and moans driving him into a frenzy as he slid a finger inside you, feeling your wet warmth around his fingers, feeling you buck against him as he slid in and out of you, finding that sweet spot you often begged him for. He let out a low grumble, grinding his dick into the curve of your arse, his lips locked to your neck as you shuddered against him.

"come for me, come for my little thing" he growled.

"s a n..."

Your body shook against him and became still.

Sanguinius blinked

And shook

And fell to his knees

The fog on him brain had lifted, his thoughts no longer shrouded in a dark mist as he looked around him.

You lay limp in his arms, arms hanging weakly and eyes glossed over. Your neck was a vicious painting of bruises and blood as your head rolled away from him. The dress he thought he had stripped from you still clung to your pale frame, intact but the vermilion silk soaked and stained with blood and saliva.

Sanguinius stared down at your body, clutching to it like a drowning man. He throat dangerously constricted as he brought your body up, pressing his ear to your chest, hoping, praying to hear something.

Anything.

A scream ripped from his throat as he clutched you to him, wings flaring open he raced to the door, slamming it open with a crash.

He tore through the corridors flashing past serfs and Astartes responding to his howls without a sideways glance, racing to the medical bay.

Please

Please.

[berylcluster]

➫ If only Jack could see the sideways smirk he got. Things hadn’t changed too much, sure they were older, wiser in their own ways, though Gabe could argue this old soldier was fighting a war he had long outlived. Not that he would ever make such a comment, not when their relationship had frayed and dissolved into the quiet contempt.

“You won’t need your gun, Jackie. I’m not here to fight you.” It’s soft, in a casual threatening kind of way. As if they hadn’t become enemies, but long lost friends.

He waits until the man asks his question, before shadowy feet slide up next to him on the ledge, shoulder to shoulder but inches apart. It makes some deep part of him ache a little to be standing here like this, but it’s squashed carefully, without much fuss. Gabriel’s entire career used to be dedicated to impressing this man, that kind of habit was hard to snuff out.

“Recon. Same as you, I’d imagine. You always had that habit right before a battle, looking at the terrain, making those little plans. Couldn’t help myself, seeing you out in the open like that.”

It’s a casual lie, but one he imagines he can get away with. He missed this.

the  voice  behind  him,  gravelly  and  distorted  as  it  may  be,  is  still  laced  with  a  familiarity  that  jack  cannot  shake,  no  matter  how  hard  he  tries.  his  gun  feels  heavy  at  his  side  ;  the  shadowy  presence  has  him  on  edge.  the  soldier  does  not  turn  around,  though  —  he  won’t  do  that.  there’s  too  much  there,  too  much  baggage.  old  memories  and  all  of  that  bullshit.  it’s  easier  this  way.  simpler.

“  yeah,  well,  i  learnt  from  the  best,  ”  he  replies,  tone  surprisingly  nonchalant,  given  the  circumstances.  still,  even  despite  his  initial  desire  to  not  even  spare  a  glance,  a  quick  look  over  his  shoulder  is  allowed.  it  is  a  fool’s  move,  and  he  knows  it.  behind  the  visor,  eyes  scan  the  shadowed  figure  :  gabriel,  in  all  of  his  nightmarish  glory. 

the  action  is  followed  by  jack’s  hand  moving  to  rest  against  the  weapon  at  his  side.  reassurance,  in  case  the  reaper  decides  to  try  and  collect.  part  of  him  wonders  if  he  should  just  go  ahead  and  try  to  attack  first,  just  to  get  it  over  with.

he  does  nothing  of  the  sort. 

instead,  the  soldier  shifts  his  weight  from  side  to  side.  back  still  mostly  turned  to  the  wraith  behind  him,  he  asks,  “  what  are  you  doing  here?  ”  surprisingly  enough,  the  words  hold  no  real  malice  —  if  anything,  they  are  more  akin  to  being  …  tired.  confused,  even.

[onskepa]

Stxeli: I promise

Hellooooooo~!! Here is a new chapter of my stxeli series! Hope you all like this one! enjoy~!!

Stxeli series

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“As a tsahik, you are busy every day sa’nok, what time would you have for my baby sister?” Little Neytiri asks as she narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. Mo’at doing the same stance, “and as a warrior in training, you have lessons to attend to ma’ite. Being with your teacher and helping with the clan, what spare time do you have with stxeli?”. 

Eytukan couldnt help but let out a slow chuckle. They are at it again, his mate and child fighting over who can have stxeli for the day. It has become a daily thing, see who wins over stxeli. The baby in question was playing with some toys he carved for her, oblivious that her mother and sister are arguing over her. 

But eytukan decides to take matters in his own hands. He has a rare free day today, why not have a nice father-daughter day? Liking the idea, he grabs stxlie in his arms, and quietly tells his family he will take the baby for the day. But he doesnt think mo’at or neytiri heard him as they continue to argue. 

Walking around with stxeli in his arms, he lets her see their village, something the baby will never get tired of. Many young children say hello to him and his daughter, and he happily greets back. There is a lot they can do, but what exactly? She is fed and cleaned, so for the meantime he won't have to worry about that. 

“Aaaaababababa!!” Stxeli squeals happily, her chubby legs kicking in the air. Lately she has been getting more physically active. She can crawl, but hopefully, she will walk too. “I think I know exactly where to go,” Eytukan says. Stxeli looks up at him with her gummy smile, already showing two little white peaks growing. Her teeth are also coming too. 

They had her for a few months now, and already stxeli is growing up right before their eyes. Putting her on a carrying sling on his back, he sets out to a littler river not too far from the village. A place where children are often taken to learn the basics of fishing. And to enjoy fresh water. 

“Abaaaa?” Stxeli calls out, curious where her father is taking her. Smiling softly, he answers her, “you will have fun where I am taking you, perfect to play around”. 

The waters were calm and it wasn't that deep, perfect for stxeli to dip her little toes. Carefully bending down into the river, where it reaches up to his ankles, eytukan gently puts down his child. Firmly get gently holding her hands up as she laughs and giggles at the texture on her feet. 

Laughter fills the area, the child's innocent giggles eytukan’s ears. Pleased and happy that his daughter was enjoying the water. Splashing water around as she kicks around. Even jumping at times. Her smile is ever so contagious. 

Chuckling, eytukan sways her a bit, “alright lets try it, ready ma’ite?” he asks. Stxeli coos as if to answer her father. So, slowly, eytukan guide her step by step. Making sure the water doesn't slip her stance. “There you go, soon you will learn to walk and run. I am sure you will most likely hide behind our backs and scare us half to death” eytukan says while chuckling at his imaginary future. 

The more steps stxlie took, the more confident she got, taking bigger eager steps. “Easy my child, why in such a hurry?” he wonders while easily keeping up pace. Stxeli only said some baby words to answer him, still gripping tightly on his fingers. 

And to his surprise, stxeli took one big step and letting go of his grip. Was this the moment? 

No, one step and she fell on her bum against a rock. 

Not liking the stinging pain, with trembling lips, stxeli cries. Eytukan was quick to pick her up and rubs her little bum to soothe away the pain. “Sssshhh my young stxeli, no need to cry. It happens my child. Accidents happen and we learn from them” he softly whispers to her little round ear. 

Gently bouncing her on his arm, her little cries died down as she sniffs away her tears. Eytukan wipes away his daughter’s remaining tears and smiles, “see? All better. Want to try again?”. Stxeli was quick to shake her head in protest.  Eytukan accepts her choice and placed her on his lap as he sits near the river. 

Stxeli explores his giant hands, tracing his hand wrinkles and band armor. Her soft coos of wonder bring warmth to his heart. He lets her wonder more and she stumbles upon his songchord. The na’vi remembers how stxeli has taken a liking to mo’ats and neytiri’s songchords. Of course stxeli has her own, but it is safely tucked away back at their home. 

So, he takes out his song chord and swings it gently across stxeli’s face as she giggles, her hands chasing it. “You love my songchord don't you? One day, you will have your own, perhaps longer than mine. Long and beautiful, to sing and tell your story too” he tells her. Stxlie’s giggles are truly something. Her innocence and cheerfulness tug at eytukans heart. Every day he loves his child more and more. 

“Here, this is my story” giving his songchord to stxlie, he begins to tell of his beginning to now.

After a nice lunch of fruit, which is what stxeli seems to only eat. Eytukan takes her further down the river, where it leads to a little pond. Water seems to be an element stxeli has come to enjoy. Eytukan wouldn't be surprised if his child learns to swim before walking. But as they made their way, there were sounds coming from the forage in the forest. Sounds of leaves being moved, twigs break. 

He was quick to notice how silent the forest had become around them. Which can only mean one thing. 

A predator is near. Very near. 

And just like nothing, a growl was heard from his left, eytukan dodged it effortlessly. He grabbed his hunting knife as he held his child tightly. Stxeli began to whimper in fear. 

Taking a good look at what tried to attack him, it was a viper wolf. Not good. They always hunt in packs. Meaning there is more he doesn't see. Not waiting for the viper wolf to make its move, eytukan ran quickly. And like a trigger, many more viper wolves appeared from their hiding 

spots. 

This only made stxeli scream and cries out of fear. He would try to calm her, but right now her safety is his priority. 

If he could just-

Eytukan couldn't go farther as another viper wolf stood in his way. He can't fight with his child in his arms. The animal releases a mocking laughter, ready to lunge at the father. But eytukan was faster. Jumping high, he reaches for a vine and begins to climb. 

Stxeli was crying her little soul out, eyes puffy and cant seem to stop. Once eytukan reached high enough, he found a small nook in a tree. Perfect. Quickly he grabs giant leaves and makes a cushion for stxeli. 

“Ssshhh ma’ite. I'm here, I won't let anything hurt you” eytukan promises. Gently rocking his daughter to soothe her fears. “See? We are safe, come now. I believe it is time for you to nap” he coos. 

Hopefully she sleeps very soon, eytukan knows those viper wolves will find them. He took a wrong turn and now they are farther away from the village. He needs to drive them far away before he could proceed heading back. And there is only so much daylight left. He needs to think fast. 

So he takes his songchord out and sways it in a hypnotizing way. Stxeli follows his songchord, her eyes moving side to side. 

Hearing her fathers soft voice and his melody, stxeli closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep. 

Good. 

Gently he places her in the nook of the tree, adding more leaves for her head, cover and hiding the entrance as a disguise. Looking at his songchord, eytukan places it in stxelis chubby little hand to which she grabs it tightly in her sleep. 

Making sure he closes it well, he whispers a prayer. 

“Great mother Eywa, please do not let the dangers reach my daughter. Protect as I will guide the viper wolves back to you” 

And as if on cue, he can hear the distant mocking laughter of the pack. A plan began to form, moving away from where he hid stxeli, he yanks off a thick branch, and makes a weapon out of it. 

Viper wolves are vicious creatures where numbers are important. Attacking as one, will they get what they want equally. A clear strategy is there and it always works be it attacking a group, or a large prey. 

But clearly they underestimate the mighty olo’eyktan. 

One by one the viper wolves were taken down. Each slayed, and numbers dwindled in the pack. 

Eytukan roared out as he brought the viper wolves back to their great mother. With his makeshift spear, tough woof and a sharp stone in front, he pierces the animals in the vital parts of their body. 

What remained of the pack backed away and left. No longer seeing the worth of losing blood over one man. So they leave, running back to where they came from. And eytukan cries out his victory, raising his spear out to Eywa. 

Falling to his knees, fresh blood paint on his hands and body, he prays to the animals he had to end. And to hope they make a safe travel when they meet with Eywa. 

Atokirina surrounded the little nook where eytukan placed stxeli, quickly climbing to reach her. Mentally slapping himself, who knows how much time has passed, it was dark and he wasnt sure how long he was knocked out. 

However, he was forever grateful to see his precious daughter being protected by the great mother. Removing the leaves that hid her well, he looks inside. 

Stxeli was wide awake, with his songchord in hand and a little atokirina floating playfully around her. Her contagious giggles melted away his worries. Noticing him, stxeli reaches out for him. 

“Aba!” she calls out. Complying to her demand, he grabs her and holds her in his arms. Letting out groans of worry and relief. How close was he to losing another daughter. Gently stroking her soft little head, taking in her scent, its her. Stxeli is with him, alive and well. 

“Thank you great mother, I am forever grateful to you” he says to the atokirina. 

Eytakan was tired but he had to take stxeli back to the village before more danger lurks. So steadily, he makes it back. And does he have a story to tell. It might give mo’at a fightful scare, and probably a lecture. But it will be worth it. Any fight is worth it. All to keep his children safe. 

And so, after arriving safely back to the village. Eytukan was right. Mo’at wouldn't stop lecturing him as she tended to his bloody wounds, shoving medicine in his scares and mouth. And neytiri wasn't too far off either. Giving her piece of mind to him too. 

Yet after all that, he still clinged on to stxeli, who in return didn't want to be apart from him and happily clinged on to him too. Her little head always listening to his heart beat, while chewing on his songchord beads. 

So, in the fit of the moment, he held stxeli up, where they eyes could meet. A little drool escaped the baby’s mouth, but she was happy either way. Cooing at her father, her little fingers tickling his nose. So, placing his forehead against her smaller head, eytukan speaks. 

“As long I am alive ma’stxeli te taksha mo’at ite, I promise you I will protect you. To make sure no harm ever comes to you. So please, smile, laugh, live at your best. Your happiness is my greatest gift. I love you forever. That is my vow. My promise”. 

Aaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Yes I pulled some inspiration from kataru's screen time. Hope you all enjoyed this one! until next time! see ya!

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Posting these here to fill in the void(a lame excuse to just post my oc actually sssshhh)

I'm a sucker for sacrifical lamb coded characters with adopted father figures and so I had to sprinkle that into my new hyperfixation.