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Hello, this is my first time requesting something and i was kinda nervous and i have a few ideas in mind.

But i was wondering if you can write an avatar x maleficent readeri don’t see many of these and i would like something different, and love your writing (if you can’t thats totally fine) thx

This was such a cute idea that I had immediately started it once I got this request! I kinda did a style of the movies still exists and it's not just a random occurrence in the universe. I cut this off to have a nice and fluff type ending but with the opportunity to do a part 2 with heavy angst. And if you want one with the second movie, like it's a growth from this one, just let me know.

Finding Home ~Avatar x Maleficent! Reader

Warnings: Small injuries and a miscommunication that almost causes a fight (Tsu'tey doesn't understand human friendship dynamics)

Being born with wings was definitely a surprise when everyone in the delivery room when I was born. Especially when I later began to grow horns with each passing month. I could only imagine everyone's surprise when they all found out I was exactly like the Disney character Maleficent. That the story wasn't as fictional as everyone had once thought.

Growing up I had idolized the movies of her, ecstatic that I was unique just like she was. Though their were difficulties with my uniqueness as I got older. It was harder to breathe normally compared to someone that had regular problems when I had come to be about 6.

Mom worked with the RDA as a researcher, so they were willing to take a look at me to see what might be wrong. They finally came to the conclusion it was because of the lack of natural forests with fresh air. This caused me to have to use a special inhaler at least 3 times a day. But it was also a discovery that changed my life because I got to meet Grace.

"You know, I'm going to a special place. A different planet that's supposed to have a lot of trees and all kinds of animals and flowers. I think it's just the place you need to truly thrive. Do you like that idea?"

That's what led me here 21 tear years later, technically 15 if cryosleep isn't counted. A botanical expert that would be working alongside Grace and the other members of the Avatar program.

During the safety briefing, I could feel everyone staring at me. But I had become used to it and just focused on the information that was being given to us. Feeling anxious to see Grace again after so long since I first and last saw her.

After the meeting was over, I got ushered along with a Norm and Jake to go and meet up with Grace. I had a small bounce in my step as I walked along with them, not even noticing the weird looks.

"I just gotta ask. What's with the wings and horn things? You like dressing up in them or something?"

"Jake!"

I chuckled softly at the question, casually looked over at the both of them as Jake just waits for an answer as Norm looks absolutely mortified. Stretching my back slightly, I lift one wing up to hang over his had for a second. Smirking at the look of pure awe on both of their faces. "That good enough for you?"

"Holy shit," Jake softly laughed out as he stared at them for a few more seconds before shaking his head. "Now I've seen it all."

"No, I don't think you have yet." I look ahead as we get to the control center of the Avatar program. A smile spreading across my face as I take in all the technology around us, focusing mostly on the screens that were playing overhead.

The sound of one of the pods opening drew my attention away to across the room. A genuine smile coming across my face as I saw her sitting up from the machine, Dr. Grace Augustine.

Grace spoke to some of the other researchers before she turned to look at all of us. I had to keep myself from jumping in to hug her when she turned her focus to me.

Taking in my appearance, she had a small grin as she reached out and affectionately cupped my chin. "Look at how much you've grown. I don't even recognize that little kid that used to carry around a stuffed Maleficent toy like it was a part of you. I'm glad you got to join the program, (Y/n)."

"Thank you, Dr. Augustine," I bashfully reply, feeling ecstatic that she even remembered my name from one interaction years ago. "I'm grateful for the opportunity to be here and working alongside you."

"Always the modest one. That's one of the things I admired about you." She playfully shook my head before finally letting go. Her face becoming a little more stern as she looked at Jake and Norm. Speaking a little more firmly with them.

Letting her words fade into the background, I look back over at all monitors that sit in the center of the room. Marveling at the images that were showing up along with the graphs and how quickly they changed every few seconds.

"They update in real time, you know." I turn my head over to see a guy with glasses standing there with a smile. Pointing up at one of the screens, he continues, "The graphs and the numbers. They help us monitor the vitals of everyone while they are in the pods."

I let out a small 'oh' in understanding as I look back at the monitors for a couple more moment before looking back at him. Holding my hand out, I begin to introduce myself, "I'm (Y/n)."

"I heard," he chuckled out as he took hold of my hand. "My name's Max. I help track the vitals of everyone. And I'm sure everyone heard your name earlier. Grace has never been that nice to anyone before, except for the children."

"Children?" I give him a questioning look as I drop his hand. "They have children here on the base?"

"No, the Na'vi children. Oh, I bet that they are going to love you when they get a look at you." Max's eyes widen when he realized what he had said. Opening and closing his mouth as he tries to find something else to say.

"(Y/n), follow me. Time for a little academic show around." Grace calls out as she begins to head out the door with the men close behind.

Turning back to look at Max one last time, I raise my hand with another smile as I walk away. "I hope your right about that."

I lightly jog to catch up with the group as Grace leads us through the series of hallways until she pushes open a set of doors. When we enter, the first thing I noticed was the dim lighting and blue tint that almost glowed around us. The second thing was the glass tubes that held our Avatars.

Grace placed a hand on my shoulder before leading me to a specific pod off towards the back of the room. Speaking softly when we get closer, "It will take a little longer for you to get your Avatar than the others. It decided to pick up a few extra strands in your DNA that we used."

I stare in awe as I stand in front of the tank, noticing what she had meant. There laid a Na'vi body with features just like mine. Along with a small set of horns and wings that were still developing to fit the rest of the body. Stepping closer, I set my hand on the glass as I smile down at the body. "It's beautiful."

Grace stood beside me with one arm around my shoulders as she put her other hand on the glass with me. "Just like you."

While I didn't have the Avatar body, Grace still let me tag along during the research expeditions. Just as long as I promised to keep my inhaler on my person and my mask stayed on at all times if I didn't need to use it. Just because she wanted to test out the theory of me potentially being able to breathe the air here slowly and in a controlled environment.

We were carefully walking through the forest to a spot where Grace had decided to get some new samples from earlier. There wasn't much talk as we took in the sight of living plants in front of us. Or at least me and Norm were mostly focused on them.

"So, are you able to fly with your wing? Or do they not work for that?" I turn my head up to see Jake staring back at with a confused look on his face.

"I can, but not very well. There weren't many places that I could do something like that back on Earth," I casually explain to him before looking around back around at the area around us.

Grace kneels to the ground around some roots in a tree as she begins to get the equipment ready with Norm as she guides him on what to look for with the images that showed on the screen. I tried to pay attention as I looked down, but I saw Jake walk away out of the corner of my eye.

Following after him, I see him interacting with a different kind of plant. The moment he touched it, it retracted towards the ground as a defense mechanism. I smiled as I watched him do it again with the same result. We both laughed slightly until all of them went to the ground to reveal a small group of the native animals.

We both hold our breaths as one of them gets closer to us. Grace comes running over with Norm as she calls out to Jake. "Don't move. It's only a defense tactic. Just stand your ground."

I watched as he stared down the creature until I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Slowly turning my head around and up, I saw a different animal with sharp fangs staring down at me. I held my breath out of fear as it looked over at Jake and let out a low growl. Jumping over the both of us, it stared down at Jake as he took a step back.

"What do I do with this one?" Jake called over to Grace as he locked eyes with the predator in front of us.

It let out another low growl when Grace called back, "Definitely run!"

I barely processed the fact that Jake had turned around to start running. I let out a small scream as he lifted me over his shoulder. I held onto his shoulder as I helplessly watched as the creature chase after us through the dense forest.

Suddenly Jake came to a halt which caused me to look over to see we had gotten to a cliff edge near a waterfall. "What are you doing?! Go!"

"Can you swim?!"

"Fucking jump!" I apparently didn't have to tell him a second time when a deafening roar sounded through the trees. He pulled me down to his chest and jumped down as he stiffened his body. I wrapped my wings tightly around us right before we hit the surface.

Water rushed past us for a few seconds before Jake began to swim upward. Pushing away from him to start swimming myself, we raise our heads over the surface. Jake gasped for air as we both look to see the creature slowly walk back into the forest.

I let out a small sigh as we swim over to the shore and check for any injuries. I glare at Jake after making sure I was fine from the fall. My voice laced with a subtle anger when I say, "'Can you swim'?"

Jake looks at him as he raises a hand as he backs away. "I was trying to make sure you would be safe if we-"

"Can you swim!? Can you fucking swim!? That's the first thing you thought of!? Not, 'is your mask waterproof' or 'is the thing catching up'! You could have thrown me and I would have flown down while you jumped if you were that worried! But 'can you swim' was all you could think of!?"

"You know," Jake began talking as he turned around and started to walk through the forest, "you are very angry for someone that looks like a Disney character."

"She was a villain to begin with anyways. Maybe you should watch your back Sully." I continue to glare at his back as I walk behind him deeper into the forest.

He looks over his shoulder with a smile as he takes in my disheveled appearance. Trying his hardest to hold in his laughter as he shrugged. "Grace wouldn't let you."

"Grace isn't here," I whisper to myself as we continue to walk. I hear noises of unknown animals from deep in the forest. Despite being mad at Jake, I quicken my pace to be walking beside him. Looking up at the trees, a strange feeling coming over my body as I scan the leaves overhead. "Jake..."

"I know," he mumbled as he carefully scans the trees as well. Reaching a hand out, he gently takes hold of my arm and pulls me to his side. "I feel the eyes too."

"Where are they? What are they?" I hold onto his arm as I start to breathe a little erratically. Using my free hand to rub at my chest as I begin to cough.

"Hey, hey. Calm down there. We'll be okay." Jake looks down at me as he stops walking. Kneeling down a little as his hand goes to my soaked bag. "You need your inhaler 3 times a day, right? You haven't used it since breakfast. Let's get it out and take a deep breath. Can you get it out?"

I nod my head as I let him take the bag off my shoulder. Trying to take a few shaky breaths as I begin to rummage through everything that I had packed. Quickly grabbing hold of the inhaler the moment I uncover it from under everything else. Pulling it out as I shake it lightly as I look at Jake. He gives a small nod, which help my nerves as I bring my free hand to my mask. Pulling it up just enough, I bring my inhaler up to my mouth and take a deep breath. Pulling it away almost immediately to secure my mask back into place with a deep breath.

Jake rubs my shoulder as he waits for me to catch my breath. Giving me an encouraging nod as holds my bag open as I put my inhaler back inside. "There we go. Come one, we need to keep moving. It's going to be night in a few hours and we need to find a place to spend the night."

I nod my head again as I look back at the trees above. Taking my bag back from him and securing it on my shoulder before we began to get on our way once again.

The sun had went down just a little over an hour ago. The sounds of multiple animals circling around us was all that I could hear as Jake began to sharpen a stick. I anxiously look around the trees to try and find where the animals might come from, but they just kept circling around just past our line of sight.

"(Y/n), look at me," Jake speaks in a slightly stern voice as he grabs my arm. As I look at him, I see the fear in his eyes at the situation. But he keeps his composure as he keeps talking as if he wasn't to begin with. "If anything happens, if I tell you to run, you forget about me and get out of here. You fly up and get into a tree until morning when Grace will come back and find you. You look after yourself and I know that you'll be fine. Do you understand?"

I quickly nod my head to show that I understood. I was going to say something to him, something about how it wouldn't have to come to that, but the words stopped short as the bushes right beside us rustle. I can't even fully comprehend it before Jake began to push me away in the opposite direction as we started running again.

We didn't run for long until the animals began to circle us in. I ended up with my back pressed against a tree as the dog like creatures snapped their teeth at Jake. I shut my eyes as soon as he begins to fight off the creatures. I didn't want to watch if he potentially had to kill a few of them before they hopefully ran off somewhere else.

Just as soon as everything got crazy, everything went quiet. I hesitantly opened my eyes to see Jake on the ground as a Na'vi woman kneels down to one of the creatures. Though I couldn't quite make out what she was saying, I could tell she was mumbling a prayer for the creature. That act alone made me look down and away from her, remembering how Grace told us of how sacred life was to the people.

Jake apparently wasn't informed of that or didn't remember as he tried to get closer to her, reaching out and touching her shoulder as he repeatedly tried to thank her. I had to keep from laughing as she swung her bow and hit Jake right in the face. I didn't do that good of a job as she looked over at me with a small hiss before turning around and running into the forest.

Jake quickly got off the ground and followed after her. I didn't even have the chance to protest as he called out from over his shoulder. "Come on (Y/n)."

I quickly made sure my bag was still closed, I ran after the both of them. Though it was a little harder considering that they were larger and more physically equipped to be jumping around the limbs of the trees.

"Hey, wait up!" Jake called out to the Na'vi as we got to a tree that was decently high up from the ground. He had just caught up to her when she turned around to face him.

"Away. Both of you," she spoke in a quiet tone, but the disdain was evident as she looked between the both of us. Getting so close in Jake's space that he took a step back and almost slipped. I held my breath as I watched Jake try to reason with her, even blocking me from her view by steeping to the side just slightly.

I tried to keep focused on the situation, but something moved closer to us out of the corner of my eye. Turning my head out of fear that another creature had followed us. But to my surprise there were small plant like things floating in the air. Slowly getting closer to us before most of them began to land on Jake. A hand full of them remained floating in the air nearby. Hesitantly, I reach a hand out to them, watching in awe as it slowly landed on my open palm. I laughed softly as it gently tickled my skin while the others continued to float around us.

After a few moments, they began to float away from us. I turned towards Jake with a huge grin at what had just happened. My gaze quickly turns curious as I see the Na'vi looking at us both in awe as well.

She looked between me and Jake before she beckoned us with a wave of her hand. "Follow me. Come now."

Jake looked like he wanted to protest her sudden change in heart, but I lightly pushed against his back to get him to follow her. With a sigh, Jake quickly began to chase after her with me following close behind.

We continue running across the tree limbs that seem to stretch on for eternity. Anxiety and anticipation coursing through my veins as the three of us go deeper into the forest.

"Where are we even-" Jake stops in the middle of his question as something comes in contact with his legs. I watch in horror as he violently falls down to the forest floor.

"Jake!" I call out as I lean over to see if he was injured. But I was forced to stop short as something wrapped around my chest. Throwing me off balance as I fall down to the ground as well, landing just a few feet from Jake. The impact leaves me disoriented as my head hits just lightly against a rock that was barely uncovered from the dirt.

I blink away the blur that comes into my vision as yelling sounds from almost every direction. A pair of hands lifts me up before one removes itself. My body tensing up entirely as I feel a sharp, cold blade carefully press right in between my shoulder blades.

Glancing over at Jake, I see he was in a similar situation with a knife pressed against his neck as they held him by his queue. But my attention quickly shifts again when the Na'vi who seems to be the leader of our ambush committee comes forward. He jumped down from his mount as he began to stalk over to Jake.

When he got just a few feet from Jake, the woman jumped down from the branch. Effectively blocking his path as the two of them began to argue between the two of them. I wasn't able to catch most of what they were saying due to how my head was throbbing due to the fall. What I could tell was that he wasn't happy with our presence and she mentioned something that involved their Tsahik.

The conversation came to a quick halt as the leader got back onto the horse like creature. He gave a short order to the rest of the group, which caused the Na'vi that were holding us to pull us to our feet. The sudden movement caused my head to spin so much that my stomach churned. I kneeled back to the ground before lifting up my mask, throwing up what little content I had in my stomach. Barely having enough time to secure my mask back on before the Na'vi begin to force me to my feet once again.

"Kehe!" The tugging on my arms stops when the woman calls out to them. They quickly let go of me when she pushes them away. She gently grabs my face with a small frown as she turns it to the side. Her voice is soft as she ghosts her fingers over a spot on the side of my head. "You are hurt. Let me help you to Hometree. You will get treated once we are there."

I don't stop her when she awkwardly wraps her arms around my body. Being tentative not to touch at the base of my wings too much as she lifts me up. I close my eyes with a small sigh as I slowly grasp at her words. My voice hardly a whisper when I ask, "We're going to Hometree?"

She shushes me as she begins to run with the rest of the group. I hold onto her with a small whine from the motions, even if I wasn't seeing the sights that were passing us by.

Before long, the movements came to a stop as soft murmuring echoed around us. I open my eyes to see that we had finally made it to the Hometree of the Omatikayan people. Many of them gathered around as the group came to the center.

I gently get set down near Jake, leaning into his side as I sway just slightly on my feet. I take another breath as I hear a conversation happening between the woman and another member of the clan. Making out just bits of what each of them were saying in the broken haze of focus that I had.

"What is he saying?" Jake's voice sounds out like a sore thumb when he asks the question. Though I couldn't tell if he was asking me solely or if it extended to the woman as well.

"My father is deciding on whether to kill you both or not." I frown at the blunt explanation she gave at the question. I barely even had time to register that information when I felt Jake move slightly before yelling sounded and I got jostled around.

My eyes immediately shot open at the motion as my wings stretched out in a defensive manner. This had caused more yelling as Jake pulled me closer to his side. But all the noise stopped when another voice calls out for silence. Everyone shifts their gaze over to see the Tsahik stepping into the center of the circle.

I blink away at the dizziness that I feel when she stands in front of us. Taking a deep breath, I bring my hand up to my forehead as I do my best to greet her without messing up the pronunciation.

When I lifted my gaze back up to her, she had a small grin on her face. "I see you were taught some of our ways. Though I see that you might not know the language."

I look at her confused at what she had just said. Looking up at Jake, I speak in a soft voice, "I swear that I pronounced it right."

"You didn't say anything," Jake told me with a concerned expression.

I blink at him a couple of times before I pointed at him with a serious look. "I believe I have a concussion."

"You believe? What gave you that impression?" The sarcasm dripped from his voice as he looked back up at the Tsahik. My face scrunched up slightly before I looked back at her as well.

She slowly took out a knife that had been resting in her neckwear. She quickly stepped towards Jake as she stabbed into his chest. I cringed as she licked away the small bit of blood that was on it. She looked at Jake with a curious expression before she looked down at me again.

She was about to do the same thing until the younger Na'vi, presumably her daughter with what I was gathering, stopped her before the knife hit my chest. She gently took my hand and pointed to the center of my palm. "One touched here."

The Tsahik seemed slightly intrigued by the statement, but she didn't say anything. She gently poked her knife just enough to collect a small bit of blood on the tip before licking it way with a thoughtful look. She looked between us once more before she addressed the crowd. "The Dreamwalker and the... human, shall stay with us. They will learn of our ways and what it means to be Na'vi. We shall all watch them as they learn."

Multiple reactions sound through the crowd at the choice their Tsahik had made, but she didn't pay them any mind. Instead, she turned to her daughter while saying, "Take him to get out of his demon clothes. I will tend to the child."

"I'm in my 20s. I'm not a child," I spoke up at the comment about my age. I knew that compared to their size I probably wouldn't been seen as a full adult to them. But I had been expecting to be acknowledged as more than an adolescent.

Jake gave me a light pat on the shoulder before he reached into my bag and started rummaging around. "Let's get your head working right first before you argue how old you are. But you're going to use your inhaler first before you get out of my sight again."

I let out a sigh as he pulled my inhaler out and placed it in my hand. Nodding my head at his statement, I took a deep breath before lifting my mask back up and taking a couple of puffs of the medicine. I blink back my dizziness when I put my mask back into place.

Jake takes my inhaler from my hand and puts it back in my bag for me. He tilts my head up slightly so I look him in the eyes as he speaks again. "You do what she says so you get better. And don't fall asleep for at least a couple of hours so we make sure your actually okay."

"Yes, mother," I snark at him as the Tsahik gently grabbed my arm and began pulling me up the steps that they had for the tree. I was mostly nudged up the tree by her until she guided me into a small platform that was suspended between the branches. She guided me to sit down on what seemed to be a woven blanket. She moved around and collected a few plants and a small bowl before she began to grind them into a paste.

She never looked up from her task as she spoke to me in a soft tone. "You are not entirely human."

I shake my head with a bashful grin as I watch her mix the plants together. Leaning forward slightly as I try to get a better look at her process. "Everyone thinks that I have fairy blood or something. None of the scientists could really agree on one theory about my condition. Just that I had a mutation somewhere in my family tree or such."

"You used a human thing earlier. What is its purpose to you?" She continued speaking as she grabbed my chin to turn my head. Gently rubbing the paste against where I had hit my head.

I closed my eyes with a small sigh, enjoying the cool feeling on my skin. Humming softly as I think of how to explain it to her. "It's a medicine thing. I use it so I can breathe normal enough to go on day to day. A lot of humans have the same thing. I just have an extra special condition."

"You can't breathe your own air." Based on her tone, I knew she was making a statement and not asking. I opened my eyes as she removed her hands from my body. Watching as she went over to grab a few bandages and a small bowl like container.

I shook my head as she sat down next to me again. Watching as she applied a bit more of the paste to the bandages. "No. That's part of why I'm here. Grace had thought I could maybe breath the air here with the forests. But that was before everyone knew the air here was toxic to humans. But she still wants to see if I can handle. Grace wants to do a few test before we fully see if I can."

As I finished my explanation, she began to carefully wrap the bandages around my head. When she was done with that, she then grabbed the container and held it out to me. "Drink this. It will help with the pain and let you rest well through the night."

I wanted to argue that I shouldn't go to sleep anytime soon, but I stopped myself when she gave me a stern look. I took a few quick drinks as I repeatedly took my mask off so I could drink however much she saw fit. When all the liquid was gone, she finally took it from me with a small nod. Almost immediately after I put my mask back on for the last time, she began to guide me to lay down on the blanket.

I watch her walk around he area, organizing things as she went. My eyes started to flutter shut with passing second that I watched her before speaking up just slightly in the quiet space, "My name's (Y/n)."

I thought I saw her smile a little as she continued to move things around on a shelf. I heard her voice speak out one last time before I went to sleep. "You may call me Mo'at, (Y/n)."

I begin to wake up to sound of hushed giggles filtering in and out of my consciousness. With a small groan, I opened my eyes to see a group of children standing over me. As soon as they see me wake up, they let out small shrieks before running off towards the bottom of the tree. Effectively dodging Mo'at as she comes into the area with a small basket.

She smiles as the children run by before she comes back over to me and sits down. Immediately lifting me up into an upright position as she begins to undo the bandages on my head. "I see the children have already taken an interest in you."

I smile at her before glancing over at the stairs that lead down. "I guess they do. I'm just glad they aren't terrified of how I look."

"They are young. Your world makes them curious and they have never seen one of your people with your... characteristics."

I laugh softly at the last part of what she said. Looking back at Mo'at, I saw she had set aside the bandages that she put on my head last night. My gaze becoming a bit more serious as I noticed a small bit of blood had soaked into it.

"You are fine. The worst that might happen is a small scar," her voice was firm but gentle when she reassured me. Taking a few new bandages from her basket before rewrapping my head in a slightly more snug way than last night. When she was done, she gave my head a small pat before pushing the basket towards me. I noticed that it had a small arrangement of foods in it as she stood back up and moved over to a shelf. "Take the mask off so you eat. It's not of use to you if you can breathe the air."

"But we don't know if I can breathe the air. Grace hasn't done the test to see if I could." I quickly try to remind her that it was only a theory that I could live without the mask on Pandora. That I couldn't know for certain if it would possibly to even do it for even a short period of time.

"You seemed to do just fine with it being broken while you slept." My breath caught in my throat as I took in her sudden revelation.

I frantically grabbed the small oxygen tank to see that the capacity was at zero. Frantically taking off the mask, my gaze immediately fell on a small bit of glass that had broken off and leaving a small, but still noticeable, hole. I take a few small breaths to see if anything seemed off, but it all was normal as I kept taking deep breaths.

"I'm not dead," I utter in disbelief as I look back at her in confusion. My mouth hanging open as I try to piece together how that could have worked. "But... how?"

"I believe you had said something about 'fairy blood' last night. Or did you not really mean that when you told me?" Mo'at had a playful grin on her face as she glanced back over at me.

"I'm going to be perfectly honest here, after I fell off that branch last night, I don't remember much of anything. It's all a blur besides from getting here, your daughter Neytiri, and a very grumpy man who shouted a lot."

"Tsu'tey. That is the man you remember. Now eat," she spoke firmly once again before taking a few bottles from the shelf and setting down not to far from me.

I shuffled a little closer to the basket and pick out some of the fruit that was there. Taking small bites as I watch her work on refilling the herbs that she had begun to get low on. We just sat together in silence as she did her work. Occasionally, I would interrupt her work to offer her a piece of fruit that she would take with a ghost of a smile.

Our attention is soon drawn to the entrance when Jake and Neytiri come walking in. I bit back a laugh as I take in the sight of Jake, dressed in the traditional clothing and covered in mud with a few cuts here and there.

Jake immediately stops in his tracks when he looks at me with wide eyes. "Where's your mask at?!"

"It's broken." I give him a small shrug before I look over at Neytiri. Watching as she went over to her mother and motioned for Jake to come closer and sit.

"What do you mean it's broken?! How are you not dead?!" He continued standing there in disbelief. Completely ignoring the small glare Neytiri was giving him.

"I'm special or something like that." I grab another few pieces of fruit from the basket and hold my hand out for Mo'at and Neytiri. Mo'at takes a piece before Neytiri does the same with a small nod of her head.

Jake just continues to stare in disbelief as he moves over to sit down. I pass him a piece of fruit before giving him a small pat on his shoulder.

"I see he is learning well," Mo'at comments as she passes some herbs over to Neytiri.

"He's a skxawng," she responded before she crushed the leaves into small flakes before moving to rub it into his cuts.

"What does that mean?" Jake looks at Neytiri, hoping she would explain. When she ignored him, Jake looked over to me with a confused look.

"It means you're an idiot." I give Jake a smug grin when I answer his question. Eating another piece of fruit before I glance over at the entrance. Tensing up when I see the Olo'eyktan and the man known as Tsu'tey walking towards us. Lowering my gaze, I lean towards Jake and whisper to him, "Now, try not to be an idiot and keep your mouth shut when they walk in."

Jake rolls his eyes before looking at the two warriors as they walked into the area. I glance up at the two with a small frown on my face. They both look at me and Jake for a second with guarded looks on their face. The Olo'eyktan soon shifts his gaze over to Mo'at with a knowing look on his face as he tilts his head slightly towards the entrance. She nods her head in return before standing up. Mo'at affectionately brushes some hair out of Neytiri's face with a smile. Then she turned to me and softly pats my head before walking down the tree with her mate.

Once they leave, I look back at Tsu'tey to see him already giving me a small glare. I give him an awkward smile which only makes him scowl even more. "Demon," was all he said before looking back at Jake with an even deeper scowl.

"Hey there buddy boy," Jake playfully quips back as he begins trying to wipe off some of the mud on his chest with his bare hands. Though he didn't do much other than just smear the mud around as he smiled like an idiot.

"Accident," he continued to scowl as he looked Jake over. Clearly unammused by Jake's joking attitude.

"Aw. I think he likes you Jake. You should give him a big hug to become friends." I have a grin on my face as I look between the two men. Taking notice of how Neytiri looked shocked by my suggestion one time as I glanced towards Jake.

"He raises a hand towards me, I will cut him," Tsu'tey speaks in a menacing way as he glared at me.

"I know," I laugh a little as I stare straight back at him. Biting my lip as I try not to grin like an idiot at the shocked look on Tsu'tey's face.

"Okay, (Y/n). Reel in the manic for a minute. I think you're freaking them out with your humanly sense of humor." Jake slightly pushes my head in order to bring me back to the moment.

I roll my eyes with a small pout before picking up another piece of fruit from the forgotten basket. Popping it in my mouth and slowly chewing. Looking at the woven floor as I finally mumble something pointed towards Jake, "Virgin."

"What did it call me?!" My eyes widen as Tsu'tey reaches down and grabbed ahold of the front of my shirt. A small scream coming out of my mouth as Jake and Neytiri both shoot up from their spots. Both trying their hardest to get between us and remove me from his grasp.

It had been a little over a month since Jake and I had gotten to Hometree. He had been training hard as a warrior while I learned more about the plant life from the clan healers. Everything was going well for us as time went on, despite the bad start that I had with Tsu'tey. Though he seemed to be convinced that I was in fact talking about Jake and not him after I explained a few human customs that were common among friends.

Jake even had enough approval within the clan that he was able to get Grace to be able to visit. She was shocked about the fact that I hadn't been wearing my mask since we had gotten there. But she was very happy that I was thriving in the environment like she had always wanted for me. She even told me that in another month, I might finally have a viable Avatar to use if I still wanted it even though I apparently could live without it.

But living amongst the Na'vi didn't mean that everything from my life before them stopped. Especially with my unique genetic makeup.

I went over to Jake as he ate breakfast with Neytiri and Tsu'tey. He looked over at me with a smile as I nervously sat down near the group. "Well good morning. You normally don't come and join our group until it's around time for lunch."

I fidget with my fingers as I look at the group, glancing at everyone until I focus on Jake again. "I need your help with something. And I'm only asking because your a good friend and I have to do this today."

Jake's expression becomes serious as he looks over at Neytiri and Tsu'tey. They both appear confused as well when they look at me for an explanation.

I look down at the ground as I bite my lip. My face heating up as I quickly tell them what was wrong. "I'm molting."

"That's it?" Jake seems in disbelief at what I told him. He even laughed a little as he leaned closer to try and get me to look at him again. "That's not too big of a deal. I'm sure you'll be okay."

I glare up at him as I stare him down. Taking a deep breath as I begin to further explain to him the situation. "It is a big deal. I can molt for multiple days sometimes, but I need to get as much taken care of the first day. If not, I could get infections and intense back pains that could last for months. And that's on top of the pain I can normally feel due to having wings."

The smile on his face faded away as I kept talking. His eyes becoming apologetic as he let's out a sigh. "I didn't know it was that big of a deal. Are you sure it has to be today?"

"I'm very sure. Once when I was in high school, I waited two days because I had to focus on studying for some stupid geometry final. When I finally got it taken care of, over half my feathers were gone, molted and perfectly healthy ones. It took months for them all to grow back and I couldn't even sit up in my bed without having someone help me for weeks."

Jake nods his head a little with a serious look in his eyes. "Tell me what you need help with."

"Thank you," I softly mumble as I sit with my back facing him. Slightly spreading my wings for him to have an easier time with helping me. I take a deep breath as I begin to lightly guide my fingers through the feathers. "You just basically brush them with your fingers and let the bad ones fall out. If there are any that are loose but not coming out yet, leave them be. They probably just need a little time to be ready."

It took a few moments, but I finally felt Jake start to work on the back of my wings. I could tell he was hesitant to do it because he didn't want to cause me any pain. As the time went on and I didn't tell him that it was hurting, he began to get a little more confident with each movement.

There was a decent amount of feathers laying around me when I took a small break to look around. Stopping my gaze when I noticed a group of children looking over at me from around a corner a little ways from us. Most of them a little older with what seemed to be their younger siblings. They kept pointing as they whispered to one another. But one little girl stood out as she just stared in awe while looking between the pile of feather and my face.

I smiled a little as I reached my hand out, gesturing for her to come closer. She seemed a little taken aback by my action, but soon smiled as she quickly walked over. She immediately sat down beside me, leaning against my body as she excitedly reached a hand up to touch one of my horns.

"Aen'ya!" Neytiri trys to scold the girl, but I raise my hand to let her know it was fine. Neytiri looked at me with a sympathetic like look. "She is very trusting. But she also still needs to learn to keep her space."

"She's okay. Kids back on Earth would do the same thing. I'm just glad one of the children is doing something other than just pointing from a distance." I smile at Aen'ya as I speak, happy to be a part of her child like excitement. I gently take her hand and she looks spooked by the contact. But she keeps smiling as I move her to sit on one of my legs and hand her some of my discarded feathers.

As she takes them out of my hand, I look back at the small group to see them all looking back in awe. I wave my hand at them to come join as Aen'ya starts to randomly place feathers into my hair. A few of them start to laugh as the excitedly push each other closer as a couple others run off in the opposite direction.

Soon the group comes and sits down closer by as they lightly reach out and touch my wings. They are extra gentle as they laugh with each little handful of fluff they managed to pull out. By the time they have their own little piles, the others that had run off return with their arms full of strings and a couple of baskets full of other little supplies to do whatever they had planned. Passing everything around as a few of them began to hold up a combination of beads they had to my skin with little giggles.

"Wow. You look like you got dragged into a second grade art class," Jake lightly snickered as he leaned back into his original spot once the kids took over for him to get a couple more feathers.

I make a face at him which causes the children to start laughing. But the seem to take his words as an invitation, because a couple of them grab his arms and pull him to sit on the ground. A couple even go the extra mile and do the same thing with Neytiri and Tsu'tey. Neytiri seemed happy with it as she began to help them with what they each were making. Tsu'tey most just sat there with a soft scowl on his face, but he would pay attention to any of the children if they held up something for him to look over.

We all just sit there laughing with one another as the children continue to work on their projects. But soon one of the boys grabs my arm to hold it still as two girls begin tying something around my bicep. I look at it confused until I realized that they had made me an accessory with beads and a couple of my feathers hanging down. Then a few others do the same thing as they tie an anklet on me with wide grins.

I take a look at both pieces of jewelry to see just how uniquely beautiful they were. Smiling as I open my arms out to pull each of them into a hug as a thank you. They all laugh as they begin to lean into my arms for one big hug.

A warm feeling came into my chest as I just held all the children close to me. Staring at each of them as a sense of peace washes over me. Similar to the feeling I had when I watched the movies when I was young. The feeling that I had finally found the place that I truly belong.

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Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this little installment. I'm glad for my first request and I'm going to start working on a few other add ons for Silent Treatment and Aggressive Caregiver (I need a masterlist at some point). But have a good day and remember; We are bad bitches, and bad bitches follow boycotting to the fullest. Don't actively give any money to Disney for anything. We're smart and kind people who were raised on revolutions that Disney wrote. I'm sure we can pirate movies from someplace or have the DVDs for the movies. Do your part as best you can. I love you all and stay happy for the year to come.

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Just Married - Tsu'tey x Female!Mate

summary: when you stepped into the public eye for the first time after your mating, tsu'tey couldn't contain the overflowing affection he held for you. but because you felt insecure about the way you were being perceived by the clan, tsu'tey decided to prove you otherwise

contains: insecure!reader, fluff, tsu'tey being very sweet and pda-prone

wc: 1.2k

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Tsu’tey was always a reserved man, never someone who openly displayed affection, at least, not for others to see. Known for his cold demeanor in the clan and never really minding that, Tsu’tey kept mostly to himself. That was until he fell for you.

The union between you two came gradually but swiftly, hidden in the unspoken words and lingering touches, like a precious gem that needed to be protected from the prying eyes. And Tsu’tey struggled deeply, because all throughout him courting you, all he wanted was to be consumed by you - to touch you as much as he could, to be immersed in your scent, to hear your voice and make you smile. But there was always the fear of scaring you away, so he contained it and locked it away, waiting patiently until the day you would be officially his - when you would truly choose him, the way that he had chosen you.

And when you did eventually mate, and the realization dawned that he no longer had to keep his heart caged, the love for you spilled out of him uncontrollably. His hands were eager to explore every inch of your being, lips trailing soft kisses all over your skin, as if etching the memory into his mind. So within the initial days after the blissful mating, both of you preferred to seek privacy, never leaving your home to enjoy the newfound connection. During these days, Tsu'tey became inseparable from you, clung to you like a second skin, obsessed with the way you were consuming all of his thoughts.

But as the day of reemerging into the public eye arrived, you suddenly felt intimidated by the idea of getting attention from the clan. Having already inherent innate insecurity, being openly with the chief added a new layer of complexity. After all, he was highly respected within the clan, and the standards for his chosen mate were high, casting a shadow of heavy expectation upon you. And as you returned to your communal duties now together, you attempted to make yourself small next to him, hoping that shrinking in his presence will keep you hidden from the eyes of the others. But his scent lingering on your skin announced the news of your mating loudly. You were naive to think that keeping a distance with Tsu’tey in public and minimizing the touches could be enough.

And while it was unfortunate that it didn’t work, what was worse was that it breathed a wave of insecurity into Tsu’tey. That perhaps, you didn't feel about him as strongly as he felt about you. At first, he tried to write it off to your reserved nature, thinking that you were probably just getting used to his affections, but the more you flinched whenever he tried to reach you, the more worrisome he grew.

As you sat together during the communal dinner, you were anxious, feeling as if you were being watched at all times.

“Yawne, you look… stressed,” Tsu’tey made an observation, reaching for your hand, which you instinctively pulled away from his grasp.

The surge of overwhelming emotions within Tsu'tey turned from pure desire and love to a perplexing mixture of confusion and pain. Even this slightest withdrawal in your response caused his heart to clench, piercing amber eyes searched for the reason behind your hesitance.

“Yawne?” he glared down at your hand now tucked between your thighs, as if trying to shield it from his own hand finding yours, “Are you ashamed of being with me?”

“No, of course I am not ashamed,” you shook your head firmly, surprise flickering in your eyes, “Why would I ever be ashamed of being with you?”

“I don’t know, Y/N,” Tsu’tey’s frown mirrored your own, as if it was a puzzle both of you desperately needed to solve, “Why do you pull away when I try to touch you?”

You shrank under his gaze, ears lowering in defeat or perhaps embarrassment, preparing for a vulnerable confession. Cautiously, you scanned the surrounding crowd to ensure no one was listening in. Tsu’tey reached for you once more, resting his hands over your shoulders, as if trying to snap you back into the conversation.

“It’s just… I don’t want to draw attention to us,” you bit your lip, wishing that you could take words back, “I know that everyone already thinks you are too good for me, so I don’t want to remind them of that.”

His expression softened, hands moving from your shoulders to gently cup your face.

“That is not true, no one thinks that,” his tone was serious, trying to convince you that he meant every single word he uttered, “And it shouldn’t matter, yawne. When it comes to you, I cannot hide my feelings. I have yearned for the moment to hold you and touch you ever since my eyes first laid on you. Please do not deny me that, yes?”

You nodded weakly, ears flattening against your skull in a mixture of embarrassment and flattery. Tsu’tey barely spoke more than a few words, especially when it came to his feelings. But he just wasn’t used to it, if he could, he would have screamed at the top of his lungs about how much he loved you. A mischievous smile then curved upon his lips as his mind raced with an idea to convey his affection to you openly, even without the need for spoken words.

A loud yelp escaped your lips, slicing through the air, as Tsu'tey unexpectedly scooped you up the ground and stood up, throwing you over his shoulder. It was so sudden, that your face almost collided with his back, and you had to frantically cling to his body to grip onto him. Your legs dangled helplessly in the air, desperately searching for the solid ground that had become too far away.

“Tsu’tey! Put me down!” you hissed angrily, swatting at his back, but he only chuckled.

The gesture, of course, drew the attention of the whole clan, and curious gazes fixated upon the scene unfolding before them. Annoyed by the unexpected display, you swatted at Tsu'tey again in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp. But instead of releasing you, he turned around dramatically and spoke loudly.

“Everyone, my beautiful mate and I will leave the dinner earlier tonight,” he announced, still holding you tightly, his hands gripping onto your thighs, “Please enjoy the rest of the evening without our presence.”

You could have sworn in that moment that you were probably turning purple from all of the embarrassment. Your heart raced, adrenaline rushing through your body, as Tsu’tey began to walk through the crowd with a snicker. Yet despite your expectations, there was no judgment in the looks you were receiving from the clan members. Still hanging upside down over his shoulder, you could see them only chuckling and nodding with smiles at the sight of Tsu’tey, always cold and unemotional, finally letting himself relax with his mate.

“Tsu’tey! Everyone’s staring,” you whispered shyly, as he continued to walk, carrying you effortlessly.

“Let them stare,” he chuckled weakly, delivering a soft smack to your bottom, making you gasp in shock, “They need to see the pure joy you bring into my life.” You bit your lip in amusement, his words were clearly aligning with the reactions you were getting. Tsu'tey's carefree demeanor and the accepting murmurs of your clan members reassured you that your bond was something to celebrate, not hide.

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Hi love, can I have a really fluffy Evan imagine? I am 22 years old and a first year teacher who teaches first grade. Could it start out where she trashed college. It then transition to him helping her set up her classroom, and then once the years starts where she is overwhelmed being a first year teacher so he does all this sweet stuff and comforts her? Thanks!!

Yes of course hope you enjoy ☺️

Teaching the first grade (evan peters x teacher reader)

Summary: evan helps you set up your classroom for your first day of being a first grad teacher

Warnings: none really

Word count:1,9k

A/n: it’s officially spooky season feel free to sent some requests. I have somethings in the works for Halloween ☺️

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For as long as you could remember you wanted to be a teacher helping children be educated and progress in their lives. Help them be something spark their curiosity about what they wanted to be. So when you made it to college you knew that you wanted to study education mostly for younger children such as first graders.

But college life outside of classes got the best of you struggling to keep up with classes sure you managed to pass most of your classes. But being late to most of them and finding things hard. You made loads of friends even met people who didn't go to college such as Evan peters who then progressed to become your boyfriend later on.

Even though you failed some classes you were determined to full-fill your dreams in becoming a teacher. Asking to take extra time in your work to get the grades you needed to seek further in your education. In which all paid off well.

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After a few years of studying you finally made it in your dreams. Getting a job as a first grade teacher you were nervous about how it would play out but Evan stood by your side throughout the process. Helping you set up your classroom. "Where do you want this?" He asked holding a box filled with things to decorate your classroom. "On one of the desks at the back please" you answered stapling some things on the wall to give the glum looking room some character for the children.

You and Evan spent the day moving desks so the tables would be in groups of four. You had a whole idea set up, a vision of how to make the class fun for the children yet still educational. "I'm so nervous for Monday" you said finishing the last piece of wall decoration. "You'll do amazingly, I mean when I was in first grade I didn't have superheroes and barbie dolls in my classroom, you'll be the best teacher ever" Evan reassures you his hands on your shoulders placing a chaste kiss on your cheeks.

You felt anxious and overwhelmed by the whole situation, sure this is what you wanted but now that it's officially happening the reality was setting in. It wasn't going to be easy by any means being responsible for a class of 20-25 children. "I hope you" you sighed finishing off the last pieces of your classroom.

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Monday soon rolled around fast, the first school year. You woken up early barely able to even sleep due to your nerves. Picking out some dress pants and a white shirt you quickly got changed and applied some light makeup straightening your hair. Evan was still asleep light snores echoed through the room.

You went into the kitchen to make some coffee and eat your overnight oats for breakfast. You were to busy looking Through emails before you had to leave you didn't see Evan sluggishly walking into the kitchen. "Morning babe" he yawned running his tired eyes.

"Good morning" anxiety seeped through your tone Evan took notice wrapping his arms around your waist. "You'll do amazingly those kids are going to have the best teacher ever" he praised placing a kiss on your cheek. "You really think so?" You asked your hands on top of his on your waist. "I know so you'll take to it like a fish in water".

You were in your classroom getting everything prepared for your class coming in. You felt more nervous than before, hands trembling wiping over each desk. The clock showed 7:49am, ten minutes before your class officially starts you prepared all the last minute details such as pencils and paper for drawings.

8:00am rolled around you stood outside your classroom waiting on the children to arrive. Seeing all the children lined up outside the classroom smiles on their faces guided by the older grade as their buddy for a few weeks while they all settle into the school.

"Hello everyone I'm ms y/l/n come on in and I'll sort you all in your seating plan" you said in a comforting manner. All the children followed you in the room, you had instructed them to line up at the back of the class room and you will call out their names.

"Tommy merland?" You called a little boy with dirty blonde hair stepped forward shyly. "You come sit over here" you smiled. You called out each of the children's names one by one. The seating plan went as two boy and two girls on each table. All the children chatted amongst themselves getting to know everyone.

You nerves calmed down a little. Clearing your throat "okay class I want you all, in your groups come up with a name for your group and that will be the name of the group for awards and games- now this can be a character from your favourite show, game or favourite singer" you instructed "yes miss" the children called all chatting amongst themselves coming up with a group name.

After about five minutes you gained the children's attention. "Okay so Corey's table what name have you chosen?" You asked all the children seemed excited to share their names. "Spongebob" the little boy called out. "Amazing group one SpongeBob group" you said writing it down so you could put a picture on their pots in the middle of the table.

"Millie's group what did you pick?".

"Tom and Jerry". The brunette girl called. "Hey we wanted Tom and Jerry" a boy called out in a huff. Before you knew it a argument broke out between the two children. "Okay children is there another name you would like?" You asked hoping they may have picked a backup. "No we wanted Tom and Jerry".

You tried to resolve the small issue with brainstorming ideas but they weren't having it, still bickering over the topic. "Everyone hands on your heads" the children followed your attention exercise. "Hands on nose, on lips". All the children fell silent waiting on your next words.

You felt stressed out but an idea came to your head. "How about one group will be Tom and the other one be Jerry?" The children considered your suggestion one group picked Tom the other Jerry.

Later on in the classroom you were teaching the children their handwriting skills before lunch. All the children were doing great. You went round each group to see if they needed some help. "Great job everyone, now please put your pencils away and get ready for lunch" you called the class put all their things away getting ready for that lunch time bell to ring.

During lunch out let out a sigh finally being alone to think and take a breather. You heard your cellphone ringing in your bag fishing out for it. Evan's screen name shone on the device a smile on your lips answering the phone.

"Hey babe how is it so far?" He asked, you could practically hear the smile through the phone.

"I'm overwhelmed by it all, don't get me wrong I love it but it's so stressful I had to settle an argument on what group can be Tom and Jerry" you giggled.

"Tom and Jerry?" Evan asked. "Yeah in the group the kids would pick what their group would be called there's SpongeBob, queen elsa, and of course Tom and Jerry" you explained. Wiping over the whiteboard to start the next lesson.

"Well hopefully you don't have to settle more arguments on Tom and Jerry" he chuckles you giggled back. You and Evan bet your goodbyes hanging up the phone just in time for the children to come back.

Hours had past you felt exhausted, the drive home was quiet. You couldn't wait to get home and relax with Evan for a while. Pulling up along your driveway, eyes barely open your feet ached from standing most of the day. Exiting the car you locked it behind you making your way to your home.

Pushing the door open you were greeted by the comforting aroma of cooking. You closed the door leaving your shoes by the door entering the kitchen. You saw Evan plating up some food. A warm smile invaded your lips placing your handbag on the counter. "How was work?" He asked. "Stressful but good" you sighed wrapping your arms around his waist nuzzling your head on his back.

"Dinner smells good" you hummed taking in his scent- woody cologne mixed with a faint cigarette. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells" Evan chuckles handing you your plate. You ate a forkful a delightful moan left your lips "this is really good babe" you said nodding.

"So how was your day?" You asked taking about bite of your food.

"It was alright just ran some errands and got some things for you" he shrugged.

"For me?" You asked with a furrow brow, "yeah I thought maybe we could have a pamper night together since you wanted to do so for a while and I bought some snacks and stuff" your heart melted hearing him say that. "Aww Evan thank you" you beamed finishing the last of your dinner.

Later on you and Evan sat on your shared bed with a bunch of snacks and skin care products. "What do I do with this?" He asked holding a bottle of cleanser. "It's a cleaner you use a cotton pad and it takes all the dirt off your face" you explained handing him a cotton pad.

Evan poured some on gesturing you to come closer. You shimmied yourself closer feeling the cold pad wipe gently over your face. "Your turn" you said repeating the process on Evan's face.

You took two sheet face masks out handing Evan one, opening it up placing it over your faces. "It's cold" Evan cringed but placed it on his face anyway. "It was in the fridge Evan" you giggled. "Why was it in the fridge?" He asked confused. "Because it will depuff your face, now this has to be on for ten minutes" you answered laying back on the bed.

During those ten minutes your and Evan munched on the snacks he purchased earlier today talking about random things. You felt so much better than earlier taking off your face masks after ten minutes, moving on to the next step. "This is retinol it stops aging" you informed using the dropper from the glass bottle to drop some of the product on your hand.

You applied it on Evan's face a satisfied hum leaving his lips “that feels nice”. You smiled massaging the serum into his skin.

You and Evan took turns applying the rest of the products on each other. Placing everything back we’re they belong. You rushed right back to bed, under the covers snuggling up with your boyfriend with heavy eyes. A random rom-com playing quietly in the background.

“Thank you for this Evan i really needed this today was overwhelming” you sighed happily your chin rested on his chest looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I’m glad to help, hopefully tomorrow isn’t too bad first days are stressful but you did amazing” he smiled stroking your hair comforting you.

You averted your attention back to the tv in your bedroom, evan still stroking your hair. You felt your eyes shutting trying to hold them open but it was no use, slumber took over you. Evan smiled hearing your soft snores gently moving you aside so he could turn the tv off. Crawling back into bed tucking his arm back under your head drifting off to sleep.

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youngdragonengineer · 2 years ago

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could you write some smut ab evan being jealous?

I Don’t Share

Evan Peters

TW smut smut smut. Pretty dirty. 18+

Let’s just pretend I didn’t just take a 4 month hiatus 🫣. Anyways😅 enjoy! Didn’t proofread btw!

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“Are you always this funny?!” Finn (Wittrock) laughed along side of you, his hands on either side of his head as if you blew his mind. Your own loud laughter filled the dressing room, your head nodding to his question in confidence.

“I…” you start, struggling to catch your breath, “I am, in fact. I find myself to be quite the comedian!” Your laughter simmers to a quieter giggle, your eyes still looking at him confidently. He nods along, agreeing with your statement.

“I believe it! I can’t believe I haven’t sat and visited with you like this before. You really help lighten the mood and take some pressure off.” You smile at his light praise, not thinking anymore into it other than a new friend who happened to find you as funny as you like to think yourself to be.

“I try to stand back and not get in the way. I really enjoy watching Evan in his element. Meeting all of you happens to be a great plus.” You shrug lightly, nonchalantly.

“You’re something else. God, a mood, really! I’m glad I had the chance to finally have a real conversation to you. And not disappointed in the least!” He nudges your arm lightly with his as another string of giggles leaves both of your mouthes.

“I’m glad I could be at your service!” You joke, lifting your chin proudly.

As your conversation with Finn continues over the next hour, Evan frowns in the middle of his scene once again, overhearing it from the distance, causing the scene to be cut.

“Peters?!” The director yells in question. “The hell is your problem? Stay in character, this is the FOURTH time we’ve had to cut a scene for godsake!” Everyone glanced at Evan curiously, though he just lets out a deep breath and nods. “Right. Let’s take a break people!”

Everyone begins filing out for their short break. Even stands watching everyone while his ears zone in on the sounds of yours and Finn’s laughter still filling the whole building. He has no reason to be jealous, he wholeheartedly trusts you, but that pit of burning rage in his stomach can’t be helped. Usually, you’re out here, watching him, laughing with him. Usually, he gets to admire the beautiful sound of your giggles and the stunning sight of your smile. But today, you’re out of his sight, laughing with someone else, someone else admiring you the way he does. And it just doesn’t help that it’s a great coworker of his.

Finally, Evan peels himself from his spot in the middle of the set up and makes his way to the dressing room. The laughter between you and Finn loudens and the jealousy within Evan grows.

Before he marches into the dressing room, Evan manages to stop himself at the door and gather himself enough to make it less noticeable that he’s jealous. He clears his throat and knocks at the door before opening and walking in. Unfortunately, the sigh of you on the couch with Finn next to you, practically on and drooling over you, only furthers his jealously.

“Hey babe!” You grin at Evan, whose eyes are only on Finn. He quickly shoots you a smile before dropping it and clearing his throat, again.

“Hey, y/n, can I steal you for a minute? Got something to show you.” His smiles lessens to a tight lipped grin, and you quickly realize something is off with him. Your once giggling self now serious. You nod to Evan before looking over to Finn who gives you a knowing smile and nod.

Pushing yourself from the couch, you make your way to Evan who guides you past him and out the door, closing it behind him.

“Is everything oka-“

Your quickly cut off by Evan pulling you into a dark room, shutting the door and locking the two of you inside.

You stand in the middle of the small room, the smell of bleach and other cleaning products suggesting it’s the janitors closet, staring at Evan with confusion, what you can see of him on the dark anyways.

“What is up with you?” Your demeanor changes as you cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head to the side with an annoyed look on your face.

All you can make out of him is his body standing before you, still. Until his arms moves behind his head and the sound of scratching suggests he is, awkwardly, itching the back oh his head.

“Evan, seriously, what’s your-“

“Finn.” He interrupts you. You raise your eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate.

“What about Finn-“

“He was flirting with you!” Evan barks loudly. Taken back, you drop your arms to your side and squint at him trying to see him better but to no avail.

“Jesus, is there not a light in here?!” You huff, turning and moving your hands all over the wall feeling for a light switch. You weren’t trying to divert the statement, but you just didn’t realize that’s what was happening, if it really was.

Through your quick hand movements against the wall, you suddenly feel Evans body move closer to yours, till he was practically against you. Your hands again drop to their sides as you stare into the darkness where Evan is. You can feel the tension, so thick you could cut it with a knife, but fuck was it turning you on. You could hear his deep breaths mixed with yours, feel the heat radiating from his body onto yours, you wanted nothing more than to fall into his lips but it was like you were paralyzed, wondering what was going through his mind.

Your body jolts slightly in surprise as the light suddenly turns on, looking above you and seeing Evans hand releasing the long beaded rope to the single lightbulb on the ceiling. A half chuckle escapes from your lips nervously as you look back to Evan, his dark eyes already peering into you, making the wind feel as if it’s knocked from your lungs.

Not often do you see this side of Evan. He’s a kind, gentle man. Even in bed. If you want it rough, you have to practically beg him because he just isn’t. It isn’t in him, despite what’s seen on TV. He’s an actor, after all. So to see him now, looking so dark and almost cold — it’s different. But damn, does it turn you on like nothing else.

You clear your throat as you attempt to stare him back down, but failing miserably.

“I didn’t know he was flirting with me, Evan.” You glance back to his unfaltering stare before looking away. “Really. He sat down and we just started visiting. I cracked a few jokes because the entire cast seemed on edge. It lightened the mood. That’s all it was to me. If it was more to him, I had no idea.” You explain in all honesty. It was a good time laughing with Finn, but you never looked at it more than a friend and a friend having a good time with a few good laughs.

But Evan didn’t find it funny. And he knows your part is truth, but it doesn’t stop the jealousy on the other end.

You are his, and his only.

After a few more awkward seconds of silence, you groan, shifting from one foot to the other. “Evan, seriously!” You whisper/yell, now finally looking into his eyes as he was yours, but within the second, Evan had you pinned against the closet wall. It had taken you by surprise, a breath drawn in and being held as you piece together what had just happened.

His face was so close to yours now, and all you could do was stare at his perfect, pink lips.

“I don’t share.” Your eyes flicker up to his in surprise at his words. Your lips part to say something but before you had a chance, his own lips crash onto them in a deep, passionate, open-mouthed kiss.

You melt into him, his arms holding you up by your waist now, until you find the strength to slide your arms up his biceps and onto either side of his face pulling him to you more if it were even possible. He allows you to hold onto him, pull on him, whatever it was you wanted to do he’d let you, because he was just as much yours as you were his.

Finally pulling away for some air, he looks back down at you noticing your now perfectly swollen pink lips, a half smile appearing on his own with pride. “I don’t share.” He repeats.

You gaze up at him in awe, a complete desperate mess against his body.

You nod slowly. “I don’t want you to.”

Evan let’s out a deep throaty sigh, quickly grabbing the bottom of your shirt and pulling it up with your sports bra, your arms raising to allow them to slide off you with ease, his hands immediately returning to your waist and gripping it so tightly it almost hurt, and pulling you back into a kiss.

Your hands quickly slide down his body and find the buttons of his jeans, fumbling with in an attempt to get them off him. His hands meet yours as he helps in undoing them and pulling them down enough to give him some freedom before moving to your athletic leggings. His fingers hoop underneath and slide them down your legs, wriggling yourself out of them as well and leaving you bare.

Without hesitation, Evans hand scoop you up from under your thighs and rest you against his waist, the wall helping hold you as well as your legs that wrap around him. His lips quickly meet your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to your collar bone.

“I would’ve liked your shirt off..” you hum, your head falling against the wall as you take pleasure in the feeling his lips have against your cold skin. You hear a chuckle from him, smiling slightly at knowing he was feeling less tense about the situation.

Evans head lifts and his eyes meet yours again. He takes a moment to gaze at you, taking in your beauty and rejoicing in the feeling of knowing you felt the same, regardless of the jealousy he had previously endured. His hands lifts from your waist and soothes some stray hairs that had fallen onto your face back before letting it rest gently against your head.

“I love you.” He hums, his thumb caressing over your cheek one onto your temple. You breathe in, enjoying this moment while it lasts, before pulling his face back to yours into soft kiss.

But as quick as the moment came, it went, feeling the kiss deepen into more passion and hunger for each other. Evans hands find your own that we’re holding his face, taking them in his and guiding them against the wall. He slides them up until they’re completely above you both, taking them into one of his hands easily and pressing them hard against it now so you had no chance of moving them.

He parts from you just enough to see what he was doing, your eyes watching his every move carefully and excitedly. He grabs ahold of his erection that had been pressing against your thigh this entire time and strokes it, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling and only turning you on further. It almost hurt how badly your pussy was aching to feel him inside of you.

He finally guides his dick to your entrance, lining it up perfectly and allowing himself to slide into it with ease. Your mouth parts as you moan in unison with him, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he hums, “you’re so wet. All for me?” He glances up at you, still in excitement, and you nod quickly, almost aggressively, just ready for him to fuck you.

“Yes, yes” you whimper, attempting to rock your hips for some kind of friction to ease the ache that was still there. “Fuck, please Evan..” you open your eyes and meet his with a desperate pout. Evan grins, his eyebrows raising playfully.

“Please, what?”

You groan quietly. It’s so rare that he makes you beg for him to fuck you, but it was so goddamn hot when he does.

“Please.. please fuck me.” You beg, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips continue their attempt to rock against him for some relief.

“Tell me your mine.” He demands as he pulls out slightly. “Tell me how you only want me to fuck you, that you want Finn to watch so he knows you belong to me.” He’s now almost pulled from you completely, leaving behind a worsening ache and throb in your pussy.

“Fuck Evan! I’m yours! I’m only yours” you take a deep breath trying to control your uneven breathing and trembling, “I want Finn to watch you fuck me so good that he never wants to look at me again” you whine, fulfilling his wishes. You gasp loudly as he thrusts back into you hard, pulling out immediately after.

“Keep going.”

You meet his eyes, surprised with the complete dominance he’s taken right now. And you were happily going to oblige.

“I want Finn to see your cock fucking my dripping cunt so he knows just how wet you make me..” Evan slams himself back into you causing another moan to escape, “I want him to know just how good you make me feel, I want him to know that no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Evan repeats his thrust into you, speeding up with every word that leaves your tongue. His grip on your wrists tighten so much that it’s sure to leave a few marks, but the pain is nonexistent as you disappear into the complete ecstasy feeling that overtakes your body.

“Fuck, yes… I want Finn to watch you make me cum all over your dick.” You moan out, the sound of his hips slapping into yours so loud that surely, everyone has to hear it.

Your legs wrap around his waist tighter as his thrusts grow faster and sloppier. His head falls against your chest, his free hand gripping your waist tightly to keep you in place.

“He’ll know only i can fuck you like this..” Evan repeats your words in a deep groan, his teeth taking your delicate skin on your chest between them and nibbling hard, until a dark purple mark is left. “Only I can mark you when and we’re I want.” He moans, kissing the bruise and resting his forehead against you.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop fucking me Evan” you whimper, your fingers attempting to grip onto his that are still holding them. “I want you to make me cum so good that he can hear it from in here.” You beg.

He grins against your skin, releasing your waist and letting his hand find its way between your bodies until it stops on your clit. He quickly starts circling it with his thumb, your mouth parting in a gasp and your body jolting at the new overpowering sensation.

“Oh right there, yes Evan, fuck!” You whimper put more moans, Evan moaning at the beautiful sounds you make and speeding both his thrusts and his thumb up to help you reach your high. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum” you nod to him as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten more and more with every move he makes.

With one final hard thrust, you crumble into him as your orgasm takes over your body, a long string of moans filling the small closet as your high makes Evan reach his, pulling out and stroking his dick to ride his out, his thumb working on your clit to ride yours out.

As your moans quiet, your legs shake as they attempt to keep themselves wrapped around his waist. Evan slowly releases your wrists from above your head and carefully helps you stand, his hands holding your waist again for support as you catch your breath. You lean yourself back into the wall, lazily smiling up at him as you watch him tuck himself back into his boxers and jeans.

He glanced at you as you watch him on awe and shoots you a nearly embarrassed smile before reaching down for your clothing. He hands your shirt and bra to you before bending down and opening one pant leg and letting you hold onto him as you slip your foot into it, then he opens the other pant leg and slides them up onto your waist. You take a moment to put your shirt on, then lean back into the wall as you stare at each other.

“I’m not sure where that came from..”

“It was hot.” You cut him off. He blinks a few times, his cheeks reddening before pulling you to him into a hug. Your arms wrap around him gently but tightly.

“You never have to worry where my head or heart is at Evan,” you reassure him, feeling him nod into the crook of your neck. “There is not one person on this planet that could ever make me want to give you up. You’re all I could ever want.”

You hear him sigh, feeling his body relax more into your hold.

You hug each other for a few more minutes before finally pulling away, meeting the others eyes.

Evan clears his throat and looks around the room. “Um, I’m pretty sure the whole studio heard us so… sorry for what’s to come when he walk out.”

You press your lips together tightly trying to hide the embarrassed smile, but nod firmly and take ahold of his hand in yours.

“We walk out confidently.” You state, glancing up at him as he tries to stifle the laugh, only making you giggle with him.

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youngdragonengineer · 2 years ago

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𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: tsu'teys love for you was unexpected... almost as unexpected as your sudden decision to leave pandora to return back to earth; a decision that left tsu'tey heartbroken and desperate to remind himself that you were not just a fleeting memory. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: tsu'tey x fem!avatar/human scientist reader. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: angst, lost love, kissing. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.1k. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: i'm back !! it feels so good to be writing again. i hope that u enjoy my angels, mwah! (go easy on me, i'm rusty and this was not proof read lol)

tsu'tey hadn't been back to the lab in months.

months.

he downright refused to pass through the threshold of the place that you used to wander with a cup of tea in your hand and a pen behind your ear. the place where you would stay up until the early hours of the morning; papers scattered across your desk and your research journal in hand.

he didn't want to be reminded of the emptiness that now filled the space instead of your infectious laugh. he wouldn't even entertain the idea.

that was, until jake approached him one evening with a sad smile on his face.

'they found somethin'... while they were cleanin' out her desk...' jake trailed off as tsu'tey looked at him with empty eyes.

ever since your parents were called back to earth to carry out vital research and you had made the unexpected and heartbreaking decision to return home with them, tsu'tey had become a shell of a man. he no longer had the motivation to be the fearless warrior he once was; no longer had the heart to tease and give jake a hard time like he once did. he was a ghost. a consequence of your intertwined paths.

'hm.' tsu'tey simply mumbled to jake as he continued to stare at him with a vacant expression. jake furrowed his brows and took a step closer to the warrior, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

'brother, i... think you'll wanna see what they found.' he whispered as a small, sympathetic smile tugged at his lips. 'trust me.'

so, he did.

he trusted jake and followed him through the forest and towards the lab.

it was only when the lab came into view through the treeline that tsu'tey felt something other than the numbness that had become so familiar to him. he felt heartbreak. he stopped in his tracks as he leaned against a tree, looking to the building where the two of you had created so many memories.

the building where the two of you had met for the first time, when you had offered him a handshake that he refused.

the building where the two of you argued relentlessly and you had once thrown a sample tube at his head, causing him to storm off in anger.

the building where the two of you finally gave each other a chance and got to know each other.

the building where he realised there was more to you than being just another demon in a false body.

this was the building where he watched you while you worked, as the terrifying realisation that he had fallen in love with you creeped up on him like a predator in the night.

jake let out a deep breath as he turned back to his friend and offered him an encouraging nod of his head.

'c'mon.' he sighed as he lead tsu'tey towards the steps of the lab, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure that he was still following.

jake forced open the airlock doors before standing aside and turning to the warrior. tsu'tey walked in, his eyes glancing around the lab as he bit the inside of his cheek; his heart feeling heavy in his chest and his legs feeling weak. it was almost as though he could still smell your perfume, as if it lingered in the air.

his eyes drifted to your desk in the corner of the lab. the desk that he would often find you asleep at after a long night of research, was now empty, as if you were never even there. he turned to jake with an irritated expression, as he tried to mask his pain.

'show me and get it over with.' he muttered, his eyes now fixated on the forest that could be seen from the small window. jake nodded anxiously as he walked over to your old desk, opening the drawer before pulling out a laptop and placing it on the surface. he motioned to the chair as tsu'tey hesitated, looking at jake suspiciously.

'you're gonna be here a while.' jake whispered with a hint of melancholy evident in his husky tone. tsu'tey narrowed his eyes at jake for a moment before he shifted his gaze to the laptop, which was now switched on. he walked over to the desk and cautiously sat down in the chair, looking at the black screen.

'what is this?' he questioned, his tone flat. jake placed a hand on his shoulder and let out a deep breath.

'i'm gonna go.' jake murmed. 'just... press this button when you're ready.' he pointed to the spacebar on the device before patting tsu'tey on the back and walking back towards the airlock doors. he glanced back at him one last time before nodding sadly and closing the door behind him, leaving tsu'tey alone.

tsu'tey blinked back at the empty space where jake was just standing before looking down at the screen. his heart ached as he noticed the finger marks on the corner of the device; your finger marks.

tears threatened his eyes as he slowly brought his hand up to the screen, placing his fingertip to evidence of your own. his eyes squeezed shut and he let out a shaky breath, leaning back in the chair as he tried to fight the pain that plagued his heart. he shook his head and opened his eyes, looking down at the blank screen. he reached out his hand and pressed down on the spacebar.

the screen lit up the room as the video began to play.

'okay, so... it's 2:42PM on the 11th of october 2152 and... i'm getting my avatar today!' your enthusiastic voice filled tsu'teys ears as his blood ran cold.

his eyes were wide as he looked to the screen. he reached out a shaky hand, his fingertips tracing the memory of you, and he felt his heart shatter all over again.

you were right there in front of him, but he was unable to feel you. unable to tell you how much he missed you; how much his soul yearned to be close to you once more.

'yawne...' he whispered as tears began to pool in his eyes.

'i'm so excited.' your smiling face stared back at him as the laugh that he fell in love with escaped your lips. 'jake got his avatar a while ago, so he said he's gonna show me the ropes. next time you see me, i'm gonna look a little different.' you tease before winking towards the camera and shutting it off.

the screen goes black and tsu'tey desperately leans towards the laptop; a sob caught in the back at his throat as he frantically wishes to be blessed with the image of your face again. a few moments later the screen lights up once again.

'this is crazy.' you whisper as you position the camera and take a few steps away, looking at yourself in the lcd screen with wide eyes. your hands run over your tall silhouette as you pose and turn, taking in the sight of your avatar. 'i look like me... but i don't look like me.'

tsu'tey brings his hand up to his jaw, trying to fight back the tears as he watches the reminiscence of the woman he fell in love with.

he sat through hours of footage.

hours of listening to you rambling about your thoughts; adjusting to your new body and the planet that you that was now safer for you to explore. he found himself smiling and laughing to himself as you stumbled around and let every thought that entered your brain roll of your tongue with excitement, but he also found himself crying as he longed to pull you close to him; to smell your scent as he ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your skin.

he continued to watch the video logs all through the night and into the morning; until his eyes stung and the morning sun lit up the lab.

'that is tsu'tey.' you whisper as you pan to the warrior who was training with jake in the forest. the camera zooms in, filming the two of them as they shot arrows into a nearby target. you then focus the camera back to you, moving to sit down by a nearby tree. 'he's not as grumpy as he looks.' you laugh and scrunch your nose. 'actually... yeah, he is.'

tsu'tey let out a soft chuckle as he listens to you speak about him with the intention for him to never hear. he felt his heart flutter in his chest, watching your gaze drift from the camera to him.

'he wasn't very welcoming to begin with... but he's been helping us train. maybe i'll actually have a shot here... on this planet.' you whisper, looking back to the camera.

your words stung tsu'tey. you were so excited for your future on pandora and what that future would hold, which is why the wound ran so deep when you left him to return to earth.

tsu'tey smiled sadly at the screen as he watched the footage; he remembered that day. and, he remembered what was coming next.

'you humans.' tsu'teys tsk could be heard in the background of the footage, before you turn the camera towards him. he looks into the lens with a scowl before motioning angrily to it. 'enough of this... thing. shoot!' he shouts as he points to your bow which is discarded on the ground beside you. you turn the camera back to yourself and roll your eyes.

'back to work, i guess.' you laugh, standing up.

'do not roll your eyes at me.' tsu'tey mutters in the background as you pull a funny face to the camera and turn it off.

'i would kill jake for a bag of takis right now.' you moan hungrily to yourself as you sit at your desk in your human form. tsu'tey is sat behind you with a puzzled expression.

'what is this... takis?' he asks you with a tilt of his head.

tsu'tey laughed gently to himself as he continued to watch the collection of videos that contained hours of footage showing the progression of your relationship. once the two of you had put your differences aside, you actually began to enjoy each other’s company and opted to spend a lot of your free time together.

'food. good food.' you sigh, turning to tsu'tey in your chair.

'we have good food...' tsu'tey mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest as you roll your eyes.

'you don't have to be so serious all the time. lighten up!' you tease him, but your attention is pulled from tsu'tey as someone enters the lab. your eyes drift to the other side of the room as one of the other scientists begins to talk to you, but tsu'teys gaze stays fixated on you. a small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you; forgetting that the camera was still filming.

tsu'tey now watched with a solemn expression; he missed having these seemingly pointless conversations with you. if he knew at the time that one day, he would no longer be able to hear your trivial thoughts, he would have listened to you talk about takis for hours.

'look at how amazing this is.' you whisper as the camera pans around the hometree during a celebration. there are many clan members dancing and having fun as your gentle laugh can be heard behind the camera. you zoom in on tsu'tey and jake who are sitting on a log, drinking and talking.

tsu'tey remembers this night, but he was now seeing it in a new light.

the camera pans to tsu'tey as he takes a sip of his drink and notices the camera. he looks at the lens with a playful annoyance, and turns away shortly after. you laugh and turn the camera to yourself, but you continue to look at tsu'tey with a soft smile.

'he's actually pretty great.' your smile shines as you sit on the ground, but your expression soon falls. you sigh to yourself and stay silent for a moment.

tsu'tey looked at the screen curiously, taking in your thoughtful expression and waiting for you to speak.

'it's weird.' you whisper as you lean back against a log. 'i'm actually really beginning to love this place.' as you speak, your eyes don't leave tsu'tey who is still sitting with jake in the distance. you laugh and look to the ground with a shake of your head, before looking into the lens. 'y'know when people talk about soulmates?' you ask to no one. 'i wonder if it's possible that... your soulmate is somewhere far, far away...' you trail off as your gaze drifts back to tsu'tey. 'like... a different planet.'

tsu'teys eyes widened at your words as he reached out and traced your face through the screen with his fingertips. he could see the love in your eyes; and he was in disbelief that he didn't see it in that moment.

'c'mon! why are you sittin' over there on your own?!' jakes voice calls out as his footsteps can be heard getting closer to the camera. the camera is suddenly pried from your hands as he takes center screen with a fangy smile. 'oh, hey video log.' he chuckles as you try to swipe the camera back.

'jake, give it back!' you shout as the camera shakes from his attempts to keep it from you.

'why? spillin' all your secrets?' he teases as the camera is once again stolen; but now tsu'tey is on the screen.

'do not tease her.' he warns as he looks to the camera with a curious expression, before handing it back to you.

'thanks, tsu'tey.' you mutter before quickly shutting the camera off.

'...and i finally caught a fish today!' you beam excitedly to the camera as you and tsu'tey sit on the steps of the lab. your avatar is scratched up from your day in the forest, but your spirits are high.

'you are learning well.' tsu'tey praises you with a nod of his head. you send him a soft smile before turning your attention back to the camera.

'you heard that, right?' i ask the camera with feigned shock. 'he's actually being nice to me.' tsu'tey nudges your shoulder and rolls his eyes.

'do not get used to it.' he mumbles before the two of you lock eyes and laugh together.

'whatever.' you tease as you wink at the camera. 'okay, that's the log for the day. over and out!' you attempt to switch the camera off, but you unknowingly miss the button and place the camera down on the steps with the lens facing towards the two of you; neither of you noticing the blinking red button.

tsu'tey leaned forward as his heart skipped a beat; his mouth falling open.

'this... this moment was documented?' he whispered to himself as his heart began to race. he remembered what followed this interaction; and he remembered it well.

'you truly do not think that i am nice to you?' tsu'tey asks with a tilt of his head, looking at you with soft eyes. you smile at the ground as you shake your head.

'no, i do.' you whisper.

'ah... so your lies were all for the camera?' he teases, bumping your shoulder with his own. the sun is setting on pandora as the two of you look out to the vibrant sky above the lab. tsu'teys fingers twitch slightly as his eyes drift to you; watching the sky with a soft smile. he hesitates, before whispering softly to you. 'do you feel as though you have found your home here?'

your eyes shift from the sky to tsu'tey, who is watching you expectantly.

tsu'tey continued to watch the footage with wide eyes, as if he was reliving this moment for the first time. his heart fluttered wildly in his chest and his face was mere inches from the screen.

a soft smile tugs as your lips as you meet tsu'teys gaze.

'i do...' you say to him as you both look to each other in a short, comfortable silence.

'well... i am glad.' he whispers once again as he raises his hand and softly moves a piece of hair from your face. his hand lingers as you look to his lips, to his eyes and then back to his lips. the two of you remain like that for a few moments before tsu'tey reaches forward and pulls you towards him by your waist.

'you are?' you ask in a breathy whisper as he nods his head and brings his face closer to yours.

'i am...' he breathes before he captures your lips with his and pulls you onto his lap. you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he wraps his own arms around your waist; the two of you kissing each other with months of hidden feelings.

tsu'tey slammed the laptop shut and pushed himself from the chair before he fell against the wall of the lab. he clutched at his chest, choking back a pleading sob. an eerie silence fell on the lab, as though he had been pulled back into reality and forced to face the truth of the situation.

you were gone.

you were both, once again, worlds apart. out of reach from each other as his soul desperately called out to you.

the footage served as a reminder.

a reminder that you weren't just a fleeting dream.

a reminder that you were real.

a reminder that the two of you shared arguments and laughter.

a reminder that you shared longing looks and harboured love for one another within your very veins.

but, it also served as a reminder that you were gone.

you were no longer there for tsu'tey to leave kisses along your skin as you sat by the river during sunrise. you were no longer there for him to hold as he traced patterns into your skin with his fingertips, while the two of you watched the setting sun. you were no longer there to dance with him by the fire during celebrations, as the rest of the clan watched you both with adoring eyes.

you were gone.

and there was nothing that he could do.

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youngdragonengineer · 2 years ago

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just a scratch

synopsis: while out on in the forest, you were busy foraging for healing herbs. everything was going well until you ended up getting hurt. and despite your best efforts to conceal and downplay your wounds, you end up failing miserably once you faint right in front of the entire clan.

characters: tarsem, tsu'tey + son! spider, aged up! neteyam, aged up! ao'nung x reader (all seperate)

tags: tsahik! na'vi! reader, hurt/comfort, warnings for blood, injuries, cuts, fainting, self-indulgent prompt, arguments, brief mentions of past trauma (tsu'tey), really overprotective mates, possibly ooc

son spider best spider, neteyam is about to have a stroke bc of his stubborn ass mate, ao'nung is an annoying shit but he's your annoying shit.

It was just a scratch.

A faint trail of blood marked a delicate line across the expanse of your torso, a disquieting contrast against your azure skin. A burning sensation flared up on your sides and yet, in spite of it, you pushed yourself off of the tree's trunk, grabbed your basket of herbs and trudged back towards your village.

At your sudden movement, the scratch stung harder, sending a searing hot, white pain up your torso. Gritting your teeth, you bit back a hiss of pain.

You were fine. It was fine. You had probably just pulled it when you stood up.

As you approach the village, you notice how a few of your people turn and gasp at your state. A cool shiver ran up your spine as you drop your gaze—Was it that bad?

Then comes a startling onslaught of dizziness that engulfs your consciousness. Before you could comprehend what was happening, your cheek meets the coarse texture of the earth beneath you, a jarring impact that sends your basket tumbling from your grasp. With a grunt, you strain your head up to see the herbal leaves scatter about.

As you fall, a wave of panic ripples through the crowd. Faintly, you register multiple pairs of hands coming to your aid, hoisting your limp body onto a woven mat.

"Call for the Olo'eyktan!"

TARSEM

"If we strike from here, the trees will provide us with ample cover," Tarsem remarked, his fingers gliding across the aged parchment of the map, tracing the landscapes with a keen eye.

Warriors and spotters encircled the table, their gazes fixed on his every move, minds soaking in every detail of the strategy unfolding before them. It was due time they began planning for their next attack on the RDA bases, it had been months since then.

Before the next words could be uttered, the room was thrust into chaos as a young girl burst through the door, her arrival punctuated by ragged breaths and a wild panic etched across her face. The warriors instinctively parted, creating a path through the sea of bodies, granting her passage toward Tarsem.

"Ma Olo'eyktan!" she panted, her voice trembling as she clutched his forearms tightly. "The Tsahìk was discovered unconscious deep in the forest. The healers are calling for you!"

"What?" Tarsem's expression tightened, a flicker of worry crossing his eyes. He swiftly surveyed the assembled warriors and spotters, his tone strung but composed as he addressed them.

"Continue the preparations," he commanded. "But be ready to adapt the plan if necessary. I will go and check on my mate. Until I return, Osek, you will be in charge."

Osek, a respected warrior renowned for his leadership abilities, nodded with a solemn expression. The rest of the group echoed their understanding, their voices hushed with concern. With the meeting taken care of, Tarsem turned his attention back to the young girl.

"Take me to her," he murmured, ears flat against his head as his posture turned rigid.

The young healer, with her face flushed and brows furrowed, nodded. Taking his hand, she began to lead Tarsem out of the tent, her steps matching his swift pace as they traversed the winding paths of the settlement.

As they ventured closer to the outskirts of the settlement, the ambient noises of the bustling camp faded away, replaced by the serene symphony of nature. Approaching the clearing where you had been laid to rest, Tarsem's steps grew cautious as he gently parted through the small crowd of healers, making his way towards your side.

"Ma'yawne," he whispered, his voice affectionate yet worried at the same time. The Na'vi knelt down beside you, brushing your damp hair away from your face. His gaze, a pool of tenderness, drank in the sight of you lying on the woven mat.

"What has happened?" Tarsem questioned those around you, only for them to shrug. They were just as clueless as he was.

Tarsem sighed, his frown deepening as he took in your appearance once more, noting the dizziness in your eyes and the pallor on your cheeks. However, it was the deep, crimson gash marring your side that captured his attention the most—a wound he guessed was inflicted by either a sharp branch or an encounter with Pandora's many wild animals.

"I…I am alright," you murmured, your voice a fragile reassurance, as you ran a hand over the wound, hissing at the touch. "It is not as deep as it seems. A few bandages will suffice. Return to your duties. The warriors need you."

"Nonsense," Tarsem shook his head, moving to tuck his arms beneath your back and knees. "I cannot leave you like this," he insisted, his voice firm yet gentle. "Your well-being is of utmost importance. The meeting can wait. Right now, you need proper care."

The look in Tarsem's eyes left no room for argument, reaffirming that his mind was made up.

Heaving a sigh, you gave in and nestled into his embrace, placing your weary head atop his chest, finding solace in the rhythmic beat of his heart. With ease, Tarsem carefully stood up with you in his arms, cradling you against his chest. Your mate began carrying you back towards the settlement, calling out for a few of the more experienced healers to follow along.

Once you had arrived in your shared kelku, he set you atop a hammock, staying close to your side but making sure to clear the way for the healers who would attend to you.

Turning your head back, you smiled up at him. "Thank you, Tarsem."

Tarsem simply hummed and lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss against the side of your temple, lips a feather-light caress against your skin.

"Of course, yawne," he murmured, his voice a hushed vow. "I will always be here for you."

NETEYAM

"Kiri, it's nothing," you sighed, pushing yourself off the hammock, arms trembling. "I swear to you, I feel much better now."

Kiri clicked her tongue disapprovingly, shaking her head as she pushed you back down. "I am not even finished with your bandages, and the healing paste hasn't taken effect yet. You must rest, tsmuke."

You wrenched a hand into your disheveled hair as you let out a frustrated sigh.

"The herbs I gathered earlier—moonflower, healing rose—they're all gone, they lay wasted on the ground," you lamented. "We need to restock our supplies before the ambush in two days. It's absolutely crucial. Without fresh provisions, we'll be ill-equipp—"

"I will have the trainees gather the herbs, and I will inform Neteyam about your injury so you can rest easy. I am very sure he will understand," Kiri interrupted your rambling, her tone firm as she began wrapping bandages over your torso. At the mention of your mate's name, a pang of apprehension shot through you.

Oh Eywa, how would Neteyam react? He was already so protective of you, and this injury would no doubt only amplify his vigilance. You won't be able to leave the house for a month without him tailing after you like a second shadow.

"There's no need to involve Neteyam," you hurriedly interjected, forcefully pushing Kiri aside as you mustered the strength to stand on your feet, despite the pain. "I'm fine."

Before you could take another step, the tent curtains were abruptly thrown open, and a figure rushed in. A pair of amber eyes widened with concern as they locked onto your limping form.

Neteyam.

As he approached, his typically composed and reserved expression cracked, revealing the deep worry etched on his face.

It seemed like he ran all the way here. The Na'vi was in a frantic haste, sweat cascading down his furrowed brows while beads of perspiration clung to his jawline.

"By Eywa, what happened?" Neteyam's voice quivered with panic as he reached out, hands trembling slightly while he steadied you.

You tried to muster a reassuring smile, but the pain coursing through your body made it difficult. "Neteyam, I… I'm fine," you managed to say, your voice strained.

"No, you are not fine." Neteyam's distress was palpable, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly. "Look at you!"

Now he could properly see the swelling and gash on your torso, haphazardly covered by the unfinished leaf bandages clinging to your skin. A surge of horror washed over his face as he beheld the sight, eyes blowing wide open. Quickly, you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to conceal the extent of your injury.

"'Teyam," you attempted to calm him, shaking off his iron grip. "It's not as bad as it looks. It's just a scratch."

"A scratch?" he repeated, shaking his head in disbelief. "What are you talking about, syulang? That is no a scratch. Why are you even up? You need to rest."

"I have responsibilities to fulfill, Neteyam," you huffed, stomping your feet in frustration, your actions mirroring those of a stubborn child. "You, of all people, should understand that."

Neteyam's tail lashed by his feet, a clear warning tinged with a touch of anger. Protective instincts, ingrained deep within, surged forth like a tempestuous storm.

"Do not argue with me," Neteyam's voice turned firm, his tone low. "I understand your position as Tsahìk is demanding, but this stubbornness will not aid your recovery. Do you really think you can heal in such a state?"

His stern words struck you hard, causing you to flinch involuntarily. The weight of his concerns settled heavily upon your heart, and yet your unwavering determination refused to give in to his protectiveness.

"I know why you're worried," you sighed, gently placing a hand over his chest, hoping to soothe him. "But I cannot remain here while important tasks await me. There is work to be done!"

Neteyam heaved a sigh, pushing you back down. His hands, roughened by countless battles, reached out to tenderly cradle your face. With a gentle motion, his thumb traced delicate circles onto your cheeks, the soothing caress speaking volumes of his love. His intense gaze then softened, those golden eyes losing their fiery edge as he allowed his anger to dissipate.

"I know you have an unwavering sense of duty, sevin," Neteyam murmured, the endearment rolling off his tongue like silk, a term reserved only for you. "And I love that about you. But sometimes, the best course of action is to prioritize your own well-being," he continued, peering deep into your eyes.

His warm, tender affections began to gradually chip away at the walls of your stubborn resolve. Though you initially resisted, deep down, you couldn't deny the truth in his words. Neteyam always knew how to get you to back down.

A bitter sigh slipped from your lips, laced with a hint of snark that thinly veiled the vulnerability simmering beneath.

"I hate admitting defeat," you grumbled, your tone tinged with reluctance, "But fine, you win. I'll rest."

As your words reached his ears, the corners of Neteyam's mouth curved into a grin, a blend of relief and amusement dancing in his eyes. In that moment, he couldn't resist the urge to draw closer, resting his large hands on your waist as he leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.

"Thank you, yawne," he chuckled softly.

TSU'TEY

(context: spider is your adopted son; although i decided to hint at him being an avatar in this scenario, you may also choose to perceive him as human instead.)

"Call for the Olo'eyktan!"

As you lay upon the bark floors of the Hometree, your mind spun, dots of black tainting your vision. With a low whimper, you attempted to raise yourself from the ground, only for a pair of hands to push down on your shoulder. You watched as your son's face came into view, twisted into a panicked expression as he took in your injury.

"Ma? Hey, hey, stay with me," Spider rasped, tenderly running his hand over your damp forehead. Eyes narrowing, you found yourself struggling to focus on his face, barely catching the look of worry in his eyes, and the lines of fear etched on his brow.

"Spider…" you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible. "I-It's okay. I can get up."

He shook his head, his grip on your shoulder tightening. "No, Ma, you need help. You can't push through this on your own."

You wanted to protest, to insist that you should be able to endure such trivial injuries, but your body betrayed you, the pain overwhelming and disorienting. As a healer, unlike your son and mate who were seasoned warriors, you weren't used to such levels of pain.

The stinging on your torso intensified with each shallow breath, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts or speak. Noticing your distress, Spider hurriedly reached a hand up to his communication device, paging for his father.

"Dad? You there?" Spider's voice cracked, laden with worry. "It's an emergency."

A familiar voice crackled through the communication device, filled with concern. Tsu'tey spoke, the rush of wind howling in the background. He must have been out on a ride with his ikran. "Ma'Itan, what has happened? Is everything alright?"

Spider's voice trembled as he responded, his distress palpable. "No, Dad, it's not alright. Mom is hurt. She fainted while gathering herbs, and she's in pain. There's a gash on her side. I…I don't know what to do."

Tsu'tey's heart plummeted, his entire being consumed by an overwhelming fear that gripped him to the core, seeping into the depths of his being. Reacting swiftly, his grip tightened on the reins of his Ikran, abruptly pivoting its course back toward Hometree. In the midst of his panic, he nearly forgot to respond.

After a momentary silence, his voice broke through, steady but laced with urgency. "I am on my way. Just keep her stable."

Spider nodded, ending connection before he moved to cradle your head in his hands. "Hang in there, Ma. Dad is coming. Just hold on a little longer."

As your consciousness wavered, the world around you seemed blurred and distant. Tremors of pain pulsed through your body, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on your son's voice. Soon enough, your strength fails you, and your eyelids grow heavy. Everything around you fades away, and your consciousness slips into oblivion.

As you gradually regain consciousness, the world before you seemed shrouded in a haze, the remnants of your unconscious state still clinging to your senses. Blinking away the drowsiness, you found yourself within the confines of a dimly lit tent, its earthy aroma intermingling with the soft flickering glow of a nearby fire.

"Tsmuke," Neytiri says softly, her voice filled with both relief and worry. The tenderness in her voice offering you solace, like a soothing melody in your ears.

"Thank Eywa," she grins, running her hand up your cheek. "Do not worry; you are safe now."

Before you could respond, a firm arm wraps around your center, tugging you into a sitting position. Spider frantically pulls you up and into his tight embrace, face twisted in relief as he sighed deeply. "Hey, Ma. I'm so glad you're awake."

"My brave boy," you hummed, a bittersweet warmth erupting in your chest as you pressed a tender kiss on his forehead. The familiar scent of the forest clung to him—a reminder of his untamed spirit as a warrior who roamed the jungles with no fear.

At that moment, your gaze shifted to Tsu'tey, who anxiously hovered by the entrance, tail whipping by his feet. Sensing the tension in the air, Neytiri quietly left the healing tent, granting you a moment of privacy. With her departure, Tsu'tey finally lifts his head and catches your gaze, taking it as a sign to approach you.

"Yawne," He calls out for you, his voice trembling like the leaves of a quivering tree. It's a plea and a rebuke, all at once, his tone a blend of protectiveness and affection.

Spider then releases you from his hug, allowing his father to take his place. Tsu'tey kneels down and moves to hold you, embracing you so tight that it was as if he was trying to merge your souls together, desperate to ensure your safety.

"What were you thinking?" Tsu'tey grumbles into your hair, "I have told you many times to never venture out into the forests alone. You know better than to endanger yourself."

Sighing, you leaned into the embrace of your mate, finding comfort in his presence. Your cheek finds rest against Tsu'tey's collarbones, the rough texture of his beaded necklace grounding you in the familiarity of his touch.

"I did not know the cut was that bad. I had a lot of work to attend to, so I thought I could handle it," you admitted, your voice weary.

As you nestled against him, Tsu'tey found his anger melting into something warmer, something softer. He draws you back slightly, hands cupping the sides of your face as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice now a caress against your skin.

"I know your work is important to you," he grunts. "But you must prioritize your safety."

"Tsu'tey—" you started, only to be interrupted.

"I cannot bear the thought of losing you. I have lost too much over the years," Tsu'tey took a moment to pause, his gaze searching the depths of your eyes for understanding. He needed you to understand. "This cannot go on like this. You must promise me that you will be more careful."

The vulnerability in his voice tugged at your heartstrings. A wave of guilt washed over you as you realized the fear you had awakened within him, causing old scars of his to resurface. With a sigh, you closed your eyes.

"I did not mean to frighten you. I will stay safer. I promise," you muttered, moving away from his embrace. "But things like this are inevitable. There will be times when you and Spider won't be by my side to protect me."

Tsu'tey and Spider exchanged glances, their expressions filled with concern. Without uttering a word, Tsu'tey enveloped both you and Spider in an embrace.

"We will come for you," he declared firmly. "No matter what. When you need us, we will be there."

AO'NUNG

As your consciousness flickered in and out, you became vaguely aware of the commotion around you. The panicked voices of your clan members and the urgent footsteps only added to your disorientation. And yet, amidst the chaos, a singular phrase pierced through the fog of your mind with an undeniable clarity.

"Call for the Olo'eyktan!"

That sent a chill down your spine, and you knew that the situation had escalated beyond your control. With great effort, you managed to open your eyes, the vibrant blue hues of the sky and the crashing waves on the shore seeping into your vision in strained fragments.

It did not take long for, Ao'nung to arrive. He emerged from beneath the waves, propelled by his skimwing beneath him. A frown was etched onto his face as he waded through the shallow waters, gliding across the waves with unmistakable urgency.

Upon reaching the shores, he swiftly dismounted from his skimwing, leaping onto the sand with ease. Pushing through the growing crowd that had gathered around you, he cleared a path to reach your side.

Lifting you off of the mat, he cradled you against his chest. "Yawntu?" Ao'nung's voice cut through the haze of your mind, "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

With utmost care, your mate then shifted your body to the side, his gaze fixated on the deep cut marring your torso. The gash, painted in a vivid crimson, created a sharp contrast against the mesmerizing azure of your skin. The sight of it made his jaw tense, frustration evident.

"I-It is just a minor wound," you managed to utter through gritted teeth, your mind clearing as pain began to pulse through your body.

"Tsireya has already been called...She will help, but for now, I need your help in cleansing this," you murmur, gesturing to your bloodied side.

With a disgruntled nod, Ao'nung hoisted you into his arms and ordered the crowd to disperse. Once the people had departed, he began to take steady strides towards the water.

As the water levels reached the height of his chest, he shifted his position to support your head in the dip of his arm, allowing most of your body to be submerged beneath the rocking waves.

"I knew I should have come with you," he sighed, his voice barely heard above the salty swirling winds.

After a few seconds of struggling to find your voice, you managed to respond, though the words emerged with a subtle undertone of discomfort. "'Nung, it's only a cut…I think I just scraped myself along against a tree."

"Ah, yes, just a scrape against a tree," Ao'nung scoffed wryly, his mouth curling into a mocking sneer as his fangs peeked out from his lips. "I didn't know trees had razor sharp branches."

Cupping water in his hand, Ao'nung began to wash the upper parts of your cut that wasn't submerged. As the sting of saltwater made contact with the rest of your open wound, a sharp hiss of pain escaped your lips. This caused him to furrow his brow, concern swimming in those looming teal eyes.

"The pain seems to suggest otherwise," he noted, a heavy dose of sarcasm dripping from his lips.

"Funny," you replied, rolling your eyes in response.

Despite his biting remarks, his actions betrayed him, revealing a tenderness beneath that arrogant façade. His fingers moved with an uncharacteristic grace, tracing the contours of your cut as he delicately cleansed it, each touch a testament to his natural instincts as a mate to alleviate your discomfort.

It was a softness that you had grown accustomed to, but you knew that if any of the warriors caught a glimpse of their rugged chief in such a nurturing and affectionate state, their jaws would hit the ground so hard, you'd think Eywa herself had caused an earthquake.

As Ao'nung tended to your wound, he used his other hand to gently turn your head, guiding your gaze to meet his. Confused, you raised your brow. "Yes? What is it?"

"I will accompany you to your forages from now on. And I will not take no for an answer," he declared, his voice flat and void of any mirth.

And there it was.

"Ma Ao'nung," you cooed, your voice a velvety caress that was laden with both affection and understanding. "You worry too much about me. I am not as fragile as sea glass, you know."

A flicker of raw emotion danced across his irises, momentarily unraveling his stoic guise before he swiftly masked it with a dismissive scoff. "You should know by now that I won't let anything happen to you," he grumbled, ears tucked back as he meets your eyes.

"You may not be as fragile as sea glass, but you are precious to me," he says, voice a gravelly murmur. "I know you're strong, but that doesn't mean I will stop worrying."

With an amused click of your tongue, you leaned back against him, enveloped in the comforting warmth of his embrace. The gentle lapping of the ocean against your skin provided a soothing respite, easing your troubles away as you allowed him to dote on you.

yawne - beloved

syulang - flower

tsmuke - sister

yawntu - beloved one/loved one

sevin - pretty

kelku - house

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Ruby Eyes and Hands of Ice

Loki x F!Reader

Summary: In a moment of passion, Loki accidentally reveals the identity he’s been trying to hide.

Warnings: mild smut, scared/anxious Loki, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. I still consider this as 18+ so please exercise caution.

A/N: This is for one of my babies who got stuck in a car ride @mochie85 haha But of course, it’s for everyone to enjoy as well. It’s been a while since I wrote something like this so yeah.

A drabble this may be, I do want to hear your feedback and your reblogs will help this story flourish further. And as always, I hope you enjoy! 💚

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#loki #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki fluff #loki angst #loki fanfic #loki odinson

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haha you know that lil snippet from the original script haha yeah

#avatar #jeytiri #jake sully #neytiri

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Why Do You Care?

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Request: Can I request an imagine with Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw? I have always loved those rebellious type of people in stories. Can you write an imagine where you're assigned to work together with Bradley, but you two are always at each others throats. The time comes and you take a missile for him. You eject in time and as you're packing up your parachute, Bradley comes up to you and absolutely freaks out. Of course, it's because he cares and loves you ;) Thanks!

Warning(s): Language

Authors Note: I love it! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.3K

"There is no way in hell that I'm working with this asshole!" You shouted, denying it loudly. "He's going to kill me before the enemy even attacks!"

"Gladly," Bradley responded snottily. "You don't know even know how to fly worth a shit."

"How old are you both?" Pete asked sternly. You both fell quiet but continued to glare daggers at each other. "Exactly. Shut up. Put aside your differences and work together. This mission requires the skills you both obtain."

"That's funny that you think that [Y/N] has skills-"

"Rooster!" Pete interrupted impatiently. Bradley immediately shut his mouth. You smirked at him, teasing him for being called out by Pete. "Now, gear up and get in your jets!"

You both nodded and rolled your eyes at each other before departing to go get geared up. As you were gearing up, Natasha sparked a conversation with you. You two had a good discussion, but at the end of it, she mentioned the name of the man you despised.

"So is there a reason you and Rooster are constantly bickering like a married couple?" Natasha asked curiously. You fake gagged. Natasha chuckled. "You know, I think that Maverick put you two together because-"

"Say so more Phoenix," You interrupted, putting your hand up. "I don't need to be throwin' up before this mission."

"Oh come on," Natasha sighed, rolling her eyes. "It's obvious that Rooster has the hots for you."

"He had the hots for my sister growing up," You revealed, feeling disgusting inside. "But it's quite obvious that all he cares about is himself. I've hated him ever since he broke her heart."

"Well, that explains your side, but why does Rooster have it out for you too?"

"When I get revenge, I get revenge." You clearly stated, making Natasha smile. "Anyways, let's get situated. We have people to save. Well, unless it's Bradley."

Natasha smirked. "Sure [Y/N]. You keep tellin' yourself that."

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"[Y/N]." You heard Bradley call out as you approached your jet, passing Bradley. You clearly heard him, but you ignored him and continued walking. Bradly huffed in annoyance. "[Y/N]!" Bradley shouted louder. You continued to ignore him. Bradley clenched his jaw in irritation. "[Y/N]! I'M TALKING TO YOU DAMN IT!!!"

His voice was so boisterous, it caught the attention of everyone who was there. You came to a halt and inhaled deeply before turning around to face him. Bradley approached you and told you specific instructions as he reached you. You just kept looking everywhere except him, showing him how much you 'cared'

"You know, it's really rude to not look at the person who is talking to you," Bradley angrily confronted. You dramatically looked back into his eyes and fluttered your eyes multiple times. He wasn't very amused by your sarcastic gesture. "I just want you safe [Y/N]. Don't do anything stupid out there."

Your eyebrows furrowed as he said those words to you. It was as if...He cared. Bradley stormed off before you could point out his out-of-the-blue kindness toward you. You shook those thoughts out of your head and re-focused your attention back on the mission. You had a mission to complete and you had a partner to complete it with.

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The tensions were high. You and Bradley only had one more pilot jet to take care of. You were out of ammo but had one more shot for flares. You and Bradley were yelling at each other as you kept each other safe. You watched as Bradley successfully hit the pilot, but before you celebrated, you noticed that the pilot had launched a missile before going down.

The missile was going straight toward Bradley. You yelled at Bradley that he had a missile coming toward him.

"Shit! I don't have anymore flares!" Bradley shouted in panic. "Maybe I can-"

"I can't believe I'm doing this," You muttered to yourself, preparing yourself to take the missile for him. You pressed the buttons and started flying toward him. You put your thumb on the button, but unexpectedly, the missile hit you before you pressed the button. "Shit!"

Your head was spinning as your jet was going downward. It was already a bad situation, but having Bradley screaming in your headset was making it even worse. You needed to focus to get your jet back, but it wasn't long until you figured out that you couldn't. You cursed before you pulled the eject button.

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Thankfully, you landed smoothly. Technically, the mission was a success. All the enemy pilots were gone and you survived as well as Bradley. As you were getting out of your parachute, you started getting it back into the bag. You perked up as you heard footsteps rapidly approaching you. You dropped what you were doing and turned around.

It was Bradley! He was running up to you...and he wasn't stopping. You were struck with confusion as he got closer. He was fuming.

"Roos-"

Before you could finish your words Bradley shoved you straight to the ground, the impact of his motion caused you to slide a little bit. You were grateful the suit kept you from getting the wind knocked out of you. You were sure it would've been if you weren't wearing all the gear that you were. As you were looking at the sky, it was immediately replaced with the face of an unhappy Bradley.

He towered over you and pointed down at you. "YOU ASSHOLE!!!"

"What?!" You shouted, climbing back up to your feet. You pointed your finger at Bradley. "I saved your LIFE dickhead!"

"YOU ALMOST DIED!"

"WHY DO YOU CARE?!" You screamed back, instantly realizing you really did bicker with Bradley like he was your husband. Bradley paused and seemed to have the look like he had been caught about something. "You may not care about my family, but I care about yours. I don't want your family to know that their son won't return home."

"Of course, I care about your damn family! That's why I left your sister!" Bradley shouted. You lifted an eyebrow in confusion. Bradley groaned in aggravation, running his hands through his hair in distress. "[Y/N] I LOVE YOU!!!"

As those four words echoed clearly through the blue sky, you couldn't remove your gaze from his. You've always wondered what it would be like if someone admitted they loved you, but you never pictured it to be in the middle of the woods and him screaming it at you angrily. You put your finger up to him, indicating that you had to process what he had just said.

Bradley didn't want to wait for another second and continued. "[Y/N]. The moment I met your sister, I fell in love. But the moment I met you, I truly fell in love. You were different. You made me feel things that I've never felt with any other woman in my life."

"Rooster, I don't-"

"I broke up with your sister because she knew that I had feelings for you," Bradley interrupted, throwing you into an even deeper pit of confusion. "I'm an honest man. I didn't want to hurt your sister and I knew keeping secrets from her was going to do that."

"What are you even talking about? You still hurt her! Her heart was broken!"

"Well of course it's going to be broken! Breaking up isn't easy [Y/N]! Mine was broken for months too," Bradley claimed. "But we're both on good terms now. She is still a great woman and she will find that man who will treat her better than I did."

You crossed your arms and removed your gaze from him. You didn't even know what to think about this situation, but you didn't feel against it. Bradley sighed and copied your position.

"This is not how I imagined confessing my love for you."

You raised your eyes back up at Bradley who was staring at the ground. "You really love me?"

Bradley slowly raised his eyes up to meet with you. He gave you a small smile. "Yes. I do. I love you [Y/N]."

"Damn it. Natasha was right," You muttered. "I owe her twenty dollars now."

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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐓𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑; 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐓𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐎'𝐄𝐘𝐊𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐌𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐓𝐄𝐘 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅, 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟐𝐊

‘you look beautiful.’ neytiri smiled warmly as she took a step back to admire her work. she had spent the last hour carefully styling your hair ready for the celebration that was due to start in mere minutes. you were fashioned in traditional celebration attire; your loincloth was covered in striking beads of varying colours that had been handpicked from the river, kissing the floor as you walked across your pod. your chest piece was decorated with similar beads; as was your hair. even though you felt beautiful, you couldn’t help but let your misery outshine.

'thank you, neytiri.’ you muttered as you twisted one of the beads in your hair between your fingertips.

'you must try to enjoy yourself tonight.’ she pleaded, walking over to you and placing her hands on your shoulders. 'it will not be as bad as you imagine.’

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𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐒𝐔'𝐓𝐄𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐈'𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 !! 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐔

a harmonious laugh escaped your lips as the raging fire in front of you casted dancing shadows upon your azure skin; your nose scrunched and your eyes brimmed slightly with tears. neytiri and takuk laughed along with you whilst jake finished his entertaining story of his disastrous flight that evening, causing you to clap your hands together; unable to contain your amusement. but there was one person in the group whose laughter did not accompany yours and your friends.

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🍓pairing: tsu'tey x human fem reader

🍓tags: nsfw, interspecies relationship, size kink, human x na'vi, jake is an embarrassing friend (but we're very grateful to him), oral sex (fem receiving), p in v sex, squirting, overstimulation

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The Omaticaya clan gather around the cook fire every evening; communal meals are a huge part of their community, and it had taken quite a while after the expulsion of the RDA before the humans that had stayed on-planet were allowed to take part. It was a huge concession on the part of the clan, but it’s one that is met with great eagerness.

You join the clan for dinner almost every night. It’s taken some trial and error for you to discover what you can and can’t eat; some of the spices and meats don’t agree with human digestive systems, but you thoroughly enjoy the vegetables and sweet fruit desserts.

The company, too, is far more enjoyable than the company back at the science outpost. No offense to the science guys or anything, but you were never very close with any of them and spending extended amounts of time with them made you feel like you were losing your mind.

No, you much preferred spending time with the Na’vi.

“Strawberry milkshakes,” You say with a wistful little sigh, lounging by one of the fires.

Jake thinks for a moment, his big blue alien face all scrunched up. It had taken a long while to get used to seeing him like this, but you can still see his human features if you look closely.

“Gatorade.” He decides at last. “The grape flavoured one.”

It’s a stupid game, listing out the things you miss most from Earth, and you know he’s mostly just humouring you. Jake is more at home here amongst the Na’vi in his Avatar body than he ever was back amongst humans – while you grow nostalgic and wistful, Jake seems as unaffected as if he were recalling a poorly remembered dream.

“Chocolate.” You say, tilting your head back to stare up at the darkening sky. Though it’s past eclipse, the forest is still alive with life – the trees overhead and the moss all around you glows, so beautiful that you wonder, once again, how any of this is real.

“You’ve said chocolate like, three times.” Jake points out, grinning.

“Yeah, well, I really mean that one.” You sigh.

That makes him laugh, and he reaches out to shove hard at your shoulder. It’s something he used to do a lot when he was human and you had gotten too absorbed in your work at the lab, but now he’s twice your size and strong – you go flying straight off the log you’ve been sitting on and sprawl into the dirt.

“Oh, shit.” As always, he sounds surprised, as though his strength is still catching him unawares. “Sorry.”

You grumble a little as you push yourself up out of the dirt, but you’re not really annoyed. It’s good to see Jake in such good form – being blue and nine feet tall suits him more than his human body ever did, and you can’t drum up any irritation when he’s so visibly happy.

“Ma’Jake.” A call comes from the forest behind you, and you turn your head.

The sound of Neytiri’s voice and soft footsteps has you trying to push yourself up and look unaffected; she’s always so elegant and composed, and it’s embarrassing to be caught sprawled on the forest floor like an idiot.

But then you catch sight of another figure following behind Neytiri, and you scramble up to your feet so quickly that you nearly overbalance entirely.

Tsu’tey is probably one of the most terrifying people you’ve ever met in your whole life. The Na’vi are all intimidating, courtesy of their enormous size and general dislike of humans, but Tsu’tey seriously takes the cake for being the scariest of all of them. He’s so rarely seen without a scowl on his face, and he tends to radiate an aura of authority and power that’s scary enough to have your knees weakening. And yet, after a period of outright hostility towards you and your kind, he’s finally started to soften just a little. You think your constant presence around the place has finally started to wear him down.

You fancy the hell out of him.

As Neytiri joins Jake and murmurs a soft greeting in his ear, you’re left staring stupidly at Tsu’tey. Damn, he’s so pretty. His proportions are exotically attractive, all broad shoulders and sculpted abdominals and an insanely narrow waist. You hope that it’s not obvious that you’re gaping at him like a fool, but since he’s not blind, you’re sure he notices.

“Hi.” You manage to say, though it comes out a little strangled.

Tsu’tey just looks at you with that same odd expression he always wears around you, as though he doesn’t quite know what to make of you. He's always been a little hostile towards humans, though he's never been anything but polite around you (and maybe a little awkward). You try not to delude yourself into thinking it means anything; most likely, he's trying to be cordial for Jake's sake.

“Demon,” He greets, frowning. “You have a stick in your hair.”

“Oh,” You breathe, reaching up to bat at it. “Shit.”

That seems to mark the end of his attention towards you, because he turns back towards Jake and Neytiri before sitting opposite them on the log that Jake had accidentally shoved you off. Neytiri had already settled in beside Jake and handed him a waterskin filled with something that makes Jake grimace fondly after he takes a deep drink from it.

For a moment, you hover beside the three sitting Na’vi awkwardly. You’re uncomfortably aware that you’re just a human among them, an interloper on this planet and in this village. You’ve been friends with Jake for a long time now, ever since you both arrived on Pandora, but sometimes moments like this remind you just how much things have changed. Your friend isn’t human anymore, and you feel the familiar pang of loneliness settle deep in your chest.

“Hey, kid, you ever had unilpay?” Jake says suddenly, turning back to you and holding out the waterskin. “Try it.”

You’re startled out of the melancholy sort of air that had settled over you. You had been lost in self-pity, assuming that your presence had been forgotten – it’s a pleasant surprise to find Jake grinning at you as he holds out what you know is the Na’vi version of alcohol made from some sort of fermented sap.

His stupid grin reminds you of old times, and you grab at the waterskin eagerly. It’s probably a terrible idea to try alien alcohol, but you’re seized with the desire to fit in amongst this little group. Besides, you and Jake have never been known for thinking things through – Norm was usually the one to pull the two of you back, and he’s not around right now.

As you take a deep breath before carefully lifting your breathing mask up so you can sip at the unilpay, Tsu’tey continues scowling at you. He’s always so stern, so carefully guarded – you imagine he probably disapproves of you being allowed to join in on Omaticaya customs.

“Is that wise?” Tsu’tey asks, looking to Jake with a frown.

Jake just snorts. “She’s had worse than this.”

That makes you snort too, and you don’t argue as you sip at the drink that he’s offered you. It’s far sweeter than you had expected, with a thick texture that coats your mouth and throat like syrup. It’s missing the acridity that you associate with human alcohol, but you can feel the familiar burn that you associate with alcohol creeping up your throat and into your nose, making you cough.

You hurry to press your mask back to your face as you cough and reach out to pass the waterskin back to Jake. “Damn, that’s strong.”

Jake takes it back then passes it to Tsu’tey, who drinks from it deeply. It looks as though he’s gotten over his disapproval of you drinking the Na’vi alcohol, at least for now, and you take the opportunity to subtly admire the soft bobbing of his throat as he drinks.

“I thought of something else,” Jake says, drawing your attention away from Tsu’tey.

You glance at him, surprised yet undeniably delighted that he hasn’t forgotten about you entirely now that Neytiri and Tsu’tey have arrived.

“Oh yeah?”

The grin on Jake’s face is all teeth, and in this moment he looks more like his human-self than he has in a long time.

“A nice, iced beer.” He drawls, looking immensely satisfied with himself.

Your mouth twitches, delighted that he’s still engaging in your silly little game. “I was always more of a cocktail girl myself.”

Jake laughs and nods in approval. “Oh yeah, good point. How good does a Sex on the Beach sound right now?”

Beside him on the log, Tsu’tey chokes on the unilpay. His expression betrays his shock, and the beads in his hair all clack together as his head whips around to stare at Jake in disbelief. Neytiri looks similarly surprised, but she seems to be familiar enough with Jake’s human idiosyncrasies that she’s willing to wait for an explanation.

You start to giggle, both in response to Jake’s comment and to Tsu’tey’s reaction. “Yeah, that does sound pretty good.”

Tsu’tey looks rather scandalised, and he whips around to watch Neytiri for a reaction. She’s too busy watching Jake with a narrow-eyed expression that’s scary enough that you wonder how Jake doesn’t realise that he’s in danger.

Taking pity on the two of them, you explain. “It’s a type of drink from Earth. Like this.” You gesture at the waterskin. “But sweeter and fruity.”

Neytiri’s face softens in understanding, and her shoulders relax as she leans against Jake once more. Tsu’tey, meanwhile, is still looking a little confused – mercifully, he drops it, and instead begins passing the waterskin around again.

For the next two hours or so, you sit with the trio of Na’vi in the flickering firelight. Your initial anxiety that they didn’t want you around begins to fade slowly but surely. It’s a little awkward at first, but Jake makes an obvious attempt to include you in conversations and soon you’re relaxed and happy in their presence.

The three of them are so big that they take up most of the space on the log, but Jake manages to squeeze you in to sit in between him and Tsu’tey. You side-eyed him heavily at the time (he knows exactly what he’s doing, you just know it, but Jake pretends that he’s gone temporarily blind to your scowling), but now you’ve relaxed into the warmth radiating from their stupidly big bodies.

You can probably attribute your newfound relaxation to the effects of the unilpay – you feel comfortably loose and calm, your thoughts coming slow and easy as you lean into Jake’s side on the log. It’s not the same kind of tipsiness that you’re used to with Earth alcohol, but rather a softer and more comfortable sort of easy-going tranquility.

For the most part, the three Na’vi converse among themselves. You’re content just to sit in the light of the crackling fire as you bask in the warmth of the smoky forest air, listening to the conversations going on over your head. They speak almost exclusively in Na’vi, but thankfully your language skills have improved massively since you’ve arrived on Pandora – you’re able to follow along with minimal difficulty.

The unilpay has made you a little sleepy, and your eyelids feel heavy as you relax into your little spot between Jake and Tsu’tey. You’re grateful for how easy the evening feels; sitting in their company feels effortless in a way that you’ve been missing dearly. Since Jake had left to live full-time with the Omaticaya, you’ve found yourself without any close friends among the rest of the humans in the outpost.

You may not be as familiar with Neytiri and Tsu’tey, but you still feel comfortable enough in the cosy light of the fire that there’s no awkwardness between the four of you.

Or at least, almost no awkwardness.

“What about Saeyla?” Jake is asking, his eyebrows wagging cheekily as he speaks to Tsu’tey over the top of your head.

A significant portion of your sleepiness had vanished the second Jake had started teasing Tsu’tey about the women in the clan. It had taken everything in you to keep from visibly perking right up at the topic – it’s a little embarrassing to be so goddamn invested in his answer, and even more embarrassing to feel the little embers of jealousy stirring in your chest, as if you would ever stand a chance with him. God, you’re so stupid.

Neytiri clicks her tongue, answering in Tsu’tey’s place. “No. She is too arrogant, not suited well to him.”

Tsu’tey rolls his eyes, but looks amused at Neytiri’s insistence on answering for him. “It is as Neytiri says. I have no interest in her, and I have already denied her.”

“Ninat, then.” Neytiri says, raising the waterskin to her mouth and smiling coyly over the top of it. “She would make a fine mate.”

It doesn’t escape your notice that Jake’s eyes keep straying to her as though he can hardly stand to tear his gaze away from her, and you feel something in you ache wistfully at the sight of it. You’ve never looked at Jake in any sort of romantic sense – he’s only ever been your closest friend, but seeing that soft look in his eye has you wishing for a relationship like that for yourself.

Pandora can be a lonely place for a human so far from home. Your eyes slide back up to Tsu’tey, though he doesn’t seem to notice. If anything, he seems to be avoiding looking at you.

Tsu’tey hums, giving it some thought. You try to keep yourself as unobtrusive as possible, curling into the side of Jake’s big avatar body and trying to hide the little glances you keep shooting up at Tsu’tey’s face as he considers Ninat as a potential mate.

“She would.” He says at last, but he doesn’t sound particularly enthused about it. “But I do not desire her, either.”

You have to try not to let your emotions show on your face. It would be stupid to get your hopes up about anything to do with Tsu’tey. He may not be Olo’eyktan anymore, having handed that mantle over to Jake during his near brush with death, but he’s still a significant figure within the village.

His reputation is important, and he is so careful with what he says and does and how he interacts with the world around him. Even if he was able to get over his distaste for the entire human race, it’s not likely that he’d deign to lower himself to your level.

Maybe Jake can tell that he’s not going to get any juicy gossip out of Tsu’tey, because then he turns to look down at you. You recognise that glint in his eye, and find yourself tensing where you’re trapped in between the two big Na’vi men.

“What about you?” He asks, a grin beginning to grow across his face. “Max mentioned you went on a little date last week with that guy you were seeing. What was his name again? Toby, or something?”

Your eyes narrow. “There is no way he told you that.”

“He did.” He says smugly. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You push yourself up with a sigh so that you’re not leaning into his side so much anymore. This means that you’re pressed a little closer to Tsu’tey, but you’re too preoccupied with being the sole focus of Jake’s attention to be self-conscious about it – it always means trouble when he’s focused on you like this.

“Because it was a bust, obviously, and all you’ve ever done is complain about him.” You say, scowling at him.

God, you just know Jake is bringing this up in front of Tsu’tey to try and fluster you. He’s such a dick – you’re gonna kick his ass later.

“You didn’t get lucky?”

Your eyes widen, and you immediately slap at his arm hard. Your smacking at him doesn’t seem to phase him in the slightest; he doesn’t even move away from you, just snickering as you slap at his arms.

“Asshole!” You hiss at him. “Don’t ask me that in front of other people!”

The blank expressions on Tsu’tey and Neytiri’s faces are proof enough that they have no idea what that particular human phrase means, but that isn’t enough to ease your mortification.

“We’re all friends here.” Jake says, swatting your slapping hands away with ease. “No need to be embarrassed. What, was it not good?”

Oh, he’s doing this on purpose. He knows that you’re embarrassed, and he’s enjoying watching you squirm beside Tsu’tey. You are so going to get him back for this later.

“We didn’t fuck.” You say bluntly, fighting past the burn in your cheeks so you can glare at him. “It wasn’t worth it.”

You can feel Tsu’tey react from beside you, but you’re not brave enough to turn and look at his face. Oh god, you don’t want to know what he thinks of this conversation. No doubt his face is all scrunched up in his usual expression of disgust, and you don’t think you can handle seeing it right now.

Jake clicks his tongue, though he’s clearly amused. “If he was bad in bed, you should have just told him. I told you that faking orgasms wouldn’t end up well – you’ve given him a big head now-”

“I told you not to tell anyone about that!” You hiss, taking a swipe at his head. Infuriatingly, even though you’re all sitting down he’s still too tall for you to reach him as he just leans back.

Because Jake is an asshole, he just laughs. And to think you had just been feeling so grateful for his friendship. Now you just want to throttle him.

Neytiri leans forward so that she can see you around the bulk of Jake’s body, her brow all furrowed. After a brief hesitation, she hands the waterskin out to you.

“I do not understand,” She says as you take it. “He does not pleasure you, but you pretend that he does?”

Oh, sweet fucking lord. You push your mask up and chug at the unilpay, relishing the sweet burn in the back of your throat and praying that you somehow blackout in the next couple of seconds. The next time you manage to get Jake alone, you’re going to break his kneecaps.

Your plan to drink yourself into oblivion is cut short when Tsu’tey’s big hand wraps around the waterskin and tugs it away from your mouth. Disgruntled, you let him take it and press your breathing mask hastily back over your face – you’re still not able to look up at his expression.

“Some guys don’t know how to please women.” Jake answers for you, his arm looping around Neytiri’s shoulders as he leans in to murmur into her ear. “Lucky we don’t have that problem, huh?”

“Ma’Jake.” Neytiri scolds, but she doesn’t really sound angry. If anything, she sounds pleased, as though she’s only chastening him for public appearances. Sickening.

The unilpay is strong, enough so that it mellows out some of the furious embarrassment that had felt as though it were choking you. It’s not quite a feeling of drunkenness, but it relaxes you enough that you feel pleasantly loose and tipsy.

“Is this a problem for Sky People?” Neytiri asks, apparently unwilling to let the subject go. “Not being able to please their women? They are not good lovers?”

You try not to wince. Fuck, this is so humiliating. It’s one thing joking about this with Jake – he’s your best friend, and he’s always poked fun at you for shit like this. You probably could have handled Neytiri’s questions too, though not without a little embarrassment.

But the real source of your burning mortification is sitting to your immediate left; Tsu’tey’s body dwarfs you where you’re sitting, and his silence during this conversation is worse than anything he could have said.

“No,” Jake hurries to answer his mate, apparently concerned about what she might think about him and his own ability in bed. “No, it’s only a few-”

“I’ve never been with a man who’s a ‘good lover’,” You interrupt. Admittedly, you just say it to get a little vengeance on Jake for bringing up this conversation in the first place, but you’re still being truthful. “They’re always clumsy, rough, and totally fucking unaware of themselves, just hammering away at a vagina. They just turn into a sweaty animal hunched over you and grunting “baby you like that?” directly in your ear as they breathe all over you. It's not pleasant.”

Neytiri wrinkles her nose at the mental image that seems to conjure in her head. “Ah.”

“Damn,” Jake whistles, his eyes darting at something over your head before his grin widens impossibly further. “Someone’s frustrated.”

This time it’s Neytiri that swats at him, to your delight. Jake’s ears actually lower this time as he glances at her, but even the risk of Neytiri’s displeasure isn’t enough to shut him up for long.

“I’m just saying, obviously the guys you’ve been with have got no game.” Jake insists, making you scoff.

“Oh, and you know all about pleasing women?”

Neytiri hums. “He is quite good at it.”

Your face collapses into a scowl, unable to control your expression, and Tsu’tey grunts in disgust beside you. Well, this is just typical. How did the attention all land so squarely on you, anyway? You had just been trying your best to keep to yourself and enjoy your damn evening.

Jake looks stupidly smug now, his arm slung around Neytiri tugging her closer to him.

“What makes Sky demons good at mating, then?” Neytiri asks with poorly disguised interest. For all her distrust around the human scientists that have remained on the planet, she’s clearly curious – you can only guess that her interest stems from wanting to understand Jake’s human roots.

You can feel Tsu’tey shift beside you, and shrink down a little in the little crevice that you’re crammed into between him and Jake. Fuck, he must be so uncomfortable right now. You’re surprised that he hasn’t just stormed off yet, considering the topic of conversation.

It’s a small mercy that Jake answers in your stead, because you feel so mortifyingly aware of Tsu’tey’s big, overwhelming presence looming beside you.

“Easy,” Jake says pompously, smiling in self-satisfaction. “Three specific qualities.” He holds up three fingers, counting them out. “Excellent at foreplay, good stroke game, eats pussy.”

“Oh my god,” You groan, but you can’t suppress the laugh that bubbles out of you. “You’re disgusting.”

“I do not know this word.” Tsu’tey says suddenly. “Pussy. What does it mean?”

It’s the first time that he’s spoken in a while, ever since the conversation had turned towards human sex, and you’re mortified that this is the first question he’s asked. You choke, and Tsu’tey’s big honey-coloured eyes slide to you as you splutter, as though he’s curious about your reactions.

When Jake translates the word into Na’vi, Tsu’tey’s expression melts into understanding. “Yes, I see. And the other words? What do they mean?”

Jake’s expression turns sly. “Let me explain-”

That’s just about all you can take, and you struggle to wriggle your way out from between the two of them. “Alright! I think that’s my cue to go to bed!”

Jake is still laughing as you push yourself to your feet, but the majority of your attention is taken up by the way Tsu’tey is staring at you. He clearly can’t understand your reaction, which only humiliates you further.

The Na’vi are so much more open about sex and relationships than humans are, viewing it as just a fact of life. It’s clear that neither he nor Neytiri can understand why you’re so embarrassed by this conversation, but Jake finds the whole thing absolutely hilarious.

“You don’t want to help me explain foreplay to Tsu’tey?” He asks faux-innocently, his head tilting to the side as his lips tug in a grin.

“Jake.” You hiss at him, eyes narrowing. “I am going to fuck you up later, I swear to god.”

Jake looks as though he’s winding himself up to make another stupid comment, but a sharp look from Neytiri has him changing his mind. You’re impossibly grateful for her; you always thought she didn’t like you, but her intervention now along with her somewhat sympathetic expression has you wondering if perhaps she likes you more than you had thought. Or maybe she’s showing sympathy towards Tsu’tey; her gaze is darting over your head at his face, after all.

You take your opportunity to flee before anyone can say anything else. You’ve already suffered enough embarrassment tonight, you think as you bid them a hasty goodbye before beating a retreat.

As you disappear into the trees, you hear Tsu’tey’s voice murmuring, “Sky people have much shame when it comes to mating. It is strange.”

The water is warm and earthy-smelling, crystal clear as it laps against your skin like wet silk. The hot springs are like an open secret among the Omaticaya, and it had been with great delight that Jake had shown you how to get to them beneath the shelter of an arched cave weeks ago.

Unilpay may not have been like any human alcohol you had ever experienced, but the hangover you had woken up with the next morning was very familiar. Amidst the dull throbbing of your head and the light nausea, you decide that the only thing that could possibly help was a bath.

Now that you’re submerged in the silky hot water of the natural spring, you think that it just might have been the best idea you’ve ever had. Your face is flushed with a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the water, and you have your head pillowed in your arms where you’re half-hanging over one of the moss-covered rocks that line the pool.

It really is beautiful in here. The entire cavern is dimly illuminated by phosphorescent algae growing in the water and along the dampest patches of the walls, glowing a luminous blue. Along the rocky ceiling, it grows and glows like stars. Even the rocks glow a soft shade of green, padded by a soft, cushy sort of moss.

You’re lucky too that you’ve come to the springs so early in the morning. It’s rare to find them empty, and you delight in the fact that you’re able to enjoy the blissful solitude. The only problem is now that you’re alone, there’s no way to escape your thoughts.

The conversation from the night before keeps repeating inside your head, and every time it replays you find yourself sinking lower and lower into the rock you’re laying on. The unilpay must have been really dampening your reactions, because in the light of day the mortification is positively staggering.

Having a conversation about disappointing sex would be one thing, but to have that same conversation in front of Tsu’tey? The most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen in your life? The man already thinks that you’re a demon, and the thought of him sitting there and listening to a conversation about your embarrassingly disappointing sex life makes you want to curl up into a ball and die.

How are you ever going to look him in the eye again? You know that Jake had started that stupid conversation on purpose, just to embarrass you – he knows about your silly little crush, and never fails to poke fun at you when he can.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sound of bare feet scuffling against rock, and you blink your bleary eyes open and squint through the curling steam rising from the water.

For a moment, you think that what you’re seeing is a figment of your imagination conjured by the fact that you had just been thinking of him.

But then Tsu’tey keeps stepping forward, approaching the pool of water, and you realise that he is very real and very present.

“Hello, tawtute.” He greets, sounding bizarrely casual. It’s as if he had expected to see you here.

You startle, both at his presence and the fact that he’s actually greeting you. Your brain has stalled a little from his surprise arrival, and so it takes you a long time to comprehend exactly what he could be here for.

It’s only when his long fingers reach for the ties of his tewng that you fully register that you’re both in the hot springs for one reason – a bath.

“Oh!” You blurt stupidly, averting your gaze. Your entire upper body is exposed as you lay across the mossy rock with only your legs submerged in the water, but you’re quick to push yourself off and drop back into the pool in an effort to cover yourself.

Your modesty is wasted on him. The Na’vi are comfortable in their own skin, and nudity isn’t a taboo in their culture in the same way it is for humans. He barely even looks at you as he walks his way into the pool, though you can’t keep your own gaze from trailing back towards him.

The loincloth was the only thing he had removed. The rest of his jewelry remains tied around his neck and forearms, and you glance appreciatively at his narrow waist and the delicate white glowing freckles all over his firm pectoral muscles. He’s not the first Na’vi male you’ve seen nude, but this is the first one you’ve really wanted to see.

His legs are long and lean, and you try not to stare at his thighs as they flex when he wades into the hot water of the pool. Your eyes jump away when they reach the junction of his thighs, but not before catching a glimpse of what he’s packing there.

A little panicked, you duck down into the water until you’re submerged up to your nose, your gaze averted. Nudity may not be taboo to the Na’vi, but it still carries taboo connotations to you, especially considering this is a man that you’re attracted to.

You try to stifle your reaction as best as you can – it would be all too humiliating to have him realise just how you’re looking at him.

“I’m sorry,” You blurt, raising your arms so you can cross them over your chest. “I didn’t know there was anyone else here, but I was just leaving-”

Tsu’tey spares you a glance, though his eyes don’t linger on you. You can’t decide if the lack of attention is reassuring or insulting.

“Stay.” He grunts, wading further into the centre of the pool, further than you had dared to go. It’s far deeper there, the water lapping steadily at his shoulders.

He doesn’t say anything further, and so you end up hovering awkwardly in the shallow end of the pool with your back pressed up against the mossy rock you had been laying on. Though Tsu’tey isn’t paying you any attention, you keep your arms pressed tight to your chest in a weak attempt to cover your breasts.

Tsu’tey sighs softly as his shoulders relax in the warm water, one of his hands cupping the back of his neck as he rolls his head on his neck. The cave is quiet, the sounds of the softly bubbling water amplified against the wet rock walls, and you feel terribly self-conscious as you watch him dip himself in the water.

“You left quickly last night.” He says, his quiet voice almost lost amidst the soft sounds of the water.

You blink. It takes a moment for you to understand – he so rarely initiated conversation with you, always preferring to simply watch you in silence as you talked away.

“Oh.” You feel your face grow hot, and attempt to dip even lower in the water. “Right. Sorry about that. Um, Jake loves fucking around like that. He’s not very funny though.”

Tsu’tey hums, though his mouth quirks in amusement. “He is not funny,” He agrees. “But I learned much about human males. I did not realise they were so disappointing.”

“Oh my god.” You mutter faintly, eyes widening. The only thing you can think of that’s more embarrassing than standing in front of Tsu’tey naked is continuing the conversation about your disappointing lovers as you both stand nude in a bath.

Your soft exclamation draws his attention, and this time his eyes linger on your face.

“Their inability to please you causes you shame?” He wonders.

You almost choke, recoiling a little at that question. Fuck, you always forget how blunt the Na’vi are, and Tsu’tey is even more straight-forward than most. But still, you’ve never spoken to him like this before. Yet here he is, asking you a very personal question indeed.

“I- I guess.” You manage to say, though it comes out a little strained. “I mean- it is a little embarrassing.”

Tsu’tey has hardly blinked as he watches you, and the intensity of his stare makes you unbelievably nervous. It takes everything you have not to fidget as he watches you; it feels as though he’s reading your thoughts right off your face.

Finally, after an impossibly long moment, he grunts dismissively before wading towards the edge of the pool. You watch him go, squinting to see what he’s doing as he reaches for something hidden among the glowing flora growing around the hot springs.

When he pulls back, there’s some sort of glowing flower clasped in his hand. It’s a pretty pink colour, luminous against Tsu’tey’s vibrant blue skin. You watch with interest as he dips it in the water before beginning to rub it along his arms and chest. You can’t see any point to it, and you squint curiously as he massages his skin with the silky petals.

“What is that?” You’re finally brave enough to ask.

“Yursyulang.” Tsu’tey says, though he doesn’t raise his head to look at you. “The flowers are used to wash.”

You don’t reply, too distracted by the fact that his hands are now dipping lower in the water so he can wash at his thighs. You look away hastily, growing flustered, before turning to take a look at the vegetation growing around the edge of the pool just behind you.

Sure enough, there are a few of the delicate flowers growing in the crevices between the rocks all around the pool.

You pluck one, peering at it carefully. The petals are a little bit waxy, though when they come into contact with your wet fingers the waxy texture turns oily. The stamen protrudes from between the petals, dropping white pollen all over your fingers.

Experimentally, you swipe the flower over your arm. It leaves an odd trail of oily residue in its wake, and you squint at it in confusion.

When you look up again, you’re surprised to find that Tsu’tey has stepped much closer to you. You reach up to cover your chest again, startled.

“You are using it wrong.” He says bluntly, reaching for the flower in your hand. “Give it.”

You hand it over without a word, though you can’t figure out what he wants with it. You don’t think you’d be able to argue with him even if you tried.

He steps closer again, and you take a nervous step back. The mossy rock presses against your spine, halting your retreat. Tsu’tey steps forward again, before reaching for your arm.

You let him take it, taking a breath and holding it as his thick four-fingered hand closes around your wrist. Even in the heat of the pool, his touch feels scorching.

“Like this.” He murmurs, gripping the flower and stroking it softly over the skin of your arm.

Your mouth goes dry, and you watch with wide and confused eyes as he cups his hand in the water and pours it over the oily residue left by the flower petals. The water causes it to emulsify, turning milky against your skin.

By all rights, that should have been the end of his little demonstration. But to your bewilderment, he just keeps going. He’s more gentle than you would have guessed by his size and scowl, and you feel your already traitorous heart shiver and grow even softer.

The yursyulang leaves your arm feeling clean but soft, without the usual dried-out feeling you get from soap.

You swallow thickly as his touch glides up your arm and over your shoulder, the silky sensation of the flower on your collarbones making you shiver despite the heat in the pool.

When Tsu’tey speaks again you jolt, startled as the peaceful quiet of the cave is broken.

“You are too little,” He murmurs, one of his fingers tracing over your collarbone. “It is difficult to reach. Come here.”

He lowers himself down to your level, and your eyes follow him as he sits on a stone ledge built into the side of the pool. He gestures at you to come closer, and you follow his direction mindlessly. You spare a brief moment to wonder if you’re imagining this, but you really don’t care – you’re willing to soak up any little bit of attention he’s willing to give you.

You let out a soft noise of surprise when he grips your arm and pulls you up onto the ledge next to him. You hurry to cover your breasts again, despite the fact that he’s made no move to glance down.

“Why do you do this?” He wonders, reaching forward and tugging at your forearm where it’s held tight to your chest.

“Um-” Your laugh is high-pitched and nervous, and you wince at the sound of it. “Humans aren’t as confident in their bodies as the Na’vi tend to be, I guess.”

He hums, then reaches out and drags the yursyulang across your chest, just over the swell of your breasts. You take a sharp inhale through your nose at the touch, though there don’t seem to be any ulterior motives behind it.

“Your people are strange.” He murmurs, cupping more water and letting it drip over your chest. “You do not like your own bodies, you do not connect with nature, you do not touch each other. It is no wonder that tawtute males are bad lovers.”

“Oh my god,” You roll your eyes, but you think he just might have a point. “Can we stop talking about this?”

Tsu’tey’s mouth twitches, and he tugs at your arm one more time. Reluctantly, you allow your arms to drop. This time, he does look at your tits, and you feel hyper-aware of the way your nipples have firmed up in the steamy air as he touches you.

“I have been thinking about what Jakesully said last night,” He murmurs, gliding his hand lower over the swell of your breasts. “He explained, after you were gone.”

You stare at him, wondering if you were imagining the tension that’s singing between the two of you. Why is he bringing this up now? He had been so quiet last night that you had just assumed he was as disgusted as he usually was around humans. You can hardly believe he’s touching you right now, and voluntarily too, as he brings up the subject again.

“I’m… not altogether sure I want to know what he said.” You admit a little hesitantly.

He chuckles at that, and startles you by closing his hands around your hips and hoisting you up over his lap. You end up sitting with your legs splayed around one of his thighs, your hands pressed against his chest as you grab at him for balance.

You let out a weird warble of surprise as he settles you firmly on his thigh, but he doesn’t seem to notice your bewilderment at all. He’s still acting as though what he’s doing is perfectly normal, and maybe it is.

Maybe you’re the one being weird. Communal bathing is normal among the Na’vi, and you know that it’s considered a type of bonding for them too. Maybe this act of washing you is supposed to symbolise his acceptance of you among the clan?

“Tsu’tey,” You whisper, your brow furrowing in confusion as he washes your stomach. “What’s happening right now?”

One of his arms winds around your waist, and you melt against him when he drags the yursyulang over the bare skin of your back. His grip is so strong, his hand so large and warm that it makes your thoughts scatter into nothingness.

“You do not like me touching you?” He asks. His voice is a little huskier than usual, but he still sounds unbelievably casual considering the position the two of you are in.

"That's- no, I don't mean that-"

It doesn't seem as though Tsu’tey is paying the slightest bit of mind to the way you’re getting flustered, because he just gives you a careless little smirk as his head tilts. He moves like a particularly graceful cat, and you shift a little nervously on his thigh.

"No?" His lips are beginning to curve up into a tiny, amused smile as he watches you scramble. "You seem confused."

You take a little breath in a weak attempt to collect yourself. You feel overheated and shivery, your thoughts slow and soupy. Fuck, you’re aroused. It’s the worst time possible to be sitting naked in Tsu’tey’s lap, and you’re just so grateful that the water your lower half is submerged in is covering how you’ve grown slick and sticky.

His gentle touch all over your body in the name of washing is one thing, but when one of his hands slides up into your hair you freeze.

You may not have been certain about the connotations of bathing, but you know perfectly well what the connotations of him washing your hair is. This is an intimate touch on a level that you’re not sure a human could ever understand – a Na’vi’s hair is especially revered considering the proximity to their neural queue. This is a touch that is usually reserved for family or for mates.

When you glance up at his face, you find that he’s already watching you with those intense amber eyes of his, as though trying to read you for a reaction.

“Tsu’tey?” You ask, your voice wobbling a little. “Is this- I mean, are you-?”

“I have been thinking,” He interrupts, his blunt fingers massaging at your scalp. “About your unworthy human mate.”

“They’re not-” You begin, your eyes fluttering shut as he scratches softly through the roots of your hair. “He’s not my mate.”

Tsu’tey grunts, though he sounds pleased as one of his hands drifts low over your belly with the yursyulang.

“Good. It does not sound like there are any tawtute males worthy of mating with.”

You laugh, breathless and a little awkward as you try to pretend that your stomach hasn’t just clenched up like a fist at the feeling of his hand trailing over your navel.

“Well,” Your murmur, a little wryly. “Maybe if human men had to go through a big rite of passage before choosing a mate, they’d be a little more appreciative.”

Tsu’tey’s brow crinkles slightly. “They do not deserve iknimaya. And they do not deserve a mate.”

You laugh again, but this time it comes out strangled and weak. You’re beginning to get far too flustered sitting in his lap like this, but you can’t work up the willpower to clamber off him. Does he even realise that the way he’s touching you is considered sexually intimate for humans? You’re naked for god’s sake.

But then he must realise, you think. He’s washing your hair, and that’s a huge display of intimacy for Na’vi. Is there something you’re missing here?

Then he speaks again, and your doubts are very firmly shattered.

“I want to give you pleasure.” He says. His voice is low and rumbly and quiet, and yet in the quiet of the cave he may as well have been shouting. “Since you have never experienced it with a lover.”

You goggle at him like an absolute moron. Your thoughts have gone utterly, totally blank. It’s like your brain has been shocked into a hard reboot, and you stare uncomprehendingly as his words sink in. He watches you right back, the picture of patience. The only sign of his impatience is the flick of his ear.

Before you can answer, he buries his face into your neck and lays a hot, biting kiss against the sensitive flesh just beneath your jaw. You jerk in his lap, eyes blowing wide at the feeling of his hot, rough tongue and his sharp teeth.

Oh god, this is actually happening. He’s actually touching you, kissing you, holding you.

“What about Ninat?” You ask stupidly, then curse yourself. Why the fuck are you bringing up Ninat? Talk about self-sabotage.

Tsu’tey doesn’t even bother to respond immediately. He just takes a hold of your hips and lifts, gathering you into his strong arms effortlessly as he stands in the water. The movement comes as a surprise, and you clutch at him with wide eyes as he turns and settles you down on the same moss-covered rock you had been lounging on beside the pool when he had first come in.

Now that you’re no longer in the hot water, gooseflesh breaks out all over your skin and your nipples firm up obviously. You shiver a little as you watch his eyes drift down over your breasts and linger, before dropping lower over your belly.

“What about her?” He asks at last, though he seems to get distracted by the way your thighs are rubbing together.

You push yourself up to a sitting position on the mossy rock, your fingers curling into the soft vegetation. “Didn’t you say you were courting her?”

“No.” Tsu’tey says bluntly, crawling up onto the rock beside you and situating himself between your legs as he leans in to kiss your collarbones. “I did not say this. I am not courting anybody yet, despite my efforts.”

When his mouth drifts lower over your breasts, you forget your train of thought entirely. His tongue is big and rough as he licks over your nipple. He’s big enough that when he goes to take your breast into his mouth, he covers almost the entire swell of it.

You push your chest into the wet heat of his mouth with a soft breath, but then he reaches up and pushes you right back down. His strength takes you by surprise, and all you can do is lay there and gasp as he licks at your tits like a man starving.

“Oh fuck.” You breathe, raising your hand to cup the back of his head. Your fingers wind into his braids, clutching at them as he bites unmistakable hickeys into your tits.

Even through your mask, you can tell he smells like the sweet-scented flower he had been using to bathe. The pleasant smell goes to your head, leaving you all hazy and wanting.

When Tsu’tey’s mouth leaves you, you nearly whine out a complaint. He hardly gives you an opportunity to make a sound though, because his hands keep running all over your body. The pads of his fingers trace over your shoulders, his palms coast over your breasts and belly, he grips and gently squeezes at the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Jakesully-” Tsu’tey begins, before pausing. A small frown furrows his brow, and he seems to be struggling with how to phrase his next words. “He courted you? Before he became one of the People?”

The shock of that question causes you to jolt, startled right out of your dazed state of arousal.

“What?” You almost screech, attempting to sit up. Tsu’tey’s hand closes around your waist, keeping you still, but you still manage to scowl up at him in utter bewilderment. “No, fuck! We’re friends! We’ve always been friends! It’s not like that at all!”

Tsu’tey’s shoulders loosen, as though some tension you hadn’t even noticed he was carrying is beginning to leak away. “Ah. He seemed... familiar with your pleasure. Or lack of it.”

"We talk! Jesus-"

You’re still a little shell-shocked by the question as Tsu’tey returns to pressing kisses down the length of your stomach. Why would he have asked you that? Surely it was obvious that you and Jake were just friends? Neytiri would have struck you down if you were anything more, you were sure.

You’re so preoccupied with your thoughts that it takes a moment to realise that Tsu’tey has stopped trailing kisses down your belly. Instead he’s come to a halt, and you can feel him staring down between your legs. The sudden interest has your breath catching and your cheeks burning.

When you try to close your thighs, his hands clamp firmly around your legs to keep you spread open and still.

“You have hair here.” He comments, his brow all puckered in bewilderment as he reaches a finger out and drags it through the curls of your pubic hair.

“Yeah.” You say stupidly. You imagine it must look bizarre to one of the Na’vi, who are naturally hairless everywhere except for the thick, glossy hair on their heads.

“What is its purpose?”

You open your mouth, and then slowly close it, then open it again. “I, uh… I don’t know, really. It grows when humans reach puberty.”

He cards a finger through it, eyes sharp and curious. It’s a pretty weak explanation, but Tsu’tey seems satisfied enough with it.

His touches grow bolder, his fingers moving with purpose down towards your swollen cunt. You had just started to curse yourself for not shaving, but then the pads of his fingers run over the puffy hood of your clit and you moan quietly as your thoughts scatter.

You pleasured little sounds seem to encourage him, because his touches get bolder. His fingers trace over the contours of your cunt, in between the slick folds as though testing to see how wet you are, before returning to your clit again.

His other hand wanders down towards your legs, and he hooks his fingers around the soft pudge of your thigh. He squeezes lightly, and makes a soft grunt of amusement.

“Are all Sky People so soft?” He wonders, pressing his face into the swell of your tits as his mouth curves up in a smirk.

You don’t even answer, raising your hand to cup the back of his neck in an attempt to keep his head where it is. Your stomach is twisting in excitement and arousal, your chest heaving as you attempt to keep your breath steady inside your breathing mask. God, you want his mouth on your tits again.

He seems to know what you’re thinking, because he lifts his head up to grin at you. You’ve never seen him so expressive before – he’s usually so blank-faced and scowly, so to see his sharp teeth all bared in a wild grin, the skin around his eyes crinkling, nearly takes your breath away.

He kisses your left breast again, his rough-textured tongue rasping over your nipple and making you let out a soft, breathy little whimper.

“You like this.” He murmurs. There’s a little bit of wonderment in his voice, as though he’s pleasantly surprised by your reaction.

“Yeah,” You breathe, a little embarrassed. “It feels good. But- could you-”

He kisses your other tit, nipping gently at the underside of it, before lifting his face to look at you again. That amused expression hasn’t faltered at all, and one corner of his mouth twitches up into a smirk as he watches you struggle to express your desires.

“I will do what you wish,” He murmurs, “But you must tell me first.”

He bows his head and drags his nose up along your breastbone towards your collarbones. His breath tickles at your wet skin, and his plump lips trace little kisses all over you as he goes. He’s so gentle, but his touch feels positively electric and leaves a line of goosebumps breaking out in his wake.

You feel like you’ve been clubbed over the head. You’ve been crushing on Tsu’tey for so long, but never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined a situation like this, with him looming large and imposing between your legs and asking how you want him to please you.

What the fuck? You think wildly, before shoving your confusion aside. Who cares how you got here – you’re going to seize this opportunity with both hands.

“Will you touch me again?” You breathe, reaching down and wrapping your fingers around his large wrist. His hand is still between your legs, though it’s gone still as he waits for you to direct him. “My- my clit, just there-”

His ears twitch, and then he shifts and pushes himself down your body. He only pauses when his head is level with your hips, and you see his nostrils flare as he scents you between your legs.

Though you had asked him to touch you, your legs twitch shut as you try to close your thighs. You want him so badly, but it’s mortifying to see him sniffing at you like that.

He clicks his tongue, and grabs at your thighs to press them open again. He’s so strong, and regardless of how gentle he’s being you don’t stand a chance at resisting him. As soon as he has your legs splayed out wide once again, his head bullies its way between your thighs and keeps you all spread open.

You can hear him breathing you in, taking deep eager breaths as he snuffles at your cunt before leaning in closer. His breathing sounds positively desperate, as though he’s just short of hyperventilating.

“You smell sweet, tawtute,” He groans, leaning his head against the plushness of your thigh. “I did not expect this.”

Your clit is aching so hard that it feels like your whole cunt is pulsing between your legs. Honestly, a significant part of you had expected to be manhandled and fucked within an inch of your life after he had declared his intention to please you; that’s what the men you’ve encountered before have considered pleasing you, after all. And while you’re a little terrified to think about the sheer size of the weapon he’s got between his legs, that doesn’t seem to be what Tsu’tey is planning at all.

Instead, he demonstrates an abundance of patience as he spends his time mapping out every inch of your flesh with his hands, pressing kisses all along the inside of your thighs. You shiver under the attention, shuffling a little as you spread your legs wider; your self-consciousness is forgotten in your eagerness to feel his mouth on you properly.

Finally, finally, he nips and kisses his way up to the meeting of your thighs and lays his hot, eager tongue along the heat of your cunt. His tongue is… not particularly soft. It has a rough, almost sand-papery texture, though it’s slick and wet and it feels so, so good against your swollen and over-heated flesh.

“Oh, fuck!” You wheeze, tossing your head back against the squishy moss that coats the rock beneath you.

When you wiggle a little, trying to encourage his mouth a little higher, his hands grasp at your thighs hard to keep you still.

“Relax, demon,” He rumbles against you, mouth curving up in a sharp grin. “Be patient. You will have your pleasure.”

It’s a different sensation to anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s not the first time you’ve been eaten out, of course. You’ve had partners offer in the past, but it had never done much for you. Your last partner would only do it to get you wet, and then his focus would switch without preamble to getting his cock inside you. You had never experienced a tongue that played between your legs with such obvious relish before.

As your body goes lax against the mossy rock, Tsu’tey rumbles in delight and pulls your thighs up over his shoulders so that his head is bracketed by your plush thighs. You try not to thrash too much, to relax like he’s told you to. He makes it easier when he bars one of his arms over your hips and presses them down, keeping you from squirming.

The action alone makes you a little flustered, and the fact that you now feel like you can barely move an inch has your head swimming.

Tsu’tey continues to lave his tongue against you. It feels much rougher than a human tongue; it reminds you a little of a cat’s. The texture isn’t painful…in fact, it’s kind of mind-blowing. It creates such a glorious friction that it has you squirming despite your best intentions.

“Oh god,” You wheeze as he drags that rough tongue over your sensitive clit, hips jerking out of your control at the sensation of it. “Oh god, yes-”

Tsu’tey seems to take every breath, sigh and whimper as a cue, trying to match his movements to what makes you react the most. Your toes clench uselessly along his back where your legs are still thrown over his shoulders, leaving you entirely powerless in his hold.

When your breath hitches, he bears down with more intent and it’s too much, too fast. You shudder as an orgasm washes over you, vision whiting out as hot static pleasure radiates from your cunt out into every extremity. The release takes you by surprise, and you can’t stop yourself from whining and moaning and writhing while Tsu’tey keeps you as still as he can, never erring in his ministrations.

He only pulls back when the last shivering aftershock races through your nerves, and even then he only pulls back far enough to press a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“That is one.” He murmurs to himself, his chest rumbling in a loud purr. The vibrations shoot right into through your nerves, and you’re oversensitive enough that you shudder mindlessly at the feeling.

You stare wide-eyed at the ceiling of the cave, chest heaving as you catch your breath. You’re still trying to wrap your head around what’s just happened.

“Holy shit,” You breathe, craning your head up so you can look down at him. “I’ve never- I mean, no one else has ever made me come before.”

Tsu’tey is still nuzzling his wide, flat nose into your inner thigh as he takes deep breaths, clearly enjoying the smell of your arousal, but your words draw him out of his relaxed state. He blinks, then frowns up at you.

“You have wasted your time with unworthy males,” He murmurs, his brow furrowed in aggravation. “I will fix this.”

With that, he lowers his mouth to your oversensitive clit and begins to lick at you again. In the same moment, he slides a single finger inside of you. Even one of his fingers is thick, and you let out a sharp, surprised sound, your head tilting back against the cushy moss as your eyes shut tight against the onslaught of sensation as he begins to stretch you out.

You can’t believe he’s still eating your pussy. You had massively underestimated his commitment and his drive, it seems; he isn’t showing any signs of stopping anytime soon. His eyes are closed as he devotes his entire attention to burying his face into your cunt and lapping at your clit.

It’s almost like he’s trying to smother himself in you, as though tongue-fucking you is infinitely more important than breathing. You just barely catch on to the way his hips are moving; he’s grinding his cock into the spongey moss beneath him, letting out soft grunts into your pussy as he focuses solely on making you feel good.

After that first orgasm, there is no resisting anything he does. His head is between your thighs, his tongue is on your clit. You’re convinced that you’re about to reach heaven, because nothing has ever felt this good in your life.

And then he purrs, and you lose your mind completely. It’s like having the best vibrator in the world, pressed right up into you as he licks you wet and sloppy.

You come again, squealing. He holds your hips still, making it so you can’t escape the pure onslaught of pleasure and sensation as his tongue rolls up into you, deeper than any human has ever reached before.

“Two.” He mumbles against your cunt, the word wetly muffled.

This orgasm doesn’t last quite as long as the first one, and soon you’re whimpering, overwhelmed. He doesn’t slow down, but his movements do turn gentle. He adds another finger; you’re wet enough from both your own arousal and from Tsu’tey’s eager mouth that the slide of the second finger is easy, though the stretch still burns a little.

His two thick fingers roll inside you, gentle but insistent. Your face screws up as he hits the spongey sweet spot deep inside of you, the sweet heat that blooms throughout your lower belly making your toes curl.

“Tsu’tey,” You choke out, sweat breaking out across your temples as you shudder. “Oh, fuck! Oh god, please, please, please-”

The steady rumbling purr is interrupted briefly by his chuckle. Encouraged by your reactions, his fingers start to rub over your sweet spot so insistently that your breath catches in your chest and your eyes roll back.

When his lips wrap around your clit and he sucks, you let out an honest to god scream as another orgasm slams into you, sending your vision whiting out like static. Tsu’tey seems to like that, moaning happily as you writhe against his face and taking the opportunity to add another finger.

“Three,” He mumbles to himself, so quietly you hardly hear.

You’re stuffed full and trembling like a leaf, your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped open as you pant like a moron.

“S’too much,” You moan, your words coming out all slurred and stupid. “Fuck, fuck, Tsu’tey, too much.”

With great reluctance, Tsu’tey pulls his face away from your cunt. He looks utterly debauched. His lips are slick and swollen, drool and slick smeared all over his mouth and chin, his hair all dishevelled from your tugging at it, and a hazy, lusty look gleaming in his eyes.

Fuck, you’ve never seen him look so pleased with himself.

Despite the fact that you’re still shivering from the electric little jolts that keep shooting up your spine from your poor, oversensitive clit, you find yourself anticipating his next move. However improbable, you want more.

Tsu’tey pushes himself up, his large palms coming to rest over your hips as he leans up to lay some more hot, biting kisses against your shoulder.

“You make such lovely noises, tawtute,” He murmurs, his lips dragging over the hot skin at the base of your throat.

You’re still wide-eyed and short of breath, but you tilt your head back eagerly and loop your arms around his neck. He’s so much bigger than you that it feels as though his entire body engulfs you as he leans over you, and it sends an excited little thrill through you.

“Holy fuck,” You wheeze, your fingers curling into his hair. “Oh my god. I’ve never… shit. I think you’ve just ruined me for human men for life.”

That seems to do wonders for his ego, because he lifts his face from your shoulder so that you can see his stupidly smug expression. His tail is wiggling in the air, a clear sign of satisfaction. God, he’s adorable.

He still hasn’t pulled his fingers out of you, and you sigh stupidly as you feel them curl languidly inside of you. Your thighs are still spread wide, trembling a little from the muscle strain as Tsu’tey settles himself between your legs.

“Tawtute males have nothing to offer.” He says, with an obvious edge of loftiness in his voice.

You wheeze a laugh, before pushing yourself up onto your elbows so that you can peer down the length of your bodies. Though his body is pressed tight to yours, you can still see the evidence of his arousal hanging heavy between his legs. He’s so hard, and yet he hasn’t made any move to climb atop you and start hammering away at you like you’re used to. It’s a little startling to realise that you kind of want him to.

Tentatively, you reach for his cock. He groans as soon as your fingers make contact with his erection, his head dropping down to rest against your chest.

“You do not have to, demon.” He murmurs, though his voice is strained and his hips rock a little into your grip as though he can’t help it. “I will keep using my mouth until you are satisfied.”

Well, that’s certainly a very enticing offer. You had never experienced anyone use their mouth like Tsu’tey had, so eager and driven and motivated by nothing but getting you off, and you can imagine getting addicted to his mouth with ease.

Warm fondness blooms in your chest as you look at him all crouched between your legs, brow furrowed as he watches your face. Even with your hand on his dick, he’s not pushing you for anything more. Your crush on him seems to swell, your heart fluttering in time with your pussy as you reach for him.

“Your mouth is very good,” You breathe, a grin beginning to curve your mouth up. “But…”

Tsu’tey lifts his head, his eyes narrowing as his gaze darts all over your face. It’s like he’s trying to read what you want from your expression, to guess what you’re looking for before you can say it aloud. It reminds you of earlier, when he had said that he would do whatever you wanted, so long as you told him what it was.

Your fingers tentatively coast down the length of his stiff cock in an exploratory type of touch. It’s thick, but it feels… manageable. Na’vi cocks seem to follow similar proportions to Na’vi bodies; long, but narrow. That still makes him very thick compared to a human, but it feels only a little larger than an ex-partner you once had that was especially well endowed. Granted, that sex was terrible because he didn't know how to use it, but you’re positive this will be different. This is Tsu’tey, and you’re beginning to trust him whole-heartedly with your body; he certainly seems to know what he’s doing.

“Will you fuck me?” You ask.

Your voice comes out a little shakier than you had intended, but it's just the nerves getting the better of you. It’s a bold question to be asking, and you’re asking it of Tsu’tey; one of the scariest people you’ve ever met and the one that you’ve been crushing on for months.

He expels a sharp breath of air as though it’s been punched out of him, and his face drops down to push into the curve of your shoulder.

“Yes, tawtute,” He groans, lips dragging against your neck. “I would be very pleased to, if you are sure.”

Your grin turns anticipatory, and then you wrap your hand around his cock and give it a proper stroke. He grunts, his hold on you tightening a little as his body curves around you, his hips humping into your fist.

The sense of power that washes over you is a little startling. Tsu’tey is over nine feet tall and stacked, and yet you have him grunting and groaning as he humps his cock into your tiny fist. He’s so sweet about it too, only taking what you give him and never demanding more. Fuck, it makes you want to give him the world.

His eyes are all scrunched shut, and as your fist twists over the mushroomed head of his cock, an honest to god moan is punched out of his chest, the deepness of the sound vibrating into you beneath him. It’s probably the hottest thing you’ve ever heard in your life, and your legs fall even farther apart in response to it.

Not only is his cock thick and long, but it has little raised patterns along it that seem to mimic the darker stripes across the rest of his skin. The velvety skin of his cock is also dotted with raised little nubs all over, and every time your hand strokes over them, Tsu’tey shivers a little as his ears twitch.

Apparently Na’vi males aren’t meant to be a smooth ride. You feel your clit actually pulse at the thought.

“Tsu’tey,” You gasp, your grip on his cock firming. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my fucking life.”

He lets out a breath, one that sounds like pure anticipation, before rolling off of you.

You blink, bewildered as he shuffles himself off the rock and away from you. That is absolutely not what you wanted.

“Where are you going?” You ask, trying not to sound miffed.

“Patience, yawntutsyìp.” He says as he reaches for the loincloth he had placed aside when he had first come into the spring.

He sounds amused, which actually helps to settle you. He didn’t appear to have any intentions of leaving you here, wet and loose and ready to be fucked, which was a relief.

You watch him curiously, desperate to know just what it is that he’s looking for. He seems to be rooting around in a little leather pouch tied to his loincloth, though you can’t get a good look at what he’s searching for.

“Tsu’tey-” You start to say, but he straightens up and turns back to you before you can finish.

He moves back to you swiftly, his agility as impressive as ever as he leaps back around the mossy rock you’re all laid over. Within seconds, he’s resituated himself back between your thighs as though he never left, leaning over you and giving you an eager, anticipatory grin.

He looks genuinely excited, and you feel your stomach flip in response. Oh, you’re so fucked. Literally as well as figuratively, you hope.

“What were you-”

You’re interrupted again when he holds up a hand; clasped in it is a bottle that’s bizarrely familiar. For a long second all you can do is blink at it, bewildered.

“Where did you get lube-”

“It will make it better for you, will it not?” He asks, fumbling to snap the bottle open.

Your expression softens, mouth wobbling into a shy little smile, before reaching to open the bottle cap yourself.

“Yeah,” You murmur, watching him dribble the lube over his long, lithe blue fingers. “It will, but where did you get it?”

“I asked for it.” Is all he says, before dipping his fingers between your legs once again.

You abandon your line of questioning with a satisfied sigh, leaning your head back as he fingers you with one hand. Three of his large fingers stretch you wide as his thumb rolls over your clit, moving deftly. With his other hand, he reaches to rub some of the slick and gooey lube over his cock.

“Okay,” You breathe, your hips twitching a little as his thumb rubs smooth circles over the swollen nub of your clit. “Come on, come on, give it to me-”

He breathes a soft snort, his eyes bright and wild as he watches the way your hips move towards him. He seems to be enamoured with the fact that you’re apparently so desperate for him, and if he hadn’t worked you up so much you might be embarrassed about it.

“Patience, little demon.” He rumbles out, lowering his chest so that he’s pressed against you. “You still doubt my ability to please you?”

His chest reverberates against yours as he purrs, and you shiver in delight at the sensation. It feels as though he’s sending vibrations right down into your bones, and you arch your back as you push your breasts into him.

“No,” You say it with a breathless laugh. “No, I trust you.”

“Good.” He hums, his teeth glinting as he grins.

When the thick head of his cock presses against your slicked entrance, you let your thighs fall open even further. When he starts to press in, all you can manage to do is shut your eyes tight and whimper.

“Breathe, yawntutsyìp.” He whispers into your ear, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

He’s stretched you out well, and you’re loose and relaxed thanks to the orgasms he’s given you already, but he’s still big. He takes it slow and careful, but the stretch still burns and forces all the air out of your lungs.

You take a shaky inhale as he works himself into you, somewhat stunned by the steady, inescapable pressure and the impossible feeling of fullness. Your body keeps clenching and relaxing, alternately accepting his girth and seizing up to try and force him out; Tsu’tey takes it as slow as he can manage, attempting to make it as easy for you to take him as possible.

“Oh god, oh god,” You warble, reaching up to cling onto his shoulders.

Fuck, you feel like you’re on fire. You can’t think of the last time that you were so alight with desire. You ache, a sweet subtle hurt like a pure animal demand to be satisfied.

Your hips spasm towards him, frustrated by his slow pace, but he reaches down and snatches at your hipbones to keep you still.

“Don’t force it,” He whispers to you. You can hear the amusement in her voice, but he strokes his thumbs in circles around your hipbones to soothe you as you struggle with his size. “You can take it; just give yourself a moment.”

His grip on your hips is like steel, and you’re not sure you could move even if you tried. You’ve no option but to do as he says, and you go as still as possible.

“Fuck, your dick is big.” You wheeze, turning your face to the side and squeezing your eyes shut. You can’t quite bear to look at his face, and you’re mortified at the thought of him seeing your expression.

Tsu’tey rumbles what sounds like a chuckle, but his voice is strained again. It seems like taking it slow is a struggle for him too, no matter how cool and collected he seems to be.

It feels like it takes an eternity, but at last Tsu’tey bottoms out – he can’t fit entirely inside of you, but still you’re so stuffed full that you can hardly take a breath.

Tsu’tey has gone still too, and his own breaths are shuddering in and out of him in short bursts. It’s clear he’s in ecstasy, caught up in the tight fit of you, and he takes a moment just to breathe and collect himself as he holds you tight.

“Look at me, tawtute,” Tsu’tey grits out from between his teeth, nuzzling his flat nose along the length of your jaw. “Want to watch you.”

Once you open your eyes you have to blink several times in an attempt to focus on him. His deep blue skin is all dewy from the balmy heat of the hot springs and from a thin layer of perspiration, and the little dots of white sprinkled over his face and chest glow softly.

Your eyes drop lower, over his wide shoulders and the well-built musculature of his chest and abdomen. Fuck, he’s so pretty.

You shift your hips just slightly, testing how he feels in you. The stretch doesn’t burn anymore, your body having adjusted to the size of him, but you still feel as though you’re being stretched to your limits.

You bear down a little, flexing your muscles around his cock just to see his reaction. The growl it forces out of him almost takes you by surprise, especially when he rears back so that he’s sitting on his haunches.

In the same move, he uses his grip on your hips to pull you forward so that your ass is resting on top of his well-muscled thighs. It allows him to lift your hips a little, and you realise that this position gives him more control over the angle he can fuck you at.

“Are you alright?” He asks, his expression taut from the effort it’s taking not to move.

“Yes,” You breathe, arching your back so that your ass is pushed further into his lap, your shoulders pressed against the mossy rock you’re laying on. “Fuck yes.”

Finally, finally, Tsu’tey begins to move.

At first, he starts slow. His thrusts feel almost experimental. He’ll move, then adjust his angle and move again. When you feel pleasure rocket up your spine on his next thrust, you let out a gasped moan, tilting your head back and squeezing your eyes shut.

Tsu’tey gives a rumbling purr and leans forward so that he’s all hunched over you, his hands braced over your hips as he pulls you into him. He keeps that same angle as he starts to work himself up to a rhythm, his pace and strength increasing with every movement until he’s finally built up the perfect cadence.

All you can do is writhe underneath him helplessly, taking it. The mossy rock you’re laying on is smooth and slick, and you’re driven up it as he fucks you. The only source of stability you have is him, and his grip on your hips is the only thing that anchors you against his thrusts.

He’s moving with all the power and consistency of a goddamn machine. The rhythm he sets is almost hypnotic, so precise that time starts slipping away from you briefly as you’re caught in the roil of it. You count the seconds in breaths punched out of your lungs, your hands scrabbling uselessly at the wet mossy stone beneath you.

Holy fuck, you think wildly to yourself. Excellent at foreplay, good stroke game, eats pussy.

The three qualities Jake had listed as being important in human mating. Tsu’tey may not have understood the phrase when Jake had first said it, but he is nothing if not thorough and determined. It seems as though he’s making it his goal to embody those qualities as he fucks you.

As he sinks home once more in a smooth, long stroke, you think this might actually be the death of you. You can’t help the litany of moans and garbled half-words that’s pouring out of you. Everything feels so good and so hot. The humidity from the bath, the heat from Tsu’tey’s damp velvety skin where he lets some of his weight lie against you, just enough to make you feel trapped and breathless.

You’re content to just take whatever Tsu’tey deigns to give you… and blessedly, he is a benevolent and considerate partner.

His rhythm still hasn’t faltered, and it’s tearing you down to your very foundations, floor by floor. It feels like a constant assault on every button of yours he could possibly press, all of your senses being assaulted at once. Your free hand forsakes the smooth floor to latch onto Tsu’tey’s wrist, and for the first time, his hips stutter every so slightly before he falls back into that unfailing cadence.

You feel that familiar coil in your stomach tightening, and that’s when you start pleading. You aren't even asking for anything in particular, just a dozen instances of please interspersed with encouragements and hissed praises.

You can hardly believe it’s possible, but you’re quickly rocketing toward another orgasm, and Tsu’tey’s consistent rhythm is swiftly unraveling you like a spool of yarn. Sweet, hot pressure is building between your legs, stealing your breath and blanking your mind.

You think you may be only seconds from madness when you reach up and clutch at Tsutey’s braids, gasping out a desperate, “Tsu’tey —please-!”

It’s unintentional, but when you grab his hair you also grab his queue. You don’t pull hard or anything, but it seems as though just tugging at it lightly is enough to garner a reaction.

You had known that the neural queue is the most sacred and sensitive parts of the Na’vi body, but you’re still not expecting the low moan that’s punched from his chest, nor the way the whites of his eyes flash as his eyes roll back in his head a little from what appears to be overwhelming pleasure. That perfect rhythm of his falters for a second, his hips stuttering, but then his big hands squeeze at your ass and he devotes himself even more furiously to fucking you like a machine.

“Careful, tawtute,” He growls, his fingers flexing around the soft swell of your ass. “You can play with my kuru another time.”

His voice contains an element of promise, as though he’s excited about the idea, and it makes you grin a little in turn. You don’t tug at the long braid in your hand again, but you don’t let go of it either – his reaction was too thrilling to abandon your hold on him entirely.

He uses his grip on your hips to pull you further into his lap, lifting your hips up so that he can grind his cock into you at a better angle. The next time he ruts into you has you squealing like a moron. The swollen head of his cock hits against the spongey part inside of you with every thrust, and the little nubs and ridges along his length rub deliciously inside you every time he pulls out.

He keeps grinding against that one spot inside you that makes you feel as though you’re about to shake apart into pieces, your toes curling so hard they nearly cramp up. It’s all so intense, and every time he ruts into you it forces the air from your lungs, but you try to speak anyway, pushing the words out even as they almost catch in your throat.

“Feels- feels good-!” You moan, one hand clutching at his shoulder as the other holds his queue. “I think I’m– oh fuck, I’m gonna come again, I’m gonna-”

“Yeah?” Tsu’tey pants, leaning forward to lay an eager kiss between your breasts. His hand wanders down from your belly to your pussy, and starts rubbing quick circles into your clit.

You don’t know how he’s managing to maintain his dexterity, his lithe fingers working your clit and driving you higher and higher as he rubs at you while maintaining those long, smooth strokes of his hips. His breathing is heavy, interspersed with soft little pleasured grunts, but he still manages to hold his strength in place, never moving hard enough to hurt.

The combination of his cock rubbing and grinding against the soft spongey part inside of you and the messy stimulation of your clit has your legs trembling and heat growing rapidly in your belly. It feels like you’re being strung tighter and tighter as your orgasm draws closer, and your breath begins coming in rapid pants. The pressure in your abdomen feels a little different than usual, and you take it as a sign that you’re about to come really hard.

“Tsu’tey,” You choke out, mouth dropping open as your chest heaves. “Oh, fuck-”

It feels like a star exploding inside you when it starts. Your cunt spasms around him, gripping him so tight he has no choice but to slow his hips down, your body squeezing like a vice around his cock. He gives you two more solid strokes to your sweet spot before stilling completely. He lifts your hips up into his lap once more as he settles himself in you, knocking his cockhead into your g-spot and keeping it there so that he can just grind.

With that you cry out, your eyes rolling back and jaw dropping open as sweet release unfurls from your belly and washes over you in a warm wave of pure white. Your pussy grows so hot, warm and wet as the pressure in your cunt builds and crests and culminates in a veritable spray of release from you.

You feel so overwhelmed, your back arching up in a smooth curve as you practically wail, unable to constrain yourself. You don’t think you’ve ever come so hard in your life, not with your fingers nor your vibrators nor that stupid removable showerhead installed back at the human outpost, and you’re startled by the sheer flood of liquid arousal that gushes out of you around Tsu’tey’s cock.

You’ve heard of squirting before, of course, but you had always thought it was just some unrealistic thing in porn. But the way Tsu’tey’s cock is bullying its way inside of you, grinding away at that spongey spot that makes your knees shake makes it feel as though not squirting would be the bigger challenge. You writhe beneath him, clutching him tight as you shake apart on his cock. It feels like your orgasm goes on forever, your whole body shuddering around him as everything goes white and hazy.

By the time you finally start to come down from your high, you feel as though your brain has been goddamn liquefied. It feels as though you’re hearing in colour, your skin sweat-slick and hot as your muscles tremble from the sheer onslaught of sensation.

Tsu’tey is still working his hips inside of you, prolonging the lingering waves of pleasure that keep jolting down your spine. You can’t believe he’s still going, moving like a fucking machine, his thrusts still calculated and steady to break you down.

“Amazing, yuey,” He whispers to you, his voice rough and gritty. “So beautiful like this.”

The compliment is unexpected, and you wheeze a surprised breath when he lets go of your hips and leans forward so that his entire large body is caging you in against the rock beneath you. His chest presses against your own, squishing your breasts, his hands coming to plant beside your head to support his weight.

“Oh, god,” You arch away from him a little, beginning to grow overwhelmed and oversensitive from the way his cock is lighting up every damn nerve in your pussy, the way he presses you so firmly into the mossy rock. “Holy fuck, Tsu’tey, fuck-”

He buries his face into your neck, and you can feel him grin against your throat. He’s so fucking proud of himself, self-satisfaction is practically radiating off him in waves.

You remember the way he had reacted before when you had pulled on his kuru, and your fingers tighten just a little around the smooth hair protecting it. Even that minor bit of pressure has him groaning softly into your shoulder, sharp teeth scraping against your bare skin.

You adjust your grip on the glossy braid, holding it close to the skull before tugging gently. His reaction startles you – he roars, the sound reverberating through you and shaking you to your bones. His eyes roll back once more, his mouth dropping open in a look of genuine surprise as pleasure seems to blindside him.

You feel heat filling you, and realise that his cum must be spilling out of you and mixing with the slickness of your own release between your legs. His fists clench hard in the moss by your head, his loud snarl tapering off into a low moan as he keeps humping his hips into you, pace sloppy and uneven.

He’s murmuring away to you as he shivers against you, his voice low and rough as he sighs in unmistakeable delight. It’s all in Na’vi, and while your grip on his language is decent, your brain is far too fried to be translating anything right now.

“What?” You mumble tiredly, your arms looping lazily around his neck as he begins to drop his weight onto you.

His hips finally begin to roll to a stop as he grows too sensitive to continue, though he keeps his face pressed carefully into your shoulder.

“Such a sweet thing,” He murmurs to you, one hand coming to rest on your hip and squeezing you there softly. “Better than I could have imagined. Are you okay, tìyawn?”

“Mmm.” Is all you can manage, head still spinning as you struggle to regain your wits.

Even with your thoughts all slow and soupy and stupid, you can feel the way Tsu’tey tenses all of a sudden over you. You blink, confused by his sudden change in demeanor, and look up at him to find that he has raised his head to look over at the entrance to the hot springs.

“What?” You mumble, bringing your hands from his neck to stroke down over his shoulders. The muscles shift under your fingertips, hard and defined beneath the smooth velvet of his skin. The feeling of it distracts you, and you feel your cunt flutter around his spent cock despite your exhaustion.

He grunts softly at the feeling of you trembling around him, but his attention is still focused on the cave entrance. You had forgotten, so caught up in lust and the insane novelty of Tsu’tey wanting you, that the hot springs were a public amenity that was used often among the Omaticaya.

So it shouldn’t be much of a surprise when a young man steps around the corner, already undoing the tie to his loincloth. If anything, you think you should probably be surprised that someone hadn’t walked in on you earlier.

Tsu’tey bares his teeth in a snarl, a deep growl erupting out of his chest at the sight of this newcomer. He doesn’t look familiar to you, but judging by his lack of hair ornaments and bare waist, he appears to be a young warrior in training.

“Out.” Tsu’tey snarls, his expression nothing short of dangerous.

The young Na’vi takes one look at the two of you, eyes wide and shocked, before turning on his heel and swiftly disappearing back the way he had come.

An exhausted, mildly hysterical giggle escapes you. You think you should probably be embarrassed, but you’ve just been fucked six ways to Sunday and you can’t drum up the energy to care.

One thing has surprised you, however; you had expected Tsu’tey to be ashamed on some level. Not necessarily of being caught in a compromising position like this, but of being caught in this position with a Sky Person. He’s a prideful man and an important figure within the clan, and you know he guards his reputation carefully. But he doesn't seem embarrassed at all; just annoyed and oddly protective, considering he's lowered his body over yours to cover you from prying eyes.

“Fuck,” You sigh, digging your fingers into his chest in an attempt to catch his attention. “Is that… is that bad? That he saw?”

You’re unsure if this was meant to be kept a secret or not, but Tsu’tey just makes a face at you as though you’ve asked him a very stupid question.

“No. The village will know soon anyway.”

That is an oddly ominous statement that your fucked-out mind can’t quite make sense of, so you elect to just ignore it.

You’re distracted anyway by the way Tsu’tey shifts above you, his cock still overwhelmingly big even as it begins to soften inside of you. You think you’d like to keep it inside you forever, filling you up and igniting that sweet ache between your thighs, but Tsu’tey has other ideas.

His hands pet soothingly down your flank as he pulls out, his chest vibrating with a calming purr when you hiss in discomfort as his cock finally leaves you. There’s a sting between your legs as a dribble of cum begins to leak out of you now that he’s no longer plugging you up, and your face scrunches up into a little grimace of discontent.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this empty in your whole life, and you find yourself clenching down on nothing as you shiver.

“Did I hurt you, oeyä vrrtep?” He wonders, his hands tracing soft and gentle patterns over your skin.

His concern warms you, and you smile tiredly at him. “Only the good kind.”

That doesn’t seem to appease him at all. A frown creases the skin of his brow, and he pulls back so that his chest is no longer pressed tight against yours. You let out a small noise of protest, but it seems that he’s too busy checking you over to hear it.

“I did not intend to hurt you at all.”

“You’re big, Tsu’tey,” You point out, pushing his hands away when he attempts to pull back and peer between your legs. “Of course it hurt a little. But I liked it. Fuck, couldn’t you tell? I squirted all over you.”

That finally seems to placate him, if only because it soothes his male pride. His expression softens, his mouth tugging into a soft, smug smile, and he leans forward to gather you into his arms.

You squeal a little as he lifts you, exhausted muscles aching as you scramble to wrap your arms around his neck. He’s so strong, and you feel your cheeks grow warm as he lifts you so effortlessly.

“Squirt.” He repeats with relish, clearly enjoying the new word he’s just learned. “Is that what you call it?”

You just snort and push your face into his chest in an attempt to hide your expression. “Don’t ever tell Jake about this.”

You can feel the gentle rumble of his laugh deep in his chest, and you close your eyes and hide a smile of your own. He has such a lovely laugh; you don’t hear it nearly often enough.

Tsu’tey takes great pains not to jostle you as he clambers back into the pool of water with you, holding you close to his chest as the hot water envelops the two of you. It’s soothing against your aching muscles, and you hum a satisfied little sigh against Tsu’tey’s chest as he strokes his big palm down the length of your spine.

“Why not?” He wonders, though you can hear the playful smirk in his voice anyway. “I must thank him, anyway.”

“What for?”

“He has been giving me advice on human courting.”

Your brain, already slow after the many excellent orgasms he has given you, takes a very long time to process that statement. Even after the words manage to sink in, you wonder if you had heard him properly.

You straighten up in his arms, pulling your masked face away from his chest so that you can stare at him. He stares right back at you, his expression calm and earnest as though he hasn’t just completely upended all of your expectations.

“Courting.” You repeat, all of his actions beginning to rewrite themselves in your head. The careful bathing, the washing of your hair, the insistence on being a good lover by human standards. The fucking pet names that you barely understood.

Holy fuck.

“Yes.” Tsu’tey says simply. He doesn’t seem to notice the way you’re gaping at him in starry-eyed bewilderment. “I thought a human mating display would be the best place to start.”

You’re still staring at him, though your confusion is beginning to grow. “Human mating display?”

Tsu’tey just nods, using a palmful of hot water to carefully wash between your legs. When you hiss a little and try to pull away, he lets out a soft little rumble of apology.

“Jakesully tells me that displays of sexual prowess are important in human courting.” Tsu’tey murmurs, and his chest puffs out a little. “I have proved myself, have I not?”

“Oh my god.” You breathe, squeezing your eyes shut.

That dick. Trust Jake to bend the truth in an attempt to solve your sexual frustration. You knew that he knew that you fancied Tsu’tey (he’s been forced to listen to you wax lyrical about his abs many times), but you certainly didn’t expect him to take things into his own hands like this. From showing you the hot springs to orchestrating that conversation about good lovers to telling Tsu’tey that fucking you good is a human courting custom, to the fucking lube, Jake has been planning this whole damn thing.

You don’t know whether you want to kill Jake or to send him flowers.

One of Tsu’tey’s big hands curls around your back as he holds you close, dipping down into the soothing hot water with you balanced in his lap. He’s gotten so affectionate, his flat nose nuzzling against your temple as he reaches for a yursyulang to rub over your bare back.

“I have pleased you?” He asks, lips brushing over your jaw. “More than the other tawtute?”

“Yes,” You sigh, unable to help it. “Yes, fuck. It was so good.”

The noise he makes is pure satisfaction, his arms looping tight around your waist as he holds you up in the water.

“You accept, then?” He asks, his big honey-coloured eyes gazing at you expectantly. “My advances?”

You had thought your reactions were obvious, but still you grin. “Are you being serious?”

“I am always serious.” He says simply, as though he can’t understand the meaning of your question.

“I thought you didn’t like Sky People.” You say, an edge of insecurity creeping into your voice. “I thought you hated us.”

“I do hate Sky People.” He grumbles, his face falling into a little scowl even as one of his large palms coast down the length of your spine. “But I do not hate you.”

It feels a little like a dream, but you can’t help the shy grin that’s growing across your face. His eyes are sharp and intense, and he watches every shift of your expression like a hawk as though he’s trying to read your thoughts right off your face.

“I will be courting you in the tradition of my People, also,” He adds, as though he’s worried you need convincing. The idea is laughable. “I have a bracelet that I have woven for you, but I wished to prove myself in the tradition of your people first.”

Oh fuck, that’s so sweet. How can such a big and terrifying man be so generous and tender?

“Jakesully has approved already,” Tsu’tey continues, his tone turning cautious. “But I need to hear your answer.”

Fucking hell, he’s already asked Jake for permission? For a moment you feel a little indignant, before you remember that your friend is Olo’eyktan now, and that Tsu’tey is probably obliged to ask his clan leader if he can pursue someone outside of his own clan, nevermind someone not even his own species.

“You really mean this.” You breathe, your grin turning a little disbelieving. “Fucking hell. Yes. Obviously the answer is yes.”

Tsu’tey’s expression is carefully controlled, but he can’t seem to stop his mouth from settling into a smug grin and his eyes from brightening in clear delight.

“Good. This is good, tawtute.” He murmurs, reaching up to brush some of your damp hair away from your face. “I will prove to you my ability as a potential mate, yawntutsyìp. Both in my tradition and yours.”

You return his grin, biting at your lip as he returns his attention to washing you with the same careful reverence from earlier. Is it really possible that you’ve hit the jackpot like this? That all the time you’ve been looking at Tsu’tey, he’s been looking back?

Flowers, you think hazily as you shut your eyes and lean into his chest. I’m definitely sending Jake flowers.

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