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lilyflowerhere · 1 year
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Teachers, am I right?
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lpa6zn · 1 year
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mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. momnmy?🥴
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Come with me on this journey okay:
-Stay-at-home-wheelchair-Dad Jake Sully babysits literally all children. His own, whatever fosters Norm has at the time, Tonowari’s, and Tsu’sey and Sylwanin’s. He is the babysitting and parenting God. 
-When they’re really rowdy he puts them all on leashes and has them pull him around the street yelling “MUSH, MUSH!”
-Eytukan is retired, so he helps Mo’at run her free clinic. Jake spends like all his free time there, “helping out” with his hoard of children. It’s really just a nice open area for the kids to play in, big fields and equipment in clear view while Jake helps with physical therapy.
-The clinic is where he and Neytiri met, he didn’t have the money for treatment on vet benefits after he was paralyzed in the marines so he ended up at the free clinic. Neytiri volunteers for her mother on the weekends, and she bullied him into enjoying life again. 
-Sylwanin and Jake are pretend frenemies, she pretends to hate him because he stole her little sister AND managed to get married and have kids before her and Tsu’tey who have been dating for like, their entire lives. Jake says it’s because they have yet to be blown up, and he can help her with that. 
-Every time Jake wheels his way in with all the kids Sylwanin goes “Oh, it’s you,” and Jake says “Yeah yeah, just your brother in law, not like I should get any respect around here,” and then he hands her her exact Starbucks order and offers to have Lo’ak throw up on her most hated patient. 
-(when he was little Lo’ak could throw up on command)
-Sylwanin loves all her nieces and nephews equally but she especially enjoys Spider, because before he was adopted he was in the clinic fairly often for suspicious injuries. She hasn’t shaken the urge to watch him like a hawk yet. 
-Eytukan and Jake are Boys in a way that disgusts all the women in their family. They go golfing together, and Eytukan accuses Jake of cheating via proximity to the ground.
-Lo’ak was DETERMINED to golf with them for years and when they actually let him come he cried he got so bored.
-Neteyam would never admit this under pain of death, but he enjoys golfing. 
-Spider, Neteyam, Ao’nung, and Lo’ak are all deeply obsessed with American Ninja Warrior, so Tonowari, Jake, and Tsu’tey built a course for them. They then started to get a little into it and it got serious. To this day out of everyone they know Jake is the only one to have completed the salmon ladder, and then he hauled himself off the mat and back into his chair and Tonowari and Tsu’tey had to reconsider their sexualities. 
-When Kiri, Lo’ak, Neteyam, Spider, and Ao’nung were all babies Jake went to the store with them all strapped to him or in a basket on his wheelchair and someone called the cops cause they thought he stole all those varying ethnicity babies. 
-Jake calls it The Great Baby Heist of 2077 and Tsu’tey always responds to this story by asking what idiot would want that many babies?
-Sometimes Sylwanin gets too friendly with Jake and quickly pretends to get mad at him. 
-Tonowari and Tsu’tey became friends by both being confused as hell by their friend Jake. When they met him he was all depressed and rotting away alone in the free clinic. Now he’s so high energy he raced Lo’ak once and threw himself out of his chair to get extra momentum to beat Lo’ak over the arbitrary finish line. He had a pool installed for Kiri to just float in and stare at the sky. He bakes cookies with Tsireya balanced on his chair between his legs so he can help her crack the eggs. He beat Tsu’tey in a wrestling match in the gym the other day. His enthusiasm for life scares them, they spend a lot of time side eyeing each other behind him. 
-Sylwanin (secretly) likes Jake because he’s a good father and husband to her kids, and he’s funny and a good person, but she likes him even more for the energy he brings out in her husband. Tsu’tey is NOT GOOD at making friends, he’s awkward and he’s a weirdo. But now he plays tennis twice a week with Jake, Norm, and Tonowari and spends like every evening she has to work at the Sully house for dinner. 
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enamoredwithbella · 2 months
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The mother, the daughter, and the saving Grace
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(I’m onto something here walk with me)
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lnsfawwi · 3 months
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Heroism in TFATWS
Let's establish one thing which is that the show operates in a superhero trope, which means there are good guys and bad guys, and the good guys always win. This is not to say that characters are morally clean-cut between good/bad. The Flag Smashers acted out of good intentions; Walker did want to do good things when he took over the mantle. But that doesn't mean they aren't the bad guys in the story, because a person is not only judged by their intentions but also the means and the ends of those intentions.
Sam and Bucky are the heroes in the story, they beat the bad guys (the Flag Smashers) and saved the world. That's how the story ends. That's how all the superhero stories end.
But the show isn't quite that simple, not in the sense that it deals with moral greys, no. Rather, the show really fucks up the boundaries between good/bad, right/wrong, and by extension, the heroism of the show.
Let's say Karli has some vague cosmopolitan worldview, and let's say that's better than the state system so Sam is justified to sympathize with her cause, and sam is rightfully asking the governments to be better. What's the actual, feasible way to achieve Karli's vision? Nice speeches notwithstanding, Sam isn't offering a solution. States aren't going to abandon the system that made them a state just because some hero dressed in an American flag descends from the sky and tells them to. Forced displacement and/or re-settlement happen because the population distribution is screwed, especially in Western Europe where Karli is from. Those states simply do not have the capacity, spatially and financially, to accommodate all the people while the others would be faced with devastating labour shortages. Statecraft is not just about morals, some IR scholars would even argue it's never about morals, you have to do the rationalist calculation. (also sam's speech to the politicians is so.........wrong. it sounds like a 16-year-old wanna-be socialist who spends too much time on leftist tiktok)
Here's the thing, you can agree with the political ideology or not, because it's not about whether it's right or wrong. It's about Sam being a hero who comes from a heavy political background, who represents a set of values that is meant to transcend a single country, advocating that ideology whilst being completely naive about it.
Steve embodies a similar idealism that makes him a hero, but not a leader. He's a leader because he can lead, he assesses the situation, sets a goal, and gives out tasks to achieve that goal. In the show, Sam is not demonstrating effective leadership, although not entirely his fault.
When you have the 'hero' indiscriminatorily endorsing the villain's philosophy, it doesn't mean the hero is empathetic, it means the hero is fucking bullshit. What makes a hero isn't merely stopping bad guys, it's also offering a better alternative even when the villain kinda makes sense. Superheroes are supposed to offer moral lessons through their heroism, which often takes place as they defeat evil. Without that, they're just dudes stopping fights, not heroes fighting for causes. The only moral lesson Sam offers is 'hey maybe radicalization is bad', which is completely ignored by both Karli and Zemo.
Sam's sympathy towards Karli is even more absurd. Even if he agrees with her cause, she's an unrepentant killer. 'Don't call them terrorists.' really, Sam? What would you call them? Just bc the Soviets fought the N@zis doesn't mean they were the good guys.
Furthermore, we see the contrast between her and the other flag smashers. They were invisible victims while her body was gently carried by Sam as phones and cameras were recording. In a show where they tried to make sense of racism, the stark contrast between Karli and the rest of the group happens to be mostly PoC is kinda hilarious.
The problem isn't Sam. It's the terrible horrible writing. You can't take a Watsonian take when it's so obviously a Doylist problem. The show claims to be a lot of things it got wrong is just pathetic.
What about Bucky? His arc is pretty detached from the main storyline and he basically did nothing significant in the show so I don't even know what they want to convey about his heroism. He was literally just running around punching people (not even very good at it too) while being blamed for things he wasn't responsible for. He only told Karli that killing was bad. What a novel lesson. Again, there is nothing from the good guy.
Who is the hero then?
Zemo is the true anti-hero of the show. Throughout the show, Sam and Bucky - the good guys - oppose killing in general, but their method is proven ineffectual and in the end, all Flag Smashers are killed with a majority of them killed after they were lawfully arrested. The Flag Smashers were terrorists, they were the villains, therefore narratively, this makes Zemo's end goal - killing all supersoldiers, in this case, the Flag Smashers - right. His ideology - the desire to become superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideas; supersoldiers cannot be allowed to exist - is positively reflected in the story. His success inevitably justifies his ideology, which stands in contrast to both Sam and Karli. I'm not saying what he did was heroic, but from a storytelling perspective, Zemo is the 'hero' who ultimately eliminated the evil in this superhero trope.
The result is that Sam, the supposed hero of the show, has done nothing. He didn't stop the bad guys, he didn't offer an effective alternative to Karli (or Zemo) practically and ideologically, while Zemo did all that. What does it say about heroism and the idealism that comes with it? That it's nice to talk about but useless when a real battle takes place? That end does justify means? Because that's not what Cap trilogy conveys.
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I love the tsu'tey lives au and the Spellman siblings! 💙🩵
I can't help but wonder how'd Tsu'tey react to them and their situation, especially if he didn't realize/notice the whole thing (the siblings adopting/raising Spider & living at Hell's Gate) till later on when the twin where like 13/14.
((I know he'd probably notice earlier bit we can pretend that he was busy with adjusting to life with his injuries/helping Jake be olo'eyktan))
he knew of the infamous 'spellman siblings' around the village, a group of 3 - previously four - children who were incredibly intelligent, prone to violence, and extremely protective of spider. he also knew they were raised by norm spellman, the 'nerd' as jake called him.
spider talked of them frequently, he was practically obsessed with the kids, many would argue they were family. tsu'tey, as much as he loved the kid, was happy to have another set of hands helping him out when he was stretched thin. he had a lot on his plate, jake needing guidance as the new olo'ekytan, his own disabilities to learn to work around, a rambunctious toddler/child (why did they grow so fast? he looked away for five seconds and the little five year old clinging to his leg was suddenly almost 10 and very much not a toddler anymore. it broke his heart a little more then he'd like to admit). he had met the kids a few times, though they seemed weary of the village people, himself included; he knew some had harsh feelings on them taking spider in, he faced it himself, and had attempted to squash it with little success. but even when he tried reaching out to the little ones, they shied away from him as well; knowing they lost so much so young, has been raised by an avatar in a lab, and had formed a bit of a secluded bond to spider, made him assume that they were just shy kids who clung to familiar family.
he had just assumed that spider was in their care while out in the world, and went home with them to his adoptive family, or at very least the 'nerd.' he was wrong. sure he saw the signs of neglect in the little human, it was easy when he was the odd one out, when the reason for his neglect was obvious (even if it was wrong, tsu'tey knew, and had excepted why it happened). it was a lot harder to spot it in kids that already had their own issues before the neglect began; the loss of their elder sister, amongst many other children they were close with, shot in front of them. the death of their parents, their people, their home. it spelled trouble for their young minds, so tsu'tey stupidly assumed that had been the reason the whole time, not the fact they were being raised by people on screens and raising an orphan on their own.
he realized it slowly, over the span of a few months, something was off, more off than he could stomach. it was little things; the older two were defensive against any adults, including the man that should be their father, being near spider. this extended to him, and it took spider begging and promising that tsu'tey was ok, "he's not like them" he said. then he realized how they never spoke of parents, not their own, not norm, not the scientists, or the adoptive family of spiders. they didn't have parents, they had each other, and that was it. then as they began spending more and more time at Hellsgate, their stuff, their voices, there presence began to dwindle from the village, until one day they were gone. as spider trained under tsu'tey the kids became more and more used to his presence, and clung to him more and more each day. something was wrong, so wrong, and he couldn't put his finger on it.
then he talked to norm, who claimed they had 'aged out' of his care, said they stopped seeing him as a dad, so he let them go on with their own lives. he assumed they were fine, and not wanting to overstep as the 'second' parent.
he talked to the siblings, hoping, praying, that somehow, someway, what they were going to say would fix this, make this normal. it didn't. when they took on spider, and norm didn't take him in as his own, didn't try, even when he knows the poor thing needed it. when norm rejected spider, the twins rejected him, and set out to be parents to their two younger siblings.
after that, he slowly built a relationship with the kids, inviting them to stay with him and spider (he stayed with him once a week), sleeping their hammock, eat meals with them, join them for lessons. eventually he works them back into the village, not completely, norm may not be there home, but the lab was, and spider couldn't stay out in the village every night, it was too dangerous. but he did make them feel like they had a place, a home, someone to love them and take care of them and their fragile baby brother.
he has a bone to pick with the people of hellsgate by the end of his little discovery and attempts to mend the damage of said discovery, but, at the end of the day he had 4 kids instead of one, a little family to call his own, and he got introduced to digital media, which movie nights are a win in his mind. cause listen, he is disabled, stressed out with jake and all the other adults being stupid, and 4, wildly smart and energetic kids. having a time where he can lay out and relax in a pillow fort, with his kids in his arms, watching some shitty (amazing, cause the siblings have amazing taste) human movies, that sounds pretty nice to him.
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ladygi · 1 year
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Happy Halloween folks!
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inlovewithfairies · 1 year
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New poly x reader hurt comfort story is up
AILF polycule - in lack of a better title, i accept ideas to change it -
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tahnisreu · 3 months
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kaiiverse · 6 months
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I absolutely lovvveee Sabrina’s house like it’s so cozy and spooky and old fashioned!!!!
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vivid-ink · 6 months
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Kinktober #1 - Handjob "Mission Accomplished"
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fem!HumanReader x Neteyam or Lo'ak (you pick! 😉)
Summary: You've been asked to fill in for Norm on one of his Na'vi patient observations, except this isn't any old observation appointment... You need to collect a semen sample and the appointment doesn't go at all to professional plan...
Warnings: 🔞 Sexual content 18+, MDNI 🔞 Word count: 4.6k
Author's Note: Happy Kinktober everyone! 😁 I'm late with this prompt as it was completely unplanned. I got inspired late last night after posting Part 4 of 'The Love Shack' and this is what my brain spat out! As usual, my inability to write short drabbles means that what was meant to be a short, sweet kink-scene turned out to be 4.6k. I've not used any names in this piece, so you're free to imagine either Neteyam or Lo'ak as the male lead in this. Enjoy the spice ya'll!
Tagging some mooties who may be interested (no pressure though): @pandoraslxna @blue-slxt @adrianarose7 @vintaqestar @eyweveng @qcswrites @daeneeryss @oasiswithmyg @delacruzyari @teymars @neteluvr @sulieykte @teyamsatan
And OMG (I feel absolutely rotten for overlooking this until now) - Thank you to the incredible @cinetrix for her render of Neteyam which I've used in the story cover.
You swallowed tightly as Dr Blaise briefed you around the purpose of today’s observation and what was required of you. Your heart was galloping in your chest and you could feel yourself breaking out into a nervous sweat. It amazed you how unconcerned and unaffected she was about the whole thing.
“It’s a simple observation. We’re looking for any key physical differences in appearance, as well as any differences in physiological function.” Dr Blaise stated casually, “No swabs or bloods needed today. Just some notes, photos, and a semen sample. There are sample collection jars in the consultation bay already.”
A semen sample… Good Lord, she said that with all the nonchalance of someone asking for a saliva sample. Though you figured that’s what medical professionalism was all about, right? No awkwardness, no emotion, just plain science and fact.
When Dr Norm Spellman had said that he was writing a book about Pandoran Biology and Na’vi Physiology, you’d jumped at the opportunity to be involved. After all, Pandora was your home. It was the only home you’d ever known. As one of the only two human babies to be born on Pandora, you and Spider were the only generation of humans who’d never known the dying mother planet Earth.
Unlike Spider though who had taken to life on Pandora like a duckling to water, scaling trees, swinging from branches and pretty much adopting himself into the Omatikaya clan, you weren’t anywhere near as outgoing. You’d stuck to the medical labs and the avatar camp for majority of your life, rarely venturing out into the wilderness except to accompany the other scientists on their excursions. Perhaps the only similarity you shared with Spider was that you too were an orphan of war. Your parents had been on the frontlines of the battle between Toruk Makto and the RDA, and they’d met their maker on that fateful day.
You were just an intern currently, but the older staff and scientists were more than willing to teach you. Doing lab observations, drawing blood and other lab technician work was your job, so this morning’s appointment shouldn’t have been any different. And yet it was.
You’d never had to collect a semen sample before.
“Patient is a young unmated male, 23 years of age. Fit. Occupation is hunter-warrior. No pre-existing medical conditions and no recent injuries.” Dr Blaise rationally, handing you the clipboard and pen, “The patient has also been briefed about this appointment, so he knows what to expect and he’s aware he needs to produce a sample.”
“Right, understood.” You mumbled and the words were slightly hoarse. You cleared your throat, dislodging the sticky lump of uneasiness there.
Sensing your discomfort, Dr Blaise placed a heartening hand on your shoulder. Her eyes were kind and the crows’ feet at their corners crinkled as she smiled, “Look, the patient is friendly with the team, one of Jake Sully’s sons actually. So you needn’t worry about any hostility. You’ve done numerous observations and collected all sorts of samples. This is no different. It’s only awkward if you’re awkward. Besides, I’m sure you can understand why Dr Spellman didn’t want to conduct this particular observation himself, what with them being family friends and all.”
A giggle and snort left you at the humorous thought and you found you had to agree. Dr Blaise chuckled alongside you. It would definitely be ten times more awkward if the patient and medical professional were familiar with each other during this observation.
The fleeting moment of hilarity eased the nervous roil in your belly. Tucking your pen into the breast pocket of your lab coat, you took a deep breath and nodded, “Ok, I’ve got this. Thanks Dr Blaise.”
With two thumbs up and a wink, Dr Blaise turned and left you to depart down the corridor, her black pump heels clicking neatly across the hard floor.
Turning to the wall, you grabbed an exopack kit and hooked it to the leather belt around your hips. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you positioned the mask over your face and returned to the doorway that led into the consultation bay. The doorway was tall, much taller than you were used to. All the consultation bays were built big enough with high enough ceilings to accommodate the Na’vi and the avatars. While the main ventilation in the compound was suited to human lungs, the consultation bays were fitted with ventilation to suit their Pandoran patients. Scanning your ID card on the panel of blinking lights on your right, the door slid open with a hiss and you stepped into the bay.
The first thing that always hit you when you entered any of the consultation bays was the sterile scent of it. After a couple of years working here you’d think you’d have got used to it, but every single time the smell was like a synthetic slap to your senses. You wrinkled your nose in distaste. Everything smelled so chemical; too clean and too artificial. It was no wonder the Na’vi didn’t like being in here. If the smell was strong to your human nose, you could only imagine how much more potent it was to their heightened senses.
The second thing to hit you this morning was the sight of the magnificent creature that was standing in the corner of the bay, peering at the various medical models, instruments and books in the wall-mounted glass cabinet. He’d been facing away from you at first, but the sound of your footsteps had caught his attention and he turned to face you then.
A genial smile stretched across his face and he greeted you in a voice that was deep and warm, “Good morning, doctor.”
His use of English surprised you and while his words were accented, his pronunciation was clear. Go figure that Jake Sully would’ve taught his children to speak his mother tongue.
You gave a clumsy laugh and you were quick to correct your patient, “Oh, I’m not a doctor. I’m just an intern. I’m just filling in for Dr Spellman for this observation.”
Your patient grinned toothily at you and gave a nod of his head in acknowledgement, although his tone was teasing when he replied, “Alright Dr ‘Just-An-Intern’, where would you like me?”
You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up from your throat at his playful demeanour. You smiled at him. He was charming this one, handsome too. Like all Na’vi, he towered well above you in height at approximately nine and a half feet. Though you noted that he was very well-built. Courtesy of being a warrior, you supposed. Yes, he was muscular in all the places you appreciated in a male… You silently reprimanded yourself for your unprofessional thoughts.
“Just take a seat on that gurney for me.” You replied, gesturing towards the make-shift bed against the wall. Retrieving your pen, you began to scan through the notes at the top of the form on the clipboard, double-checking the patient’s details and ensuring everything on it was as it should be.
“Ah, do you want me to take my tewng (loincloth) off?”
Suddenly remembering the aim of the observation again, you felt hot blood rush to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment, “Umm, yes please.” And in a bid to stop your embarrassment running away with your courage, you launched into a rambling outline of the appointment agenda, “Today’s appointment is an observation around Na’vi male genitalia and sexual function. I’m going to need to make some notes and take some photographs of you, both in a r-relaxed and a-aroused state, and I’m going to need to collect a s-semen sample. If you feel uncomfortable at any point…”
He watched you attentively as you babbled onward, the smooth skin of your face and neck taking on a ruddy and flushed hue. He smiled to himself. You were shy and today’s agenda clearly made you uneasy. He felt a twinge of empathy for you. His father had told him that humans were private about matters of the body, especially where it came to sex and pleasure. The Na’vi held no such restraints; sexual freedom was celebrated.
He’d already removed his tewng and had perched himself on the gurney as instructed, unbothered and uncaring of his own nakedness. He was quietly enjoying your discomfort, but not in a rude or condescending manner. He actually found your unease rather endearing.
“Any questions?” Your prattling came to a finish and you took a deep inhale as if you’d squeezed every last ounce of oxygen out of your lungs rushing to finish your speech without taking another breath.
He graced you with another charming smile, “No. You may proceed.”
Willing yourself to get a grip, you walked on slightly shaky legs to the desk in the corner and plucked the glass tablet from its stand and returned to place it on the end of the gurney. You kept your eyes lowered to your clipboard, filling in the date and the time. You could see the striped cobalt of his muscular legs in your peripheral vision where he sat with his shins dangling off the gurney. For the meantime, you dared not glance any higher than his thighs…
Your eyes moved to a set of highlighted bullet points in the middle of the page that indicated questions the patient had to be asked.
You read the first question aloud, its meaning registering simultaneously in your brain as the words left your lips, “When was the last time you ejaculated?”
You fought the mortification that threatened to consume you and your mind struck up a chant of ‘stay professional, stay professional’ in your head.
“Yesterday morning.” His answer was composed.
“And was that with a partner or was it self-stimulated?” Fuck, maybe you should’ve read the questions before coming in for the observation…
“It was self-stimulated.”
“And do you have a preference for male partners, female partners, or both?”
“Female. Definitely female.”
His voice was a smooth, velvety rumble. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something in his tone stroked over you like an invisible caress that made something clench in your lower belly. You scribbled his answers on the page in a messy scrawl that had more to do with your nerves than your actual style of handwriting.
He continued to observe you as you worked. Your knuckles were pale where your left hand gripped hold of the clipboard and you were so focused, almost concentrating too hard on what you were writing. Nose twitching quietly, he parted his lips and scented the air around. The artificial smell of the bay was unpleasant, but a sweeter and much more appealing smell was filling the vicinity now. Your scent.
The blush on your skin remained and he was sure that if he reached out to touch you that your skin would be hot to the touch where your blood had rushed to the surface. He could smell hints of your perspiration and he could also detect a musky and moist feminine undertone. You were attracted to him… His masculine pride delighted in the realisation. Despite your human form, he found you attractive too.
Finishing up your notes, you settled the clipboard down on the gurney and mentally prepared yourself for the ‘looking’ part of the observation.
Eyes still glued to the brown leather of the gurney’s mattress, you declared your next action, “Alright, just stay relaxed for me with your thighs slightly parted. I’m going to begin the physical part of the observation now.”
“Sure.”
Your gaze travelled from the beautiful stripes on his outer thighs inward to the slightly paler blue of his inner thighs and finally, up to his groin. Suddenly, you didn’t understand why you were so nervous about this. He looked fairly… normal? Apart from the general larger size of everything and the blue hue of his skin, everything was as expected. Feeling a little braver now, you grabbed the glass tablet and took a couple of photos and then set it down to return to your clipboard.
“Is everything the same?” He asked out of the blue, “Same as with human males, I mean.”
You looked to his face instinctively and found his amber eyes trained on you, “Ah yes, more or less. Penis, foreskin, testes; everything expected is there and I haven’t noted any real differences in physiology apart from the lack of hair, but that’s consistent with the lack of body hair all Na’vi have apart from on your heads and tail tufts.”
Following the words down the clipboard sheet you came to a section that was titled ‘Texture and Sensitivity’. You paused. How the fuck were you supposed to assess those? The section didn’t have any required questions or sample questions to help you, and no suggestions either, just a space for you to jot down your notes. You looked from your patient’s body and then to his face, and when he gave you a small smile, your gaze shot back down to your clipboard sheet in embarrassment. Texture and sensitivity were tactile aspects. You didn’t really understand how you could assess them without touching the patient.
Evidently you were taking too long in your deliberation, because your patient’s voice sounded again with a gentle query, “Is everything alright?”
“Yes, sorry. I’m just trying to work out how to assess the next bit.” You apologised sheepishly. You weren’t doing a very good job of appearing collected, you realised.
“What’s the next part?”
“Texture and sensitivity. So, what it feels like and which parts respond the most to touch.” You stated in as even a voice as possible. You huffed out a laugh then and shrugged, “It’s a tricky one because they’re tactile observations and I don’t know how to assess them when you can’t touch the patient.”
“Why can’t you touch the patient?” His response was clearly a surprise to you and he couldn’t suppress his grin as you goggled at him in shock, “You can touch me if it will enable you to do your job.”
You were almost about to say that you couldn’t possibly do that, but you stopped yourself. You were a med-science professional. The patient was consenting and your research required you to perform a physical examination. In a professional capacity, there was no reason you couldn’t touch the patient to achieve the intended outcome of the examination.
You remembered Dr Blaise’s words: It’s only awkward if you make it awkward. Fuck, you needed to swallow a bucket of concrete and toughen up. The sooner you completed this observation, the sooner you would be out of this uncomfortable situation.
Nodding resolutely, you agreed, “Alright, but you will guide me with your own hands. That way I can be assured that you’re only leading me where you’re comfortable to be examined.”
Your patient dipped his head in agreement, the tuft of his tail curling and uncurling charmingly on the gurney next to him. You set your clipboard down and moved to position yourself before him, standing between his knees. You lifted your eyes to his and they locked with his gentle gaze. Tentatively you offered him your hand and he took it, his large palm and long fingers engulfing it easily.
“So first up, texture?” He reminded, and you nodded.
Slowly, he brought your hand to his crotch and settled your hand over the shaft of his cock. It was very warm beneath your palm. Gently, your fingers tested the slightly springy flesh, noting how smooth and silken his skin was. At this closer proximity, you noticed that there was also spattering of bioluminescent freckles on the shaft. You made a mental note of that.
You touched the base of his cock, gingerly feeling around the length of it and you asked, “What’s the sensitivity like here?”
“I can feel it, but it’s not intense or anything. It’s more sensitive up here.” He guided your fingers nearer to the tip and you stifled a small gasp when he assisted you in pushing his foreskin back to reveal the smooth, dark purple head of his cock.
You’d never interacted with a naked man this close, human or Na’vi, and you certainly had never touched one in such an intimate place. Your body was starting to tingle in various places; in very unprofessional places. It was a surreal situation to be in and you found that you felt oddly calmer now than you were a few minutes ago.
Trailing the pads of your fingers over the smooth tip, you found it was moist and a little slippery. Your thumb tested the underside of it, “Sensation?”
A quiet hiss left him and you instinctively attempted to move your hand away, but his hold over your wrist kept it there, “That’s sensitive. That feels good.”
Your heart was still thumping and your cheeks were still warm, but it wasn’t nerves anymore that were causing your reaction. God, his skin was so soft and so warm… Your curiosity was growing now; your innate desire to explore taking hold of you.
You traced the raised rim of his cock head with your thumb and forefinger, watching as your patient emitted a rumbling groan. His hold on your wrist tightened and he began to move your hand over him. You intuitively wrapped your fingers around his cock. You felt entranced almost, caught up in the moment as you unwittingly began to enjoy the feel of him in your grasp.
The hot flesh in your hand was growing, elongating and engorging as the stimulation aroused him. You watched, amazed, as it swelled to its full capacity. The fingers and thumb of your hand could no longer meet each other. The girth of his cock was easily the same width as your forearm and by your approximations, it looked like it had also more than doubled in length from its relaxed state.
The erect shaft had lengthened out of his foreskin and it was a lovely shade of striated blue all over, except for a paler purple underside and head. In its aroused state, you discovered that while it shared structural similarities to a human male’s genitalia, it also possessed other aspects which were very different. The engorged shaft of his cock was ridged all along its length and as your hand smoothed up and down the column of it, you noted that the ridges were firm and palpable against your hand.
It was the most arousing thing you’d ever seen… Those ridges must feel so good inside for the woman…
You didn’t perceive his eyes on you, watching you as you explored his hard flesh. You were so engrossed that you didn’t even cotton on to the fact that he wasn’t even guiding your hand anymore. He could smell you, smell your arousal dampening between your thighs and the sight of your much smaller hand stroking and squeezing his cock was incredibly sexy.
You ran your enclosed hand in one full stroke from the base of cock and up to the head of it, fascinated by the ridged texture of it and the slippery, bulbous tip. However, your patient emitted a hissing intake of breath then and you jumped a little, snapping out of your thoughts.
“S-Sorry! Is that painful?” You stammered, shooting him a slightly apologetic frown.
He shook his head with a husky chuckle, “No, it’s just very sensitive. A lot more than earlier.”
“Where?” You asked, stroking him from tip to base and back up again.
“Everywhere. The ridges and the head especially.” His voice was notably breathier than before and his breaths were coming quicker, shallower and less even.
“That is fascinating.” You muttered, and your other hand joined in on your exploration. You fondled his balls lightly, observing the weightiness of them.
Your patient grunted and he parted his thighs a bit more. He leaned back to brace his weight on his palms behind him. He gave a small roll of his hips, which caused the top half of his cock to push and pull within your grasp. He moaned and the sound shot straight to the apex of your thighs. When you didn’t object, he continued the motion, thrusting lightly into your hands, both of which were now grasping his length one on top of the other.
Clear and viscous pre-ejaculate began to ooze from his tip, increasing in quantity with each roll of his hips. It was so copious that it was beginning to pool on the backs of your palms and drip down towards your wrist. Lord help you… there was nothing professional anymore about what you were doing… Not that your patient appeared to have any objections…
Still completely spellbound by the situation, your curiosity pushed a murmured query past your lips, “Is there always so much pre-ejaculate?”
“Depends. Generally the more aroused a man is, the more he produces.” He replied and when your bashful gaze lifted to meet his, he smirked wickedly.
You were such a pretty little thing to him, your smaller hands trying their best to keep hold of his slick cock. He knew that this was beyond the normal boundaries of the appointment. He knew that while you would’ve been required to touch him to examine him, stroking him off was probably not anywhere on the agenda. He suspected he was supposed to produce the sample on his own, but looking at you now, so enraptured by his body… How could he have resisted? And besides, he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was, your scent told him so.
You tightened your hold on his cock experimentally, squeezing harder. Each time the swollen head of his cock pushed out of your hands to greet you, you swiped your thumb over the oozing slit on its tip. He was panting heavily now, his impressive abdominals bunching and flexing as he continued to thrust his thick cock through your hold. The bioluminescent freckles that dotted his shaft were glimmering brightly and you never thought you’d ever use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe genitalia, but his cock was gorgeous.
All of him was gorgeous, truth be told…
You were attracted to Na’vi men. Ever since you were old enough to notice the opposite sex, you’d been drawn to male Na’vi. After all, you’d grown up on this moon, inhabited by and surrounded by tall, beautiful Na’vi. The humans who surrounded you at the compound and the camp were your family, and they were all much older. There were no men of your own species to look at or be attracted to. Spider was the only one of your generation and he was like your annoying, gross brother. Your attraction to Na’vi men had been an inevitable result really.
So now as you stood in the consultation bay, between the knees of this striking and aroused Na’vi male while he pumped his cock in and out of your hands, you’d never felt more validated and aroused in your life.
Your patient’s fingers were digging into the squeaky brown leather of the gurney now, straining slightly as his hips continued their onslaught. Your hands and wrists were completely drenched, soaking in his thick pre-cum. The slippery mess caused his cock to squelch obscenely as it slipped through your hold. The whole situation was so sensually explicit and you were never more thankful in your life than you were now that there were no CCTV cameras installed in the consultation bays.
You’d be expelled from your chosen profession for patient abuse… Though by the half-lidded, slack-jawed expression of pleasure on his face, he didn’t look much like he was being unwillingly abused…
A string of Na’vi curses left him then, followed by several panted moans. He abruptly pushed off his palms to sit upright and he stuttered, “W-Where is the container?”
A little stunned by his sudden and urgent tone, you stumbled in your own response, “The w-what? Oh, the sample jar?”
Panting heavily through parted lips, he nodded at you and you pointed to the desk on his left. You saw his gaze follow your eyeline and when he caught sight of the plastic collection jars that sat patiently waiting, he let out a hearty guffaw.
He reached for one and deftly flicked the already loosened lid from its mouth, still chuckling away between his huffing breaths, “It’s so small. You ready, doc?”
“For what?” You asked, realising only as the words left you what a dumb response it was as he handed the sample jar to you.
Your patient smiled at you and it was a salacious leer, all narrowed eyes and pointed canines showing, “You’re about to get your sample.”
One of his hands returned to guide yours, wrapping around your one remaining hand where it encircled his stiff cock. The pace of this rocking thrusts increased and he began to exhale with throaty moans that you swore made your own feminine core throb with desire. Gingerly, you held the collection jar up to him, being extra careful not to drop it.
With two more lurching breaths, his abdominal muscles contracted and his back bowed inward, his entire torso going rigid. You felt his cock harden impossibly before it pulsed and the breath he was holding left him in a coarse growl while his face twisted into an almost pained expression. His cock pulsed again and the first spurt of ejaculate missed the sample jar entirely, landing with a warm splat in the middle of your chest where the frills of your blue blouse peeked out from behind your lab coat. Quickly, his free hand grabbed hold of yours to position the jar better, while his other hand attempted to position his cock so he could shoot straight into it.
He was absolutely breathtaking in the midst of his orgasm. The luminous freckles on his face were twinkling and the striped cobalt skin of his neck and chest was glossy with a sheen of sweat. His cock continued to throb and pulse, emitting rope after rope of thick cum that splattered untidily over the mouth and sides of the sample jar.
You could see why he’d laughed at the size of it. There was no way the small jar could have held the full volume of what he was producing.
Coming down now off the high of his climax, your patient slouched against the wall behind the gurney, breathing hard. He caught your eye and he grinned indolently at you.
The adrenalin and heightened arousal in the atmosphere was fading rapidly now, and cold, hard reality was slowly returning to you. You looked at the pearlescent contents of the sample jar, which was still decently full despite majority of the sample not making it in there. You smiled to yourself.
Mission accomplished and what an exciting mission it was…
Carefully setting the jar down on the flat worktop of the metal sink next to you, you replaced the lid on it with sticky fingers and made a note to thoroughly wipe the jar down later before handing it to the lab techs.
Returning your attention to your patient, you smiled at him, suddenly shy again, “Thank you for your co-operation today. I’ll leave you to clean and freshen up. You can see yourself out after.”
His answering laugh was husky and he dipped his head at you, “I should be thanking you for your co-operation I think, doc.”
“Not a doc, remember?” You grinned at him and you were about to turn on heel to depart into the adjacent washroom when you heard him call out to you again.
“Hey Not-A-Doc, if you ever need another sample, I’m happy to provide another one, whether for med-science research or your own personal research.”
A girlish giggle left you and you felt your face flame again. You shook your head, making your way into the washroom to clean yourself up. He was a naughty one that one…
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dreamingofpandora · 8 months
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𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⏐ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄
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𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍⏐ 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 ⏐ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: ((a tsu'tey x fem!avatar reader series)) your father was one of the leading scientists during the commencement of the avatar program and his heavy involvement towards the success of the program secured both you and your brother elijah places within it. the two of you were placed in a research group with jake sully, grace augustine, norm spellman and max patel to carry out vital research in the new environment. in an unexpected series of events, you find yourself at the omatikaya clan where you meet tsu'tey and he instantly takes a strong dislike to you. the two of you find yourselves in a vicious conflict and unbeknownst to you, a long and strenuous journey lies ahead; challenging everything that you once thought you knew.
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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: implied loss of a parent, weapons, injury, ambush, violence, angst, animal attack 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3.5k
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a deep, shaky breath escaped your lips as you sat on the edge of your bed; your eyes screwed shut and your leg bouncing due to a mix of both nerves and excitement. the florescent lights of your lab dorm were blinding down on you and the chatter of the scientists could be heard from the rooms nearby.
today was the day that you were going to link to your avatar for the first time; and the anticipation was consuming you.
your father was one of the leading scientists working on the commencement of the avatar program, and his heavy involvement towards the success of the program secured both you and your brother elijah places within it.
you had arrived at pandora only a few weeks before now, getting acquainted with the new faces that you would be spending a lot of your upcoming time with.
the first person that you had spoken with was jake sully - a marine that took his twin brothers place on the avatar program. he was sarcastic and cocky, but he was good natured. the two of you instantly clicked; sharing stories of home and your apprehensions for your futures.
the second person you had met was grace augustine; a blunt and intimidating woman, but an absolutely brilliant woman at that. she was extremely compassionate towards the na'vi; something that the two of you had in common and bonded over.
and lastly, you had met norm spellman and max patel. norm was friendly and easy to get along with, and max was an extremely kind hearted man who would always go out of his way to help those who needed it. your brother elijah got on especially well with the two scientists, sharing their academic mindset and friendly natures.
the group of you were to work very closely with each other over your time on pandora, helping aid in research studies to better understand the moon.
you felt incredibly lucky for the opportunity to explore the beauty of pandora, it felt like a new beginning. a second chance for you, a chance to do something worthwhile; but, you also felt a great deal of pressure to continue your father's legacy.
'hey.' a soft voice spoke following a knock at your door, pulling you from your thoughts. your eyes fluttered open to see elijah, leaning against the doorframe. 'you ready to do this?' he asked with a smile and an extended hand.
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'can you hear me?' an unfamiliar, muffled voice called out. all that you could perceive were radiant streamers, rushing through your vision at a dizzying speed. it felt as though your consciousness was a completely separate entity from your physical body, like you were in a dream; a different realm.
'phase lock at ninety six percent.' the voice was clearer now; closer.
and suddenly, it hit you like a brick.
your body felt like it had come crashing down and all that was remaining in your mind was an endless black void. your consciousness and body slowly began to unite again as your heart raced, and you felt a tingling sensation in your fingertips.
'she's in!' you recognised the voice as that of max and your eyes slowly began to flutter open. the bright lights above you did little to help your blurred vision as two masked faces slowly began to come into focus. you blinked wildly back at them, trying to find your voice.
'link is stable.' one of them spoke, leaning down and shining a light in your eyes. 'cognitive looks good. how are you feeling?' all you could manage was a small smile; your voice still lost and your perception disorientating. you pushed yourself up on the gurney, but one of the med techs immediately put a hand on your chest to gently push you back down.
'take it easy, we need to check your motor control. can you squeeze your hand into a fist?' you did as asked, squeezing your hand closed; your nails digging crescent moons into your palm and causing you to wince. 'okay, careful... not too hard.' they cautioned. you raised your hand towards your face and your eyes widened. in front of you was a blue hand; moving as you wished it to. a wide smile found its way onto your face.
a loud crash soon startled you, causing you to whip your head to the side. a large figure was now stood upright, despite the pleas of med techs begging him to sit down. many items were scattered over the floor; a result of him trying to get used to his new body. you narrowed your eyes in on him, realisation setting in as you recognised the familiar features on their face.
'jake?' you called out as he turned to face you with a fangy smile.
'this is great.' he breathed out, ignoring the ongoing pleas of the med techs. your gaze then fell on another figure behind him, sitting up on the edge of the gurney and flexing his hands in intrigue. elijah.
'this is crazy...' he whispered to himself, his eyes fixated on the hand in front of him. jake continued to laugh with a childlike wonder, stumbling around the lab.
'jake, i need you to sit down' max spoke through the intercom. 'you have to-'
'i've got this.' jake spoke with a confidence as he suddenly yanked the bio-monitor wires from his body and staggered towards the exit.
'jake, wait! we need to run some tests!' max shouted. but jake ignored him, throwing himself into the door and forcing it open as blinding sunlight beamed into the room. when your eyes finally adjusted to the bright light, jake was nowhere to be seen. only a few med techs remained in the room now as the rest ran after jake in a panic. you slowly moved yourself to the edge of the bed before planting your feet on the ground and wiggling your toes. you let out an amazed laugh as you pushed yourself up, stumbling and almost crashing, but, a large pair of arms caught you.
'here, i got you.' elijah spoke, helping you find your balance. you looked up at your brother; into his eyes that were so different, yet so familiar.
'hey, eli.' you smiled as the two of you shared a laugh. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.
'we did it.' he breathed. 'we actually did it.' you looked over your brothers shoulder and out of the door that jake had opened. the sounds of pandora seeped into the lab, and the fresh breeze kissed your skin. as you pulled away from elijah, a mischievous smile crept onto your face. 'hey, no. no-' but before he could finish, you bolted past him; following in jakes footsteps.
the morning sun blared down on you, causing you to squint your eyes as you took in the scene in front of you. you were in the avatar compound - the living and training area for all subjects of the avatar program. a couple of avatars were playing basketball on an avatar sized court while others went about their daily activities around the compound. you heard approaching footsteps; fast footsteps. you turned to see jake running full speed towards you, being chased by the med techs.
'come on!' he shouted as he sprinted past you, laughing wildly to himself before grabbing you by the arm and pulling you with him. you clumsily ran behind him, feeling the wind kiss your face and grass brush your feet with every step.
you had never felt freedom like it; you felt invincible.
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you lay in bed that night, unable to wipe the smile from your face. you thought back to the indescribable feeling of running as fast as your new legs would take you; a wave of eagerness to return to your new form coursing through your veins.
'penny for your thoughts?' elijah chuckled from the bed next to you. you turned to your side, turning on the lamp before propping yourself up on your elbow.
'i can't believe we're finally here... putting dads plan into action.' you sighed, speaking with a certain fondness in your tone. elijah hummed, placing his hands behind his head.
'i know.' he began. 'sometimes, i think we forget just how lucky we actually are.' you thought back to the planet that you had left behind - the planet that you once called home. you had heard stories of the stars that used to hang from the night sky, but the opportunity to experience that was long gone by the time you were brought into existence. all you would know was a smog filled sky; and an absence of stars.
'do you ever miss home?' you whispered to your brother, before a significant silence fell upon you both.
'honestly?' he finally sighed. 'no. earth is a wasteland now... there is nothing left there for us. of course, there are some things i miss but... i don't know...' he trailed off.
'i know what you mean.' you spoke. 'i would kill for some takis right now.' you looked to him, before the two of you burst out laughing.
'why would you put that thought into my mind?!' he groaned, pulling the pillow from behind his head and throwing it over his face. 'now i want takis...' he sighed in a muffled voice.
'if i have to suffer, so do you.' you heard the main door of the lab open before you and your brother shared a confused look. you pushed yourself from the bed and tiptoed over to your bedroom door, pushing it open to peek outside. your brows furrowed when you saw jake sneaking in, wheeling himself down the corridor and towards his room; looking around anxiously. you closed your door and looked up to the clock above your bed. 01:23.
'who was it?' elijah whispered, now sitting up.
'jake...' you spoke back, confusion evident in your tone. your brother looked up at the clock, also taking note of the late hour.
'what the hell was he doing out so late?' he questioned as you shrugged, making your way back over to the bed.
'no idea... but, we better get some sleep. we've gotta be up in a few hours.' you lay back down in your bed, turning off the lamp on your bedside table.
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you gazed down from the helicopter to the pandoran forest below you. the vibrant greenery was illuminated by the bright morning sun; its rays beaming through the gaps of the treeline and casting dancing shadows on the forest floor. you were out to collect some samples with elijah, jake, grace and norm; all in your avatar forms.
'it's beautiful.' you breathed out in pure astonishment as grace chuckled lightly.
'yeah, it is.'
'all good for landing.' the pilot spoke through their intercom as the aircraft began to make its descent.
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when your feet finally kissed the ground, you looked around wide eyed at the dense forest. chittering sounds of the pandoran wildlife engulfed your ears and the smells of the foreign flora filled your nostrils. a wave of excitement crashed over you as you looked out to all of the new knowledge that surrounded you. the forest was alive; and it was sharing its life with you.
elijah and jake began to wander around the area as grace and norm crouched down towards the ground.
'hey.' grace pulled you from your trance, calling out to you. 'come look at this.' you followed her gaze towards a deep root that was implanted within the soil.
'what is it?' you questioned with a deep curiousity.
'this... is what we came for. it has healing properties.' she whispered, pulling out a needle from her kit. norm scanned the root with the device in his hand as grace injected the syringe into it, pulling out a liquid sample. you averted your eyes to elijah and jake, who playing around with a helicoradian plant - a plant that you had read about only days ago. jake reached out his hand to touch the plant and as his fingers grazed it, it disappeared back into the ground; so quick that you could almost wonder if it was ever there to begin with.
'woah...' he breathed. the two of them shared an amused look before continuing to touch at the remaining plants, laughing together like school boys. grace quickly waved her hand in front of your face, bringing your attention back to the task at hand.
'never mind those two idiots.' she chuckled lightly, examining the sample she had just collected before handing it to you. 'put that with the other samples, i don't want to lose it.' you nodded, taking the syringe from her and placing it in the kit. suddenly, the laughs of elijah and jake and the chatter between norm and grace quietened, causing your ears to perk up. you furrowed your brows.
'why is everyone so qu-' your words got stuck in the back of your throat as you turned around; your eyes widening in terror. your legs almost gave out beneath you as you looked towards jake and elijah.
in front of them stood a huge palulukan; a guttural snarl rumbling through the chest of the animal.
'wh- what do we do?' jake whispered as the animal began to drag its feet across the soil, lowering its head as if it were about to charge.
'RUN!' grace shouted as jake and elijah bolted in different directions. grace and norm quickly ran back towards the helicopter, shouting for you to follow. you began to run towards the aircraft, until you heard elijah groan out in pain. he had fallen on the ground, and the palulukan was hot on his tail. as the palulukan stalked closer towards him, you grabbed a rock from the ground and hurled it towards the animal; catching its attention.
now, its sights were set on you.
you backed away slowly as jake tried to grab its attention, jumping up and down wildly and shouting at the top of his lungs.
but suddenly, the animal charged towards you.
you turned on your heels, running as fast as your legs would take you through the thick foliage of the forest. elijah and jake quickly followed; trying desperately to avert the animals attention. its teeth were snapping violently behind you, striking pure fear into your soul. you dipped and jumped over the overgrown branches; one wrong move could cost you your life.
'DOWN THERE!' jake bellowed, motioning towards a large waterfall in the distance. elijah and jake caught up to you, following your path towards the large cliff.
'WHAT DO WE DO?!' elijah shouted as you edged closer to the drop.
there were only two options.
you stop and let the palulukan have you for its meal, or you take a leap of faith.
'JUMP!' you screamed as you pushed yourself off the ground; plummeting towards the depths below you as elijah and jake reluctantly followed your lead. the animal took one last attempt at getting one of you between its jaws, missing jake by mere inches.
your heart stopped in your chest as you fell towards the raging waters. you screwed your eyes shut, preparing for the impact.
and then- you hit the water. you were submerged deep below, caught in a violent vortex. you thrashed about, desperately trying to surface but with every attempt, you found yourself getting more and more lost.
a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you to the surface as you spluttered and gasped for air. elijah pulled you towards a nearby branch that was wedged in the water as the two of you tried to catch your breath, clinging desperately to the aid. you frantically looked around for jake, but he was nowhere to be seen.
'jake? JAKE?!' you screamed; but only the sounds of the turbulent water filled your ears. you looked up at the cliff where the palulukan was now retreating, giving up on its pursuit.
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nightfall came around a lot quicker than you had wished. you and elijah were sat against a tree; cold, shivering and in low spirits. you were terrified for jake. the only thing keeping any sort of optimism alive in you was the hope that he managed to get out of the water further down the stream.
in any other circumstance, you would be in complete bewilderment at the beauty of the night; the bioluminescence of the forest casting a purple glow on the land. but right now, the darkness only meant one thing, and that was danger.
'he'll be okay.' elijah whispered, trying to convince himself as well as you.
'yeah? and what if he isn't?' you whispered back. 'we're going to die out here, eli...' as the words left your mouth, your ears perked up. you looked around the forest, narrowing your eyes as you inspected the treeline.
'what is it?' elijah questioned, following your gaze.
'did you hear that?'
'what?' and then you heard it again; someone was calling your name.
'JAKE?!' you screamed out, causing elijah to pull at your sleeve.
'quiet!' he begged. 'there are all kinds of things waiting in this forest to kill us!'
'elijah!' the voice shouted out, now catching your brothers attention. he pushed himself to his feet, pulling you up with him.
'it's him.' he breathed out. 'come on!' he ordered as he bolted, and you followed without any opposition. jake continued to shout out as the two of you got closer; his voice like a beacon of hope.
'jake! we're here! we're-' suddenly, something caught your ankles, causing you to crash towards the forest floor and hit your head on a rock. you groaned out in pain as elijah quickly turned to you, crouching down and examining your head. you looked down to your feet and the familiar sense of terror crept back into you. it was a bolas - a throwing weapon - and it was wrapped tightly around your ankles. you slowly looked to the trees around you; your throat running dry. 'eli...' you trailed off as elijah followed your gaze.
seven na'vi warriors emerged from the trees on their pa'li; all aiming their weapons towards you and your brother. you both quickly raised your hands in a sign of surrender as your blood ran cold.
'don't... move...' elijah whispered as one of the warriors dismounted his pa'li and stalked towards you. his face was like that of fire; his lips formed into a tight scowl and his hand tightly gripping a blade. his features were sharp, and his aura was strong.
he came to a stop in front of you, staring down at you with pure hatred in his eyes as he kicked your side, causing you to fall onto your front. he spoke out in na'vi; but you only understood a couple of words.
trespassing. demon.
you looked to elijah with pleading eyes. he cleared his throat, his gaze darting between the multiple weapons aimed towards the two of you. but before he could get a word out, jake came stumbling through the trees, accompanied by a na'vi woman.
'jake!' you cried out in relief, but the warrior crouched down, pulling your head up and positioning his blade towards your neck. the na'vi woman quickly pulled the warrior up by his arm; shouting in his face. the two of them conversed in their native language as elijah lowered himself towards you, quietly trying to translate.
'she called him... tsu'tey. the warrior.' he whispered, narrowing his eyes as he tried to make sense of the language. 'her name is neyre- no, neytiri. she found jake...' he continued. 'they're trying to decide what to... what to do with us.' he gulped. your body felt weak beneath you as you wished for an end to your chain of bad luck. you looked up at jake who gestured with his hands for you to stay calm.
the two na'vi continued to speak with one another; the warriors eyes fixated on you. he glared at you with real loathing, baring his teeth as he spoke. he seemed to dismiss whatever it was that the woman was trying to convince him, uninterested in anything that she had to say.
'bring them to the clan.' she spoke in english; trying to help you make sense of the situation at hand. 'this is a matter for the olo'eyktan and tsahìk.' she growled. she was now stood between you and him; seemingly shielding you.
the two of them continued to argue for a little while longer until the warrior, tsu'tey, hissed sharply and turned his back to you. he gestured towards the other warriors before returning to his pa'li. he met your eyes once more; his gaze lingering and deadly.
before you knew it, one of the warriors dragged his blade along the weapon at your ankles, releasing you from the bind. he then forcefully pulled you from the ground and pushed you in front of him.
'tìran.' he spat.
'walk.' elijah whispered; translating, before he too was pushed forward.
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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER SIXTEEN
pairing: jake sully x fem!reader
summary: in which tinkers finally comes home..
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author's note: SURPRISE!!! i know it's not wednesday anymore but for my birthday i decided to post chapter sixteen for y'all hehe. hope you guy's enjoy chapter sixteen!
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Norm was the first person you saw when you gained some consciousness back. He was standing over you while using what looked like a tablet to scan your body. And you realized, through your foggy senses, that you weren’t back at the hut.
“Norm?”
Surprised by your voice, Norm scrambled closer to your side, giving you a small smirk, “Hey, Doc.”
The room you were in was moving. And it was too windy, smacking against some of your bare skin. You were breathing but with some help from a tube attached to your mask, even then it was still difficult to breathe in the air.
You furrowed your brows up at him, “What’s going on?”
He looked hesitant to respond, which told you something must’ve happened while you had been temporarily unconscious. The last thing you remembered was seeing Neytiri and then all of a sudden you just couldn’t breathe. If he was hesitant to tell you what was happening, then that must’ve meant you didn’t have a lot of time left.
Instead he said, “We’re taking you back to the Omatikaya, Y/N.”
If you had the energy to scream you would’ve. All you could really do was widen your eyes and snap, “What?! Norm, I already told you—”
“And I listened to you.” Norm said calmly, adjusting the tube on your mask. That was when you finally noticed that the room you were in wasn’t simply moving. It was instead that you were on a ship. You were mid air right now, flying through the night when you should’ve been back at that hut.
“Norm, turn this ship around!” You hissed at him weakly. He sighed at your stubbornness as you scowled at him. “I’ve told you already what I wanted! Just take me back to the Olangi—”
“I’m sorry, Doc.” Norm interrupted you, giving you a look that told that he really wasn’t sorry. “But it’s not my call to make.” When his eyes traveled past your face, you slowly turned your head to look outside the ship.
Flying next to it was an ikran. A few ikrans actually. But the one closest to the ship that you could see was Neytiri. From what you could see, she was leading most of the ikrans and the warriors flying them, never once leaving the side of the ship. It was then you remembered what she had told you before you had gone unconscious.
That she would not let you die. That she would not give up just as you were beginning to. And just by the sheer look of unyielding determination on her face, you knew you were not going to see that damn hut ever again.
When you looked back at Norm, he did little to hide the victorious smirk on his face. You frowned at him but lied your head back down, “You had something to do with this somehow.”
He shrugged, “Or maybe I was right, that’s a realistic possibility.”
“Fuck you, Spellman.”
You didn’t have the energy to fight this. To yell at them, to tell them that it was useless. All you did was let the exhaustion take over once more and lie there, allowing yourself to feel the cold wind whip against some of the bare skin that was still visible underneath all of the bandages. It was still a bit difficult to breathe.
For a moment, you closed your eyes.
“Hang in there.” Norm muttered to you, though you nearly missed it because of how loud the wind was against your ears. You felt his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. “Hey, look where we are, Doc.”
Opening your eyes, you saw the Tree of Souls from high above. The way it glowed in the night so bright that you could spot it even though you were currently high in the air right now. You spotted more ikrans flying around the ship you were in and a crowd of Na’vi gathered around the tree below. You were in awe of it, nothing could ever change the fact that it was just as beautiful as the last time you had seen it.
You had heard Neytiri’s outcry and the rest of the warriors responding to it before you slipped back into a dazed sleep. It was the type of sleep that you’d go in and out of every few seconds. Like the moment you closed your eyes and then opened them once more, the ship had landed on a hill further away from the Tree of Souls. Norm was rushing around, his mouth was moving but you could barely make out the words.
The next time you opened your eyes, the hospital gown you had been wearing was now gone and instead you were wrapped in long grass. It was colder and a part of you—a silly part of you—wanted to ask for a blanket. But no words left your lips. You were just too tired.
You were being carried the next time you opened your eyes. Neytiri’s voice was somewhere close by.
But you finally came to when you were lying under the Tree of Souls. This way, it was a lot prettier. You could almost understand why Grace was so amazed, so at peace when she had been lying here in your place.
And that very thought made you remember why you were here.
Neytiri was at your side, you finally noticed. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was moving. It looked as if she were praying. Slowly, you reached out your hand to her arm, causing her to meet your gaze.
“Do not move too much.” She told you.
You shook your head, “We don’t have to do this. The last time, with Grace—”
“It will work.” Neytiri told you firmly. Gently, she placed your hand back at your side, placing her other hand comfortingly on your shoulder. “You have survived this long. I would not doubt you now.”
They didn’t want to listen. Both Norm and Neytiri. Or perhaps it was because you were too pessimistic. Grace did say you weren’t always optimistic. But you had to be the rational one at least and manage one’s expectations. That way they wouldn’t be disappointed. That way she wouldn’t cause them any more heartbreak.
“What if it doesn’t?” You blinked away tears.
Neytiri frowned but didn’t respond right away. Instead she took on a thoughtful expression. You saw she was keeping her own tears at bay as well. “Then I am glad we saw you again. I am glad that you would be with Eywa and not alone.”
Before you could question what she meant by “we”, the sound of an ikran landing drew both yours and Neytiri’s attention. Your vision blurred as more tears pricked at the corners of your eyes the moment your gaze had settled on the rider of the ikran.
Jake was fast as he made his way toward the tree. He had changed over the past five years. His body fuller and his hair longer and in thick dreads nearly past his shoulders. Of course, he looked larger next to you considering you were in human form while he was…He was one of them.
God, now you were afraid. Now you were worried that when all of this went wrong, he’d be there to see you die. You didn’t want this.
But god, you were so happy to see him.
Neytiri scooted out of the way when Jake knelt down next to your body, staring down at you in disbelief. “Y/N?”
You smiled sadly, “Jake.”
Jake reached his hand out and gently took one of your smaller ones into his hand. You latched onto him instantly. Just touching him, just seeing him again, it made it so much harder. So much more sadder for you to go through with this.
“You know how this goes, Jakesully.” Mo’at’s voice filled your ears but you could not see her. Jake’s other hand rested against your cheek as the Tsahik continued. “For this to work she must pass through the Eye of Eywa and return.”
He nodded, his hand tightening around yours. “She will.” You didn’t know who he was trying to convince more. Mo’at or himself. Or maybe you. “She is a lot tougher than me,” He chuckled, though his glassy eyes did not match. “She can do it.”
You wanted to hold onto him tighter, you wanted him to stay by your side. But a sudden wave of exhaustion hit you, this time a lot heavier than before. Your fingers weakly let go of his grasp or maybe it was just that he had disappeared from your side. So did Neytiri.
There were voices melded together, almost like chanting. Mo’at’s voice was both close and far away at the same time.
Then the brightest light you had ever seen struck your vision. And suddenly the Tree of Souls was gone, Mo’at was gone, the crowd of Na’vi was gone, Jake was gone…
There was nothing but this light. This alluring light….
When it came to Eywa, you were back and forth with it. Grace admired the idea of Eywa, a spiritual being that all the Na’vi looked to. Worshiped. It was always so enthralling watching them give thanks to her in so many different ways. So intriguing to watch the Tsahik work as both the healer and spiritual leader of the clan. You, on the other hand, had trouble fully believing if this being was truly something to look to. Something to pray to.
You never thought you’d find the answer until you walked into a lab you hadn’t seen in years. It was the same one at Hell’s Gate, which you had no doubt was all in ruins and ashes. None of it should’ve existed. Yet here you were, standing in the middle of it.
That’s when you realized you were standing. That’s when you realized the bandages were gone from your body and instead were the clothes you last wore before the battle. Before you had supposedly ‘died”.
And here was Grace Augustine, standing before you with a cocky smirk, her hands shoved into her lab coat pockets.
“Grace?” You gaped at her.
Grace grinned, “Long time no see, Tinkers.”
A wave of relief and happiness washed over you as you rushed toward her to hug the woman. It felt real. It felt real when her arms wrapped around you in return, it felt real when you buried your face into her shoulder, staining her lab coat with your tears.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” You croaked.
“I’ve always been here, kiddo. You just needed to notice with your thick skull and all.” The both of you pulled away. Grace cupped your face in her hands, wiping the tears away from your cheeks. “Now where have you been?”
“I—”
Grace shook her head and you realized it wasn’t a question that needed an answer, “It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re here.”
Your face fell, “Wait…does that mean it didn’t work?”
You were confused when she began grinning at you and then pinching your cheek, “So you do want it to work! And here I thought you would be a full on party pooper about it!”
“I was being realistic—”
Grace waved you off, “Believe me, kiddo. I know you. I know all about you being realistic. Used to drag you down but you could never see that. Refused to see it actually. Sometimes I wondered if you wanted to be miserable just to be miserable—”
“I did not!” You scowled, crossing your arms.
“Then what’s your goal here, Tinkers?” The playful grin was nowhere to be seen now. Instead, Grace looked at you with a certain care only a mother would have for her child. A serious and stern look that told you there would be no lies between the two of you. “Why are you trying so hard to remain alone even when I know that is not what you want? It’s just me, Tinkers. You can tell me, you know.”
You were quiet and instead of crossing your arms defensively, you took to hugging yourself. You couldn’t imagine being anymore vulnerable here with anyone else other than Grace.
“It just seems easier.” You mumble. “When I’m alone I don’t lose anyone.”
Grace frowned, “Except yourself.”
“That’s a lot less heartbreaking, don’t you think?”
Grace leaned against the desk she had been sitting at before you entered. “I hate to break it to you, kid, but we lose people at some point. It’s just the way life works. We’re always going to lose someone we love.”
“But it shouldn’t have been you.” You whispered. Grace nodded understandingly, her own eyes emotional. “You did not deserve to die. You should’ve gotten more time.”
Grace smiled sadly, “It’s unfair. Which is also the way life works, ma ‘ita.” She then stood and approached you, grabbing both of your arms gently. “But you have time. You have them waiting for you. Jake, Neytiri…” Her smile grew bigger, “and my daughter, Kiri.”
Kiri. Spider had mentioned her. And so did Neytiri. In fact, she had said multiple times that you had to meet her. You had no clue what she was talking about then nor had much time to think about what she had meant. But now that Grace had revealed a question unasked, it all fell into place.
“You have a daughter?” You gripped her arms, “Grace, you have a daughter?!”
She grinned down at you, “Yes. And I have waited long enough for you to finally meet her.” She then brushed back some hair strands out of your face. “But first, I have to ask before you leave. You love Jake, right?”
This question was definitely the last thing you expected from her. While yes, she had teased you in the past about your relationship with him but she had never pulled you aside to have a serious conversation about it. Better to do it now in the afterlife then, you supposed.
“Yes, of course I do.” You said honestly. “But I’m worried it’s too late. I’ve been gone for five years…”
Grace rolled her eyes, “If you really think that, then you do have a thicker skull than I thought.” She then ushered you toward another doorway. “Now go, you’ve got someone waiting for you. And it’s rude to keep people waitin’, Tinkers.”
You frowned and grabbed her hand before she pushed you out, “Will this be the last time I see you?”
“Of course not, kid.” She squeezed your hand. “I’ll always be here.”
That was nice. That was good. Hearing her say that, you knew that it was true.
You smiled, this time without tears. Genuinely. “It’s good to see you, Grace.”
Grace returned your smile, “Glad they finally found you, kid.” You let go of her hand and went toward the door she had guided you toward before. She then spoke up again, “And when you get back to the others, when you meet Kiri, keep an eye on her will you? I think she would like to meet you.”
“I will.” You grinned. “I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Bye, Tinkers.”
“Bye, Grace.”
The forest greeted you next when you walked out the doorway. You felt taller, different, and stronger this time. You looked down at your hands and realized they were blue. Did that mean it was working? Were you already in your avatar body as of now? If so, why were you still here? Who else did Grace want you to meet?
There was a little creek nearby with smaller fishes swimming about. The sun peeked through the tall green trees and the world just felt so alive. So peaceful here. In a way, you wished you could stay in this little area. Watch the sun set and then the day comes once again. Hide away here for the rest of your life, away from the chaos.
You knelt down in front of the creek, catching a glimpse at your reflection in the waters. It too was blue like your hands.
When you blinked, a familiar face appeared next to you in the reflection.
“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” Tsu’tey asked as you glanced up to look at him standing beside you.
You shouldn’t have been so surprised to find him here. To figure out that if he was here with you, with Eywa, then he was long gone from the world that waited for you.
Tsu’tey smiled at you knowingly as you stood. “No tears for me, tsmuke?”
In truth, there were none. Either they had all dried out from your brief reunion with Grace or, in some strange way, you had always known that he had passed. You wrote it off as paranoia before but seeing him here now, it only confirmed what you had already known.
“I know you died a great warrior’s death. There is no need for tears.” You smiled back at him. “You taught me that, tsmukan.”
Tsu’tey laughed and pulled you into a hug, one that you returned instantly by wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Eywa watches you. And I know what you think but your time to be with us has not come yet.”
You pulled away and frowned, “You think I will live?”
He nodded, walking toward the other side of the creek. His knelt down, his hand hovering just a feather above the water. The fish swim away from his shadow. “I think you’ve earned a rest. But it is not here. It is with your people.”
“The Sky People?”
“No, you skxawng!” Tsu’tey rolled his eyes. “The Omatikaya is your home now. It is your family. It’s time you’ve come home, tsmuke.”
You remembered the last conversation you had with Tsu’tey before the both of you had gone off into the battle. You remember his words, the brief happiness you had felt. Before you never really could figure out what type of emotion you had felt then besides that happiness.
Now that you were here, with Tsu’tey nodding toward you encouragingly, with Neytiri’s words still flying in your mind, you realized this acceptance had been in your hands the entire time.
All you had to do was see it.
“One thing before you go.” Tsu’tey said as your surroundings began to shimmer. You nodded, waiting for him to continue. “Wear my necklace? I believe you did not get the chance until now.”
You smiled warmly, “I will. Where is it?”
Tsu’tey smirked up at you, raising his chin proudly. “It is with the Toruk Makto. And he is waiting for you.”
The light had come once more. Tsu’tey was gone. The forest was gone. But you were there. Heart racing. Waiting to be brought back.
You were alive. You were alive. You were alive.
When Mo’at had silenced the chants, little Kiri was the first to move toward the two bodies.
“Kiri!” Her mother called in a hushed whisper. But Kiri kept going until she was close enough to the avatar. She could feel a certain energy she could not figure out just yet at the young age of five, but she had known it all of her life, ever since she had been born. It was a part of her now.
And it drew her to this stranger. To this woman her mother had brought back and called her tsmuke. She wondered, despite her young mind, why it was that she was called to this stranger. Why the woman strangely resembled the girl in her dreams.
She did not understand. But she watched and waited.
Her grandmother stood over the avatar, waiting quietly. It was like the whole forest had gone silent by then, all eyes on the two bodies.
It seemed and felt like they waited for a long time. A sad look crossed Mo’at’s face when nothing happened. Kiri didn’t like that. She didn’t like what that meant.
In a small voice, Kiri said to the sleeping body, “Hello?”
Seconds went by before she saw her mouth twitch. Kiri’s little gasp drew Mo’at’s attention back to the sleeping body. Her face twitched again and then her eyelids fluttered.
When you opened your eyes, when you came to life, you were met with wide curious yellow eyes.
She looked in awe when you looked at her. And it was crazy how much you saw Grace in the girl. It was startling and yet comforting at the same time.
You smiled at the girl, “Hi.”
You were alive. You were alive. You were alive.
Finally.
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just-a-german-girlx · 6 months
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11. Seduction ~ Zelda Spellman (nsfw)
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I've been working as a teacher’s assistant at the Academy of Unseen Arts for a few weeks. Quite quickly, I’ve become fascinated with the directrix and high priestess, Zelda Spellman, and because I love drawing people, I’ve been drawing her constantly. And I think she knows, because she caught me once or twice, and I don't know if I shut my sketchbook fast enough.
She keeps smirking at me whenever our paths cross.
I’m sitting at a desk in the teacher’s lounge, working on another sketch of the redhead when said redhead walks in, a knee-length dress hugging her body. My eyes flicker to her exposed skin, before I blush and avoid my eyes, hoping that she didn't catch me.
"You know, y/n, I've been thinking about asking you something," Zelda smirks slightly, and I get nervous. "Have you ever drawn a nude before?"
My eyes widen. "I-I’ve thought about taking a class for that, but I never actually did it."
"Oh you definitely have to try it out. I’ve heard that it’ll teach an artist a lot,” she grins, and I feel like I'm about to faint.
“And where have you heard that?” I ask.
“At a figure drawing class,” she chuckles.
“You draw?”
“No no, dear. I was the model for that class, but that was quite a while ago.”
My jaw drops and my mouth waters as I think about Zelda – naked, in various poses. Zelda puts her finger on my chin and prompts me to close my mouth.
“There are no figure drawing classes in Greendale anyway,” I finally say, trying to end the conversation.
“Well, I guess you’ll just need to find a model, hm?” she replies and winks at me. "I've seen the drawings you did of me, and I’m quite impressed. I could offer to pose for you," Zelda says while biting her bottom lip.
"Y-you would do that?”
“Of course. It’s for your artistic development after all." She smiles. "Alright, I'll see you tonight at my place then, eight o'clock," she says and gives me a piece of paper with her address and phone number.
Oh Hecate, what have I done? I'll never survive tonight.
I'm really nervous. I go home, shower, and grab different art supplies. After putting everything in my car, I drive over to her house. I'm sweating slightly due to my nervousness, but I force myself to grab my stuff, walk towards the front door, and ring the bell.
It only takes a few seconds for Zelda to open the door, and my eyes widen as she stands in front of me with only a towel wrapped around her body. "Oh, y/n, you're quite early, dear. I just got out of the shower. Come on in!" Zelda says and leads me into her living room. "I'll be right back," she tells me and leaves the room, giving me a chance to look around. Her home is beautiful.
A few minutes later, Zelda is back, dressed in a blue silky robe. I blush as she sits down on the couch beside me, the robe revealing one of her smooth thighs.
"You have quite the luggage there," she chuckles, eyeing my bag full of art supplies.
"Y-yeah, I didn't know if you would want a pencil sketch, a charcoal drawing, or something water-based." I blush.
"Oh dear, I don't mind any of these. It’s for you after all," she smiles, and I nod lightly.
"Wh-where do you want to be drawn?"
"I think my bedroom would work best if that's alright with you," she replies.
"O-of course, Ms. Spellman"
"I’ve told you before to call me Zelda, dear.”
"Oh sorry, Zelda."
"Don't worry. I'm sure you'll know my name by the end of the night," she says and winks. I blush as I follow her to the bedroom. Zelda sits down on her bed while I take a seat in the armchair next to it.
"Why don’t we start with the lingerie on?" Zelda suggests, and I nod, grabbing a soft pencil and my sketch pad. She takes off her robe, and my mouth waters as I take in the beautiful woman in front of me, who's only wearing a matching set of forest green lingerie with black details.
Zelda positions herself, and I begin to lightly scratch the paper with the pencil, quickly sketching the outlines of her body, before moving on to the details. After about fifteen minutes, I'm finished and turn over the page, now looking at a blank page, ready for the next sketch.
After a few sketches and poses, Zelda takes off her bra and underwear, and I can't help but stare, astonished by her beauty. She positions herself sexily and I grab my charcoals and start to draw her. We do a few different poses, and my cheeks must be crimson at this point.
"Are you alright, darling?" Zelda asks, but I'm too focused on drawing her that I don't hear her. Suddenly, she gets up and walks over to me. Placing her hand on my forehead. She gasps and I close my eyes to stop them from looking at her gorgeous body up close.
"I-I'm fine, Zelda."
"Hmm," Zelda hums and goes to look at my sketches of her as I look at the bedroom wall across from me. "Wow, y/n, these are beautiful!" I smile shyly, and then I can feel her coming closer. "But my breasts don't seem quite right," Zelda says, and I look at her confused. I've spent most of the past two hours studying her chest.
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"Hmm, I don't know, I guess you'll have to study them some more to get them right." Zelda smirks as she comes closer and straddles my lap, her chest now way too close to me. I'm about to open my mouth and say something as she takes my charcoal-covered hands and places them on her breasts. "Study them, dear. I want you to really focus on them," she practically moans into my ear as she pushes them slightly into my palms. I can't resist this temptation and stare at her chest, caressing her breasts gently, covering parts of them in charcoal in the process.
The redhead moans as I rub my thumb softly over her left nipple. I look up and see that she has her eyes closed, her head a little thrown back, her mouth hanging open as I play with her nipples. Quiet moans escape her lips every now and then, building up my courage to lean in and take one of her buds into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
"Oh my, y/n!" Zelda groans, digging her nails into my neck, before tugging on my hair gently. "I need you, dear," she moans, and I look up at her, before grabbing her waist and picking her up. Zelda gasps and wraps her arms and legs around me.
I carry her to the bed and crawl on top of her. I have no idea where all the confidence suddenly comes from, but I brush my lips against hers while caressing her sides gently. The kiss becomes hungrier and more passionate each second, moans spilling from both of our lips as the redhead pulls me against her, our breasts rubbing against one another. She quickly undresses me with her skilled hands until I'm completely naked. Then Zelda pulls me against her body again, and it feels so much better without any barriers in between us. I kiss her lips passionately, before moving on to her neck, sucking on her pulse point until there's a light purple mark. She groans and scratches my back slightly.
Moving down to her chest, I pay both of her breast equal attention, making her squirm underneath me with desire, before kissing down her stomach and settling between her thighs. She spreads her legs wide for me, giving me a perfect view of her glistening core. I place plenty of kisses on both of her thighs, before, at last, giving her center the attention it craves. Parting her folds with my fingers, I lick her slit and swirl my tongue around her clit, causing her to buck her hips into my face and release a loud groan. Then, I tease her entrance with one finger, gathering the juices that have already spilt out of her. I push my finger into her and suck her sensitive bud into my mouth.
Adding another finger after a few minutes, I place my other hand on her breast, massaging it and playing with her nipple as I thrust harder into her. Her moans become louder, my name rolling off her tongue like a prayer. "Oh my Y/N!" she screams as she tumbles over the edge, pulling me up and kissing me lazily.
"You are amazing, dear," Zelda smiles, her head resting on my shoulder and her arms wrapped around my waist.
"YOU are amazing, Zelda. But I think I have to study you some more to perfect my drawings," I smirk and pull her on top of me. She places her hands on my chest and grins.
"Of course, dear. Study me all you want, as long as I can do the same." She winks and kisses me hungrily.
I can't believe that this is actually real. It all just feels like one of the best dreams I've ever had, but I'm glad that I won't wake up from it, ever.
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Masterlist Taglist ✰ He was a warlock and you were a mortal ✰ There was no reason for the two of you to meet, except for the fact that your younger brother, Harvey, was dating Sabrina ✰ You first met Ambrose when you were picking Harvey up from the Spellman mortuary one night ✰ Normally he would always be outside at the time you agreed, but he wasn't even answering your texts or phone calls, and you had enough ✰ Ambrose was walking towards the kitchen for a cup of tea when he heard the knocking at the door, and he wondered who could have been visiting at that hour of the night ✰ He couldn't believe his eyes when he opened the front door ✰ You were absolutely beautiful ✰ "Hi, i'm Y/N Kinkle, I'm here to pick up my brother, he's not answering his phone" ✰ He couldn't take his eyes off you which made you blush, but you couldn't keep your eyes off him either ✰ He invited you in for a cup of tea and you accepted, not seeing the harm in having tea with a cute boy ✰ You ended up giving him your phone number and you would text each other all the time ✰ You found yourself smiling when his name would appear on your phone ✰ That was when you knew you were in trouble ✰ You started visiting the mortuary more often, even if your brother wasn't there ✰ You and Ambrose would watch movies together ✰ Drink tea together ✰ Stargaze together ✰ Read together ✰ He quickly became your best friend, despite the fact that you found it odd that you never hung out outside his home ✰ But you never questioned it ✰ He was terrified to tell you about magic, after all those times he told Sabrina that witches and mortals couldn't mix ✰ To his surprise, and relief, you ended up having a very positive reaction ✰ You always had a feeling there was something magical about Greendale ✰ After the truth came out, you had an even closer bond than you did before ✰ He would show you all sorts of minor spells that left you amazed ✰ During the school year he would help you study for your college classes ✰ He was in awe about how smart you were ✰ It was one of the things he loved the most about you ✰ That and your never ending kindness towards others ✰ Sabrina shipped you two from the beginning, getting frustrated that the two of you denied your feelings ✰ She saw you as an older sister to look up to, coming to you with all her teenage problems ✰ The fact that you got along with his family is what really cemented his feelings for you ✰ He asked you out during one of your study sessions ✰ He had never been this nervous before, but he couldn't wait any longer ✰ He dressed nicely ✰ He made flowers appear out of nowhere ✰ He had prepared a whole speech ✰ He started panicking when you started tearing up, thinking he had said something wrong ✰ It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you ✰ He relaxed when you threw yourself into his arms, accepting his request, a huge grin taking over his face ✰ From then on you were both the happiest you had ever been ✰ He constantly had a hand on you ✰ Whether it was an arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, resting a hand on your thigh ✰ Your lips were addicting to him as well, he would take any opportunity to kiss you ✰ You would have home dates all the time ✰ He would call you darling and you would call him honey or love ✰ You would steal his clothes all the time, loving the smell of his cologne ✰ He thought they looked better on you anyway ✰ You would talk about the places you would visit together once he was no longer on house arrest ✰ He comforted you when Tommy died, holding you as you cried, knowing how much your brother meant to you ✰ You comforted him when he would get upset about his house arrest ✰ He would read to you while you were cuddled up in bed, his soothing voice lulling you to sleep ✰ He would place a gentle kiss on your forehead before drifting to sleep himself ✰ He no longer needed to dream because they all came true the moment you walked into his life
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