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Hey guys, I I'm sorry if I haven't been around lately and that's because I was working on the book that it's out now on Amazon!!!
If you like Greek mythology and books that are in a cyberpunk with a hacker protagonist and a really infuriating God of war, corporate espionage and high stake situations
THE OLYMPIANS HACKER is your book, In the Olympians hacker, we see the story of a hacker protagonist who happens to end up in a corporate situationship with a the greek God of war. Yes, the Greek Pantheon is here to entertain.
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Hey guys i'm happy to announce that ill be publishing a book in March 25th, when I come out ill be sharing the link so people can go get it
welcome to my first debut novel that will be published at March 25th, the book is about a hacker who gets involved with the greek gods, yep you heard it, its greek mythology meets cyberpunk world, there is a lot of things, tere is romance, there is tension, there is drama, there is a really angry and cute war god who wants to protect but she makes it hard, corporation world, a best friend who doesn't desapear mis book.
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Here’s a gentle, heartfelt story for anyone who needed a little comfort after Avatar 3. This part focuses on Tonowari, Pril, and the quiet moments of healing and support that come after loss. I hope it brings a little warmth to your day/night ^^
Reader Note: This is pure fluff and slow comfort. No action, no danger—just quiet moments, soft emotions, and tiny bonds forming. Take a deep breath and enjoy the calm.
Summary: Weeks after the events of Avatar 3, Tonowari struggles to navigate leadership, grief, and caring for baby Pril. You, in your Avatar body, have been helping him and the clan find yourself holding more than just the baby—you hold pieces of his heart as he begins to trust again, leaning on your quiet support.
Warning: Mild emotional themes of grief and loss, mentions of Ronal’s passing, soft domestic situations, comforting, tender fluff, found-family vibes.
Not silent—never silent—but subdued, like it was holding its breath. The tide lapped gently against the marui’s stilts, and even the waves seemed to know better than to shout.
You had stayed. You had been here for weeks, helping where you could, even though the world still felt foreign with blue skin and long, lanky limbs. Your mornings were usually simple: wake up, eat something small, do what needed doing, and try not to think too hard.
Today, that plan failed the moment you heard her cry.
Pril.
The baby’s wails were small but sharp, cutting through the calm like a stone skipping over water. You hurried through the narrow paths of the reef village, your bare feet wet from the shallow pools. The smell of salt and seaweed clung to your skin.
Tonowari was already there, standing near the sleeping mat, broad shoulders tense. Pril was in his arms, her tiny body wriggling and kicking, her cries high-pitched and insistent. He swayed slightly, murmuring under his breath in Na’vi, each word rough with fatigue and frustration.
He hadn’t noticed you yet.
“Hey,” you said softly, stepping closer.
Tonowari looked up, and for a moment, his gaze lingered on you—relief, maybe, or just the comfort of not being alone. He didn’t answer. He just exhaled slowly, letting some invisible weight shift a little.
“She will not sleep,” he admitted finally, his voice low.
You nodded. “I know,” you said, stepping closer. “May I?”
He hesitated, eyes flicking to Pril, then back to you. Finally, he carefully passed her over. Her tiny body trembled against your chest, and immediately, her cries sharpened, more urgent now.
“She’s… restless,” Tonowari said quietly.
“I know,” you whispered. “It’s okay. It’s just… a hard night.”
He didn’t respond, just stayed near, letting you lean against him.
Pril’s little fists batted at your chest, her tail flicking, her eyes squeezing shut as she wailed. You shifted, rocking slowly, murmuring a low, wordless hum, but she didn’t quiet immediately. Babies didn’t always respond instantly, and this one had all the persistence of a reef fish darting in and out of the currents.
Tonowari’s gaze softened, and he said nothing, only watching. For a moment, his mind drifted. He remembered Ronal, holding one of their older sons long ago, humming softly in the moonlight while he had stood nearby, unsure how to help. That memory hurt, but it also reminded him that he could learn—could try.
You hummed again, moving your head gently against Pril’s, letting her feel the steady rhythm of your heart. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, her wails softened into hiccups, then small whimpers. She shifted in your arms, resting her tiny head against your shoulder. Not asleep yet, but calmer.
Tonowari exhaled, shoulders dropping slightly. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice rough with fatigue.
“Anytime,” you said. You meant it.
He lingered there a moment, just watching you rock her, and then something else came out—a confession, quiet, hesitant.
“I… I am struggling,” he said finally. “I cannot rest. The people need me. Tsireya… she needs me.” His voice caught slightly, and he shifted his weight, uneasy. “Ronal chose her to be the next Tsahìk. She still does not know. I must guide her. I must protect her. There is no room for weakness.”
You nodded silently, understanding without needing him to say more. You could see it in the way his hands trembled slightly, in the tension of his jaw, in the tired lines around his eyes.
“And… you,” he said, voice softer now, almost vulnerable. “Even though you are… human… you have been here. Helping. Watching. Supporting. I… I am grateful.”
You blinked at him, unsure if he realized how much that simple admission warmed your chest. “I’m happy to help,” you murmured. “You don’t have to carry it all alone.”
For a moment, Tonowari allowed himself to lean a little closer, shoulders brushing yours as he watched you cradle Pril. The baby’s hiccups turned into tiny sighs of comfort. You hummed again, lightly stroking her tiny arms.
“You make it… easier,” he admitted softly. “Even if I do not always… understand you, or why you chose to stay. Even so…” He glanced down at Pril, then back at you. “I can put that aside. Because you… are here. And she… is calmer. Because of you.”
You smiled faintly, feeling warmth spread through your chest. He wasn’t perfect, and he didn’t have to be. And neither did you.
The reef stretched around you in silence, filled only by the gentle swish of water against stilts and the quiet breaths of a tiny baby. Tonowari’s hand brushed yours again, tentative but sure, and he let it linger.
For a little while, at least, there was peace.
Pril’s hiccups slowed, and finally, finally, she drifted into a quiet, even sleep. Her tiny body relaxed completely against your chest, the faint rise and fall of her breathing steady. You adjusted her carefully, tucking her head against your shoulder and holding her a little closer, letting her warmth seep into your skin.
Tonowari let out a long, quiet breath and sank onto the mat beside you, leaning against the wooden support of the marui. His shoulders sagged, the tension in his body finally giving way. For the first time in days, you noticed the weight he carried wasn’t just in his arms—it was in the slump of his spine, the set of his jaw, the way his eyes flicked around the room like he was still watching, still alert.
“You…” he began, voice soft, hesitant, “…you make this easier. Even when I am tired. Even when I cannot rest.”
You smiled faintly, still humming a soft, wordless tune for Pril. “You don’t have to carry it all alone,” you murmured.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he spoke again, there was a quiet honesty there that made your chest ache. “I think of her sometimes,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Ronal. The first time she held Aonung… the way she sang to him, soft, patient… I… I wish I could have remembered every detail. I…” His words faltered, caught between grief and fatigue.
You shifted slightly, brushing your hand against his as you held Pril. “You’re trying,” you said gently. “That’s enough. You’re doing the best you can.”
Tonowari’s eyes opened slowly, meeting yours. For a moment, he just stared, as if weighing whether it was safe to trust the words. Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded. “Yes… yes, I am trying. But the people… Tsireya… she needs me, too. I cannot fail her, not when she has so much responsibility ahead. She does not yet know. I must guide her as Ronal would have.”
You leaned just a little closer, letting the warmth of your body brush against his arm. “Then let me help,” you said softly. “I’ve been here. I can watch her while you rest for a moment. You don’t have to shoulder everything.”
A faint, almost shy smile tugged at his lips. “You… you are human,” he said, words heavy with thought. “And yet… you are here. You care. You… help. It is strange, but… comforting.”
“It doesn’t matter what I am,” you replied, shrugging lightly. “What matters is that she sleeps. That you can rest. That we’re… helping together.”
He glanced down at Pril, her tiny hand curling against your collarbone, and then back at you. His expression softened, guarded walls lowering ever so slightly. “I… I am grateful,” he said, voice low. “Even if I wrestle with the thought of what you are. I… I can put that aside. Because you… are here. And she… sleeps.”
The reef stretched around you in peaceful quiet. The faint sway of the marui, the gentle rush of the tide, Pril’s even breathing… it felt almost like a bubble of calm.
Tonowari shifted closer, shoulders brushing yours again. Tentative, careful, as if testing whether he could let himself rest against someone else. And for a moment, you allowed yourself to let him.
“You can lean,” you said quietly, fingers brushing against his forearm. “It’s okay. You can rest a little.”
He hesitated, then slowly leaned against you, a small, almost imperceptible exhale leaving him as if he had been holding it for too long. You hummed again, soft, steady, letting him feel that he wasn’t alone.
And for the first time in weeks, Tonowari let himself relax, even if just a little, in the quiet warmth of the moment, surrounded by the soft blue of the reef, a sleeping baby, and someone who truly cared.
The weight of duty still lingered, the memories of loss still whispered in the corners of his mind—but for now, it was enough to simply breathe, to simply be.
How’s it going? I know I don’t post much, and that’s because I’ve been busy writing a book that I’m planning to publish on KDP. I’m looking for a couple of friendly beta readers to give me feedback before it goes live.
(Don’t worry—I’ll still be posting more stories about So’lek and other characters)
The book is a Romance / Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy Romance with a Greek mythology twist, and the protagonist is a hacker navigating both the modern world and mythological mysteries. It’s around 80,000–90,000 words, and I’d love honest thoughts on the plot, characters, pacing—basically anything you feel could be improved!
No payment required—just your time and honest feedback. If you’re interested, please write it in the comments and I’ll contact you. If you have any questions about the book, feel free to write them there as well. I’d be super grateful .
For @mr-marcus18 and @brokencosmic – Here’s the second part, as promised! This part dives deep into the more intense, primal side of So’lek and the consequences of defiance. Brace yourself, because things get very heated. I hope you enjoy it ^^
Reader Note: I may have gone a bit far with this one. You’re free to read, but if it makes you uncomfortable, it’s completely okay to skip this part. Your mental health is important to me, so please take care of yourself. Love ya 💙
Summary: The confrontation with So’lek escalates into a raw and intense encounter. Your fear, his dominance, and the dangerous pull between you reach a breaking point, taking you both into his hidden lair.
Warning: Explicit sexual content, non-consensual/coercive themes, aggressive behavior, manhandling, power imbalance, sexual violence, rough intimacy, psychological intensity, possessive behavior
You stared up at So'lek, heart pounding in your ears. The threat was clear in his voice, in the way he gripped your throat, in the intensity of his gaze. But it was the undertone that made your skin prickle—something feral and hungry that had nothing to do with violence.
This was a man who'd survived alone for decades, carrying the weight of his entire clan's destruction. You'd seen what that kind of loss could do—how it twisted people into something unrecognizable. He was broken, you realized, but not in the way you'd expected.
He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm gonna breed you, demon," he growled, the words low and rough. "Gonna fill you with my seed until you're round with it. Gonna make a new Trr'ong outta you."
You shuddered at the raw hunger in his voice, a mix of rage and lust and something deeper that sent a forbidden thrill through you. This was wrong, every instinct screamed, but your body didn't seem to care. Heat pooled low in your belly, your skin tingling where his fingers dug into your flesh.
"W-What makes you think I'll let you?" you managed to stammer out, but it was a weak protest and you both knew it.
He laughed, the sound dark and cruel. "You gonna stop me, demon?" He punctuated the question by tightening his grip on your throat. "Gonna try and fight me off?" His free hand trailed down your side, his calloused fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to bruise.
You couldn't help but whimper, arching into his touch. He seemed to know exactly how to touch you to draw out the most response, his hands roaming over your body with bruising force. It was overwhelming, the intensity of it, the way he consumed all your senses until you could barely breathe.
So'lek took advantage of your momentary distraction to grab you and throw you down onto the ground. You hit the dirt hard, the breath knocked out of you. Before you could recover, he was on top of you, straddling your hips and pinning your wrists above your head.
"You're gonna be a good demon for me," he growled, his face inches from yours. "Gonna let me use this body until it breaks." He rocked his hips forward, grinding against you in a filthy parody of a kiss.
You could feel the hard length of him through his clothing, pressing insistently against your thigh. Your eyes widened as the implications hit you—this wasn't just about revenge for him. This was about possession, about claiming something for himself after losing everything.
His hands roamed over your body, fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises. "Gonna make you scream for me," he promised darkly. "Gonna fuck this tight little hole until you forget your own name."
His words sent a shock of pleasure through you, forbidden and intense. You wanted to deny it, to cling to some shred of dignity, but your body betrayed you. Your hips bucked up against his, seeking more of that delicious friction.
So'lek took that as an invitation. He ripped your shirt open, exposing your chest to the cool air. Then he leaned down and closed his mouth over one nipple, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pain-pleasure through you.
You cried out, arching into his touch as he sucked and bit at your sensitive flesh. His hands roamed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your pants to grab your ass. He squeezed hard enough to leave handprints, then shoved two fingers deep into your hole without preamble.
"Fuck," he growled against your skin. "You're tight. Gonna feel good around my cock."
You could barely focus, your nipple throbbed as if your body didn't know whether it was feeling pleasure or pain. A cry escaped your lips as his fingers moved deeper than you could have imagined - maybe because Na'vi were twice as large as humans. You swore you felt his fingers deep inside until they hit your cervix.
You wanted to protest when his other hand came to cup your breast. His four-fingered hand almost engulfed it, making your breasts look laughable in comparison. But you had no time to ponder on that as his fingers started massaging your dusky nipple, soon reducing you to a moaning mess. With one hand working you from the inside and the other on your chest, you felt like you were going to float out of your body.
"Look at you," Sol'ek grumbled, "such a lewd look on your face. You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? Disgusting demon." As he spoke, his hand moved faster, creating slick sounds from your pussy that sounded erotic even to your own ears. Now that your hands were free from his grasp, you wrapped your arms around his biceps for dear life. You were almost at the edge when he suddenly stopped his ministrations.
A small cry escaped you as he withdrew his fingers. Forcing yourself to look at him, you hadn't realized your eyes had closed until just now. He looked down at the two fingers glistening with your moisture, pupils blown wide as his ears twitched and tail coiled around your left ankle with a forceful tug. He ripped your pants apart without hesitation.
"Hey, stop breaking my clothes!" you protested. Sol'ek seemed not to care about your clothes; for all you knew, he probably hated everything about humans. You were so transfixed by how feral he looked that you barely had time to react as he held your hips and lifted you up effortlessly. Braced yourself as he smelled your core deeply, a blush creeping across your face as his mouth made contact with dripping pussy lips. His tongue leaped out to lap up the moisture there, making you cry out. Your hands flew to his hair, trying to hold onto something - anything - as he devoured you.
Your body trembled beneath So'lek's unyielding grip, the humid air of Pandora's forest thick with the scent of damp earth and your own arousal. His broad tongue lapped at your soaked pussy with relentless hunger, delving deep into your folds, swirling around your clit before plunging back inside to taste every drop of your essence. You gasped, hips bucking involuntarily against his mouth as waves of unwanted pleasure crashed through you. 'Please... stop,' you whimpered, but your voice cracked, betraying the heat building in your core. His yellow eyes locked onto yours, fierce and possessive, as he growled low in his throat, the vibration sending shudders up your spine.
He didn't stop. Instead, his large hands pinned your thighs wider apart, fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave marks. His tongue thrust deeper, fucking your entrance with wet, obscene strokes, sucking your clit between his lips until it throbbed under the pressure. You clawed at the mossy ground, moans spilling from your lips despite the fear twisting in your gut. The bioluminescent plants around you pulsed faintly, casting an ethereal glow on his blue skin, highlighting the scars that told stories of loss and rage. He savored you like a conqueror claiming spoils, his fangs grazing your inner thighs just enough to sting, drawing thin lines of blood that he licked away with a satisfied rumble.
Your resistance frayed as your body betrayed you, pussy clenching around nothing, juices coating his chin. 'You drip for me, sky demon,' So'lek snarled, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your swollen folds. 'Your weakness calls to my strength.' Before you could catch your breath, his tongue returned, faster now, lashing your clit in rapid flicks while two thick fingers pushed inside you, stretching your walls with their girth. They curled upward, rubbing that sensitive spot deep within, forcing a cry from your throat as your orgasm built against your will.
You came hard, body arching off the forest floor, pussy spasming around his fingers as you squirted onto his tongue. He drank it all, growling in triumph, his free hand sliding up to squeeze your breast, thumb rolling your hardened nipple. The pleasure left you dazed, limbs heavy, but So'lek wasn't done. He rose above you, his massive frame casting a shadow, cock standing rigid and throbbing—thick as your wrist, veined and leaking precum from the tip. It bobbed heavily as he positioned himself between your legs, the head nudging your entrance, still slick from his mouth.
'No—it's too big,' you protested weakly, trying to twist away, but his tail whipped around your waist, holding you firm. 'You will take it,' he commanded, voice rough with need. 'I will fill you, breed you, make you carry my legacy.' With one powerful thrust, he buried half his length inside you, your pussy stretching painfully around him, walls fluttering in protest and ecstasy. You screamed, nails raking down his arms, but he only pushed deeper, inch by inch, until his balls pressed against your ass, fully sheathed in your heat.
The fullness was overwhelming, his cock hitting places that made your vision blur. He paused for a heartbeat, letting you adjust, his claws tracing your hips before he pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal rhythm. Each thrust jolted your body, breasts bouncing, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the trees. 'Fuck, you're so tight,' you gasped, hating how good it felt, how your pussy clenched greedily around him, milking his shaft. So'lek leaned down, fangs sinking into your shoulder—not breaking skin this time, but marking you with the pressure—as he pounded harder, hips snapping with feral intensity.
He flipped you suddenly, onto your hands and knees, the forest floor rough against your palms. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back as he re-entered you from behind, cock driving deeper in this angle, the head battering your cervix. 'Scream for me, demon,' he demanded, one hand reaching around to rub your clit in rough circles, the other slapping your ass, the sting blooming into heat that made you push back against him. You did scream, moans mixing with sobs as pleasure coiled tight again, his tail coiling around your thigh to spread you wider.
Distant sounds pierced the haze—rustling leaves, perhaps ikran calls or worse, RDA patrols—but So'lek didn't falter. He fucked you like the world was ending, growls turning to Na'vi curses as his pace quickened. 'Oel ngati kameie... but twisted. You are mine to break, to fill.' His cock swelled inside you, ridges dragging along your walls, and you shattered a second time, pussy gushing around him, legs quaking. That pushed him over the edge; with a roar that shook the vines overhead, he thrust deep and came, hot ropes of cum flooding your womb, spilling out around his base to drip down your thighs.
He didn't pull out right away, staying buried as his body slumped over yours, both of you panting in the afterglow. Cum leaked from your stuffed pussy, marking you as his. Gently—almost tenderly—he withdrew, only to scoop you up in his arms, your body limp against his chest. 'You fight no more tonight,' he murmured, carrying you toward the shadows of his hidden lair, a vine-choked ruin where he'd continue your 'taming' under the stars. The forest whispered around you, alive with possibilities—of escape, surrender, or something deeper born from this primal union.
The journey to So'lek's lair blurred in your exhausted haze, his strong arms cradling you like a prize as he navigated the twisting paths of Pandora's undergrowth. Vines brushed against your bare skin, cool and slick, while the distant hum of nocturnal creatures filled the air. Your pussy still throbbed from his rough claiming, cum trickling down your inner thighs with each step he took, a sticky reminder of his seed deep inside you. You pressed weakly against his chest, murmuring half-formed protests, but his grip tightened, his breath warm against your ear. 'Rest now, tawtute,' he rumbled, the Na'vi word for sky person laced with dark promise. 'Your body learns to yield.'
The lair emerged from the shadows—a crumbling remnant of an ancient Na'vi outpost, overgrown with thick bioluminescent vines that glowed softly in hues of blue and purple. Moss carpeted the stone floor, and a natural alcove shielded it from prying eyes, though faint RDA searchlights flickered on the horizon, a reminder of the dangers lurking beyond. So'lek lowered you onto a bed of woven leaves, your limbs splayed out, but before you could scramble away, he moved with predatory grace. His tail lashed out, coiling around your ankle and yanking your legs apart, exposing your swollen, cum-smeared pussy to the cool night air.
'You think this ends?' he growled, kneeling between your thighs, his cock already hardening again, rising thick and heavy from its sheath. The sight made your breath hitch—veins pulsing along its length, the tip glistening with fresh precum. He grabbed a nearby vine, thick and flexible, and looped it around your wrists, binding them above your head to a sturdy root protruding from the wall. The rough texture bit into your skin, holding you immobile as he tested the restraint with a tug. 'I will teach you submission, fill you until you beg for my knot.'
His free hand roamed your body, claws scraping lightly over your breasts, pinching your nipples until they peaked painfully. You arched, a mix of fear and lingering arousal twisting in your gut. 'So'lek... please, it's too much,' you whispered, but your voice wavered, hips shifting despite yourself. He chuckled low, a sound that vibrated through the air, and leaned down to capture your mouth in a bruising kiss. His fangs nipped your lower lip, drawing a bead of blood that he sucked away, tongue invading your mouth with the same relentless hunger he'd shown your pussy earlier.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth downward, fangs grazing your collarbone, then your stomach, leaving red welts in his wake. When he reached your core, he didn't hesitate—his tongue flicked out, lapping at the mess he'd made, cleaning his own cum from your folds before delving inside to scoop more. You moaned, the sensation overwhelming, your bound hands straining against the vine as his mouth worked you over. He sucked your clit hard, teeth grazing it just enough to make you yelp, then plunged his tongue deep, fucking you with it while his fingers spread your ass cheeks, one thick digit circling your tight rear entrance.
'No—not there,' you gasped, but he ignored you, pushing the finger in slowly, the stretch burning as it breached your untouched hole. His tongue kept thrusting into your pussy, syncing with the finger that began to pump in and out, preparing you. The dual invasion made your body quake, juices flowing freely now, mixing with his saliva. He added a second finger to your ass, scissoring them to widen you, all while his cock throbbed against your thigh, leaking steadily. 'You take me everywhere,' he declared, voice muffled against your skin. 'Every part of you is mine to claim.'
Satisfied with your loosening, he withdrew his fingers and rose, positioning his cock at your pussy once more. But this time, he aimed higher, the slick head pressing against your ass. Panic surged through you. 'Wait—too big, it'll tear me!' you cried, twisting in your bonds. His yellow eyes burned with intensity, one hand clamping over your mouth as he pushed forward. The tip popped past your ring, stretching you impossibly wide, pain lancing through you as inch after inch sank in. You screamed into his palm, tears streaming down your cheeks, but he didn't stop, feeding his cock deeper until half his length filled your ass, your walls clenching desperately around the intrusion.
He groaned, hips rocking shallowly at first, letting you adjust to the burn. 'So tight... like Eywa's grip,' he hissed, removing his hand from your mouth to grip your hip instead. Slowly, he thrust deeper, the friction building heat that blurred the line between agony and pleasure. Your pussy clenched emptily, aching for attention, and he noticed, sliding two fingers into it to rub your inner walls while his cock claimed your ass. The fullness was maddening—his fingers curling to hit your g-spot, his shaft dragging along nerves that sparked fireworks behind your eyes.
You came unexpectedly, body convulsing, pussy squirting around his fingers as waves of ecstasy ripped through you. So'lek snarled in response, pulling his fingers free to slap your clit sharply, prolonging your orgasm until you sobbed. Then he moved, pulling back and slamming in fully, his balls slapping your ass with each brutal drive. The vine creaked under your pulls, your body jolting with every impact, breasts heaving. He leaned over you, fangs sinking into the curve of your neck, drawing blood this time as he fucked your ass harder, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet lair.
External noises intruded again—twigs snapping nearby, perhaps a thanator prowling or human scouts closing in—but So'lek only fucked you faster, as if the threat fueled his dominance. His tail wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim, stars bursting in your vision. 'Scream my name,' he demanded, hand reaching down to fist your hair. 'Tell Eywa you are mine.' You did, voice breaking as another climax built, your ass milking his cock with rhythmic squeezes. He roared, thrusting erratically, and flooded your bowels with hot cum, the overflow leaking out as he ground deep, marking you from the inside.
Panting, he finally stilled, cock softening inside you before he pulled out with a wet pop. Cum dribbled from both your holes, pooling beneath you on the leaves. He untied the vine from your wrists but left the marks, rubbing your sore limbs gently—a rare softness in his eyes, shadowed by the pain of his past losses. 'You bleed for me, tawtute,' he murmured, licking the bite on your neck clean. 'But in time, you will crave it.' He gathered you close, bodies entwined in the glowing dimness, the night stretching ahead with unspoken promises of more—more breaking, more filling, more twisted bonds forged in the heart of Pandora.
The searchlights grew closer, casting erratic beams through the vines, but for now, in his arms, surrender felt like the only path left.
For @mr-marcus18 and @brokencosmic - Here's the first part! The interesting stuff comes in part two, sorry if I took so long to upload this, hope you like it ^^", this is part one because what I wrote is to long to be posting it in two parts, I asure you I'll poste the second part right after this first upload
Summary: You're a human who wandered too far into Na'vi territory, and So'lek finds you. Your defiance only makes things worse.
That's what you were thinking as you stumbled over another root, your breathing heavy and uneven. The RDA facility you'd escaped from was miles behind you now, but you could still hear the distant hum of their machines echoing in your nightmares. You weren't going back. You'd rather die out here than go back to that place.
The Western Frontier of Pandora was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. Bioluminescent plants glowed softly as evening approached, and the sounds of creatures you couldn't name filled the air. You'd been wandering for two days now, living off whatever fruits looked safe enough to eat and water from streams.
You were so focused on not tripping again that you didn't notice the figure watching you from the shadows.
By the time you sensed something was wrong, it was too late.
A hand clamped over your mouth from behind, yanking you backward against a solid chest. You tried to scream, but the grip was iron. Another arm wrapped around your torso, lifting you clean off your feet as you kicked uselessly at the air.
"Stop fighting, sawtute," a deep voice growled in your ear, accented and sharp with barely controlled rage.
You were spun around roughly and shoved against a tree trunk, finally getting a look at your captor. A Na'vi warrior—tall, muscular, with traditional tattoos and scars crossing his blue skin. But what caught your attention was the RDA rifle slung across his back alongside a traditional bow. His amber eyes were cold, calculating, filled with a hatred that made your blood run cold.
And there was something else there. Something broken.
"I'm not—" you started.
"Quiet." He pressed his forearm against your throat, not enough to choke but enough to make his point. "I know what you are. I can smell the sky demon on you."
"I left the RDA," you managed to gasp out. "I'm not with them anymore—"
"You think that matters?" His voice was low and dangerous, each word deliberate. "You think running away erases what your kind did? What you took from us?"
There was something deeply personal in his anger. This wasn't just general hatred for humans—this was specific. Targeted.
"I didn't—" you tried again, but he grabbed your arm with bruising force and yanked you away from the tree.
"Walk." He shoved you forward, keeping one hand fisted in the back of your shirt. "And if you try to run, I'll make sure you regret it."
You stumbled forward, his grip never loosening. Every time you tried to slow down or turn to look at him, he pushed you harder. The forest seemed to close in around you as he marched you through terrain you didn't recognize, moving with the confidence of someone who knew every inch of this land.
"Where are you taking me?" you demanded, trying to keep the tremor out of your voice.
"Somewhere the RDA won't find you. Or me." His tone was flat, emotionless. "Keep moving."
You noticed things about him as you walked—the way he moved silently despite his size, how his eyes constantly scanned the environment, the tension in his shoulders that never relaxed. This was a man who'd survived by being alert, by trusting nothing and no one.
The scar across his chest looked like it had come from something devastating.
Eventually, you reached a camp hidden between massive trees and rock formations. It was sparse and utilitarian—weapons, supplies, a small fire pit, a hammock. Nothing personal. Nothing that suggested this was a home rather than just a place to survive.
He shoved you down onto the ground hard enough that you had to catch yourself with your hands. You glared up at him as he stood over you, arms crossed, that RDA rifle a stark reminder of his complicated relationship with your kind.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Does it matter to you?"
Wrong answer. He crouched down fast, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to meet his eyes. His fingers dug into your skin hard enough to bruise. "I don't have patience for sky demon games. Answer me."
You tried to jerk away, but his grip tightened. "Nobody. I'm nobody important."
"Nobody." He released you with a slight push, standing again. "Nobody who walks through Resistance territory. Nobody who escaped from an RDA facility. Nobody who just happens to end up here."
"I didn't know this was—"
"You didn't know." He laughed, but there was no humor in it—only bitterness. "That's what you all say. You didn't know what the RDA was doing. Didn't know about the clans they destroyed. Didn't know about the Na'vi they killed." His voice dropped to something dangerous. "Didn't know about the Trr'ong."
The name hung in the air like a ghost.
"I don't—I don't know what that is," you admitted quietly.
His expression went dark. "Of course you don't. Why would you? They were just another clan in your way. Another problem for the RDA to eliminate." He paced like a caged animal, his hand gripping the knife at his belt. "Twenty years. Twenty years I've survived alone because your kind decided my people were expendable."
The pieces started coming together—the isolation of the camp, the mix of Na'vi and human weapons, the bone-deep rage that never quite left his eyes.
He was the last one. The only survivor.
"I'm sorry," you said, and you meant it.
He whirled on you. "Sorry?" He closed the distance in two strides, grabbing your shirt and hauling you to your feet. "You're sorry? Your people took everything—my clan, my family, my world—and you think sorry fixes that?"
"No! I know it doesn't, but—"
"But nothing!" He shoved you back down. "You're all the same. You take and take and take, and then you say sorry like it means something."
You pushed yourself to your feet again, defiance overriding survival instinct. "What do you want from me then? You want me to pay for what they did? Fine! But I can't change the past, and I can't change what I am!"
"What you are," he repeated, his voice going dangerously quiet as he stepped closer, "is a sky demon. A plague that won't leave even when the RDA pulls back."
"Then kill me!" The words burst out of you, voice cracking. "If that's all I am to you, if there's no difference between me and them, then just do it already!"
The challenge hung between you like a live wire.
So'lek went utterly still. Then, slowly, deliberately, he closed the remaining distance until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your throat—not squeezing, just holding you in place as he forced you to meet his gaze.
When he spoke, his voice was low, rough, filled with something darker than just anger.
"Sky demons took everything from me. Destroyed my clan. It's only fair you're gonna help me revive it." His thumb pressed against your pulse point. "Won't you, demon?"
Your breath caught as the full weight of his words settled over you—and you realized this wasn't about killing you at all.
You worked for Karl Heisenberg, though you usually called him “Magnet” because of his powers.
Your days were simple enough: wake up, have breakfast, walk around the factory, help Karl with the machinery, and, if you were lucky, step outside to gaze at the sun—or, as you liked to call it, “making yourself blind.”
You never liked the outside world, which was why you chose to stay in the factory. It spared you from thinking about your unhealthy relationship with mechanical things. You swore you were cursed—any time you worked on a machine alone, it either broke down or completely shut off. Karl found your misfortune endlessly amusing.
Today was one of those days. Karl was out at a “family” meeting, leaving you alone in the factory.
“Damn it!”
You screamed in frustration for what felt like the two hundredth time. You’d been working on a small cleaning machine to help with the dust everywhere, but as always, problems piled up. First, you’d cut your palm on the blade underneath the machine. Then you lost a screw. And to top it all off, the factory’s electricity decided to malfunction.
“I swear, if this keeps up, I’m never getting out of bed again,” you muttered to yourself, your voice echoing in the empty space. You were alone, after all. Honestly, you needed a break—your frustration was driving you nuts. And it wasn’t like you could go cry to Karl about it since he was away.
After another twenty minutes of getting nowhere, you gave up and wobbled to your room, deciding to sleep off your frustration.
You blinked awake, groggy but a bit calmer—until you saw Karl’s hammer hovering above you, about to slam down on your head.
“Fuck no!”
You screamed, rolling out of bed and hitting the floor just as the hammer crashed onto your bed, breaking it in two. The hammer floated ominously, swinging like it had a mind of its own. But you knew exactly who was behind this.
“Fuck you, Karl,” you grumbled, standing up and brushing the dust off your clothes. Storming out of your room, you made a beeline for Karl’s office, determined to make him pay for nearly killing you and destroying your favorite place to rest.
You slammed his door open, ready to unleash hell.
“Karl, you piece of shit!”
You screamed at the man, who wasn’t even paying attention. Annoyed by his indifference, you grabbed a screwdriver lying nearby and stabbed him in the shoulder with it.
“Y/N, what the fuck?!” Karl roared, shoving you away, his tone laced with anger.
Blinded by your fury, you lunged to stab him again, but he was quicker this time, using his powers to fling the screwdriver out of your hand. Undeterred, you jumped at him with fists flying. He blocked every punch, which only added to your frustration. Desperate, you aimed a kick at his groin, but he shifted just in time, making you hit his thigh instead. Before you could regain your footing, he trapped your leg between his.
Now off-balance, you had to grab onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso to avoid falling flat on your face.
“What the fuck is right, Karl!” you growled. “You destroyed my room!”
Karl growled right back.
“You destroy my factory every damn day, and I don’t go around stabbing you for it!”
You paused because… well, he wasn’t wrong. But you weren’t about to admit it. You started squirming, trying to free your leg, but Karl kept it pinned, clearly enjoying your struggle.
“Let me go, you asshole!” you shouted, smacking your palm against his chest repeatedly. When that didn’t work, you resorted to pinching his nipple and twisting it hard.
Karl howled in pain then shoved you back with enough force to send you stumbling a few steps. He clutched his chest where you’d inflicted your very justified revenge.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he snapped, glaring at you as if you were the unreasonable one in this situation.
“Oh, I don’t know, Karl,” you shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe it’s the fact that you tried to crush me with your giant freaking hammer? Or maybe it’s because my bed is now a pile of rubble! Take your pick!”
Karl rolled his eyes like you were being dramatic. “I wasn’t actually trying to crush you,” he muttered, straightening up.
“Oh, well, that makes it so much better,” you retorted, throwing your hands in the air. “Next time, just say you’re summoning me instead of trying to turn me into factory paste!”
Karl gave you a lopsided grin—the kind that said he knew exactly how much he was irritating you and enjoyed every second of it. “What’s the fun in that? I figured this would wake you up quicker.”
“Wake me up quicker?!” You were practically foaming at the mouth now. “Karl, I’m going to—”
“Relax, will you? You’re fine. Aren’t you?” He gestured to you dismissively, as if nearly killing you was a minor inconvenience.
You glared at him, hands clenching into fists. “Oh, I’m fine all right. Fine enough to kick your ass.”
Karl laughed, loud and hearty, like you’d just told the funniest joke he’d heard all week. “Kick my ass? Sure, sweetheart. I’d like to see you try.”
You didn’t need more of an invitation. Fueled by your rage, you lunged at him again, this time aiming for his smug face. Karl caught your wrist mid-air, holding it with ease like you were a misbehaving child.
“You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that,” he said, his voice taking on a mocking, almost paternal tone. “But you’re gonna need a lot more than that to take me down.”
You gritted your teeth, twisting in his grip. “Let me go, Magnet, or I swear—”
“What? You’ll scream at me some more? Maybe try to stab me again? Face it, Y/N—you’re all bark and no bite.”
Something about his tone, that mix of smugness and amusement, made your blood boil. Without thinking, you lifted your free hand and slapped him across the face. Hard.
The sound echoed through the room, and for a moment, both of you froze.
Karl slowly turned his head back to look at you, his expression shifting from shock to something much darker. His lips curled into a wicked grin, and his eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint.
“Bad move,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
Before you could respond, Karl tightened his grip on your wrist and yanked you forward, spinning you around so your back was pressed against his chest. He trapped your arms at your sides, holding you firmly in place.
“Let me go, you overgrown magnet!” you hissed, thrashing against him.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest behind you. “Not until you calm down, sweetheart. You’ve caused enough damage for one day.”
“You’re the one who broke my bed!”
“And you’re the one who stabbed me!”
You opened your mouth to retort but quickly realized you didn’t have much of an argument there. Instead, you let out a frustrated growl and stomped on his foot as hard as you could.
Karl flinched but didn’t let go. “Nice try, but it’s gonna take more than that to shake me off.”
You stopped struggling for a moment, breathing hard, and craned your neck to glare up at him. “I hate you.”
He smirked, leaning closer until his lips were near your ear. “No, you don’t.”
The night was dark, only lit by the twinkling stars from the heaven's above and the goddess of the Moon's light. Candle light fire and flower petals of roses, lotusis , irises, peonys and dahlias of every color surrounded the holy couple in a bed of flowers in the shape of a heart yet regardless to Zed none of the beauty of those things nothing could compare to Sasha. None in his centuries of living.
A light breeze graced the couple, brushing Sasha beautiful golden locks to the side as she stared at the stars, her light blue eyes shined in awe as her pale, plush lips parted into a smile. "Sasha." Zed whispered, his grey hand coming to cup her cheek, grabbing the attention of his love. "Yes, skull?" She asked, taking in the sight of her husband.
His white faded dark grey hair and his two angel like, royal blue wings raffled from the wind. He was as handsome the day they had met one other. "I wish to gift you something. You must close your eyes." Zed said moving a piece of hair out her face. "a gift for me?" Sasha teased with a grin as Zed shook his head with the tinest of smiles. "Just do it." obeying his request she closed her eyes, and practically squirmed in excitement. Oh how she loved surprises!
Zed caressed his wife's cheek with his thumb before leaning in, pressing his lips against hers in a gently kiss that soon turned heated, she tasted just like dragon fruit and raspberries with a hint of whip cream. It was an interesting taste that swirled with the strawberries and passion fruite Zed ate earlier.
Sash let out a loud moan, her back hit the bed of flowers, body bare of her clothes after the snap of Zed's fingers. Her back arched as her husband's bulbous tip traced and rubbed between her wet outer lips,spread his pearly pre-come and coating his dick with her love juices before he diped within her, his cock grow longer within her slick coated cunt, slowly pushing until his balls laid against the curve of her ass cheeks. Sasha had no time to brace herself as the Enilty above her, pullled out until only his tip was in before thrusting inside, His pace was hard yet passion, his cock bumped and nudged her cervix in a toe-curling way. the wet slaps of skin hiting skin, and her breathless moans, whines and cries echoed into the quiet night.
Zed's arm circled his wife's waist as he moved to sat back into his knees, his dick reaching places Sasha didn't know was there. She leaned back, put her hands on the ground and began to bounce on Zed's dick, her pussy felt like a heaven he never wanted to leave, she was always so warm, and tight even after all the times they had made love, the ridges of her walls stroke his cock faster.
she rolled her hips and little groans and hisses left entity of death, losing himself in the pleasure of his wife.
Sasha could feel herself getting closer and closer to that heavenly euphoria, the knot inside straining more and more. Her moans became more high pitched and her eyes rolled back, her nails digged into the dirty of her earth, her blue eyes glowed as she came with scream, a stutter in her movement.
Zed groaned, his wings thrashed. His cock throbed as his cum covered every crevice of Sasha's pulsing cunt.
The unearthly couple separated reluctantly, taking they're time to come down from their high.
Zed spoke up, "Happy birthday my love." He grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. Sasha grinned tiredly but so full of happiness, an over warming of love filled her heart, " I love you." She said softly, Zed smiled, that was only reserved for her.
"I love you for infinity."
This is for my every best friend @blackllghtshadow , you are the sweetest angel I could have ever met and I love you most. I hope you had the most amazing birthday. this is my gift to you.
Summary: tsu'tey desires to punish you una much different way than normal
Warning: raw sex, biting, dominating, some kinks, descriptive
Fuck Tsu’tey and fuck this punishment he had in mind. That’s what you thought while you tried your best to climb the many vines of the Hallelujah Mountains. Luckily, you had a strong upper half—and also, thank Eywa, Tsu’tey wasn’t that much of a dick. He was right behind you, just in case you fell, so he could grab you in time. This was a punishment, not a suicide mission, after all.
Also, you had the impression he didn’t actually hate you. Well—maybe not hate, but he tolerated you. That was the best word to use in this case.
Once you two made it to the top, you were all but thanking Eywa that it was over—or so you thought, because he gave your lower back a soft push, warning you to keep climbing. You growled in frustration, an action that made him smile. For some reason, he was taking you somewhere higher, and you couldn’t give two shits where that was. At some point, you wished you had a banshee. That way, Tsu’tey and you could just fly there. But of course, you were the only one without a banshee, so he was making you take the hard way.
You could sense he was trying not to laugh at your unimpressed face.
“We’re close,” he said, holding back his amusement.
You rolled your eyes and kept climbing.
“Can you stop staring at my ass?” you snapped at him.
It was clear you’d caught him off guard, and that made you realize you actually didn’t know what he was thinking. From his reaction alone, it was clear he hadn’t been staring at your ass like you thought.
“Did someone tell you that that smartass mouth of yours would get you in trouble? Oh wait—it always did,” he teased.
And that made you slip.
Luckily, Tsu’tey had fast reflexes. He caught you mid-fall, growling at you.
You gave him an awkward smile. “This wouldn’t have happened if you untied my wrists,” you said as an excuse.
He scoffed and just pushed you up again, making you continue the infernal climbing.
By the time you got to the top, the sun was already rising over the horizon. You looked at the view, tired but amazed. You sat down to catch your breath. Your wrists stung from all the pulling during the climb.
“Can you now untie me?” you asked Tsu’tey for the fourth time.
He growled but finally untied your wrists. Yey. You rubbed them to ease the stinging sensation.
As you were doing so, Tsu’tey was observing you. You didn’t know what he was looking at, but you almost growled at the man. Suddenly, you felt two hands grab your shoulders and his hot breath on your ear.
“If you try something funny, I’m tying you up—and punishing you in a different way.”
At that, your instinct was to punch him. He almost fell backward—of course that was going to happen if the fucker didn’t have a hold on you.
You heard him groan, and then he turned you around by force and pinned you down.
“What the fuck?! Let me go!” you screamed at him.
He didn’t answer. As you fought his hold, Tsu’tey leaned into your shoulder and bit you, making you hiss in pain. For a moment, you stopped fighting. But in your mind, you weren’t giving up.
When he almost pulled away, you wiggled to get free—but the bastard bit you harder, making you freeze again. At that, you kicked at him, officially pissed off. You connected with his side, and he stopped biting you.
He got angry, grabbed your hair, and slammed your head into the floor, making you dizzy. In that moment of disorientation, he held you down. When you came to, you felt his mouth on one of your breasts. You almost moaned, but bit your lip hard—so hard it bled.
You tried to break free but found him holding you down with his weight. You kicked again, and that only gave him the advantage of grabbing your leg with his other hand. You closed your eyes, trying not to lose yourself to the sensation of his skilled mouth on your nipple. He bit, sucked, played with it like he owned it—something that only fueled your anger.
You felt aroused and furious.
You wiggled your torso, trying to escape, but he bit down harder, making you whine—and with that whine, a moan slipped out. You shut up fast. You weren’t okay with giving in to the man who had been beating you up—but damn, his mouth was skilled.
And you weren't sure what was going to happen next—only that he tied your hands again, this time behind your back so your own body weight subdued you.
You wiggled, but he punched you—making you bite your tongue again. This time, you swore you could taste blood. You were so lost in that thought that you only came back when you felt a hand between your legs.
You growled, kicking at him and managing to strike the side of his head with your knee.
“Looks like you need to be taught who your superior is,” he growled—a hint of want in his voice that made your knees weak. You should’ve known the kick wouldn’t make him stop.
He grabbed your knee, lifted your leg to the side—almost exposing your most intimate area to his aroused, angry self. He grabbed your garment and pushed it out of the way, wanting to get a whiff of your arousal. You tried to stop him, but you couldn’t. He had you pinned down.
He pulled your leg over his shoulder, bringing his face close to your core. He let out a low growl—and it made you weaker.
That’s when you felt him bite hard on your inner thigh, making you whine again.
“This is how I want you,” he growled in a deep voice.
He stared at you. When he saw you were barely fighting anymore, he growled again.
“What, not so strong anymore? Are you that desperate for me to please your every need?” he said with a cocky tone.
At that moment, his bite moved to your hip, and then down your center, teasing you. Your hips moved on their own—and he bit you again, making you yelp.
“Be a good girl and don’t move,” he growled from between your legs.
He grabbed your tail while his mouth continued its ministrations, and then his lips found your clit. That was when your hips bucked upward, grinding your pussy onto his face. He growled and pinned your hips down as he flicked his tongue on your sensitive bundle of nerves—rough, deliberate. His teeth grazed your clit, and the sensation made you moan.
He growled while watching you, pulling away from your clit only to focus on the rest of your pussy. He opened you wide. You closed your eyes, embarrassed by what he was seeing.
He laughed at your embarrassment.
And without warning, he pushed a finger inside your pussy.
“And here I thought I needed to prepare you,” he growled.
“Shut up,” you hissed.
That was all you could say before he began pumping his finger in and out. You could feel his eyes on you. You looked away, trying to escape, arching your back—but as always, the fucker had tied you down well.
Then he inserted a second finger, curling it to find your G-spot. Your head rolled back, slamming against the floor. His mouth returned to your clit, torturing it while pleasure swirled in your stomach, building fast.
But just as you were screaming—he stopped.
Leaving you a whining mess.
He looked at you, and at that point, you didn’t care. You felt his hands grab you as he lifted your hips indecently.
Seconds later, your eyes snapped open at the sudden intrusion—there he was, the mighty Tsu’tey, thrusting himself balls deep into you.
The pain from his sudden entry, combined with the pent-up tension, had you moaning and climaxing instantly. He bit your neck hard as your walls clenched around him.
He bit deep enough to draw blood, but the pain was drowned out by the intense pleasure from his violent thrusts. His tail wrapped around your leg as your legs wrapped around his hips. He fucked you hard and good, like he’d wanted it for years.
His mouth returned to your breast, biting down and leaving a mark.
“Look at that, whining for more,” he growled. “Who’s your superior now?”
You didn’t answer, so he stopped thrusting.
“You. You!” you yelped, feeling your second orgasm approaching. He must’ve felt it, because once your high passed, he resumed pounding into you. You were lost—moaning his name, cursing him.
“Holy shit, Tsu’tey!” you screamed.
But the fucker stopped again, just as you were about to tip over the edge. You screamed in frustration.
Then, just as you were losing your mind, he resumed—fucking you harder.
Tsu’tey bit your neck again. Your legs started to shake. He went faster, rougher, until your eyes rolled back and darkness overtook you as your orgasm crashed through you. You even thought you might’ve peed yourself.
He didn’t stop.
He fucked you hard and raw through the high, thrusting one last time—so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach. He came, spilling inside you, letting out a sensual, guttural male moan as his eyes closed and his head tilted back.
You growled, pissed off.
“You could have pulled out!” you screamed.
He growled, grabbed your chin, and made you look him in the eyes.
“You don’t get the pleasure to decide,” he said darkly.And fuck, if you weren’t now his property.
This post will be uploaded in two parts since it's too long, this is the first part.
Summary: You're a hybrid between na'vi and human, the first one at that, you are defiant over tsu'tay's dominance, and he wants to punish you for disrespecting his position in the clan.
Warning: for this first part there is not much, just a bit of fighting, the interesting this comes in the second part.
You were born a hybrid, yeah a human who can breathe Pandora's air, you live in the Omatykaya clan en if the na’vi in the clan call you “txanfwìngtu'' or what humans would call a bastard, you looked human except you had tail, pointed ears and a tswin or in human language queue, the braid that na'vi had, normally there was one na’vi who scolded you for everything, that na’vi was Tsu’tey, the warrior na’vi that had eyes for Neytiri, and who wouldn’t? That woman had everything, she was brave, a boss in her own right, and she never lowered her head, she would fight the world if she had to, to be honest you had a bit of jealousy of her, you weren't as tall as a regular na’vi, maybe that was your human genes, your skin wasn’t as blue as well, it was more of a Gray blueish color.
It was night, you were looking at the stars thinking about why everyone seemed to have problems with you, you don’t know for how long you were out there, lost in your mind, suddenly you hear a strong voice “nga sweylu ke lu out fìtseng” (you shouldn't be out here) you turn your head up and there was Tsu’tey looking at you like if you were one of the ugliest things out there, you give a desperate look, “lumpe lu nga fìtseng?” (why are you here?) you answer him, he gives you a growl narrowing his eyes and hissing at you, at that your ears go down in discomfort, and you give him your own hiss, if he was going to play like that, then you would as well, in response at your hissing, he crutches next to you and hoist you up by your arm with force, “you should, respect more, txanfwìngtu” (bastard) he growls at you.
You get pissed off because you were so tired of all this treatment, you look at him”skxawng” (Idiot), he growls and in response he drags you by your arm as if you were a naughty kid that had to be disciplined, he made you walk through the crowd of na’vi in the clan and took you to a private part of the clan where he throws you with little care, you hiss at the fall, you get up, but he beats you down again, and again when you try for second time, as you decide you had had enough, you grab onto his tail which makes him kick you, he falls with you in a ray of tangled limbs as you bit on his shoulder he gravs your braid and yanks you away from him, but you attack back like a wild cat, he punches you again the share force throwing you once again to the floor.
You growl in frustration, before you can press, he graves you by the hair and hoists you up throwing you to the corner, you yelp at the hit, and clearly once again on the floor, you flip to your back just in time as he holds you by the wrists and ties your wrists together, “what are you doing?!” you protest, “subduing you” he growls, not stopping to look at you in the eyes, once he had you tied up and ”subdued”, he steps back to look at you, you give him the best death stare you can manage to perform, which makes him smile in a cocky way, how much you hate him, that smile always made you want to claw his eye out, just to see him fall for once.
You start to wiggle to get free, but it's useless, the man tied the rope good enough to make it hard for you to untie yourself, "I'll be back you just have to be a good girl and I won't harm you more" he says, you hiss at him one last time, "do I have to put something over that mouth of yours so you stop doing that?" he growls, you roll your eyes in an attempt to be defiant to his clear power over you, "that is what I thought" he growls looking pissed off, with that he walks away leaving you tied in a corner.
Wile he was away, you didn’t stay put, you fought against your restraints, accidentally ting them tighter and going anywhere with it, you growl in frustration, you stop when you hear Tsu’tey’s voice at the distance, he came back with half of a Yovo fruit, you arch a brow at him, “I’m not a fucking bird tsu’tey, that will not do to satisfy the hunger” you growl at him, he leaves the food in front of you, “you should have behaved then” he replies in a serious tone, after he holds the fruit in front of you so you can eat it, you decide to bite him as well just to remind him how angry you are with him, he hisses and slaps you throwing your head to the side, making you yelp and biting your tongue in the presses, striking your tong out of your mouth so the stinging sensation fades away you feel his gaze boring to you, he growls one last time and power walks away.
After that you manage to fall asleep, only to be awakened some time later by tsu’tey yanking you up still with your wrists tied, he makes you walk out of the clans lands him walking right behind you, its middle of the night and no one sees you nor tsu’tey walking out, he makes you stop in front of a Pa’li, he picks you up by your armpits and pulls you up onto the beast's back, and after he connects his tswin to the beast and jumps on its back just behind you, holding to your hip so you don't fall he makes the beast gallop away from the clan lands, you have to lean back on him so you don't fall, and the simple act makes you despise everything, he is so close while the mount gallops your hips sway with his making it feel like if it were an intimate thing, “where are you taking me?” you ask but Tsu’tey doesn’t answer, grate, you don't know where he is taking you, you are tied up, and he is holding you by the waist like if you were lovers, after what seems an eternity you ask him again with no response, although you can feel him brooding on your back, “I’m hungry, and I’m tired” you say, “can you keep quiet” he finally snaps, “if you want me to shut up, I need food, sleep and information to where you are taking me” you snap back, he sighs like if you were the most insufferable thing in this world, “good luck buddy, I’m not happy as well” you feel his hand tighten on your hip “lean on me” he finally says while brooding, “what?” you say, he growls “I said lean on me and try to sleep” you look at your back to see he was the same man who was beating you up nothing more than 3 hours ago, you narrow your eyes, but you do as he says, and you lean on his shoulder, closing your eyes you drift off to sleep.
Tsu’tey wakes you up some time after, you look up trying to shake off your sleepiness, it happens very quickly when you are faced with the Ayram alusìng (Hallelujah Mountains), you blink several times, but they are still there, you glare at him feeling your rage and fear rising, Tsu’tey brought you to the Hallelujah Mountains at middle of the night, that is where the banshees where, what was he planning, he gets off the mount and then pulls you down leaving you in your feet, you were all but killing him with your stare, your eyes go to the mountains and then to your bound wrists, and in your mind you knew he was going to make you do something that you wouldn’t like.
You wake up from a dream, gasping for air as the moonlight comes through the castle window, it's been several years since Astarion who used to be your mission partner but now was your husband, took you to be his vampire queen in this beautiful land, to be honest you were happy with your new life, you had to become a hybrid because you could not be a vampire queen without being a vampire right?.
You couldn't care less, your life with your new husband and king was too beautiful to be true, to perfect, you in one hand liked this peaceful life but in the other deep down in you essence, you knew that this was not a grate sign, normally the seas were calm before a storm, you didn't like that everything was going to perfect. Astarion didn't seem to care much about it being to peasefule, he was too busy making sex jokes and sassy comments.
As you thought of all of this, you felt his hand caressing your thigh slowly, his fingers dancing up your leg till it reached the end of your thighs and there it played in between your legs, playing with your folds. You gasp as Astarion's fingers find the bundle of nerves that is your clit, and there he plays with it, you arch your back, and you can hear his sinister chuckle while you squirm in your place, just as you feel the swirls of pleasure rise he stops, leaving you a panting mes, In between your panting you can hear him chuckle, “my, my queen was about to have her realize?” Astarion said with a husky voice, “why did you do that?” you ask a bit breathless, “it was only a bit of teasing, I do love with you squirm under me” he replies trying to hold his excitement, You push him aside, and he chuckles, “you were the one who decided to marry me, darling” he said while he laid back down on the bed, closing his eyes he smiled to himself, you just watched him quietly and for a bit you taught on kicking his balls, but you suppressed that urge, instead you flipped to your other side, giving your back to your precious husband and closed your eyes to force yourself back to sleep, you should have known better, Astarion had other plans so he moved, so his body was pressed on your back his hip pressed to your ass as his hands traced patterns on your thigh, his hips moving on your ass, humping, you swing your at to meet his side, and he groans “Darling, the fuck!” he rasps out through gritted teeth, you flip over to him and push your knee up, aiming for his balls. He groans again, crying out in pain as your knee hits him on the sack of joy.
When day arrives he is still brooding quietly about your kick, you get up from the bed moving to get dressed, you look at him, “how is your side?” you ask, “Better” he groans out, “good, you should not have done what you did last night”, at that he looks at you, “My balls are better as well” he replies, “I wasn't worried about your balls, it seems they are only for decoration” you say trying to hold in your urge to laugh at your own reply, “that is rude of you my dear” he whispers, you turn to face him “well you should have thought twice before teasing me like you did last night” you snap at him, “so this is about that I didn't let you cum last night?” he replies smiling, you didn’t reply at him, instead giving your back at him, he laughs taking your silence as a yes, this bastard thought he knew all of you, “well, so now that you have been such a bad, bad girl, I will not give you your satisfaction till you learn” he smiles you can see his face on the mirror, those red eyes that scan your back. I knew he was going to keep his word, and now it was a game about who lasts more without humping each other's bones.
It's been sometime since you moved from Dimitrescu Castle to Karl’s Factory, the place was large and a lot of times you were staring at all the body’s that were moving around the factory being carried by large machines to become what Karl calls Soldat's, your work at the factory was getting new body’s for Karl to transform so his “little” plan of making an army would be successful.
This day is not different from the others, you stand there watching as the machines in the fabric work on transforming the corpses to undead soldiers, As you stand there watching transfixed on it, you hear the gears turn and the corpses being dragged through the place, after what seems an eternity you snap out of the sight and make quick work of laying the new corpses you got in one of the machines,As you were doing so, your eye catches in one of the undead guards that Karl has walking around, its body grotesque with all the changes that Karl did to it, you stop your work looking as the undead guard walks around the place seemingly without direction, sometimes you wonder how is it that they don't malfunction or something, you stare at the undead corpse when suddenly the undead soldier turns its head to you, you freeze at the sight, its eyes are lifeless but its movement’s are so light, like if it were alive, you step back at the sight as it start to move towards you, the smell was also a problem, the stench making you want to turn and barf, your brain screaming for you to turn and run out of the place, but the fear has you stuck in place, you stare at it like an idiot as it gets so close that you can see every detail on the thing, after 10 minutes the Soldat finally moves away, your heart was hammering in your chest, and you couldn’t blink, you turn to walk out of the place to get some fresh air, but instead you slam head first to a metal beam, you step back still processing, as you step back you bump your shoulder to another Metal beam and then fall hard on your ass, as you go back to your senses, you hiss at a sharp pain that runs through your shoulder, at that moment you hear Karl’s voice, “What is all that noice?” As you look to one of the corridors, you see Karl walking confidently towards you.
You don't know what he's thinking, he removes his sunglasses as he gets a good look at you sitting on the floor, he has the urge to laugh but that is, till he notices the red color that seeps through your white shirt, in two long strides he is next you, crouching to be at your level, “what happened?” he said coldly, like trying to control his anger, why was he so angry all the sudden? you thought to yourself, he picks you up and carries you to his office, after sitting you on his chair, he grabs your shirt and reaps the fabric like if it were nothing, “fuck” he curses under is breath as he looks at your damaged shoulder, he turns pacing around the room, looking around like a madman, your shirt hangs at a funny angle on your body, you look down at your body and that is when you realize that your breasts were out to say hello to the world, you blush covering your chest area, holding your breath at the pain that couses moving your arm, Karl comes back in the office, power walking tward’s you, he growls as he sees you moving your arm, Don't move It he growls at you, you never seen him like that, you always saw him so relaxed, he takes you arm careful to not juzzle the injury, he doesn't look at your exposed chest or at your blushing face, he seems to only have eyes for the wound, you feel the air thicken and suddenly a peace of metal comes floating from a corner and uses a lighter to make the metal go red, you swallow when you see him do that, “there are other ways to prevent infection on a injury” you rush to say, he looks at you and a deep growl comes from deep his chest, it seems he is going to burn your flesh, he reaps a peace of fabric and stuffes it in your mouth, he tie’s you to the chair as you shake your head your eyes pleading for him to think of other ways, “there is no other way sunshine” he whispers, his eyes pained, with that he presses the burning iron on your wound and your eyes wide at the stabbing pain, you head goes back, slaming your head hard to the wall, you scream for dear life but your screams are muffled, tears run down your cheeks, after a moment everything goes black, suddenly find yourself blinking your eyes open, you are in Karl's arms, he is rocking you like a father would to its child, “I’m so sorry” he whispers as you have the urge to throatpunshing him because he overstepped a line, you glare at him growling ready to kick his ass for what he did. “You need to rest” he says unbothered by your dead gaze on him, you just get up and after killing him 20 times with your gaze you walk to your room to rest.
summary: You separated yourself from. The main group since you were pregnant but kept it a secret, one day after a month of giving birth to your baby Astarion finds you
Warning: non really, fluff, and maybe some description about breastfeeding
It had been some time since you left the group—and now, here you were, cradling your newborn child in your arms. A beautiful baby (boy/girl), with unmistakable features. There was no doubt who the father was: those crimson eyes gave everything away. You would have recognized them anywhere.
Caring for your child hadn’t been easy. Half-elf, half-vampire… nursing brought its own challenges. Sometimes, while breastfeeding, your little one would bite you. Not hard, not maliciously—just instinctually. Eventually, you grew used to the sharp sting. You adapted. That’s what mothers do.
What you never imagined was him showing up.
Astarion.
He appeared one night, when your baby wouldn’t stop crying—his smooth, charming voice slicing through the silence like silk. The moment you heard it, your breath caught.
"My, my. I was wondering why you ran from my grasp... but now I see why."
You froze, heart racing. You didn’t know how he found you—or how he would react to his own blood. You stood up, clutching your child close to your chest. Turning away, you power-walked from him, panic rising.
You couldn’t risk your child’s life. Especially not when you didn’t know what Astarion was capable of.
"Oh, come now," he called after you, a trace of hurt in his voice. "You know I wouldn’t harm what’s precious to you."
You stopped only because your baby stirred in your arms, eyes wide and curious. Tiny arms reached out toward the stranger—toward him.
“See?” Astarion said softly, his gaze fixed on the child. “Even my own flesh knows I’m not a threat.”
He took a tentative step forward.
"Stay back," you hissed, eyes narrowed.
He frowned, his usual playful tone beginning to harden. “Well, that’s not very nice of you,” he muttered, voice lowering. “Can’t a father hold his own child without losing his head?”
Eventually—hesitantly—you let him take the baby from your arms. What happened next surprised you.
Astarion… melted.
He lifted your baby up to eye level, crimson eyes shining with unexpected warmth as the little one giggled and reached to touch his pale cheek.
“Look at that. It has my eyes,” he said with a laugh, his tone filled with wonder. “I already love this child. How… troubling.”
A small giggle escaped your lips despite yourself. Seeing Astarion act so soft, so normal, was almost too strange—and yet, endearing.
Later, when night had fully fallen, you were gathering firewood. Glancing over, you saw him playing peek-a-boo with your baby, his fangs flashing in the moonlight, yet somehow looking completely at peace. Eventually, he approached, baby still in his arms.
He took the firewood from you and placed the child back in your arms.
“Be a good mother and feed our child,” he said, voice teasing.
Your blood boiled. You shot him a glare.
“How dare you say that to me,” you barked.
His brows raised in genuine surprise. “Did I say something wrong?”
“If I could, I would kick you in the face,” you snapped, retreating toward the tent with your baby in your arms.
Inside, you settled down and adjusted your shirt to feed your little one. It had become a practiced, quiet routine. But then the tent flaps rustled.
Astarion stepped in.
You looked up, scowling—but he just stood there, watching. Watching you nurse the child. His gaze was oddly intense, curious in a way that made you shift uncomfortably.
“What?” you finally asked.
He tilted his head slightly. “Hmm.”
That was all he said. His crimson gaze didn’t move from your feeding baby.
It was unnerving.
“Can you not look at me like that?” you muttered. “It’s rude to stare at people while they’re feeding their child.”
Astarion blinked, confused.
“Why do you talk to me as if I’m about to pounce?” he asked. His voice wasn’t angry—just confused.
“Because you’re staring at me. And it’s rude.”
He frowned slightly. “Is it rude to be curious about life? About something as natural as watching a mother feed her young?”
You didn’t answer.
He looked away, seemingly wounded. “Well... forgive me for being curious.”
Guilt crept in, despite yourself. Maybe you had been harsh. You’d been so wrapped up in your fear and instinct to protect, you'd forgotten that Astarion wasn’t just a vampire. He was also—apparently—a father now.
And maybe, just maybe... your life was about to get a lot more complicated.
