It’s Cerealash here or just Ash/cereal whichever you prefer. I am 19!!
I use all and any pronouns, I don’t have a label but I am queer and Autistic!! This is a safe space for queer and POC over 16-18(I’m uncomfortable with minors seeing my posts as I don’t think its appropriate) this is also a sideblog but I use this one almost exclusively @bambithekid is my main
I mostly post about Avatar(James Cameron) or sometimes something that interests me at the time(Umbrella academy, stranger things or anything random) I also post about my Avatar oc and might start posting my old/new art
If you have any questions or wish to chat about my ocs or the fanon avatar world, msg me or use Q/A!
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My sarentu is names Yaxeyë, Tamtey still exists but they are separate people. Yaxeyë uses They/She and occasional He when mistaken for a man but feels comfortable with all pronouns, Nefika is her non bio mom as i felt so mothered by her. Tamtey uses all pronouns but almost exclusively she. Yaxeyë left cryo a year before the others, left alone to explore and defend for herself with no idea that her friends or former allies were still breathing but the sarentu was able to become family again once she found her way back.
part1! part 2 soon.
pairings: Numtet x Yaxeyë.
SMUT WARNING
Yaxeyë did not care for stories, having lost what culture she had at a young age. She had always been less soft than Someone like Ri’nela or Tamtey but more serious than Teylan and Nor. She was a fighter…not a Sarentu, she felt unworthy of the role given her less than forgiving nature. Even Teylan was kinder to Pandora than she was, but she was just so focused on ridding her home of these humans.
Until she found her way back to Tamtey, her self proclaimed sister. She had changed so much so fast, becoming the mighty warrior that mirrored her fallen Sister. She introduced Yaxeyë to So’lek, who had more in common with her than her fellow Sarentu.
Tamtey encouraged them to accompany her to gather contributions for the Kame’tire, she wanted to show Yaxeyë around and possibly integrate them with the clan as a way to help find her inner Sarentu.
Tamtey had made some leeway by introducing her to Anufi, who was able to soften her defenses the same way Nefika was able to but with less luck than their surrogate mother.
Anufi had been the one to show her their spirit tree and…Namtet, a Kame’tire storyteller. Yaxeyë knew Tamtey seemed to plan boring them with old stories in hopes of fostering some confidence in telling her own. She allowed it, for now. But her sister in arms was going to understand that Yaxeyë didn’t do friends.
That was until Namtet began to ramble, earning a silent glare from her. But he didn’t seem to get the hint as he pushed forward with stories that had grown old long before she stepped foot on Clouded forest territory, Tamtey usually had that whole biome to look after while she stuck to the kinglor forest. But their gaze had…altered when the older man leaned back onto his arms, looking everywhere but them.
She had no clue what she was feeling but for once, she couldn’t intimidate someone into silence or just take them out like the soldiers she combats. Namtet either had no idea or simply was too care free to even entertain Yaxeyë’s mean streak.
Which led to Tamtey inviting her more often in joining the Kame’tire for whatever reason, which was probably to keep her from Nesim since they both preferred combat to gentle conversation. Namtet had asked her to follow him and assist in gathering herbs, Tamtey had answered for them before they could decline.
“Sure! Yaxeyë will love to gather, she has not yet explored this area. Maybe…you could show her around?” Tamtey placed a hand to her shoulder, wearing a soft smile that they both knew was just smugness disguised. That itself earned a muttered curse before Yaxeyë was quick to follow after the storyteller.
The pair had been scavenging for a few hours, Namtet explaining and gifting her various plants in hopes of sharing his knowledge. She was less than enthusiastic but she was grateful regardless, as cruel as she seemed to be, she was purposefully gentle whenever she was to help Namtet navigate the rougher terrain.
Soon, they had stopped to feast on the berries they collected and the older man resumed his usual position with his hands tucked behind his head. Yaxeyë had been too observant of their surroundings, ears twitching to catch any noise that indicated trouble or danger. She hadn’t been paying attention to her companion at all, which irritated him whenever he initiated conversation.
He decided he had enough and spoke loud enough it caused her head to snap in his direction. “Tamtey had not told me you do not favor speaking. I had assumed from yet another Sarentu to be more open.” He met her eyes, tilting his head to indicate his stern tone hidden behind false curiosity. Yaxeyë felt like he had spoken out of turn regarding of their behaviour, they were still getting used to how direct and blunt Na’vi truly were. “I don’t find speaking useful. You are just uncomfortable in silence.” They had found a way to snap back, her tone shutting down any further confrontation.
Namtet had seemed to miss that cue as well. “You are very rude. Tamtey should’ve know better than to let me wander off with you.” He waved his hand toward them, scolding as he leaned back, elbows holding himself up.
The young sarentu had nothing to say to that, she had been dismissive but no one had cared not for her own sternness. “Hm” the hum was low as their eyes met once again, this time he was inspecting them.
“Maybe…you are too fierce. Fighting all the time is not good for your spirit.” Namtet spoke softer, assessing her serious expression. “You have not had fun, No?” His burning gaze was beginning to disturb the warrior, yet for once. Talking about something that wasn’t RDA or strategies was seemingly tolerable. Although it did not pull a response from her, she was much less standoffish.
She blames Tamtey for everything that were to unfold. But she blames themselves for being so complicit in enabling the older man.
His long fingers brushed over the curve of their ear, standing a few inches taller that…intimidated her if not for his submission.
He layed on his back, hands cupping her small chest as she heaved. It was strange, it forced her to act on pure instinct and curiosity akin to her thoughtful planning. She was unsure for the first time, but Namtet was keen to guide her.
His fingers first worked them open, all three sliding in and out of her needy hole. Their breath was heavy as she was crouched in front of him, legs spread wider than necessary which eluded to her naïveté of their bonding. He slowly removed his soaked fingers, rubbing the slick off onto Yaxeyë’s stomach. He allowed her to crawl atop him, insisting they straddle him with few whispers. She was quick to guide his cock to her entrance, always following the next step like she still had Priya instructing her through their earpiece. Namtet gently pried her hand from his length, sitting up on his hands to further undress them. Their hair pulled back in a hasty topknot were undone, allowing locks of sleak black strands to flow over their shoulders and face. His lips were just as gentle as he kissed her, her irises burning into his closed ones before they followed suit, her fingers hovering above his jaw.
Yaxeyë was…vulnerable. Everything was moving too slow, too gentle and it was nothing like throwing herself headfirst into an outpost base. But she didn’t have time to focus on her own uncertainty as Namtet began to push into her awaiting heat, the thick head stretching her as her hips jerked, the rest of his length entering them that resulted in a moan to bellow from their lips.
They couldn’t wait, not when for the first time they have connected with another Na’vi other than her resistance family. She rolled on the balls of her feet, penetrating herself on Namtet as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Her cunt was tight but warm, keen and welcoming to his intrusion despite her defensive nature. Every few thrusts, his hips jerked to meet theirs, forcing a grunt from them both every time the sloppy angle hit enough to curl toes.
There was no way he could finish from this, Yaxeyë had no clue what she was doing and it was frustrating them both. Nails dipped into the flesh of her ankle, forcing them to pause which gave him enough time to pull her lugging figure to the ground, pushing himself to his knees before slotting between her legs. He made quick work of re entering them, a gasp and muttering slur beneath their breath as her ankles crossed over his bare ass.
He gave an experimental thrust, skin slapping together as he hit a spot buried deep inside her. “Mgh…Namtet.” She whispered, voice hoarse from repressed moans. His grinds started off slow before working into an even rhythm, Yaxeyë was unable to control herself and smushed her face into the dirt to prevent her from losing her mind from the sheer pleasure that wrecked her body. She dug nails into skin of their palms so she wouldn’t run them down Namtet’s back and thighs, even if the idea of seeing scratches littering his flesh was enough to cause her back to arch.
It wasn’t long until she came undone, panting as her eyes fluttered closed before she looked up at her newfound mate. By customs anyway, they were mated from what Nefika had taught her.
They oddly didn’t mind, he understood the part of her that had died long before she could name it. She brought more purpose to his life aside of his position as Storyteller, sharing her own experiences and brought light to the wars she fought.
Tamtey knew when their eyes met the night after, Yaxeyë’s warm hand upon their shoulder as if she had finally accepted her place among the Sarentu, the resistance and Pandora as a whole. She would hold out until Yaxeyë came to her own senses and told everyone of her mate. Until then, it was just shared glances.
Imagine Scar impaling you on his cock as he records it.
Scar had been moody all day, unfocused and almost costing the firelights an important advantage over a shimmer smuggling operation. Which is unlike him.
He doesn’t even speak when they return to hideout, tying his mask to his belt loop as he stormed to your personal quarters.
Its not long before he has you pinned beneath him, his forearm resting above your head while he looms over you. His thighs snap against yours each time he bottoms out inside you, his free hand holds a device one of the other firelights had crafted for long range use. A Hexcam, he called it.
The reflective glass sphere panned along your body with sharp flicks of Scar’s wrist, his deep and throaty growls echoing in your ear.
He had showed you later what the device was, showing you a screen that could connect with the Hexcam. He pulled up a strange note displayed across the wide receiver, your face burned red once your face appeared while your gasps leaked through the audio transmitter.
“Real pretty, huh?” Scar grumbled while unfazed your intimate moment was captured and saved forever. He could look at you whenever he pleased now.
He wouldn’t might leaving you a few of his own recordings either, just to leave you a piece of him whenever he was away on missions.
i haven’t finished arcane btw but i made up the whole camera thing anyway
My sarentu is names Yaxeyë, Tamtey still exists but they are separate people. Yaxeyë uses They/She and occasional He when mistaken for a man but feels comfortable with all pronouns, Nefika is her non bio mom as i felt so mothered by her. Tamtey uses all pronouns but almost exclusively she. Yaxeyë left cryo a year before the others, left alone to explore and defend for herself with no idea that her friends or former allies were still breathing but the sarentu was able to become family again once she found her way back.
part1! part 2 soon.
pairings: Numtet x Yaxeyë.
SMUT WARNING
Yaxeyë did not care for stories, having lost what culture she had at a young age. She had always been less soft than Someone like Ri’nela or Tamtey but more serious than Teylan and Nor. She was a fighter…not a Sarentu, she felt unworthy of the role given her less than forgiving nature. Even Teylan was kinder to Pandora than she was, but she was just so focused on ridding her home of these humans.
Until she found her way back to Tamtey, her self proclaimed sister. She had changed so much so fast, becoming the mighty warrior that mirrored her fallen Sister. She introduced Yaxeyë to So’lek, who had more in common with her than her fellow Sarentu.
Tamtey encouraged them to accompany her to gather contributions for the Kame’tire, she wanted to show Yaxeyë around and possibly integrate them with the clan as a way to help find her inner Sarentu.
Tamtey had made some leeway by introducing her to Anufi, who was able to soften her defenses the same way Nefika was able to but with less luck than their surrogate mother.
Anufi had been the one to show her their spirit tree and…Namtet, a Kame’tire storyteller. Yaxeyë knew Tamtey seemed to plan boring them with old stories in hopes of fostering some confidence in telling her own. She allowed it, for now. But her sister in arms was going to understand that Yaxeyë didn’t do friends.
That was until Namtet began to ramble, earning a silent glare from her. But he didn’t seem to get the hint as he pushed forward with stories that had grown old long before she stepped foot on Clouded forest territory, Tamtey usually had that whole biome to look after while she stuck to the kinglor forest. But their gaze had…altered when the older man leaned back onto his arms, looking everywhere but them.
She had no clue what she was feeling but for once, she couldn’t intimidate someone into silence or just take them out like the soldiers she combats. Namtet either had no idea or simply was too care free to even entertain Yaxeyë’s mean streak.
Which led to Tamtey inviting her more often in joining the Kame’tire for whatever reason, which was probably to keep her from Nesim since they both preferred combat to gentle conversation. Namtet had asked her to follow him and assist in gathering herbs, Tamtey had answered for them before they could decline.
“Sure! Yaxeyë will love to gather, she has not yet explored this area. Maybe…you could show her around?” Tamtey placed a hand to her shoulder, wearing a soft smile that they both knew was just smugness disguised. That itself earned a muttered curse before Yaxeyë was quick to follow after the storyteller.
The pair had been scavenging for a few hours, Namtet explaining and gifting her various plants in hopes of sharing his knowledge. She was less than enthusiastic but she was grateful regardless, as cruel as she seemed to be, she was purposefully gentle whenever she was to help Namtet navigate the rougher terrain.
Soon, they had stopped to feast on the berries they collected and the older man resumed his usual position with his hands tucked behind his head. Yaxeyë had been too observant of their surroundings, ears twitching to catch any noise that indicated trouble or danger. She hadn’t been paying attention to her companion at all, which irritated him whenever he initiated conversation.
He decided he had enough and spoke loud enough it caused her head to snap in his direction. “Tamtey had not told me you do not favor speaking. I had assumed from yet another Sarentu to be more open.” He met her eyes, tilting his head to indicate his stern tone hidden behind false curiosity. Yaxeyë felt like he had spoken out of turn regarding of their behaviour, they were still getting used to how direct and blunt Na’vi truly were. “I don’t find speaking useful. You are just uncomfortable in silence.” They had found a way to snap back, her tone shutting down any further confrontation.
Namtet had seemed to miss that cue as well. “You are very rude. Tamtey should’ve know better than to let me wander off with you.” He waved his hand toward them, scolding as he leaned back, elbows holding himself up.
The young sarentu had nothing to say to that, she had been dismissive but no one had cared not for her own sternness. “Hm” the hum was low as their eyes met once again, this time he was inspecting them.
“Maybe…you are too fierce. Fighting all the time is not good for your spirit.” Namtet spoke softer, assessing her serious expression. “You have not had fun, No?” His burning gaze was beginning to disturb the warrior, yet for once. Talking about something that wasn’t RDA or strategies was seemingly tolerable. Although it did not pull a response from her, she was much less standoffish.
She blames Tamtey for everything that were to unfold. But she blames themselves for being so complicit in enabling the older man.
His long fingers brushed over the curve of their ear, standing a few inches taller that…intimidated her if not for his submission.
He layed on his back, hands cupping her small chest as she heaved. It was strange, it forced her to act on pure instinct and curiosity akin to her thoughtful planning. She was unsure for the first time, but Namtet was keen to guide her.
His fingers first worked them open, all three sliding in and out of her needy hole. Their breath was heavy as she was crouched in front of him, legs spread wider than necessary which eluded to her naïveté of their bonding. He slowly removed his soaked fingers, rubbing the slick off onto Yaxeyë’s stomach. He allowed her to crawl atop him, insisting they straddle him with few whispers. She was quick to guide his cock to her entrance, always following the next step like she still had Priya instructing her through their earpiece. Namtet gently pried her hand from his length, sitting up on his hands to further undress them. Their hair pulled back in a hasty topknot were undone, allowing locks of sleak black strands to flow over their shoulders and face. His lips were just as gentle as he kissed her, her irises burning into his closed ones before they followed suit, her fingers hovering above his jaw.
Yaxeyë was…vulnerable. Everything was moving too slow, too gentle and it was nothing like throwing herself headfirst into an outpost base. But she didn’t have time to focus on her own uncertainty as Namtet began to push into her awaiting heat, the thick head stretching her as her hips jerked, the rest of his length entering them that resulted in a moan to bellow from their lips.
They couldn’t wait, not when for the first time they have connected with another Na’vi other than her resistance family. She rolled on the balls of her feet, penetrating herself on Namtet as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Her cunt was tight but warm, keen and welcoming to his intrusion despite her defensive nature. Every few thrusts, his hips jerked to meet theirs, forcing a grunt from them both every time the sloppy angle hit enough to curl toes.
There was no way he could finish from this, Yaxeyë had no clue what she was doing and it was frustrating them both. Nails dipped into the flesh of her ankle, forcing them to pause which gave him enough time to pull her lugging figure to the ground, pushing himself to his knees before slotting between her legs. He made quick work of re entering them, a gasp and muttering slur beneath their breath as her ankles crossed over his bare ass.
He gave an experimental thrust, skin slapping together as he hit a spot buried deep inside her. “Mgh…Namtet.” She whispered, voice hoarse from repressed moans. His grinds started off slow before working into an even rhythm, Yaxeyë was unable to control herself and smushed her face into the dirt to prevent her from losing her mind from the sheer pleasure that wrecked her body. She dug nails into skin of their palms so she wouldn’t run them down Namtet’s back and thighs, even if the idea of seeing scratches littering his flesh was enough to cause her back to arch.
It wasn’t long until she came undone, panting as her eyes fluttered closed before she looked up at her newfound mate. By customs anyway, they were mated from what Nefika had taught her.
They oddly didn’t mind, he understood the part of her that had died long before she could name it. She brought more purpose to his life aside of his position as Storyteller, sharing her own experiences and brought light to the wars she fought.
Tamtey knew when their eyes met the night after, Yaxeyë’s warm hand upon their shoulder as if she had finally accepted her place among the Sarentu, the resistance and Pandora as a whole. She would hold out until Yaxeyë came to her own senses and told everyone of her mate. Until then, it was just shared glances.
warnings: blood, predator/prey dynamics, restraints, hunting/chasing, slight smut, dubious consent/CNC(you both consent prior to this)
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im back and im locking in
The air was cold on your skin, the kind of cold that causes goosebumps to break out all along your body. Hugging yourself didn’t work as the last piece of warmth seeped from your skin.
You didn’t bring a jacket during your nightly stroll, figuring you’d be back before sun down but the drunks from the local bar forced you to take the longer path to avoid them.
Your head turned over your shoulder every few minutes, your heart beating faster every time you walked past a secluded section of the park. You swore you could feel eyes on you, like something was watching you. But there was nothing everytime you peered around the surrounding trees and footpath.
You picked up the pace, telling yourself you were being paranoid yet you stumbled over your own feet trying to return home faster. You heard it before you saw it, a twig snapping to the side of you. It was quiet and it made you aware of the leaves brushing upon eachother, the wind whistling and howling that forced you to freeze.
Gazing into the bushes too long made your heart thump, fingers digging into the dirt below before you scrambled to your feet. You hadn’t seen a thing yet you couldn’t stop running, soles kicking loose rocks as you followed the familiar trail leading to your home.
You didnt get the chance to scream.
Nails buried themselves into your skin, wrapping around your lips. His warm body pressed against your back as your breathing got faster, heartbeat in your ears.
“hmmm…” the hum came low, it sunk beneath your flesh as your thighs pressed together. You quivered as the cold breeze hit your skin in a wave that forces the trees around you to tussle.
You finally came to your senses and whipped your free arm back, delivering a left hook that caused your elbow to crack your assailant’s nose. The blow lessened his grip around you and you took off, running faster than before as you tore through the park. You flew from the path, cutting through the treeline to get home sooner.
Your chest burned. Hands numb. But you were only met with solid dirt as you were shoved to the ground. Zhang flipped you over onto your back, heaving as he loomed over you. He delivered a hard smack to your right temple. Served you right, you had to be punished. Hot, red liquid flowed from his nose onto your chest. You had a mean elbow, but he was meaner.
“Brat…You don’t even deserve my cock.” He growled into the crook of your neck, his sharp fangs dragging along the smooth surface, blood dribbled close behind. “But I’ll give it to you.”
You gasped as your pants were tugged past your hips, sitting around your ankles. You were left blushing as you were exposed to his awaiting eyes, already aroused and needy despite your fight.
Fingers forced their way inside you, not bothering to work you open. You were going to take him and learn your lesson, you weren’t being good.
He couldn’t get enough of you, your flesh wasn’t enough. He wanted to eat you whole. But he would take pounding into your pathetic hole for now.
sorry for taking so long yall and its not that good but i sorta lost that rhythm i had but im gonna try harder! thank you all for putting up with my problems i really adore my readers ❤️ let me know your criticisms or opinions, i need to be humbled
