I am SO sick of people using ai for fics. Especially because they claim they wrote it themselves. Everything good that I have read I have either found to be ai or ai-assisted. I am especially upset because the majority of the fics that I read are in the avatar franchise, of which literally discourages ai greatly. You using ai for recreational activities like creative and FICTIONAL writing says so much about your character. It literally takes three clicks and a Google search to find you out. I don't know how many more times I have to say this, FUCK AI AND FUCK THE PEOPLE WHO STAND UP AND USE IT. ESPECIALLY FUCK THOSE WHO USE IT FOR ENTERTAINMENT. YOU'RE GROWN. put your damn fingers on the keyboard and start typing. I promise you that even if you think you suck, your human skill will be so appreciated. stop poisoning our online spaces with computer slop. start contributing. Hop off corporate dick and make something yourself. You are using fresh water to generate something you could make yourself. I crave human creativity, not the cold soulless slop provided by an algorithm.
guys i'm pretty sure it's common sense that you SHOULDN'T glamorize rape. do people GENUINELY not know that?
i stumbled upon a wukula x fem!omaticaya reader fic by m9yaa, and i wanted to check it out. little did i know that my eyes had skipped over the "dubious consent themes", and thought it would be an enemies to lovers fic or something. WELL TICKLE MY FIDDLE BECAUSE Y/N WAS STRAIGHT UP GETTING RAPED.
i will now do a re-enactment of the EXACT lines that appeared in that story:
"your body has already surrendered to him, even if your mind struggles to follow." (wukula says)
"i don't want this" (y/n says, REPEATEDLY THROUGHOUT THE STORY BTW)
"your mouth says no, but your body.. your body is shaking yawne." (wukula says)
"your body knows what it wants, even if you won't admit it." (wukula says)
hey so that's actually rape. like those are classic lines of someone who is actively taking advantage of a person who has clearly expressed they aren't interested in sexual intercourse.
i get the mangkwan are freaky and all, but ur brain must be rlly scrambled if ur writing something like THAT. i got blocked after commenting "im confused... isn't this straight up rape? why are we glamorizing this?", which confused me even MORE.
why ARE you glamorizing rape? when people have weird kinks, idgaf if BOTH PARTIES are into it. this is straight up someone being taken advantage of.
YES I KNOW it's just a random fanfic on the internet. BUT it's still a problem. i am hating on @m9yaa because the decision to write, review, and post that was so fucking weird and i needed to point it out myself since the comments on her page seemed to be eating it up.
when you put that kind of work onto the internet, you're setting a standard that (doing the act of)/(enjoying) rape is okay! which is ISNT. by blocking me, you essentially admit that you are glamorizing rape, and you can't get it through your thick fucking skull that its WRONG TO DO SO.
im gonna post rants every time i see bs like this because i STAY hating on total losers. and i rlly do hope m9yaa sees this and reflects on her actions! you're an imbecile, and you should see a psychiatrist if you think otherwise. don't be a fucking loser! (,,•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ,,)
Quick rant but please tell me why I had to block 20+ accounts this week alone in the avatar community cuz they either age up minors to write smut with them, writes smut with minor characters or uses generative ai for “their” images and writings
I AM SO TIRED 😭😭 and to note, all im saving below is IMO ⚠️
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“They are just pixels, its not that big of a deal,” or “they are fictional,” but imo it shows what kind of person you are. in general, within fiction and reality, YOU SHOULDN’T BE SEXUALIZING MINORS AND WRITING SMUT ABOUT THEM
“Theres no confirmed age,” in the avatar books (visual dictionaries) they show the age of the characters. I own this book and i saw their listed ages, so there is a confirmed age in the book, you can search it up and find their ages if you’re not so sure
As for generative AI, you are literally missing the point of the franchise. Ai causes harm to our pandora (earth) and we need our home to live.
“I cant draw so i use ai,” there is so many different alternatives to use instead of ai. Theres picrew. But then also, theres so many artists that would love to draw and/or help you make your oc. But if you cant find someone, Art is a skill. No one is born with skills, it is developed and it takes time and dedication (speaking from experience)
“I dont have expensive art supplies,” you dont need expensive supplies. You can still create art with a random pencil and paper you have laying around. Art doesnt have specific requirements to create, its all about having fun creating!
its not too late to learn how to draw and craft, i promise my loves ❤️ its never too late to learn something
And if you cant find an artist, or need help with starting with art, please msg me! I would love to help out as much as i can with art! I hope i can get people to love and appreciate art as much as i do, cause it is truly an amazing thing
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Thanks for listening to my rant. If you are typing to argue with me, please just do one search in google before continuing to comment ❤️ sorry if i seem rude but im so tired of seeing people defend ai fanfics and people who write smut about minors
One Shot - Older Neytiri x Younger Fem Metkayinan Reader
Neytiri Notices Your Efforts (fluff/kissing/mild smut)
Warnings - 18+ MDNI (to the smut veterans, this is my first writing, have mercy)
Background Context (this is based on avatar twow)
You develop a crush on Neytiri as she’s trying to settle in your tribe with her family. You start to do little things for her, to help her time with your people be easier somehow. Your efforts don’t go unnoticed
Author’s Note: this follows the events of atwow, where neytiri is struggling. you are the age neytiri was in avatar one and she is the age she is in the way of water
The Story
You love teaching the children in your clan about what it means to be Metkayina. Your history, rituals and rites. You always try to make it visually interesting for them
The tsahik had officially given you the role of teacher last year, seeing how well you bonded with the little ones.
Some of the parents were coming to observe the children tomorrow and you wanted to make sure they had something engaging and fun
You spend the day free diving for as many shells as you can find, going further out into the waters when you had exhausted an area
When you start to feel tired you swim to a big rock and climb on it to rest and snack on the food you brought along
You miss their first contact with your people, but hear later on from a friend that a Omatikayan family were granted uturu (safe harbor) by your tribe’s leaders, Ronal and Tonowari
In all your life, you had never seen other clans that were not reef people, except for the odd Tlalim (wind traders) members
You wonder what they might look like. From your friend’s enthusiastic retelling of their arrival, they seem very different to you all
As the day comes to a close, you collect all the shells you had dived for in a basket, ready for your class tomorrow
The reef is more peaceful when the sun sets, with only distant sounds of people gathering for dinner in their pods
The walk to yours is short and you soon find yourself lying in your net, exhausted. It doesn’t take long for sleep to find you
The following morning you get yourself ready for teaching, picking up your basket of shells as you leave the pod
On the walk over to your little school, a child runs into you knocking your balance and the shells scatter everywhere
“Tuk! Get back here!”, you hear an unfamiliar voice yell after the child as you’re picking up each shell
“I am sorry for my youngest, she did not see you”, the figure kneels in front of you, helping you gather
You notice her darker skinned hands and look up to see the Omatikayan mother
You mentally curse to yourself because she is the most beautiful Na’vi woman you had ever seen. You couldn’t help but stare
Her midnight blue skin made her stand out against the light colours of the reef.
Her tribal attire was made from materials from the deep forest, which were very unknown to you
Her voice was low and held some sadness, so did her eyes when she finally meets yours
You could tell she was taking in your details just as much as you were with hers, perhaps she had never seen Metkayinan people until yesterday
You smile warmly and laugh at the situation
“I teach children everyday, this is nothing”, you reassure her and she smiles gratefully at you
“These are beautiful, for your class?”, she asks curiously, picking up another shell
“Yes! I spent all day diving for them yesterday. I want the children to build a story with them”, you explain
She seems amused by your enthusiasm
“I used to love teaching the children in my clan too, when I was your age”, she reveals to you
She runs her thumb over a shell and you can tell she is deep in her thoughts for a moment
You feel that you should say something
“I am sorry, for what has happened to your people by the hands of the Sky People”, you start and she meets your gaze
“I heard such awful stories. I am sorry you have to be here, away from home”, you add
The mother looks as if she could cry, but gathers herself and clears her throat
“Thank you”, she answers quietly
Not wanting to make her dwell on bad memories, you change the subject
“Your youngest can come to my class if you allow this? I teach everyday”, you offer
She drops the last shell in the basket and stands up
“I will speak to her father, thank you”, she dusts the sand off her skin ready to go
You can’t think of things to say so you blurt out the random idea that comes to you
“I can teach you too, if that appeals to you”, your face turns warm thinking you’ve embarrassed yourself, but to your surprise she accepts
You watch her walk towards the ocean, where her children were taking lessons from Tsireya and you feel your heart tug
The rest of the day you find it difficult to focus, thinking bout her features and how much you wanted her to know more about the life she had
Days turn into weeks and although Tuk prefers to be in Tsireya’s class with her siblings, her mother prefers yours
You find yourself extending your class little by little, yearning to spend more time with her. She is your only student in the evenings
Instead of using the little school, she comes to your pod, which you share with no one
One evening as she is weaving with you, she decides to tell you her name and you exchange yours
“Do you prefer I call you Neytiri or Mrs Suli?”, you ask, sitting across from her and smile knowingly
“I think you know what I prefer”, she lifts her head and gives you a look
You laugh
“Okay Mrs Suli it is”, you tease her and she shakes her head and laughs
You cherish these kind of evenings with Neytiri, where she seems more at ease with herself
Your heart always warms up seeing her face but there was nothing like getting her to smile or laugh with you
When she really laughs, she does it with her whole body
Some evenings you repeat the history of the Metkayina clan, other times the rituals and rites, until she can repeat them to you herself
You notice how she gets frustrated when she misses out on details because she is a perfectionist
As you show her your tribe’s weaving technique, she exchanges some of her own knowledge
These type of evenings where she talks about the Omatikaya are your favourite above all else
Soon you come to know how she lost her older sister, her father, how she met her husband, each birth of her children, the miracle of Kiri, the complex feelings towards Spider and what led them all here
You feel drawn to her and can’t help but think she feels it too, even though it’s wrong
After she leaves your pod, you start to dream of her and when you see her face in your head, your hand naturally moves lower down your body
The first time you feel guilty, thinking of her in such lewd ways
But it slowly it consumes you, she consumes you
You feel more and more nervous when she enters your pod in the night
This particular evening when you are weaving, she watches your hands shaking
“Here”, she moves closer to you, the closest she’s been and reaches for your fingers
Great Mother she smells so good
“Still your hands, otherwise it will be uneven”, she smiles warmly, gazing into your eyes
You feel yourself getting hot as she guides your hands
You keep staring at her lips and she sees it, but remains quiet
“Do it this way, see”, she continues
After a few tries she stops guiding you but keeps a hold of your hands in hers and you look at her nervously
“Thank you for everything you have done for me since arriving here”, she begins, her eyes locked on yours
You feels your stomach flip and something warm run down your leg
Your face heats up
“Thank you for your lessons, sharing your home with me, hearing me”, she pauses and stares at your lips before looking into your eyes again
“Thank you for seeing me and understanding me”, she continues, eyes flick to your lips and back up
You stare at her lips and bite yours a little
“I notice all your efforts”, she finishes and her hands drop from yours, to your waist
“Neytiri”, you plead quietly, eyes wide
“Ma sevin, mawey”, she pulls you closer
Your hands reach for her shoulders and you wrap your arms around her
She lifts you up onto her lap and your foreheads touch
“Is this okay?”, she asks nervously
Of course it isn’t, but it feels too good to stop
You nod and she slides her hand to your breast
“And this?”, she asks, squeezing it
You hold back a whimper and just nod, desperate for her touch
“What about this?”, she gently grabs the back of your neck and brings your face down to hers
You close the gap hungrily, kissing her lips, pulling them between yours, with such an intensity that’s been building up for weeks
Neytiri reaches for her kuru and connects it with yours, making you groan loudly and drip more warmth between your legs when you feel her connection to you
She hums when you slide your hand from her shoulder down between her legs, moving her loin cloth aside to find her as wet as you are
You move your three fingers in a circle around her and she lets out a loud moan in your mouth as you continue kissing her
You pull back to see her unraveling before you and more warmth drips down your legs
She throws her head back slightly, her eyes close as you pick up your pace rubbing her
She bites her lips to stop herself from being too loud
“Is this okay?”, you slip two fingers inside her and her eyes shoot open, she looks down at you, mouth ajar
“Do not stop”, is all she manages to get out, ragged
Seeing her this way makes you want to work hard to give her what she needs
You lower your mouth where your fingers are pumping in and out of her and she leans back, propping on her elbows
You close your eyes and savour her taste on your tongue, swirling it around desperately
Her groans are choked and low, letting you know she is close
She sits up slightly and weaves her fingers in your hair, controlling the speed of your mouth
“Let me see your eyes”, she pleads with you
You open your eyes and she pants louder as she gazes into you
She watches your lips then your eyes interchangeably, the sounds of her flesh getting louder in your mouth as you lap her up
“You are perfect”, she encourages you, grabbing your hair in her fist
“Right there”, she guides you and you try to keep your eyes open for her
“You are such a good girl for me”, she whimpers, her voice huskier and you double down on your pacing
You want her to know how deeply you need her, how every time she shares her sorrows you wish you could make her happy
You start to hum on her, leaving vibrations which drive her wild
Her voice sounds primal as she reaches her end
“I will finish soon…in your mouth”, she swallows and bites her lip, unable to say anymore
The thought of her climaxing on your tongue is the final push you need to give her your all
She doesn’t last long before she closes her legs around your head, riding out her pleasure
Neytiri cries out your name, praising you and cursing in the same breath, as her body trembles over and over again
The scene is unbelievable and you take in as much of it as you can. The way her body rolls, the expression on her face of pure bliss
She finally lowers herself to the floor of your pod and you come up from her out of breath, crawling to lie your head on her chest
She runs her fingers in your hair, catching her breath and you close your eyes
“I have wanted you this way since I first saw you”, you share in between breaths, your heartbeats mirroring each other
“I know, you are my perfect girl”, is all she says as she leans down to kiss your forehead.
thinking about a fem4fem relationship with haley ౨ৎ
❀ she gets so blushy and giddy when you compliment her, especially during the beginnings of your relationship. she'll hide it at first, going back home and thinking about your words all night, but eventually you get to see her sweet smile more and more.
❀ at first, she saw you as competition, or maybe just envy. you're the new farmer, you're pretty, you dress in cute clothes like her, you're drawing attention away from her. she pouts and grumbles everytime someone brings you up.
❀ but then she starts looking for you more. she starts admiring your flower dance dress, she roots for you at the egg hunt, she admires you when you're fishing at the pier while she's tanning. she brings all this up to alex, just rambling, and he looks at her like "seriously?"
❀ alex sweetly informs haley that she has a crush on you. she gets defensive, but when alex starts listing off all these "symptoms" of a crush, she blushes more and more.
❀ even though she knows she has a crush on you, she waits for you to say something first. she'll make hints and seek you out, but in no way will she potentially face the embarrassment of your rejection. when you finally ask her on a date, she's over the moon.
❀ loves loves loves coordinating outfits. you'll have bikinis in the same color, cute silk matching pajamas that she bought out in zuzu, similar winter coat shapes, matching cowboy boots. she always makes excuses like "they were on sale if you bought two!" but you know there's more to it.
❀ she enjoys peaceful nights at the farmhouse where you're doing your nightly routines together in the mirror, haley moisturizing her skin, you applying pimple patches.
❀ likes having you paint her nails. you'll sit on the couch, or maybe the front porch on a swing, her feet lazily perched in your lap while you apply pink polish to her toes. and then you reach for her hands and she keeps them as still as she can for you.
❀ genuinely thrives so much on your praise and love. and she takes it so seriously too! when someone like alex compliments her hair, she smiles, but he doesn't know the work that went into creating the perfect windswept blowout look. but you do.
❀ there's usually never much discourse about who spoons who or who "wears the pants" in the relationship. dating haley is balanced and things just fall the way they do. you know when to be the big spoon for her and she knows when to let you lay your head down in her lap, her fingers running through your hair.
❀ this is so cheesy and typical but she really does like when you give each other makeovers. it's so quiet and intimate and she relishes in your gentle touches on her face as you do her eyeliner. (also imagine this with an alt!farmer, like someone who gravitates towards a darker makeup style than her, and how fun it would be to switch styles for a night in the house).
❀ lowkey though your bathroom is a wreck. a hundred bottles in the shower, makeup scattered along the counter, sweet sticky notes stuck to the mirror, necklaces and jewelry hanging haphazardly on an organizer on the back wall.
❀ no matter who proposes to who and who receives the mermaid pendant, the other will get something of equal significance. haley would opt for a necklace of her own, something with your initials engraved on it.
❀ loves giving and receiving flowers. her eyes just light up so much when she walks in to a fresh bouquet of sunflowers, having just been plucked from your own garden and arranged beautifully. she thinks you would be a florist in another life. she prefers walking around the valley, taking pictures and collecting the prettiest wildflowers along the way to present to you.
❀ speaking of taking pictures, you're her best model! she'll take photos of you working on the farm, photos of you lying next to her on the beach, photos of you posed on the bed, dressed in little to nothing. says you make the prettiest photos for her.
❀ haley's lowk a freak in some ways. she kinda craves to be worshipped, but also wants to worship you. so she thrives on praise in and out of the bedroom. adores having you kiss her, tell her how beautiful she is, and she returns the favor for you.
❀ the easiest way to really get her flustered and needy is to ramp up the praise, making it almost extreme. tell her she's a goddess, she's a queen, nobody else could ever compare to her, you're so lucky to have such a pretty girl in your bed. she'll be like putty in your hands.
❀ the top/bottom and sub/dom dynamics are relatively balanced. i think it depends on the mood and the day and how sleepy haley is feeling. for example, she'd be more of a willing and dominant top if she's had a good day, like when you've laid out on the beach together in the summer and she's gotten the privilege to watch your body in a swimsuit all day long. she'd want to be cared for and treated though if it's a cold winter and she's huffy and overstimulated from her coat and scarf all day.
❀ she loves mutual masturbation, but will never say it out loud. she'll look so pretty with her splayed across your pillows, fingers between her legs, her bright blue eyes looking at you intensely as you pleasure your own self. you notice just how turned on she is and note to return to it again.
❀ loves bathing together and shamelessly running her hands all across your body, chalking it up to just washing off the farm from you (her words not mine), but really she's behind you biting her lips as her hands graze over your breasts and thighs.
❀ she's always watching and admiring you working. she sits on the front porch of your farmhouse, watching you harvest parsnips with your hair pulled back, your usual feminine clothes having been replaced by old farm gear. she's thinking long and hard about everything she wants to do with you.
request by @i-cant-fkn-spell: varang x na'vi!reader who was banished for a crime from their clan and now seeks refuge in the ash clan. -> instead of reader getting banished, reader’s home got destroyed. i hope that’s okay <3
synopsis. varang and you had been friends in your childhood. years later, you have to flee your home after its destruction. you seeks refuge in the mangkwan clan with the knowledge of your old friend being olo'eykte and the hope that she will help you in your desperation — but varang is a changed woman, not the girl you once knew.
warnings. [ SMUT ] fingering, oral sex (reader-receiving), scissoring, edging, reader is a pillow princess, angst (mentions of loss)
a/n. guys this is my first wlw fic, hope it isn’t that obvious 😔🙏🏻
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“Varang, come on!” Your voice rang through the rainforest of Eywa’eveng, as you jumped from branch to branch, and slung from vine to vine. Animals chattered, chirped and hooted in the distance, leaves rustled and twigs shivered while the blazing sun barely breached the thick canopy of trees above the two of you, letting only a few streams of golden light shine through.
A giggle escaped your lips. It felt as if you had grown wings. You felt the wind blow into your face and through your hair while you jumped from one branch to another. You glanced down at the forest floor many lengths beneath your feet. So small now from above.
When you finally found your footing, you slowed just enough to steal a glance over your shoulder to see how much quicker you had been than your friend. You’d been moving fast, faster than you usually did and your lungs burned.
But Varang was nowhere to be seen.
Your hairless eyebrows drew closer together, your focus sharpening as anxiety began to seep in, creeping up the back of your neck, cold and unwelcome. You listened harder, straining for the sound of footsteps, or anything. Yet all you heard was your own pulse roaring in your ears.
“Varang?” you called into the trees. No answer followed.
The forest seemed quieter, suddenly. Eerily silent. You felt your ears twitch nervously, as well as the tip of your tail.
“Varang!”
The fear turned into panic, your golden eyes hectically scanning your environment and searching for cobalt-blue stripes. But nothing.
Did she fall? No, she would never fall. Was she attacked? Abducted? But then why hadn’t you heard anything? No shouts and no cracks, no matter how much you strained your ears for any hints. Worry was written all over your face and a fist of fear clenched around your ribs.
“Dah!”
The sharp hiss near your ear startled you so violently, you flinched, almost losing your footing and toppling down. Heart leaping into your throat, ypu pitched toward the drop.
Only a familiar pair of slender hands shot out and caught you by the waist, fingers digging into the naked skin. Shock froze you for half a second before the following sound reached your ears — A cackle made them perk up and your body flood with relief.
“That was not funny!” you exclaimed once you had recovered, blood rushing to your face almost immediately. Varang let out another giggle before letting her friend go. “I thought you fell.”
“I never fall,” she mused. “And you are too easy to frighten, hì'tsiyu [little warrior].”
Despite yourself, a grin began to form on your lips as well. It wasn’t as if you never did these sort of things. It has become more of a contest between you two, seeing who could play more tricks and jokes on the other. Judging by the lingering thrum in your chest, Varang would be insufferably proud of herself this time.
The two of you didn’t see each other that often — sadly — due to you belonging to different clans, but when you did, you cherished your time together all the more.
Varang strode past you, her usual cocky smirk playing on her lips, and balanced across one thick branch. Her swaying tail hypnotized you for a moment, before you forced your eyes upwards again. After flicking the vine that marked the end of your race, she turned her head over her shoulder.
“I win.”
Dead. Slaughtered. Beaten, burnt, or shot. Every body you’d seen told a different story of panic and cruelty, frozen in the dirt where the sky people had left it. Homes smoldered behind you, their walls collapsed inward like ribcages crushed by force. The air had reeked of smoke and iron, thick enough to taste, clinging to your throat long after you’d fled.
The entire village was gone. That was the truth you carried with you. Or at least, that was what you told yourself. You hadn’t stayed long enough to be certain. There hadn’t been time for hope. Only instinct. Only survival.
You remembered the sounds most vividly. The crackle of flames, the distant echo of gunfire, the screams. It pressed in on you as you had ran, each step away from the village feeling like both an escape and a betrayal. Turning back would have meant death. Staying would have meant nothing at all.
So you left with the image burned into your mind. Bodies, ash and helplessness. The idea that someone might have lived, calling out into the smoke while you disappeared into the air on the back of your ikran, was a thought you couldn’t afford to entertain. Not then. Maybe not ever.
You have been forced to leave the only place you could call home, and ever will call home.
Home.
The word left a bitter taste in your mouth, hollow and sharp all at once, nothing more than a memory now. A dream that had slipped beyond reach, never to become real again. You would never walk those paths after a long hunt, never feel the familiar ache in your legs as the village came into view. The trees that marked the entrance, the ones you’d memorized since you were a girl, would never welcome you back. All gone, in a mere blink of an eye.
You had seen it done. How a sky person only had to press a single lever with one finger on their metal weapon. Just one click. That was all it took for fire to roar out of it like a demonic cloud, hungry and unstoppable, swallowing everything in its path. Wood and flesh alike. When it passed, there was nothing left but ash.
Pain radiated through your body from all the bruises, scratches and wounds. The grey dust burned in your eyes and scratched your throat, while tears blurred your vision, but you forced yourself to move. There was no other way to survive. The people from the sky didn’t care about anything but themselves.
Move or die.
A sob shook you, tears streaking your dirty face, as you clung to the only one you had left — Your ikran. The only thing that reminded you of your home and both of you were now running from it. You hated how you didn’t fight, even though you knew that would’ve ended in your death.
You had been out in the forest, gathering and hunting food to bring back to your people, when the sky people attacked your village. The first screams carried through the trees like a blade, sharp and unmistakable, and you abandoned everything without a second thought.
You tore through the undergrowth, slapping leaves from your face and stumbling over hidden roots, breath ripping in and out of your chest. The soles of your feet burned, skin rubbed raw against the earth, but you didn’t slow. Not until the cries grew louder, and the truth waiting ahead became impossible to outrun.
You were too late. Coming to an abrupt halt, your ears dropped. Huge machines out of lifeless steel mindlessly trampled down everything in its path and set everything ablaze, like your village was just an annoying bug underneath their feet.
You remembered the roar and the relentless beeping of their machines, the noise tearing through the air and plaguing your ears until it hurt to think. You’d clamped your hands over them, pressing hard, as if that might be enough to make it stop.
You had prayed to make it stop, but it never did. The machines kept screaming, uncaring and mechanical, and your prayer went unanswered as the noise swallowed everything else.
Now, everything was too quiet. Wind rushed into your face, catching at your hair and clothes, clouds peacefully floated above you. The dark night sky gave way to a few bright rays, shining from behind the horizon. The sun would soon rise again.
Your tears haven’t stopped, not really. Exhaustion weighed on you like a stone. Your muscles ached, your fingers numb from gripping the worn leather reins. The ikran beneath you shifted restlessly, mirroring your own despair, its wings drooping under the strain.
You were alone. Adrift in the wilderness, haunted by loss and uncertainty, searching desperately for a refuge that no longer existed.
“This is stupid,” Varang exclaimed, a frown etched into her features. “They never understand.”
As the two of you walked along the path leading towards a lake, you looped your arm around hers.
“Do not let them spoil your mood,” you try to lighten the atmosphere. “But you did question the Tsahìk in front of your entire clan, Varang.”
She simply rolled her golden eyes. “You sound like them already.”
You poked her into the side, making her yelp. “I do not. Try being nicer next time.”
You could’ve just stayed quiet instead because she wouldn’t, but you said it anyway.
Varang’s faith has never been as strong as yours, or anyone else’s for that matter. When they prayed, Varang would roll her eyes. When they thanked their Great Mother after a feast, she stayed silent. When they visited the Spirit Tree to contact their ancestors, she refused to follow.
She has always been different. Questioning their way of life, asking when something was not clear to her and if need be, defending her opinions fiercely. Even if that meant being sent into the forest until eclipse to ‘connect to the world around her’. The elders were strict like that.
Maybe that was why you liked her so much — She did not follow blindly.
With a gasp, you awoke. Your hand shot up to your chest, feeling your heart thrumming quickly beneath your fingertips. A deep breath filled your lungs in an attempt to calm yourself, before letting it rush back out.
Mawey, you told yourself.
Yesterday you had stopped your ikran when the weariness weighing on your mind and body became too much to bear. Letting yourselves fall from the sky from exhaustion wouldn’t have favored either of you.
Varang, echoed in your mind.
Perhaps it had been Eywa’s will to send you this dream of your old friend. Perhaps not. It didn’t matter to you, for you were certain your goddess had a plan for you.
You knew where to go. You had a destination now — The Mangkwan Clan, of which your childhood friend was now Olo’eykte and Tsahìk.
Every Na’vi knew their story. A tragic fate, with no happy ending to offer comfort. Once the Great Mountain had erupted and spat fire into the air, it had swept over the entire Mangkwan village. The forest had burnt down entirely, their Home Tree with it. The fire only left a few Na’vi alive, their lives now marked by loss and sorrow.
You heard the whispers about what they have become since then. Brutal, egoistical, violent, ruthless, agressive… The list went on.
Despite it all, you trusted your instinct. Though you haven’t seen Varang in years, you trusted she would not hurt you. And you really hoped this instinct was not pure naivety. Despite everything you have heard, you remembered the goodness in Varang barely anyone saw but you. Remembered your games, your jokes, your laughs. Hopefully it meant as much to her as it did to you.
After the sun had come down from its peak of the day, the mountain came into view. Fire Mountain, some called it. Ashy and grey it stretched high into the sky, a dark cloud of dust streaming out of its top. Around it was nothing but a grey waste with no life at great length.
A small tingle shot through your stomach and your tail flicked nervously. The point of return was lost now — The scouts had already spotted you, you knew this for a fact even if you couldn’t see them.
Flying lower, you searched for a place to land. Despite the growing pit of dread in your stomach, you left your weapons in the saddle bag and made your ikran stay. The ash and rubble beneath your soles crunched slightly as you walked the rest of the way.
Suddenly it felt like a stone had lodged itself into your stomach. What were you thinking? You hadn’t seen Varang since you were both girls. She could be a completely changed and different woman.
But the only thing you had left was your faith, and in your faith you trusted.
Leaving your weapons behind and holding your arms out to signal peaceful intentions didn’t suffice, apparently — A bolas wrapped around your feet and made you fall forward instantly, as your legs entangled themselves in each other. When your hands and knees connected roughly and painfully with the ground, a grunt left your mouth.
Before you could even explain anything, a knife was held at your throat and multiple arrows pointed your way. The hisses, grunts and yells of the hunters filled your ears, increasing the feeling of dread even further.
“Oe za'u mì fpom [I come in peace]!”
You hadn’t seen the Mangkwan Clan since the mountain spat fire, and they definitely changed. A lot. Ash was smeared across their entire body, making them look weirdly pale for former forest Na’vi. Black and red paint decorated their face, arms, stomach or legs. Their clothing was dark. Metal scraps or bones pierced various body parts. After squinting your eyes a bit, a shudder ran down your spine when you realized they had all scarred their bioluminescent spots.
So the stories were true. You hadn’t dared to believe that they all turned their back on Eywa. Even if Varang had always defied their Mother, it was still a shock to you.
“Your Olo’eykte. Bring me to Varang,” you commanded, even if you seriously were in no position to command anything.
Instead of listening to you, the Mangkwan warriors kept hooting and hollering into your face, pressing the blade closer to your throat and restraining your arms behind your back painfully.
Frustration built inside of you. You had managed to come this far, you were not going to let those five ruin this.
“You can stop me here,” you said decisively, raising your voice. “Just be ready to tell Varang why my blood is on yourhands.”
The Mangkwan stilled. The moment stretched as the weight of the choice settled over them —Risking to end your life or risking the danger of letting a stranger into their camp.
The one standing in front of you held your gaze, his eyes sharp and unyielding. Seconds dragged by, both of you daring the other to back down. You saw his jaw clench in quiet frustration. At last, he broke the stare first and subtly nodded to his people. The hand at your shoulder loosened, and the cold bite of the blade at your neck withdrew.
A breath of relief flooded your chest, though you tried to hide your agitation. You shook the bolas from your feet, wiped the dust off your skin and straightened your back. No weakness.
Flanking you left and right, they walked you to the entrance of the village, if you could even call this a village.
The protective walls of the camp were the burnt remains from the trunk of their Home Tree, you realized with sadness. Dead trees stood around it and ikrans were shrieking above them in the sky.
With every step closer, your heartbeat picked up its pace. Every attempt of calming yourself failed, and the stares of the Mangkwan people as soon as you stepped foot into their home didn’t help at all.
You couldn’t think clearly. The words you wished to say felt heavy before they were ever spoken, tangled with time and distance and everything that had been lost in between. It had been so long since you’d last stood before Varang as a friend, and not as a problem. The memory of her laughter, her voice, felt out of place against the reality waiting ahead.
This wasn’t a warm welcome. It was suspicion, steel, and silent judgment. You could feel the weight of their gazes, thinking how you didn’t belong here. And they were right. You didn’t.
The thought of facing her like this made your chest tighten. Whatever bond you’d once shared, you had no way of knowing whether it still existed or whether it had burned away with everything else.
Quicker than you would’ve hoped, she stepped out of her tent, just as elegantly and gracefully as you remembered. As much as you tried, you couldn’t tear your wide eyes away from her.
Long slender legs crossed the distance confidently, her tail swaying behind her. The blue stripes of her once bright skin were now hidden under pale dust. Black paint had been smeared over most of her legs, as well as red on her arms and hands. A red stripe stretched from forehead to belly button, except for the lower half of her face, beneath the nose and mouth. She had blackened the area around her eyes with coal, making her yellow eyes seem even brighter and more penetrating. A headdress out of feathers sat atop her head, small animal teeth decorated her scalp. The necklace of a Tsahìk dangled beneath her chin. The top and loincloth were made out of leather and contrasted her pale skin. Where once gleamed bioluminescent freckles, scars adorned her skin. Sacrification from rituals, you guessed.
“Varang.” You bowed your head and lowered your eyes. “Olo’eykte and Tsahìk of the Mangkwan.”
Her eyes assessed you for a few moments, her gaze feeling like it bore right through you and into your soul. Your skin itched, uncomfortable under the intense stare.
“Leave us!” she firmly commanded the people lingering around them. Like a lightning bolt had struck, they flinched back and skittered away.
And then, your name passed her lips.
Against your will, your tail twitched upwards and you felt a warm feeling spread in your stomach. Heat rose up your neck, because you could feel how the corner of her mouth twitched upwards in satisfaction at your flustered state.
She sounded more sure of herself since you last saw her, to no surprise. She was a woman now, as were you. You could still recall her childish voice all those years back—
There was no time for this. You scolded yourself sharply for clinging to memories of what once had been between you. That life was years behind you now, buried beneath loss and distance, and yet it refused to loosen its grip on your memory. Pushing those thoughts away, you concentrated on the moment, but before you could state your intentions, the Mangkwan leader interrupted you.
“I heard what the sky people have done to your home.”
You dared to look up now, ears flicking in surprise. Varang tilted her head, slowly stepping closer. You instinctively held your breath.
“It seems your goddess has not heard your prayers, hì'tsiyu [little warrior].”
The words made you pause, your tail flicking sharply in irritation as a frown creased your brows. Of all the things you had expected from her, this hadn’t been one of them. How could she say this to you? After everything you had endured, after all that had been taken from you. She, more than anyone, should understand.
The ash Na’vi only smiled, which stretched into a grin. Bringing her painted hand up to your face, she let one finger glide across your jaw. Your nose twitched in irritation, a sharp breath slipping through your teeth as you resisted the urge to pull away. The closeness was unsettling and it made your muscles tense despite yourself.
Varang dropped her hand.“Come,” she said, and you did.
Walking after her into her tent, you were met with bones, metal and herbs hanging from the ceiling. But before you could really look around, she had taken both your hands in hers, which distracted you once more. Looking back up into her eyes, you realized they had changed. Somehow. Her pupils have blown wider, you could see yourself in those black pits. Her stare seemed enticing, alluring. It suddenly felt ten times hotter than before, like it burnt your skin wherever her gaze landed.
“So,” she spoke, quietly. Almost like a purr. “Why are you really here?”
You needed a few moments to answer, not quite sure what she was insinuating. “I came to you, because my home was—”
“Don’t play stupid,” she interrupted. Her hands crawled from yours upwards. Over your wrists, your forearms, to your elbows. “Why have you come to me?”
Various muscles in your body tensed, the reaction instinctive. It wasn’t only her question that set you on edge, but the way her touch lingered. Soft, unhurried, and entirely too certain of itself. Each caress sent a strange warmth through you, your senses blurring as your head began to spin.
The problem was, you didn’t know yourself. Not truly. You had been in a life-or-death-situation and the first person that had come to mind was Varang. The shared moments in light as well as in darkness. Your shared joy, your shared pain. It unsettled you how easily she surfaced then. Not just her face, but the weight of everything you shared.
“It was the only thing I knew.” The only thing I wanted.
Heavy silence followed your answer. Your gazes stayed interlocked, neither of you capable of looking away. Though Varang had done a lot to change her appearance since you last saw her, her eyes were still the same. Golden yellow and bright, like a window to her battered soul.
Pity overtook your heart, as you reminded yourself of why she had changed so drastically in the first place. She had always been impulsive, short-tempered and stubborn, yes, but never cruel. You hadn’t known her as such a violent person. The kind others whispered about in hushed tones, trading gruesome stories like warnings. It was said she killed her father and sister to seize control of the clan. If this was true, you didn’t know, but a voice in your mind whispered: If she didn’t do it, where were they then?
Perhaps the fire had burned away a part of her soul as well, on the day it wreaked destruction on her home and changed the way of the Mangkwan forever.
“Varang, what happened to you?” you whispered.
Abruptly, she turned away and a hiss rattled her throat. Not directed towards you, but at the memories your questions brought.
“You know this,” she spat, back still turned to you. “Your precious goddess decided to abandon us and she will see what comes of it.”
“But—” you tried to argue, though you could’ve already known it was for nothing. Varang would never See again.
“Why have you come here if you still follow a weak god?” she hissed. “You know our way. Choose yours.”
Your ears folded downwards, flattening against your head. The last thing you wanted was to provoke her to anger or push her further away when you had only just found your way back to her side. She was right — You couldn’t change her when she refused to, so why try?
“I came here for you.”
Both of you stilled for a moment, frozen in place as the weight of your words settled between you. A flicker of fear passed through you. Did you say too much?
The honesty of your confession felt dangerously exposed. She whipped back around with startling swiftness and her eyes practically devoured you with an intensity that made your breath catch.
“Is that so?” she purred, her voice dropping to something softer, more dangerous. The sharp edge of anger had melted away.
She took a step closer, then another, until the space between you felt charged with something you couldn’t quite name. Her eyes never left yours, yellow and unblinking, watching the way your breath hitched, the way your micro expressions betrayed your inner unease.
“You came all this way,” she said, “through fire and ruin, just for me?”
There was something almost predatory in the way she moved, circling you slowly, her tail swaying with grace. But beneath it, you caught something else. Something that made your heart skip. A flicker of curiosity, perhaps even longing. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there nonetheless, lurking beneath the layers of authority and danger she wore like armor.
Your throat felt dry, leaving you unable to form words. All you could manage was a small nod. The air inside the tent seemed to press down on you, thick and stifling. Why did it suddenly feel so unbearably hot in here?
Both of you stood too close now, too close to simply call yourselves friends. Heat flowed through your veins, sudden and overwhelming, until it felt as though every inch of you had been set alight from the inside. Your face burned and your tail flailed behind you before you could rein it in, betraying stupidly what you refused to name out loud.
Her hands found your arms again once she stood before you, a grin slowly beginning to spread on her face. The soft tips of her fingers left goosebumps in their wake, sending sparks of excitement through your entire nervous system.
“Perhaps you are telling the truth,” she continued, making you gulp. “Perhaps not.”
You parted your lips to protest, to defend the honesty of your words, but Varang was quicker. She pressed one finger against your lips in a silent command to hold your tongue.
“I have my ways of knowing what drives those who come before me.” She opened her right palm, revealing a symbol etched into her skin — An eye surrounded by dark rays that stretched outward like flames. “But with you,” she drawled, palm finding your cheek, “I will try something different.”
Her hand wandered from your cheek to your jaw, and from there to the back of your neck. Her fingers wrapped around your kuru, giving it one firm tug. You gasped.
Before you could process the meaning of her words, she moved with unexpected speed. Her hands found your shoulders and with one fluid motion she pushed you backwards. You stumbled back and fell onto her sleeping mat, the world tilting as soft furs and supple leathers caught your fall. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your breath, strands of hair falling across your flushed face.
Varang watched you intensely and began to move towards you with fluid grace. The way she advanced reminded you of a hunter stalking its prey. Her yellow eyes, which had always burned bright, now seemed to smolder with something darker and far more consuming. They held an intensity you had never seen before. Her eyelids were hooded, half-closed in a way that spoke of a barely restrained desire, of hunger that had been denied for far too long.
What you didn’t know: Your old friend had harbored this hunger for years, but she could never quite put it into words during your teenage years together. Back then, when you were both young and the world seemed simpler, she had wanted to ask this of you countless times but could never summon the courage to speak it aloud. The words would catch in her throat, trapped behind fear and uncertainty, and so she remained silent, watching you from afar.
But now, seeing you standing before her after all these years apart, desperate and vulnerable, begging for her help and her refuge in your darkest hour… She found that she could no longer hold herself back. The restraint she had maintained for so long crumbled away like hardenened mud. She craved you with an intensity that consumed her thoughts. And deep within your own heart, though perhaps you hadn’t fully admitted it to yourself until this very moment, you craved her just as badly.
You shifted your weight and propped yourself up on your elbows, your arms trembled slightly beneath you. Your mouth fell open in a mixture of shock and anticipation, your lips parting as you watched her with wide eyes, unable to look away. She moved with deliberate slowness as she kneeled between your spread legs, her body fitting into the space as if it had always belonged there. Troughout it all her eyes never left yours, making your heart wildly pound behind your ribcage.
“Varang—” you breathed, but she shushed you, “Quiet.”
A gasp tore from your throat when she ripped off your loincloth in one swift movement. The woven material cut into your skin before it teared with a snap. The ruined cloth fell away and landed on the floor, forgotten and irrelevant. Cool air kissed your now exposed skin, a contrast to the burning heat that radiated from your core and spread through your trembling limbs.
For many agonizing heartbeats, the Olo'eykte did nothing — Nothing but watch, while she studied every detail of you. How your ears lowered and folded back, a gesture of complete surrender that made something primal stir within her chest. How your eyes watered with desperate need, tears threatening to spill over your lashes. How your nose twitched and your breath came in short stuttering gasps that made your chest rise and fall unevenly. How your limbs tensed with barely controlled lust. How your thighs trembled on either side of her body, betraying the restraint it cost you not to rub yourself against her like an animal in heat. How your entire body shook beneath the weight of her burning gaze, your skin flushed and heated, covered in a sheen of sweat.
And of course, how your exposed core glistened in the low light, slick with arousal that had been building since the moment she first touched you. How it leaked out of you, your desire evident in the way moisture gathered and pooled, catching the light with each subtle movement of your hips. How it dripped down slowly, trailing past your hole, dampening the furs beneath you. You were so wet, so utterly drenched with need, that she couldn’t suppress a delighted giggle.
She licked her lips hungrily, making her fangs poke out from behind her lip for a second.
“All for me?” she purred, sliding one finger from your knee to your inner thigh. You mewled pathetically when she neared the area where you wanted her the most. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, more friction, anything to relieve the ache that had built to an almost unbearable intensity. But she stopped, and you threw your head back with a groan.
A harsh slap landed on your thigh, forcing a startled gasp from your lips as your body jerked upward.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, all for you!”
A confident smile settled on her face again, a sign of satisfaction that spoke of her absolute control over this moment. With torturous, deliberate slowness, she let two of her fingers trail to your folds, which made tingles shoot your lower body. She dragged them carefully from your entrance upwards in one long, languid stroke, gathering your slick on her fingertips.
“So wet,” she whispered, making your face heat up significantly. You felt so exposed, so bare beneath her sharp eyes, but the thrill excited you more than you could’ve ever imagined in your dirtiest fantasies.
Despite your obvious desperation — or even because of it — she retreated her hand and brought it in front of her face. Without blinking, you stared at her dumbly as she opened her mouth and placed two fingers inside, before wrapping her lips around them. When your taste met her tongue, she hummed. Embarassment burned through you, but still, you were simply unable to look away.
Any words you meant to utter got stuck in your throat and you only pressed your thighs together for the friction that you craved so desperately.
“I always knew you would taste as sweet as nectar,” she breathed, before continuing to rub your folds, smearing your juice all over your pussy. Her touch sent electric sensations through your entire body, tingling from your head to the tip of your tail.
You let your head fall back and closed your eyes in bliss, tail curling and back arching off the furs.
Her fingers slid lower, finally, making your chest tighten with anticipation. This was replaced by impatience very soon, when she started to tease you. Letting only her fingertips disappear in you, or circling the rim too slowly for your liking.
You needed more.
In a desperate attempt to fuck you on her fingers, you lifted your hips, which was only met with a giggle and the retreat of her digits. You whimpered again, “Please.”
“Greedy.”
And then, she gave you what you craved and begged so sweetly for: She slipped into your warmth with ease, your slickness allowing for little resistence. Your face contorted in pleasure and your mouth fell open, a sweet moan slipping out. Your walls tensed around her digits so deliciously, so perfectly, that she could feel the ridges inside of you.
“Is that what you wanted, kalin ‘eve [sweet girl]?” You nodded furiously.
Sinking her fingers into you to the knuckles, she began to curl them upwards and as soon as she hit your deepest and sweetest spot, you swore to see stars behind your eyelids. In your stupor, you grabbed hold of her wrist, but not to push her away — to pull her even closer, impossibly deep inside you.
A whimper escaped your lips, high and desperate, as her thumb began to trace maddeningly slow circles on your clit. So close, yet not close enough. Your other hand clutched at the furs beneath you, knuckles turning a pale blue with the force of your grip.
“More,” you pressed out, frustration growing with every second.
Varang stopped both administrations completely, making a whine rip from your throat and tears well up in your eyes. “I ask you now. Did you tell the truth? You only came here for me?”
Your back arched off the mat, your body screaming for more stimulation. “Yes, yes!” you pleaded. “Varang, please, I need you—”
“Tsk,” she scolded with a sadistic grin. “So greedy.”
Without any further torture, she lowered her head between your legs and a flicker of hope passed through your chest — which soon turned into relief.
Her warm mouth engulfed your clitoris completely. She sucked on it harshly, making your eyes roll into the back of your head, while her tongue lapped and licked through your folds in long, deliberate strokes. Spit mixed with your slickness, creating obscene sounds, that echoed through the small tent alongside your desperate gasps and whimpers.
Her fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside you, curling and stroking against that perfect spot with each thrust. The dual stimulation of her mouth on your clit and her fingers buried deep within you created a pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable. Your thighs trembled violently on either side of her head, threatening to close around her, but she held them open with her free hand, her grip firm and unyielding.
You closed your eyes in bliss, as the waves of pleasure intensified. Your abs tensed, your breath came in short bursts and you were sure to release the pressure that had built in your abdomen any moment now. Her slender fingers pressing into her while her tongue stimulated her clit was perfect. Just a little more…
But again, she stopped suddenly. You cried out, stray tears of frustration rolling down your temples.
“You are just as impatient as I remember,” Varang taunted, raising to her full height. You wanted to protest, but quickly closed your mouth when she crawled on top of you, now hovering above your thighs.
Varang took your leg with surprising gentleness, her strong hand wrapping around your calf as she guided it upward. She hooked it over her shoulder, the position opening you to her as she slid between your spread thighs. Her own core, slick and heated, pressed against yours and the first contact made you both gasp in unison.
The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The heat, the wetness, the way her folds slid against yours with each movement of her hips… It sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your entire body. Your back arched off the furs as she began to grind against you, her movements slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm that had you moaning helplessly beneath her.
“Look at me,” Varang commanded, her voice rough with desire. Your eyes fluttered open to meet her burning gaze, and what you saw there made your breath catch in your throat. Raw hunger and obsessive need, years of pent-up longing finally unleashed.
It made your core tighten and your abdomen stir with excitement, while your gaze hungrily took in every inch of her. Her burning eyes, the sweat clinging to her smooth skin, the way she moved so deliciously against you. Everything overwhelmed you in a way you weren’t familiar with.
Quickly that same intense pressure returned to your lower stomach, and your body tensed. One of your hands clung to her leg, while the other clawed into the fur beneath you.
Her rhythm grew faster, more frantic, as she chased her own release while pushing you toward yours. The wet sounds of your bodies moving together filled the tent, mixing with your desperate moans and ragged breathing. Your clit rubbed against hers with each thrust of her hips, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your core.
“Yes, yes, yes!” you gasped, your voice breaking. “I’m close, I’m close—”
She sent a smirk your way, and that was all it took. The tension that had been building inside you finally snapped. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, overwhelming and all-consuming, and you screwed your eyes shut. Your walls clenching rhythmically as waves of intense pleasure coursed through every nerve ending. You babbled out a mix of her name and praises, your voice raw and broken, as your vision went white.
The sight of you coming undone beneath her pushed Varang over the edge. Her movements became erratic, grinding harder against you as her own release came closer. A guttural moan left her throat as her body shuddered with the force of her climax. Her hand gripped your leg tighter, her other hand bracing against the furs as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
You forced in a deep breath, as your climax subsided and blinked your teary eyes open. For a few heartbeats, neither of you moved. Your gaze lifted and held hers, both of you staring into each other’s eyes.
Varang blinked first and slowly released your leg. It dropped onto the mat, exhaustion making your limbs feel heavier than normally. She lowered herself onto all fours and straddled you, legs on either side of your hips. You gulped.
Her smooth hands slithered from your chest to your shoulders. You saw her tail swishing behind her in pleased satisfaction. For a moment, she only watched you. Watched how your breath still came in short bursts, how a few sweaty strands of hair clung to your forehead or how your perceptive eyes glowed in the low light.
“I enjoy you, hì'tsiyu [little warrior],” she purred, wiping a strand of hair behind your ear, “so I will keep you.”
You didn’t mind that at all.
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im so sorry that i've been very inactive, but i am hoping to post this z-dog x fem reader short today before i go to sleep!
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Varang and you using that tsaheylu torture method to get each other off😣 god help me
ఇ when you first start dating she definitely uses it against you every time you give her attitude, immediately sending you to your knees and begging for forgiveness (she’s sooo into it)
ఇ obviously less torture more pleasure when you guys do it, she would never actually hurt you that bad
ఇ even when you first mate, she sent a small surge towards you, and you slap her thigh in annoyance once you come back into reality because she promised you gentleness
ఇ she bullies you constantly, teasing you with it, calling you weak for not being able to make her submit
ఇ when you finally muster up the strength to do it back..she sees stars actually
ఇ her little maniacal giggles the minute she realizes how much fun you guys are gonna have
ఇ anyone who walks past your hut at night literally anytime will hear back and forth grunts, moans, and hissing
ఇ they literally cant tell if yall are fighting to the death or fucking (probably both)
ఇ she absolutely adores the way your nose scrunches up when you hiss at the pain
ఇ enjoys it even more when you hiss at her
i cant go on any longer..i tried to keep this somewhat less vulgar but if i continue i might just lose my mind
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