Warnings: Grief, Loss, no direct detail of death but deals with and mentions to the death of a child. sight description of depression? Angst
I am feeling angsty, so you all have to deal with it. I have seen the new movie, and i think that while we get some amazing scenes diving into the inner workings of Jake and Neytiri navigating grief. but I want to delve deeper. buckle up :)
Neytiri hadn't spoken since they had left the water, she sat balanced in the centre of the room cutting nuts Tsireya had left as a gift. The older Na'vi women had not made direct eye contact with anyone. while she knew that no one in the hut with her was to blame for what had happened she felt as though meeting anyone's gaze would be a challenge and she couldn't bare to lash out at anyone she loved.
"okay" it was Jake's voice that had interrupted her thoughts, she hadn't even heard Kiri's and Spider's questions. But before she could ask, they left her remaining children and him. That thing they call a friend. The weight on her chest began to grow heavier, how could they not see? see him for what he was? a parasite, a scourge upon their home. The humans, those tiny pathetic flesh bags that seek to destroy and scar wherever they go and bring nothing but pain and suffering. how could her children be blind to the truth.
Her eyes rose, and when she saw him the weight pressed heavier and anger began to bubble in her stomach. Him. Him and his demon blood, the blood that had lead to her own being spilt, the blood that caused her children to think so differently at times from normal Na'vi. The blood that gave them those hands that- that their father had given them. It was his fault. He had been chosen by Eywa he was Toruk Makto, a warrior and yet her children, were. They were impulsive, disrespectful, clumsy and ignorant. They couldn't see that it was bad enough that spider was a human, but he was that demon's son. He could never be one of them, how could he? And yet Kiri, Tuk and her sons, son, will continue to play with him as if he were just like any other child in the village. Her finger's gripped the blade tighter, her knuckles locking into place from the tension.
"Neytiri" Jake's voice pulled her out of her thoughts, but it did not quell the anger nor lift the weight from her lungs. She hummed in response. "Say it" his tone was matter-of-fact; he was addressing the unspoken accusations that she held behind her lips with gritted teeth. She would not meet his eyes, nor respond. She simply continued slicing the nuts. "You cannot ignore me" She shifted her weight so that he back would prevent any view of her face. Her ears pricked as he shifted from his own position and moved in front of her. She saw his legs bend out of the corner of her eye, desperately trying to sink back into her thoughts, anything to take her away from reality. "You can't do this to us baby, you can't sink into the pain" Neytiri's face scrunched up her response to his words, visceral. Jake leaned towards her, arm stretched out. She flinched away borderline hissing at her mate.
How could he say such a thing? how was he not drowning in the pain. How was he functional? The anger began to boil. Each bubble releasing the cries of her pain, grief for her sister, her home, her father, her forest, her safety, her people and now her son. how no matter how strong even a tree will fall with enough pressure. she had to believe there was a reason. A purpose -
"Neytiri say something." his words pulled her back, again. this time she stood. breathing heavy. her fingers tracing her song cord. The weight on her chest forcing her lungs to burn. her heart heart. Physically hurt. If Ronal told her it would stop beating from the grief she would believe it. Her legs felt heavy and stiff, this was it. She had finally broken, she had absorbed to much, held onto to too much pain, her Neteyam, her hope was gone.
"Please" Jakes voice pierced her thoughts once again. She couldn't take it any more. She had to leave before she snapped. she spun around as Jakes hand landed on her shoulder. "Neytirir" she wove around him, walking into the night time air. the sea spray kissing her ankles. She wouldn't speak, couldn't bring herself too. To much hatred sat in her stomach, almost gestating she had to stop it. Neytiri wanted nothing more than to feel that joy again. to allow nothing but love back into her life. Neteyam had been born into so much love and joy and yet. The same body that carried him also carries more pain than one soul can hold. She wouldn't speak, because her words would be venom. her voice harsh and damaged from grief. Her blood would be acid in her veins and she would push that pain on whoever places the last blow that causes the dam to fall. She needed to trust in Eywa that she was still the same woman she was yesterday, despite the fact that Neytiri knew, she had buried her soul with the ancestors just hours before.
A fact she knew Jake would never admit to himself.
So she would sit here, in her silence until her soul finds her again.
(I found this in my drafts from like a year ago so please take this as a bread crumb offering and a promise of more to come. Literally đ€)
Warnings: Personally I see Neytiri as more of a switch than a sub. But I did my best here. Itâs slightly fluffy as well I hope this is what you wanted!
Personally I see Neytiri as more of a switch than a sub.
However she is indeed a sub, and not a shameful one at that. she will beg your attention or your praise at any given time. she is strong and independent however she craves for you in every sense of the word.
She will melt at your praise or compliments. "You look so pretty today" "A clean kill as always Neytiri, well done" "Mine" As you hug her from behind moving her hair away from her neck and placing a kiss upon her smooth skin, this action would always force a shiver down her spine.
She is very loving and this takes the form of pda and gift giving. She will create intricate beaded jewellery or clothing to adorn your chest or hair. Seeking your hand in every social setting and clinging to your chest at night.
When she become incredibly needy when she is aroused and is too shy to speak the words out loud.
You try to be patient and continue with your tasks. But her wide sparkling eyes are too much and you begin to spiral into your own desire.
Depending on the timing you may take her to your own private sleeping area. Where you can have the time and the security to do as you please for as long as you please.
However if the urge is too much you will guide her into the woods finding a secluded area where you can have Neytiri all to yourself.
She is sensitive so will shiver as you kiss down her neck gently at first increasing your pressure and the force of your teeth against her bioluminescent skin.
She is a vocal little thing so will whimper and beg you to do something, anything.
You oblige because she is just too pretty when she begs.
Sub!Neytiri is a pillow princess and you cannot convince me otherwise.
She would gasp as you push your knee between her legs almost lifting her off the ground one arm stabilising you both the other guiding her hips as her head falls back against the tree youâd pressed her against only moments ago.
Her hands cannot stay still. She runs her fingers through your hair. Sheâll hold your cheek. Push her hands under your beaded cloths and squeeze your chest, running her thumb over your nipples.
Youâd pull her hand up and kiss her palm. Wanting the focus on her.
âPlease Y/Nâ
Youâd keep her at a slow pace until she came. Hard. And then youâd lower yourself so she rested above your face with her back against the tree for support. Your arms wrapped around her thighs.
Eating an overstimulated Neytiri? Bliss.
âArgh, please, uhhâ
She cannot control the noises she makes. She will arch her back pressing her hands ontop of yours in some sort of beg for release or mercy. Either one works for you.
The mewls and cries of pleasure are enough to cause your own core to heat up and thrust involuntarily. âSoo goodâ she would practically drawl this one.
She makes note of this but is too close to act.
She comes again like this.
You flip her over gently but firmly place her on the ground. Kissing down her body and up again. Lacing your hands with hers.
Kissing her breasts lazily, smiling as you feel her twitch. You arnt even halfway down with her yet. You were in for a long ride.
Hi my loves, I will be writing. But it is the holiday season and over the next few days I will be busy but trust I will provide. If anyone has any requests they would like to send in then please do not hesitate đ
Sam Winchester being a total dom, soft dom, service top, obsessed with taking care of you and doing everything
But you tie him up, forcing him immobile as you sit in his lap, begging for his touch and attention knowing his hands are tied up
And heâs genuinely so distraught over seeing you having to pleasure yourself and do the work that he breaks out of his restraints and practically jumps you, muttering âIâve got you, sweet girl. Iâll make you feel all better. Allllll better. Iâll take care of you- let me, baby. Let me make you feel good Iâll make you feel so good-â
And next thing you know your pinned to the bed being fingered and manhandled by him
Hehe
LIKE I LOVE IT WHEN THEYRE PATHETIC AND DESPERATE WHILE ALSO BEING DOMINANT IT MAKES THEM KINDA SCARY and I luvvv scary
Colonel Mairi creating protection runes for a hundred and seven children. Liam carving dragon figurines for his friends. Sloane developing a signet that enables power redistribution. gift-giving is in their blood your honor
Notes: Sorry for using pussy pronouns. It will happen again.
Joel Miller was a man of few words in most every place except the one where he found himself about to beat the brakes off your pussy. Then he never shut the fuck up.
âUh-huhâŠjust a little moreâŠI know, sweet girl, I know.â
You had your hands at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel of his â71 Ford F-100, but rather than driving anywhere, your ass was comfortably parked on the front of his jeansâstraddling his lap backwards while you rubbed your half-clad cunt over stonewashed denim. It was hell.
Youâd been grinding against the bulge beneath those jeans so hard, and for so long, your white cotton undies had parted to the side, and your pleasure was nearly stretched commensurate with just how pathetic you felt.
Your head dropped between your two hands on the black molded plastic of the wheel, and you let out a whine.
âJoelââ
âKeep goinâ.â
âThis ainât fair!â
Without hesitation, the hands that were holding your hips tightened their grip, and now Joel was raking your lower half over his. Rutting your core back and forth.
âYou wanna know what ainât fair?â he seethed.
He didnât wait for you to answer.
âHow much sheâs been droolinâ over me all night.â
âSheâ meaning your unfucked cunt, of course.
Joel then punctuated his sentence with a particularly hard press of his palmâforcing you to lay flat on the steering wheel, hips tilted back to him. With just one callused finger of his other hand, he found you soaked between your folds. He dragged it from your clit to your aching hole, and you heard him sigh, as though sad.
âItâs a cryinâ shame,â Joel said. Lamenting.
You were almost lost to the sensation of his finger rubbing you up and down, but somehow, you managed, âW-W-What is, Joel?â in between soft, plaintive sounds.
Sometimes you forgot how much older he was than you. Sometimes you said he was just like the boys your age. Other times he had you pinned like this, breaths calm and cruelly measured while you damn near came apart beneath his hand, and then you remembered everything.
âYou just couldnât wait âtil we got home,â he grumbled.
Using the same hand heâd been stroking you with, Joel laid a quick slap to your cunt, and you jumped. Your head narrowly missed the roof of his truck; still, you groaned.
ââMâsorry, Joel,â you keened.
You werenât. The old man knew you werenât.
The hand that had been splayed over your back sank in. The force of that push pressed your belly to the chipped Ford logo at the center of the steering wheel, and with the added pressure went the blare of the carâs horn.
The sound mightâve lasted two seconds before you scrambled back, desperate, into Joelâs broad chest. A couple old-timers making their way from the bar to their cars in the parking lot cocked their heads curiously in your direction a couple yards away. Seeing nothing of note, they lost interest just as quick and kept walking.
âSorry for what?â Joel said.
At the moment, he didnât seem to notice, or care, that his truck was parked a mere stoneâs throw away from the Tipsy Bison, and bar-goers were milling freely between the building and the cars all around you. His belt unbuckled all the same, zip came down in a blink, and his thick, veiny, throbbing, and angry cock came to rest between your cheeks. He started to push you forward.
âSorry forâ for flirtinâ with Tommy,â you stammered, sucking in a breath when you felt him run the head of his cock between your lips. You could hear a soft squelch.
âAnd Lucien?â
âAnd Lucien.â
âAndââ
âAnd Dieter, and Frankie, and Javi, and Marcus.â
Rattling off the names of all the men youâd been flirting with at the bar to make Joel jealous and take you back home to fuck you became an embarrassing chant.
âAnd?â
ââŠand Mayor Garcia,â you completed, sheepishly.
Back in there, you hadnât been too proud to stoop to a politicianâs level, even. That was how needy youâd been to get attention, and now Joel was giving it to you.
As hard as he couldâhe didnât wait for the âOKâ before seating you on his cock. You were simply pulled back from the wheel and into his lap, onto his stiff erection, and before you could steady yourself, he started drilling.
âEven through these pantiesââ Joel tugged at the cream-colored cotton heâd easily slipped past, ââeven through that slutty little skirt, I could feel how wet she was.â
Your eyes squeezed shut, and your hands found purchase in the torn-up leather of the seat, fisting strings and patches of fabric in a helpless sort of plea as Joel took over. With the buttons of his dark green flannel searing a stripe down your spine and his grey-speckled chin coming to nudge between your neck and your shoulder as he fucked you, you felt content. Secure.
Spilling more for him, then. Seeping rivers down the length of his shaft as he breached your walls and made you his all over again. And again. Leaving trails of arousal with every thrust, and rolling your head, limply, into his.
âShe cryinâ for me?â Joel breathed, âOr somebody else?â
As if on cue, his cock hit the most sensitive ridge inside you, and you felt yourself gush even more. Dripping now.
âYou.â Your voice was raw.
âMe?â Joelâs degradingly sweet.
Before you could answer âyouâ once more, the driverâs door cracked open beside you both. For one panicked, terrifying second, you thought someone from the bar mightâve caught you twoâthen you were stunned to look over and see it was Joelâs own tough, steel-toed boot that had propped the door open to the cool night air.
The truck was facing the barâs front door, shielded only by some foliage and a hatchback car about half its size. Other than that, you were exposed to whoever happened to pass by the big, bay window and take a look inside.
Joel felt you tense, and he pressed a kiss to you neck. Then he slid you carefully, almost tenderly, to the left until you were perched over the side of the seat with your legs dangling out of the truckâstill filled to the hilt with his cock and pressed tight to the front of his chest.
âCry a little more,â he urged.
Then, when your pussy gave an involuntary clench and drenched him some more, he slipped a hand around your front and started toying with your clit. Your gaze was wide, almost frightened as you stared ahead at the bar and saw patrons making rounds about the tiny place, fearing one might see you and Joel, but it felt so good. And wrong. And reckless, having this man who was easily decades your senior bouncing you up and down on his cock and letting you soil the front of his Wranglers.
âPussyâs fuckinâ soakinâ me, pretty girl,â Joel let out a chuckle and gave your shoulder a playful bite when you pulsed around him again, âSqueezinâ me real tight, too.â
It was like your body was beyond your own control. You scarcely even realized your cunt had him gripped with such force, much less made a mess of his old denim. He just held you to him and kept pressing rough, stubbled kisses to your shoulder, reminding you over and over how sweet you were, how well you were taking him, how nice and tight and goddamn pretty that pussy mustâve looked gushing around daddyâs cockâmaybe we can fuck in frontâa the mirror so we can see it later, huh, baby?
You wouldâve said yes to anything he said, you reckoned.
Especially when his arms moved over your front and you felt him grin, and he hugged you while he fucked youânobody made you feel quite as special while they were splitting you open. Nobodyâs balls felt quite as heavy and firm and full while hitting your ass by turns, and certainly no one but Joel could make you cum just as quick when he leaned into your ear and said, âLet go for me, darlinâ.â
You did, and you felt his warmth follow inside you with the friction of just two more thrusts. Your head fell back on his shoulder, a moan clawed out of your throat, and the warm, euphoric feeling of release washed over your senses in waves, one trembling sensation after the next. Joelâs groans were quick to spill into your own, and, likewise emptying himself, he held your hips to his and made sure every drop stayed right where he wanted it.
His spend was always heavy, but this load felt larger than usualâlike heâd been aching to fuck you full of his cum. Just as you both were coming down from your highs, you couldnât help but key in on that soft, sticky warmth, likely to come oozing as soon as Joel pulled out of you.
In fact, you got to be so focused that you jumped when you felt something press to your cheek a second later.
It took another moment to register it as a kiss from Joel.
Then his tongue, dragging softly up the side of your face.
You started to laugh, about to ask him what the hell he was doing, when you felt a tear slip out of your other eye. With the sudden, sharp influx of pleasure, the moisture had leaked out without you even feeling it. Joel grinned.
He gave your cheek a light squeeze, wiped the other tear with the pad of his thumb, and kissed you again before mumbling in your ear, almost teasing as he said it:
I didn't pass. And it MAY come as a surprise but I still study (High school, last year (I probably won't be able to follow you anymore then, sorry for hiding it)) but im so scared now Idk what will happen to me when I step in my house and tell my parents đ I don't want to get beaten up because of this âčïž â đȘœ
Hey Angel Iâve taken a few days to think about this a lot. I know my account is very hehe haha smutty. So I donât often address serious topics like unsafe home environments. Thatâs what I want to lead with, Iâm not sure what support system you have with IRL friends. I donât want to make assumptions about where you are or what community you have as I do understand that culture can play a huge role in academic expectations.
I realised prior to this ask Iâd never stated that Iâm not comfortable with minors reading my work. I should have and thatâs on me.
I feel hypocritical because I was 15 on wattpad and tumblr but the reality is that reading mature content at that age can be harmful and when your younger you may not have the self reflection to know when something isnât healthy for you.
Please make the best choices for you.
But your right this page isnât the place for someone under 18 :(
I swear to god this man comes back to get me at least once a year EVERY SINGLE YEAR I CONVINCE MYSELF HES NOT THAT CUTE BUT THEN IT HAPPENS AGAIN. AND AGAIN. AND FUCKING AGAIN.
RAAAAAAAAH THAT'S COOLLL sorry for the late response, shits happening lol
For a second I thought you were speaking Spanish because u thought that was the language I speak HAUAUAHAUAHAUAH They are similar languages, yes, but I'm still terrible at Spanish LOL
Some words are completely different, like
Embarazada = pregnant
Embaraçada = embarassed
Sometimes I laugh at it randomly, I wouldn't know how to speak Spanish đđ â đȘœ
Nooo! Trust me I know just how different Spanish and Portuguese are. We had a Portuguese guy at work and one day he asked me my name and he couldnât quite get The R so I said the Spanish version knowing itâs the same in Spanish and Portuguese.
He started speaking Portuguese at me very excitedly and I had to start speaking in Spanish and explain I donât speak Portuguese. I was told not to learn them at the same time because of how similar and different they are! It was definitely a funny moment for my coworkers. (Iâd already had a conversation with a drunk Welsh guy in Cymreag a few nights before).
Trust me I get it Iâve had a bad flare up and so writing is not happening for a while :(
THIS THING LOOKS SO COOL??? I'll probably go into biology for a work so I guess we have something in common?!? Maybe?? I don't know if it's in the same area, I worked all day I'm exhausted LOL head's not working aaaaaaaaggghhhhh
AND BTWWWWWWWW do you have pics of those flies you pin???? Im curiousss
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