minors DNI with mature (M) stories, thank you for understanding
NEWEST WORK: Tsu'tey x Fem!Reader ENEMIES TO LOVERS
MINI SERIES MASTERLIST (M)
➴ AVATAR
Full Length
(1) Trust Your People, (2) For Duty and Heart
➵status: completed
➵summary: Jake is apprehensive about the upcoming war, and you, firmly against his dreamwalker origins, are there to comfort him. After spending time with the tawtute, you realize he’s not so bad after all…
Drabbles
nothing yet...
Full Length
➵ Drunken Confessions
➵status: completed
➵summary: Fed up with your platonic feelings towards Neteyam Sully, you decide to let loose during a festival. Never would you have guessed your drunken state would decide to take matters into her own hands and deal with your feelings personally.
Drabbles
➵Midnight (M)
➵Neteyam reacting to your death
➵ Neteyam Teasing You Headcanons (M)
➵Meeting you in the Tree of Souls
➵Beautiful Boy
Full Length
➵ Punishment (M)
➵status: completed
➵summary: After your escapade with Tonowari, his neglect tugs at your heartstrings. The Olo'Eyktan is here to soothe your ache and remind you who you belong to.
Drabbles
➵Don’t Be Shy, Sit (M)
➴ HARRY POTTER
Full Length
(1) Empty (M), (2) Content (M)
➵status: completed
➵summary: Life has always been a cruel joke to you; overshadowed by your friends, watching from the sidelines while everyone flooded each other with love, diminishing your self worth with each aching step. Years later you find yourself face to face with the person that caused your ruin - yet this time, you're aware jokes and theatrics are merely childish games that could be dealt with.
The Cardigan (M)
➵status: completed
➵summary: "Is that mine? You look better in it than me, that's for sure." An intimate night with Fred after you guys find the house all to yourselves.
god forbid i start writing a simple one-shot and it turns too long…so i start separating it into chapters…only to realize it became a full blown fic with lore and world building. anyways GOD FORBID
A/N: This short series is finally over guys!! This story was incredibly hard for me to wrap up, as it overlapped with a difficult time in my life. But I'm back on track and doing so much better, but i have the worst writers block ever like fml
➵ chapter summary: Your pent-up feelings seem to burst out when Tsu'tey makes an announced visit to break down your walls once and for all.
➵ pairing: enemies to lovers, tsu'tey x fem!reader(no use of y/n)
➵ word count: 7.6k
➵ warnings: mature themes (18+), fingering, thigh riding, cursing, dirty talk, tsu'tey is a horny menace, intercourse, face sitting, oral receiving, a whole lotta groping, minors DNI
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TSU'TEY POV
It's late.
Tsu'tey doesn't know how late, but he knows that no respectable Omaticayan man should be awake at an hour like this. A soft hoot fills the empty silence, the occasional gust of wind rustles the thick leaves of the home tree, but the forest settles into serenity again.
Disturbances only elevate the soothing smell of the woodlands. With his arms slung over his weaving, his lidded eyes almost succumb to sleep.
Thoughts of you always manage to pull him out of his deadly trance. He turns to his side with a huff, feeling too hot. He throws the weaving to the floor and curses in Na’vi under his breath, shivering softly.
An Olo’eyktan did not run away from the woman he loved. An Olo’eyktan did not run away from feelings. However, it seems Tsu’tey wasn’t a very good Olo’eyktan.
For the first time in his life, he was nervous about following his heart. Expressing his emotions has never been an essential factor in his life till now. He had thrust the notion of mating with you upon your hands when you had been vulnerable with him. Selfishly, he had left you alone in a panic of embarrassment right after confessing his desires for you.
He had tried to make it up to you by setting himself straight and courting you the way in the ways of his people. You deserved so much more, and he was adamant on providing all that he could.
He offered you fruit and meat to show that he could provide for you. He displayed his physical prowess in front of you to showcase that he would be a desirable and strong partner. He even invited you to his kelku to show that he had prepared it for a second Na’vi. A mate.
How could he not realize that you weren’t accustomed to the Na’vi mating rituals yet? He should’ve asked JakeSooly for sky-demon mating practices instead; surely that could’ve gone much better than this.
It’s not entirely his fault, he keeps repeating to himself. It wasn’t in his task to teach you courting when you first arrived in the clan. He was more focused on keeping you alive rather than getting you mated.
He’s been an absolute fool. Eywa, help him.
As he lies in bed, staring blankly at his woven ceiling, the past few days repeat in his head like a painful memory.
After the mission, he spent a sleepless night thinking of your sweet voice and plush body. The torturous hours stretched on until dawn broke, and he sprang up in frenzy to see you. His dignity was trampled on anyway, he was acting on pure instincts for once in his miserable life.
You weren’t there, and your absence hit his heart more than he liked to admit. Throughout the day, he decided to hunt to clear his thoughts and decide on his next course of action. His hunting trip was occupied by thoughts of you, though. It occurred to him how similar the two of you were, remembering how whenever he made you particularly angry, you would always grab your bow and disappear into the forest.
This reality only made the notion of spending his life with you fill through his entire being, and he was determined to make it a reality. He envisioned late-night hunting trips with you during lunch, and the fantasies grew worse as dinner followed. Before he knew it, it had been past midnight, and he was gathering yovo fruit to offer it to you the next day– and as he peeled and washed them on the nearby riverbank during the ungodly hours of the night like a madman, he felt the minute remnants of his dignity wash away as well.
He huffs once again to stop the sad images of his desperation, kicking his silk blanket around. He had to do something other than take out his frustration on his bed. For the sake of his efforts weaving the nest, and his health, he decides he won’t pull through another sleepless night filled with thoughts of you. Finally giving up, he gets up, quickly puts on something respectable, and disappears into the Pandora night.
He memorized the route to your home when you first built it, days of hard work finally paying off when the kelku was sturdy and warm. It was unintentional, this habit of his. He knew the exact steps from his kelku to yours when he had to work with you regarding clan issues, hunting parties, sky-people issues, and many more. You were a team, whether he liked it or not.
His confusing emotions follow behind him like a shadow, always there to attack when the sky grows dark and weary. He needed to think of a plan; a solid one that didn’t involve him saying Please mate me or I will explode as soon as he saw you. Nothing comes to mind as he traverses the thick trees and woven bridges leading to your house. He needed to apologize for his behavior before he said anything else. At least it was a start.
It doesn't surprise him to find your house lit up from inside, glowing amidst the otherwise dark and camouflaged homes. How fitting. What surprises him, though, is the chuckles of a male voice coming from inside.
Your kelku.
Occupied by a man.
Heart dropping, he dreads continuing further. His legs fail to listen to the warning sirens going off in his head.
He smells you before he sees you, ripping the curtains open. The view that greets him grounds his hunches to the wooden floor, and a wave of relief washes over him like a cool shower. You, Jake, Neytiri, and Takuk are sitting on the ground, drinking and snacking on fruit while discussing fervently. Your hands flail around as you explain something, eyes gleaming with mirth. He announces himself by clearing his throat, and you drop the bowl in your hands.
READER POV
Having Jake as your neighbor meant unannounced visits at 12. He had packaged Neytiri and Takuk with his little escapade and brought alcohol into the unplanned gathering. While you didn't prefer to drink this late, you found no harm in innocently sipping the fermented fruit mixture that strangely resembled wine. It must have been the fermentation process, you theorize, setting your cup down. Takuk was always quick to remind you of the name of the mixture, but you always seemed to forget and opt to call it wine.
No amount of non-wine could have prepared you for Tsu'tey showing up at your home, though. Flushed, he pants at the doorstep.
"Tsu'tey!" you gasp. Jake, Neytiri, and Takuk's eyes follow. "W-what, are you doing here?"
"He's here to join the fun, that's what!" Jake beams, ploughing on. "Come on, man. Si'down!"
In the haze of alcohol, no one seems to realize that Tsu'tey did not know you were having a gathering. Albeit forced.
He came to your kelku on his own accord with the knowledge that you were alone, in the middle of the night. The connotations of the sentiment are enough to make any Na'vi with common sense think he's courting you.
If you hadn't almost jumped his bones yesterday, you would've laughed at the thought. Now, though, as he stands completely still and looks entirely too uncharacteristic, you are finally certain that he desires you as well.
"I-" he clears his throat. "My finger hurts,"
"Oh, right. Of course," you nod, remembering the pricking incident. Had it caught an infection? "Maybe it's better for Neytiri to help. Since she's tsakarem and all."
Neytiri looks deeply offended. "You were the one aiding him. Do not pass on your responsibility."
Your tail lowers in shame. "Right, sorry."
With a nod, you stand up. Without bothering to tidy your bowl and cup, you approach Tsu'tey with tentative steps. "Must've been a helluva prick, huh? Maybe it's infected..."
Tsu'tey merely hums, stoic. His untethered gaze prickles your skin. "Lead the way, I guess."
Tsu'tey fiercely turns around and strides out the door. You look back at your friends, who all give you dubious looks. Jake raises his eyebrows, and if Neytiri and Takuk had them, you're sure theirs would be in action. With a deep breath, you follow him.
Tsu'tey wordlessly hurries before you. His clenched fists sway, and his tail matches his fervor. You make sure to keep a distance from him to avoid possible injury, trying to match his fast pace with silent maneuvers.
When he doesn't turn in the right direction, you call out his name. He stops abruptly, turns around, and causes you to stumble into his chest. With a shrill yelp, your forehead meets his chest. Heart catching in your throat, it's difficult to look up into his eyes. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”
Tsu'tey suddenly grabs your hand and drags you deep into the dark forest. You merely try to avoid toppling over his strong body as he pulls you across the foliage. The bioluminescence is guidance enough, but the occasional hoot and yelp of the forest evokes gentle thrills up your spine. You ask where he's hauling ass once, twice, until you decidedly keep silent and let him drag you around like a rag doll.
He walks with agile strides and finally comes to a halt near the riverbank. Nature's bath bubbles with thermal energy, stirring and churning water like it's an elixir. The warmth it emanates dizzies your head while the misty night hazes your senses.
You look at Tsu’tey in confusion. For the past week, his behaviour has been, undoubtedly, strange. You feel as though you’re being dragged along his schemes as he figures out his issues. It feels unfair to both your desires and your heart.
“Tsu’tey…” you start with frustration. “I am exhausted. I have duties to attend to. I can’t keep doing this anymore.”
Tsu’tey merely stares at you, magnetized by your presence. You awkwardly stand in front of him next to the riverbank as you adjust the collar of your top. You feel exposed under his surveying gaze, and while Tsu’tey notices your discomfort, he doesn’t bother to cease his stare.
“You did not come to see me,” he blurts.
“What?”
You watch him wince in amusement. After taking a deep breath, he takes a step closer. “After the mission. I waited.”
“Where, exactly?”
Tsu’tey’s tone is gruff when he speaks. You feel your cheeks start to flush, unsure if it’s because of the heat or him. “Tsahik kelku. You did not come.”
“I wasn’t aware that I was supposed to, big guy.” You pause. “Especially after you left without saying anything.”
Tsu’tey falters. “I am not good with words. I am stubborn. Like angstik.”
You tilt your head in confusion as he rambles on.
“I am not good with emotion.” He takes your hand and promptly spreads your palm on his bare chest. You feel his heartbeat thunder under your fingers. “But, I can show you. These days, I keep trying to show.”
The soft tuft of Tsu’tey’s rope-like tail trails up your leg until it coils around your thigh. He pulls you closer with this, until you’re flush against his chest. His arms follow his tail, encasing around your waist until you’re trapped between his strong arms. You surely can’t escape now, which is exactly what he wants. His smug smile tells you enough.
“What? I don’t understand…”
Tsu’tey huffs out a breath of annoyance. “I made this.” He pulls an intricately woven armband from the small pocket of his waistband. “I hunted this morning to provide for you. My kelku, it is prepared for you, tawtute.”
“Oh.”
Oh.
His ears flicker. “JakeSooly told me that this is what you call love. Do you understand?”
You nod slowly.
It’s taking every bit of strength left in your body to not throw yourself into his thick arms completely. Your heart is soaring inside your chest, and your kuru is aching to latch its tendrils to the man before you. Your entire body buzzes with animalistic instincts, which is quite a revelation on your part. Your human counterparts are trying to keep themselves calm, whereas the Na’vi blood…
You realize you have no reason to hold yourself back, and you pounce in anticipation. To hell with what he was planning on saying, you capture his lips in a heartbeat.
Tsu’tey splutters momentarily, unable to realize you’re kissing him. When the gears in his head turn back on again, he groans into your mouth in anticipation. He kisses you back fiercely, and fuck– it’s electrifying your entire body. His hands wind around your waist and greedily pull you into his chest as he licks his way into your mouth.
Tsu’tey kisses like he hunts; assured, gentle yet merciless. He doesn’t spare you any mercy as you turn into a whiny mess beneath him. Your hands wrap around his neck to anchor him to your liking, and as stubborn as ever, he grins against your lips and careens his head away.
You ache to feel his lips on your again as he peppers kisses towards your ear.
“You are very hard to impress, syulang,” he chuckles lowly.
You swat at his arm, trying to ignore the shivers that run down your spine. “I thought you hated me!”
“So demanding,” he whispers while his hands sneakily drift down to the soft flesh of your ass. He kneads the skin gently, causing your hips to bump together.
It would be downright unfair to deny the thickness of his cock protruding from his tewng. You can almost feel it twitch.
“How can I hate you, vrrtep?” he almost sounds pained. “I am sorry, I have made many mistakes with you. I have never had…guidance with this.”
A soft smile graces your lips at his intimate confessions. Never in your Na’vi life would you have thought Tsut’tey, out of all assholes, would admit he was insufficient at something. “It’s okay, big guy. You made up to me with that kiss.”
“If that is what it takes for your forgiveness…” he chuckles. He steals another drawn-out kiss from your lips, then pulls away to level his face with yours.
“But, it is not alright. I was not a good prospect,” he sighs, not breaking eye contact. “I will spend the rest of our days making up. I will prove that I am deserving of you.”
The rest of your days. It would be an understatement to say that you almost exploded.
“When I first saw you, I was…confused,” he admits, gently caressing your hair. You watch his eyes darken, seemingly replaying the first time you met.
“How come?” you chuckle.
“My body…it was reacting.” he catches your gaze again, and you almost shiver at the way he’s looking at you. With dilated pupils, he scans your face diligently, taking in every feature. “I did not know how to approach my feelings. I was scared.”
“So, you’ve decided to hate me instead.”
Tsu’tey groans. “Not hate, sxwang!”
You chuckle at his struggle.
“This…” he scoffs, shocked. “I am funny to you?”
“Yes,” you answer curtly.
Tsu’tey holds his heart in mockery. “My heart,”
You can’t help but let out a loud laugh at his antics. It bubbles from your throat and makes you double over.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, and you realize he’s never turned away his gaze. Embarrassment is an understatement; you’ve felt the urge to hide your face.
“Pretty syulang. So soft….” he breathes your skin softly, until he groans, then buries his head in the crease of your neck. He sucks in a deeper inhale this time, and you realize he’s scenting you.
He’s become a slave to his Na’vi desires, and you were no better. “Do you…accept?” he softly kisses your skin– an obscene contrast to his hands that gradually become more and more aggressive.
“Tsu’tey…” you breathe his name. “You’re an idiot.”
You feel him stop against your neck, then give you a small nip with his teeth. The action is meant to be in mock warning, and you giggle at the soft contact of his lips.
“Only for my muntxate,” he grins against your skin.
You throw your neck back in pleasure and gaze at the sky as he nips and prods at your skin— was this heaven?
The sky is a maze of stars that glint back at you, and when your vision starts the blur from the searing desires that overtake your body from his welcome prodding, you seriously start to consider the notion.
Tsu’tey’s languid, wet kisses start to trail down your neck, to the planes of your chest. His lips leave a gentle thrill wherever they touch—— somehow, someway, you’ve become much more sensitive to the feel of his soft lips.
Even in your daze, it’s become impossible not to notice his labored breathing, and you’re no better. He’s inhaling your skin like it’s his lifeline, licking and engraving his scent onto every inch of you so that you would have no choice but to completely give yourself to him.
The attention is dizzying: having him all to yourself is dizzying. You don’t know what to do with yourself other than smile uncontrollably like a lovesick fool. “Tsu’tey…” you chuckle breathlessly, amazed at his lack of self control.
How long was he holding himself back? It was most unlike Tsu’tey to lose control this easily.
“Reytan, that sxkawng,” he growls, falling to his knees before you. “He will know his place.”
You gape at him. “W-what?”
He looks up at you, and when you meet his eyes, you physically need to hold onto the rocky edge of the riverbed. Dark eyes staring up at you from between his lashes, glassy and yearning. He had gotten off solely on your scent, and the notion is enough to card your hand through his braids, admiring his intricate jewelry.
He purrs into your touch, chest rumbling. You watch his teary eyes flutter as he nuzzles his cheek into your thigh, dangerously close to the heat between your legs,
“Do not act like I have not noticed,” he almost growls, it’s erratic. “He follows you like a pathetic child.”
“I turned him down,” you state.
“Good,” he says, looking up again. Maintaining eye contact in classic Tsu’tey fashion, his hands trail up your thighs. Your knees buckle when he roughly grabs your hip, eyes raking around your body hungrily.
“So beautiful. My strong warrior.” And when he whispers the words into the air, engraving them into your skin with his acceptance of your place in the clan, and in his heart, he carefully undoes the straps of your tewng.
The cold that greets your bare cunt makes you hiss in shock. You don’t realize how wet you are until you look down and notice the wet patch on the piece of cloth. Ear tips catching on fire, you snatch the garment from his hands and hide it behind you.
Tsu’tey looks at you like you’ve taken his bow from his hands. You hold back a laugh.
He quickly stands up and towers over you with a glint in his glowing eyes.“Nothing to be embarrassed about, tawtute,” he taunts, mouth forming a wide smile.
He’s all too prideful of his effect on you. “No! God, fuck—“ you have to heave a breath. “This is so humiliating. You didn’t even touch me…I—”
Tsu’tey takes a small step forward to fully engulf you in his broad frame. His eyes peer down at you with an expectant grin. “You?”
“This just never happened to me before,” you finish lamely.
His hands carefully grip your hips, then down the small of your back until he’s fully cupping your ass with one, wide palm. He suddenly pulls you into him, pushing his thigh snug between your legs. Your slick folds meet his warm skin, and you have to physically hold onto his chest to keep yourself balanced. “Oh!” you gasp, clenching over nothing.
He surely feels the movement on his thigh because the way his pupils dilate in pleasure is undeniable. With his big hand still caging your hip, he slowly pushes the soft of his thigh into your cunt.
You have no choice but to move in suit, and your clit rubs against the slick of his skin just right that a gush of your arousal is imminent.
“I can smell you...” he whispers gruffly, nostrils flaring at the familiar scent. “I know when you are aroused. It is hard to miss.”
You look up at him, mortified. This only meant that…
He lets out a mocking “Ha!” into the air, then dips the palm that was handling your ass further down. His finger grazes against your wet, slick and you gasp. The tight hold on your tewng falters, and he quickly snatches it from your fingers. He plants a quick kiss on your lips, then lets the string clothing dangle between his fingers mockingly.
“Do not be shy, vrrtep,” he laughs. “This is a smell I know well. I have spent many nights craving it.”
You’ve lost all strength to fight him at this point, falling victim to the warmth of his fingers and the skin of thigh sliding against your cunt. His digits are thick and long—oh so warm that you crave for him to plunge them deep in you and soothe the itch that you’ve been feeling ever since you’ve met him.
“You…you knew, all this time?” you whisper.
“I knew when you were wet,” he explains, “But not why.”
“Fuck– keep doing that…”
Tsu’tey hums, caressing your hair with his free hand, an obscene move to the vile position he has you in. After tossing your tewng somewhere forgotten, he gently rocks your hips, making sure to keep his rhythm torturous.
“Your smell…it is…” he takes a deep breath, and his eyes flutter close. “It is hard to keep control, yawne.”
Your eyes gloss over. “Then don’t, please,”
Tsu’tey pulls away all too suddenly, and you whine at the loss of friction.
“Mawey, yawntutsyíp,” he soothes you. “I will take my time with you.”
You merely nod like an idiot, having no idea how to respond to the man telling you he will take care of you. He approaches you again with calculated steps, tail thrashing wildly in comparison, and when you look down, you gasp at the mouth-watering bulge he’s sporting.
“Tsu’tey! You-“
“My time will come. I will take care of you,” he tells you, grips your hips, and pulls you up to comfortably rest you on his hips. You squeeze your legs around his waist, feeling your pussy flutter by to the contact of his warm skin. Your hands wind around his neck, and you can’t help but cling to him in desperation.
He keeps a steady hand on your back, occasionally rubbing small circles and soothing you whenever you get particularly impatient.
He carefully enters the bubbling spring until he’s soaked to his hips, then wades his way through the thermal water towards the seating. With you now perched on his lap, he gently grabs your face and winds his hands around your hair. He connects your lips gently, this time biting your lower lip and watching it bounce back with dark eyes. Your kuru is still out of reach, but your pussy throbs at the prospect of mating him.
“I want you to sit,” he growls, hands gripping your hips when he’s done nipping at your lips.
“What?” you ask breathlessly. At this point, you don’t trust yourself to form a single thought.
Without a word, Tsu’tey lies down on the soft grass, legs still in the water. You’re seated on his hips, wondering what the hell he’s thinking as he gazes up at you ravenously. His nostrils flare at your scent, and he wretches you towards his face with two strong hands.
“Tsu’tey!” you gasp. “Wait, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Sit…please.” he groans, and you feel his body twitch in anticipation.
Who were you to deny such disparity? You cautiously lower yourself onto his face and— shit.
With a spluttering growl, Tsu’tey shoves his nose into the wet heat of your cunt and inhales obscenely.
“Smells sweet, tawtute…so sweet” he growls, forehead scrunching in an entirely new expression you’ve never seen on him before.
You try to find something to hold onto, but your efforts fall fruitless. You topple over in pleasure, and a moan escapes your lips to reverberate around the riverbank.
“Yes! Shit–” You quickly muzzle your lips with a palm and pray to Eywa that no one is awake at this hour. Tsu’tey disapproves immediately, reaching out to remove your hand and grip it tightly as you ride his face.
Sizzles of fireworks start to flicker between your thighs and travel to your abdomen. You don’t know how or why a simple touch makes you feel this intensely. The only logical explanation is your Na’vi instincts that zero’d on Tsu’tey the moment you saw him. You abandon all logic when his tongue licks inside your cunt, though.
Tsu’tey’s wide arms cage your thighs to keep you at bay, his nose nudges into your clit while his skillful tongue works inside your cunt. It’s wide, you notice, and long. Of course, it is, you think., he fucks you like this—The curve of his tongue jutting into your spongy walls and tasting every drop you grace him with.
Flashes of white dance across your eyelids when you throw your head back in a soundless gasp, and you feel like you’re levitating. Worst of all, when he sucks with his lips every so often at your clit, you swear a soft profanity at Eywa for not letting you experience this earlier. The friction is so delicious that you start to writhe, legs spasming around his head.
When he feels you slip away, though, the grip he has on your thigh becomes brutal. You think of the marks his fingertips will most definitely cause, but before you try to imagine what your excuse will be to your friends, he pulls you into his face further. His tongue is so deep like this, you feel like he doesn’t even have to fuck you. You’re fine with just this, as long as he keeps touching you.
Perhaps it’s the sheer size of Tsu’tey, or that he’s relishing you instead of seeking out his selfish pleasure. This is his pleasure, you realize, he’s getting off on the fact that you’re sitting on his face and fuck– it’s hot.
A gush of your juices coats his lips, and the desperation to taste you is evident in the whine he lets out. He laps at you like it’s a reward; the action is nothing short of vulgar. He mutters a plethora of Na’vi curses you’ve never heard before, and you frankly don’t care to translate them when the rumble of his voice feels like that. It causes your clit to start throbbing when his caged biceps flex and the smooth of his tongue starts licking the bundle of nerves with rhythmic strokes.
You’re desperately trying to ground yourself as you search for something to hold, to feel. The pangs of pleasure threaten to rip through your abdomen and blow your mind, but you want this to last.
Your fingers find home in his delicate braids, desperate to touch him as if he wasn’t already fucking you with his tongue. When you throw your head back in pleasure, you anchor his head with your grip, pushing his nose back into your clit.
His chest starts rumbling in a purr, which breaks you. With a loud moan that reverberates around the clearing, your legs tighten around his head. “Mawey, syulang,” he rasps. “I have you…” He raises his voice slightly to be heard over your increasingly louder cries.
“Tsu-tey…ooh, fuck…” You shake obscenely as you orgasm, the pleasure rips through you and tightens your chest. You struggle to breathe, and the only factor that manages to ground you is the soft voice of Tsu’tey as he lets you ride out your high and laps at your release hungrily.
“Taste so good, yawntutsyíp,” his voice almost sounds like a plea to give him more, and lucky for him, your orgasm lasts.
When you’ve finally calmed down, his chest rumbles in satisfaction. Your head feels woozy, you don’t know quite what to think. Or what thinking was, for that matter. You feel cosmic, still sitting on his face.
You’re still sitting on his face. You’re a full-grown woman.
With a hiss, you quickly get up at the realization. Your legs wobble when you stand, and it’s humiliating; both the fact that he caused this with nothing but his tongue, and the fact that he caused this. Tsu’tey, the Omaticayan Clan Leader, who hated your guts for almost a year.
Tsu’tey quickly gets up to his feet after you. The dark swirl in his golden eyes alerts you, you don’t see the calm and collected Tsu’tey behind his gaze. He becomes entirely unknown as he chases your scent desperately. His arms wind around your thighs once more to stabilize your weakened legs, and you’re almost grateful for it–almost.
He lifts you with ease, carrying you into the water and pressing your body close to his.
“Careful, Ma ___,” his head dives between the crook of your neck again. “Your legs are shaking like an angstik in heat.”
His tone isn’t gentle, though; it makes you feel humiliated. The words are merely whispered against your skin as he starts to bite and nip around your chest. “Was it good?”
The question isn’t even rendered because of its pure absurdity. Was it good?
“Tsu’tey, I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed that hard in my life.”
You feel his face stretch between your neck, and to cause your ruin further, the tanhi that cover his body glow bright. “Good,” he purrs, deep from his chest. “I will take care of you.”
And that, he does. His hands quickly undo the tie of your top, then toss it to the clearing. His face is so close like this, you see that his lips are coated in a thin sheen of your orgasm. The wetness of your release is all over his face, glossing his chin and his neck jewelry.
The visual orgasmic on its own,
“You make sweet noises, little syulang…” When he lingers, his eyes widen with a dangerous flash.
The heavy rise and fall of his chest alerts you. You don’t wait for him to elaborate, merely look down at his tewng between your bodies and gasp. “Tsu’tey, that must hurt,” you whisper.
His tail comes up to brush on the small of your back teasingly. You jump at the sudden contact, arching your back and presenting Tsu’tey with a view of your chest that has his mind reeling. He dips down to suck in a breast, and when he hears the noises you make, he kisses his way to your other nipple to give it just as much attention Your hips jut forward at the feel of the soft feather and his needy kisses.
Tsu’tey hisses, kissing up to your neck. “Such a thoughtful vrrtep, thinking about my cock like this…”
In contrast to his calm voice, his cock throbs between your bodies– if you were to remove his tewng you’d feel the tip prod on your inner thigh. It’s right there, easy access if you just shove your hand between your bodies, and the flimsy piece of string that’s holding your self-control is about to snap.
Your entire body buzzes with instincts. “Please,” you whine, eyes fluttering. “More…just fuck me already.”
“Commanding little thing.” With that, he slowly undoes the string of his tewng. He’s making you wait, you realize, savoring every inch of your blown out eyes and buzzing body so he could use the obscene visual to fuck into his hand during late nights.
When his tewng drops, you can’t help but mutter a soft profanity at the sheer size. He’s much more attractive than you initially imagined, saying Tsu’tey’s hung is an understatement. You rationalize that most Na’vi men are, but damn.
Purple veins compass the sides of his shaft, his tip an angry bright blue. Precum drips from his tip at the mere sight of your eyelashes batting up at him as you look between his pleasure driven face and his hard cock.
“Do you see now, arrogant girl?” he hisses, then lays you down on the lush grass. “This is what you do to me.”
Gripping your thighs, he spreads them apart. When he’s satisfied with the position he has you in, his tip slowly prods at your entrance. He throws his head back in pure bliss and mutters a soft Na’vi profanity under his breath. He never ceases his gaze, though, you realize he can’t, physically adamant on constantly watching your every reaction like a hawk.
The lust in his gaze devours your naked body whole as he gazes at your heat. His tail is swishing lazily, content.
“This,” he grunts, teeth gritted. He thumbs your clit while pushing into you patiently with languid strokes. “It is responsive.”
You realize he’s talking about your cunt, and you can’t help but laugh. “Is that— ah fuck, a good thing?”
It’s hard to focus on anything other than his thick cock being buried to hilt between your walls, but alas, you try to keep your sanity intact. The stretch is delicious, you can’t help but throw your head back when he fully palms your clit lovingly, pressing his fingers into your abdomen and feeling the girth of him inside you.
His thighs flex, abdomen clenched. He doubles over your body and grips the overgrown grass around you. His knuckles turn white, and the restraint he has is almost admirable.
“Again, with—ahh, stupid questions,” he huffs, then grips your thighs tighter to fully pull you in. With a guttural moan, he buries his head between the crook of your neck, then has the audacity to fucking whine. A long, drawn-out, and needy sound that has your walls fluttering. Your body buzzes with pleasure.
“What is it, pretty girl?” he drawls, chuckling deeply. “You always have something to say.”
You let out a breathless “Tsu’tey,” in warning, then let your fingers rake over his braids lovingly. He purrs at the soft action, starting to hump into you impatiently. He’s aware of your pleasure all the while, leveling his face with yours once again to watch your reactions.
“Oh—Fuck, yes!” you groan, hips jutting out to meet his thrusts. The movement is vile and messy, but it’s barely enough to fulfill your needy ache. He’s filling you up deliciously, and you dare to want more from him, eager to take whatever he gives you.
Your instincts are going haywire, and if they aren’t soothed soon, you’re sure you’re going to lose your sense of reality.
Cock-drunk and in a haze, you make grabby hands at Tsu’tey kuru. When he notices your actions, he chuckles breathlessly, then makes an almost comical attempt to stop his hips from thrusting into you. He fails, miserably so, then grips the sides of the lush grass and shuts his eyes tightly.
You feel his cock throb around your gummy walls and whimper, then watch with blown-out eyes as he grabs his kuru and brings it forward.
“My love, I see you.”
It’s the significance of the English term of endearment that brings tears to your eyes. This time, he isn’t talking in mocking or disdain. He’s integrating your roots into his people’s most sacred ritual– an act that requires the utmost vulnerability and trust.
“I see you,” you whisper, breathless.
He looks at you so lovingly that you freeze momentarily to embed this scene into the center of your memories, for it to later be on replay every night as you fall asleep next to him.
Quivering with excitement, you grab your kuru and bring it forward. The tendrils reach for Tsu’tey so naturally that you’re surprised you didn’t notice how much your body craved him when you first met him. He is no better, his breath ragged and quick.
When you finally bring them together, all breath is knocked out of your strong blue lungs. Tsu’tey’s pupils dilate before you, mouth opening in a soundless gasp that has both of your bodies freezing.
“Ma ___.” He whines, clenching the wildgrass that cushions around you.
The feeling is unlike anything you’ve felt before, it doesn’t compare to your direhorse, nor your Ikrana. It's the drum of his rapidly beating heart that alerts you first, and your soul aligns in rhythm.
You can not only feel him, but feel with him. The intense desire he’s harbored for you, the torturous days he’s had in your mere absence. The jealousy, the hurt, the confusion, the love.
The love that’s reflected in his eyes as he sees your soul with a wanton gaze.
The pleasure that runs through you like wildfire makes you throw your head back and clench your body. Fuck— you needed to hold onto him more than ever now. This is what they mean, you realize, you’re existing as one.
Tsu’tey watches you with glossed eyes as you try to fuck yourself with him, an action you’ve been doing unintentionally.
“Ma-mawey,” he gasps, thighs clenching and twitching in pain. Your body is entranced by the plethora of feelings and instincts that surge through your veins. He’s no better; you can feel it. His cock is throbbing inside you, and his control is about to snap.
“Demanding little–ohh Eywa!”
You watch Tsu’tey’s eyes squeeze tight as he doubles over, and a wave of intense pleasure washes over you. You arch your back beneath him and realize it’s you causing this. His hysteria is yours, the manic animal inside him battling with his self control to burst free and fuck you into the plush grass until your imprint is on the soil.
He thrusts once, slowly– it’s drawn out and numbingly torturous. Your legs quiver in anticipation, and you can’t even decipher why he’s making you both suffer, but you’ll ask him later. Later, when you’re collected and can think straight, because right now you don’t think you can formulate a cohesive sentence.
He moves again, deeper and harder this time. His cock slides inside you slowly, the warmth filling you to brim and soothing the ache you feel in your abdomen. He’s working you both up to it, though painful, the pleasure is drawn out and deliciously anticipatory.
He captures your lips, then starts a rhythmic thrust into your cunt. It’s gradually merciless and raw, searing through your body. It works, you open deliciously, pushing you to feel toe-curling pleasure that has you grabbing and clawing at his back desperately.
“What an obedient pussy,” he whispers between your lips. “I have you, muntaxte.” he soothes you, words slipping from his lips like honey
You can feel how he loves how desperately you’re trying to get off on what he provides you. He loves to see you, a desperate, cock stuffed fool. Cursing your attached kuru’s, he clicks his tongue when he realizes you’re annoyed. With an all-too familiar cocky smirk, he fastens his pace, this time starting to slam into your cunt with ease.
“You can take it,” he grunts, “Be a good girl and take—” another hard thrust. “it!”
The press of his thighs to your ass makes the thick of his cock hit new spots, imprinting the shape within you so no one else can satisfy you the way he does. He draws back fully, then rams into you brıutally, hitting newer, deeper angles as groans rip out between his kisses.
You feel your body give out amidst the pleasure, throwing your head back and clenching your thighs to calm the sizzles of your orgasm that threaten to run through your abdomen. Sensing your need, Tsu’tey thumbs your clit lovingly, then circles the small bud to coax sweet noises from your lips
He drowns them out with his lips, though, sushing you all the while and warning you to keep quiet. ‘These sweet noises belong to me, vrrtep.’ he tells you, his voice accompanied by the sinful squelching of his cock stuffing you full– and when you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper, you swear you see Eywa herself in the stars.
“Such a demanding pussy– yes!” he chants. “Look at you, pretty girl.”
He cups your cheek gently as he grinds into you, “Look how obedient you get with my cock stuffed inside you.”
“Fuck– s-shut up!” You clench around him like steel vice in frustration, and the whines that rip out of the man on you send a flutter through your cunt.
Before you can even react or warn him, your orgasm washes over you so cruelly that you have to hold onto Tsu’tey to anchor you back down to reality. The intensity has you gasping for air, until you realize it’s not just you, it’s him as well, that you’re feeling. The throbbing of his cock as he releases inside you, the warmth making you clench around him like vice.
He lets you ride out your highs generously, holding you close to his chest and whispering sweet words in your ear in Na’vi. His cock stays stuffed in your fucked out walls, twitching occasionally and causing a spasm to shoot up your leg. You wince in overstimulation, both yours and his that’s thrumming from your connected kuru’s.
“Mawey,” he kisses into your skin, then carefully pulls out. The immediate loss is evident, and no thanks to your Na’vi instincts, your chest starts to ache.
Tsu’tey feels you immediately, hugging you tighter to his bare chest and kissing your temple sweetly. “It is okay, I have you,” he reassures you in hopes of calming your wanton ache.
You almost bawl, how fucking sweet can he get? Did he always have it in him to be like this?
You realize he’s been playing you this entire time. Nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, you make a mental note to get back at him. Not now, though.
Now, you’ll enjoy every inch of his sweet attention.
“Okay…” you say lamely, unsure of what to say to him. You have the rest of your life to figure that out, at least.
Tsu’tey reaches for a makeshift loofah and herbs near the edge of the hot spring, making sure to keep a stable hand on their back the entire time. Gently— you’ve never imagined Tsu’tey and gentle would be in the same sentence, alas, he gently starts to wash your body. He lathers the net on your lower back, then watches the hot water run down your muscles and skin he’s been gripping with desire moments ago.
The act in itself is so intimate, which is an obscene statement because Tsu’tey just fucked you into next week.
“Take a picture,” you muse, “It’ll last longer.”
Tsu’tey makes a noise of discontentment. “What is picture?”
Thankfully, your mate is too Na’vi to decipher the cliche line you’ve pulled on him. His questions are stubborn, though, just like him. “Where do I get one…do I have to grab it?”
You can’t keep your laughter at bay after that comment. It was just so easy to imagine him frantically barging into the science outpost, screaming about wanting a picture with you. The look of horror on your human friends’ faces would be priceless.
Maybe you should put him up to it…
“Laughing at me again?”
You realize you’ve gotten lost in your comedic fantasy, and god forbid Tsu’tey doesn’t have your attention for more than two seconds.
You unlatch one hand from around his neck and start playing with his bead-adorned braids. “I’m smiling because you're funny.”
Tsu’tey’s familiar forehead scrunch graces your eyes, and you let go of his braids to smooth it over with a thumb. “Stop, you’ll get wrinkles.”
Tsu’tey scoffs. “Sky people worry about weird things.”
You pause. “You’re right.”
After you’ve dried off and worn your clothes again, Tsu’tey makes sure to guide you both back to his home. Throughout your walk, he makes it very clear that you will be living together from now on; he will have it no other way. He even goes out of his way to grab your - albeit very minimal - belongings from your kelku and move them to his.
When you make it to his home, though, you fight the urge to run back.
“What the fuck, Jake!”
Jake, Neytir, and Takuk seem to have put the pieces together in your absence. To your horror, they’ve gathered the rest of your friends in Tsu’tey’s living room with more alcohol and food, happily expecting you to return home and embarrass you to pieces.
“Congrats, brother!”
Jake stumbles to Tsu’tey and pulls him inside. “This calls for a celebration!”
The rest of your drunkard friends raise their glasses in a toast. Neytiri haphazardly stands up and pulls you into a hug. “You are a mated woman! Tsahik of our clan!” she cheers on, shaking you around with delight.
You sigh and look at Tsu’tey for help. To your surprise, he’s already staring back at you with such love and adoration that even the havoc of your alcoholic friends becomes delightful.
➵ chapter summary: Tsu'tey makes it his mission to constantly have your attention...
➵ pairing: enemies to lovers, tsu'tey x fem!reader(no use of y/n)
➵ word count: 3K
➵ warnings: cursing, angst, a whole lot of miscommunication, insecurities
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“I gathered you fruit.”
Tsu’tey casually deposits a satchel bulging with fruit in front of you. So casually, in fact, you’d think he goes out of his way to gather you fruit on a daily basis.
You follow suit in gaping at the man and the many clan members sitting beside you. No one, however, can match your expression of pure, unadulterated horror.
The communal breakfasts are a routine that’s inescapable for every Na’vi of the Omaticaya. Lest you skip a healthy meal, your day will be dull and tiring—at least that’s what Mo’at tells the younglings to ensure they eat.
Your mornings are usually spent in tranquility with the companionship of your closest friends, it’s a serene start to the oncoming responsibilities that fill the rest of your day.
You finally felt like one of them– one of the people, casually thinking about your clan duties and chatting idly about mundane topics. You think back on the memories when you found the clan members terrifying, having been sure that they would never accept you as one of them.
Tsu’tey, the most terrifying of Na’vi you’ve ever met. The one who hated your human guts the most.
When you first saw him, riding his direhorse with a confident swagger and a threatening bow aimed at your head, you nearly pissed your army green pants. The esteem most clan members had for him was evident in the way he carried himself, demanding attention and respect.
Flushing red is a practiced gesture at this point, and on cue, you curse his attractive face that’s impossible to say no to. Again, he was demanding attention to his valiant gesture, yet this time from you.
You, who hadn’t talked to him for three days.
Before you manage to utter a reply to him, you rethink the past few days that you spent without his suffocating company. After he ran off with the sack of herbs you’ve collected from cave Kelktuktel - perhaps he planned to take credit for the mission - you’ve made it your mission to avoid him.
He had left you alone in the middle of the night after he had called you most endearingly– left you alone with your thundering feelings. This should have been a crime, you think to yourself, and further evaluate the non-existent justice system in the Omaticaya.
Then again, you and Tsu’tey are the opposite of a traditional Na’vi couple.
It was easier to pass Tsu’tey off as an emotionally unavailable man rather than face reality and accept that you were simply not good enough. In archery, in healing, in gathering, in Ikrana riding: in being Na’vi. As you gaze at the plethora of yovo fruit, peeled and washed thoroughly, of course, you fight back tears. Was his effort worth a partner he would surely be disappointed over?
What was the expectation of his efforts, anyway? Deep down, you know the answers to your questions, but the small light of hope inside your heart is swallowed by a dark cloud of self-doubt. It has already settled into your bones and made you unable to face him like a grown, mature adult.
Tsu’tey tried to get hold of you, perhaps even more desperately than you’ve expected.
He came to your kelku in the early morning the following day, and you hid behind your food basin and pretended like you were already attending to your duties. The next morning, he showed up even earlier, to which you excused yourself as feeling slightly sick. The next morning, you were out of your home before the sun had risen, in fear of him showing up with medicine and tending to you. Worse, showing concern for you.
It seems as though after two and a half days, Tsu’tey had had enough of waiting around and took matters into his own hands.
“Thank you…”
The sentiment comes out as a question rather than a statement. You hear Jake snort at the interaction. You swat his hip with your tail in warning. This situation was already awkward enough, and you didn’t want your bonehead friend making it worse.
Tsu’tey doesn’t leave, though. He simply stands there, waiting for you to speak again. His gaze is intense, you forget how to act, let alone breathe. You have to remind yourself to inhale and exhale. Inhale…exhale…
“Is it ripe?”
“Huh.”
Tsu’tey kneels on his haunches and joins your circle. “The fruit, I will get more.”
“Oh!” You gasp, then remember to quickly take a bite.
The vibrant taste of the juices feels like they explode in your mouth, and you almost moan. Before you can wonder why a fruit is making you think this explicitly, Tsu’tey pulls out his bow.
“Will you join me later for hunting?”
Your mouth scrambles to catch up with your brain. “Yes, thank you. I mean-”
You gasp for air when the piece that you were chewing on travels through the wrong pipe. Coughing and retching, you feel Neytiri pat you on the back with a concerned look on her face. Tsu’tey’s gaze softens. You want to dig a hole for yourself with your bare hands and lie in it for the rest of your days.
“Are you okay, tawtute?”
You nod, face beet red. “Thank you for the fruit.” After clearing your throat, you address his request. “But, why?”
Tsu’tey very clearly hears you, but the expression on his face tells you that he doesn’t know how to respond to you. So, in classic Tsu’tey fashion, he doesn’t. Instead, he gets up and discards his finished leaf of food.
“You will come?” he asks you, hopefully.
When you nod, he promptly says his goodbyes and leaves to attend to his Olo’eyktan duties. Jake and Neytiri give you smug looks when Tsu’tey is out of sight.
You gape at them. “Oh, come on. Neytiri, not you too.”
To your surprise, Tsu'tey's antics continue throughout the day.
When you join him on his hunting expedition, he downright devastates you into a blushing fool by demanding that you watch him skillfully hunt. The interaction takes you back to the days when he was your teacher, making a point to scowl and criticize your every move. Even then, you would sit by the edge of a thick tree trunk and admire his lithe muscles in slight desire, slight envy.
This time around is no different. Awkwardly angled beside him, you have to physically hold yourself back from pouncing.
You stick close by and obey him in excitement. You greedily follow his soft-spoken yet dominating commands. You would be humiliated in any other circumstance, but Tsu’tey appears grateful rather than smug. His gentleness with you is new but not unwelcome; the way his gaze lowers whenever you’re close by. Or how his hands softly graze against your back when he wants you to take cover. You especially enjoy how his breath hitches when you decide to lean into his teasing touches.
It’s nearly impossible to envision Tsu’tey unfocused. However, it seemed today was a day for miracles. As the expedition advances, his usually skilful hands shake when he aims his bow at Angstik. Nor is he able to trace hoof steps accurately; instead, he looks back at you in a daze every few seconds to wordlessly watch you navigate yourself.
You ask him what’s wrong, as any sane Na’vi witness their Olo’eyktan fail at hunting would do. He merely mutters, “I will fix this.”, then demands that you follow him to the river to catch some fish.
Cue another hour of you sitting around, waiting for him to capture the supposed ‘biggest fish in the river’ - his words, not yours - as he puffs out his chest and poses just right so that his biceps flex and bulge obscenely. He requests you to sit instead of joining him this time, and when you protest, he begs.
The view of Tsu’tey begging catches you so off guard that you have no choice but to sit.
You don’t know what to do with yourself as you gaze at him idiotically, feeling lost in his feline eyes. Whenever he achieves a particularly impressive catch, his fanged teeth flash at you in a sweet, glinting smile. When he notices you shift slightly in your seat, his ear tips twitch in anticipation of your approval.
When the heat between your legs flutters ever so often at his perfect posture, the jut of his hips, and the sweat dripping off his neck, down to his smooth chest, you almost walk off to relieve yourself. He can undoubtedly smell your arousal that's starting to pool in your tewng– the coiling of his tail alerts you. It trashes around wickedly before settling when he hisses at his newest catch.
You have no choice but to excuse yourself at this point. What he’s doing to you is torture, you realize. He’s torturing you to horny oblivion until you lose your sanity and beg for him to mate you.
You quickly get up, mutter a pathetic ‘excuse me’, and run back to your kelku to deal with the more important situation at hand.
You had spent the rest of your evening in your kelku, and when you deemed it safe to go outside, you were reminded of Tsu’tey again during dinner.
You’re sitting with your usual circle when he approaches you tentatively, offering you the meat he caught earlier that day. There is nothing innocent in your gaze as you survey him, which is worse because he’s undoubtedly clueless as to what he’s doing to you.
You accept his offer of fish meat, and do your best to ignore the looks Neytiri and Takuk give you.
“Are you okay, tawtute?” he asks you expectantly.
You nod, eyes starting to water from the frustration. “Yes, why do you ask?”
“You ran away quickly. I thought something was wrong.”
“No, no.” You flash him a smile that screams I’m not fine. “I’m okay.”
“Good,” he nods, then takes a seat beside you. When he moves in closer, you relish in his heat. “Would you…” His eyes lower to your lips, pupils dilating. “I have changed my kelku.”
You nod, confused as to why he’s telling you this. Or why he’s looking at you the way he is.
Did he think you were a good judge of interior decoration? The only ‘decoration’ you had in your home was a poorly hung music poster that you nicked from the science outpost. “I see.”
“Do you want to see it?”
You splutter.
“Me?” you ask, gazing at him. “See your kelku?”
Tsu’tey tilts his head, confused. “Yes.”
“Oh,” you look around at your friends, who are animatedly chatting with each other. ‘Traitor,’ you mouth to Jake, who pretends not to notice by whistling and darting his eyes around theatrically.
“Of course, I’d love to,” you smile at Tsu’tey.
The man visibly brightens up. “Good,”
You eat your fish painstakingly slowly to pass the hours with the hope that maybe Tsu’tey will forget his offer. He doesn’t; rather, he only becomes more impatient with each bite. When his eyes watch the last flesh of meat enter your mouth, he springs up. As his lips part to speak - you notice because you seem to constantly look at his lips nowadays - a group of clan members approach your circle.
“Olo’eyktan Tsu’tey, we had a question about tomorrow’s gathering party.”
The panic in Tsu’tey’s eyes is comical as he looks between the people and you. With a curt nod, he gestures his head for them to lead the way. While you watch the party member walk away, Tsu’tey’s gaze never leaves you. “You will wait for me?”
He looks at you with such desperation that you instinctively nod your head. When he leaves, though, he leaves you with the all-consuming feeling of confusion and frustration once more. With Tsu’tey, it seems that this was a common occurrence.
You decide to occupy yourself with the upcoming duties for the month, entering the clan archives. The big barrels of storage are placed together in the far center of the common area. They’re filled to the brim with raw material, and you curse Tsu'tey for efficient material planning. There’s an overhead, woven tent with swirls of navy blue and evergreen stretching well over a few meters, but the space is otherwise open.
If you look closely enough, Tsu’tey’s a few steps away, deep in thought as a clan member talks about the issue they’re having– and you do look, you always do. The gears in his head are visibly turning; with the slow sway of his tail, his scrunched forehead, the upright position of his ears. It makes you realize how well you’ve gotten to know him these past few months, enough to decipher his body language.
A hot flush creeps up your cheeks, to the tips of your pointed ears, and you busy yourself with inspecting the perfectly adequate material sacks and carts in front of you.
You steal a few glances at Tsu'tey occasionally, but when your eyes meet, you avert your gaze in a flurry of embarrassment. You’re back in middle school again, like a schoolgirl crushing on an upperclassman. The abominable realization knocks some sense into you - perhaps only slightly - and before you march up to the Oloeyktan of Omaticaya and demand an explanation, he silently creeps up behind you and gently touches your shoulder.
You flinch, “How…”
Tsu’tey chuckles at you, flashing his perfect teeth and sharp fangs. “You will learn, later.” he softly takes your hand in his. “My home, you will see it?”
You can only nod, not trusting your ability to speak quite yet. He guides you away from the common area as the remaining clan members watch you leave in curiosity and, most definitely, envy. His hands are rough, yet calmingly warm. They’re gentle, even with the callouses and deep scars that decorate them. Perhaps you’ve judged Tsu’tey wrong this entire time.
His palm encases yours, pulling you towards him throughout the weaving bridges and the many large homes that decorate the larger trees of the Omaticaya. When you get to the middle of the settlement, Tsu’tey pauses, then looks back at you expectantly. You can only speculate that this is his kelku, with its dark navy swirls and large ropes holding the giant weaving sturdy. You’ve been here before, and the little time you’ve spent in his home seems like decades ago. Everything is different from the time you carried Tsu’tey, who recently escaped death, to his house.
He was a grumpy, injured baboon then. Now, he’s not so injured, nor grumpy, though perhaps a baboon all the same. You nod towards the gaping entrance of the house. “So, big guy.”
Tsu’tey visibly gathers himself. He mumbles incoherently in Na’vi, and you swear Jake’s name is mentioned within the whispers that leave his lips. He carefully touches the small of your back with his large palm and guides you inside. Warmth erupts throughout your body from where he’s gently rubbing small circles. You enter his home with a strange buzzing in your ears and the loud thrum of your heart.
The interior is indescribably Tsu'tey. With its minimalistic and freakishly tidy decor, as well as the annoyingly functional placement of everything, each decision that went into the making of the place dripped with his character.
Amongst the calm of his house, your eyes land on his bed. This section of the kelku is inside its own, smaller pod, and you can’t help but gravitate towards the room. Besides the fact that it reeks of his scent, it’s a chaotic mess. With silky blankets thrown on the floor and ornate trinkets scattered around in organized frenzy, this is the real Tsu’tey.
“Do not look there!”
Before you can inspect further, Tsu’tey comes forward and blocks your view with his large body. His arms spread out comically, like a guilty child hiding the mess they’ve made. “I mean- I forgot to…”
His head snaps back to check how bad it is, and when you see him visibly wince, you decide not to intrude any further. Your presence in his home begins to feel uncomfortably intimate. You start to envision yourself getting accustomed to his way of life — his daily routine that’s being reflected in each corner of the house.
A year ago, the prospect of meeting the Omaticaya Olo’eyktan seemed a miracle, perhaps even a death wish. Tsu’tey was majestic and untouchable, yet now, as he stands before you, you see him as more. Taking a deep breath, you back away from his frame and start wandering around with slow steps. “You have a beautiful home, Olo’eyktan Tsu’tey,” you say dully.
The extravaganza, or lack thereof, reminded you of your position. The unrealistic delusions you’ve been entertaining hit you suddenly. Why would the Omaticaya leader, of all people, desire you?
“Finally, you address me in the way of the people,” he grunts, but his mouth is stretched in a calm smile. It’s an unseen view, “Not big guy.”
“Yeah...” you drag on wistfully.
“What is wrong, vrrtep?” Tsu’tey approaches you, concerned.
The worry etched across his face makes your heart throb dangerously. His warm hand carefully palms your shoulder in a soothing attempt. His gaze is soft again, making you question your feelings.
“Nothing, I just…what am I doing here?”.
“I am showing you my kelku,” he answers you like it’s obvious.
Yet, it’s not. The answer is hanging on by a thin thread that connects your hearts. He looks at you like you’re supposed to know what this means, but you’re exhausted.
“I know that, but why?” you push in hopes of peeling an answer from his lips that’s not a grunt or a repeat of himself.
Tsu’tey freezes, “I didn’t…”. With slow, calculated steps, he paces left, then right, with his signature scrunched forehead. “How can I not think of this…”
You sigh, “I’m going back.”
Your face pulls the man out of his deep trance, and the realization that you’re leaving has him delirious. He steps forward, clutching your arm in frenzy. “Do not go.”. When you don’t say anything, his expression softens. “Please,” he begs, voice hoarse.
“I-” you pause, afraid of your words. It hurts to verbalize your deepest scars, but it’s a necessary step forward. “I just don’t understand why I’m here,” you start. “Hell, I don’t understand you. What are we doing, Tsu’tey?”
Tsu’tey looks deeply offended, yet surprisingly holds his tongue for once. He lets go of your hand and hangs his head low. “I see.”
“That’s all you have to say to me?” You pause for a beat, expectant. When he doesn’t elaborate, you scoff in disbelief.
“Good night” is all you say before you quickly leave through the flap of the kelku, leaving the thin fabric flailing in your wake.
genuinely shocked at the fact that people are being accused of using AI because of…correct grammar. YES I HAVE AN ENGLISH EDUCATION. NO I DONT USE AI 🤨
I only noticed that you asked to not repost your work after I reposted, sorry (I deleted after
Im craving for the part 5 of your Tsutey story
Hope you're doing okay
Hello! You’re more than welcome to reblog my work, actually I’d be happy if you did that haha. When I say repost, it means to not post it on another website and claim it as your own.
It is along the way I promise! I’ve been on hiatus due to college and work but I’ll be back this week or hopefully next week!
hey guys. TRUST chapter 5 is on the way. im SO sorry for how late it is. im going through a rough time right now, especially with my mental health. its pretty much done, im just refining and finishing up scenes.
