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— orlando bloom x [name]:

You: Hi, Katy. How is your husband?

Katy Perry: Incredibly married.

You: Oh! Yet?!

Should’ve read the fine print...

Minors DNI

Warning(s): NSFW, dubcon

Fem!Reader

Authors Note: First time; necessary feedback, pls! Taking requests!

It’s been about a week since you’ve moved into your new apartment. Everything about it was perfect except for one thing: you’ve explored every room but one, which was locked for some reason. (If only you had read the entire catalog ad, you would’ve understood why and that all past tenants never stayed too long). You complained about it to your landlord, who hired a locksmith free of charge, thankfully. This is what your actions have come to, sadly: you, standing before hundreds of slimy, purple tentacles, coming from all around the mystery room.

You try and back away quietly toward the door in hopes of being able to leave unnoticed. Pitifully, the floorboards creek(damn, this shitty building). The tentacles immediately move in your direction as you run for the door, only to be blocked off by more tentacles. They push you to the ground and squeeze around your arms and legs, probing at your torse.

They’re not hurting you; they seem pretty curious, actually. The tentacle's touch is soft and gentle. One tentacle stops at your face...it’s...caressing your cheek? Their touches were seemingly affectionate at first but quickly became provocative. They began to slip under your clothes, feeling you up.

Again, their touch was gentle but still violating nonetheless; they groped your breasts, sucking on your nipples and coiling around them. You try and keep as much dignity you have left, biting your lip to hold back your moans. The tentacles seem to sense your defiance and dislike it very much. They tear through your clothing, leaving only your thin panties to cover you. They curl around your thighs, spreading your legs to tease you, rubbing against your clothed cunt, and nuzzling your clit; their suckers find it and abuse the little bundle of nerves.

A blissful whine escapes your lips; you can’t remember the last time you felt this good. The tentacles stroke your body with satisfaction, assumingly rewarding you for your submission. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Your sense of dignity is long gone by now; you’re a wailing mess. Hair sticking to your sweat-coated skin, tear-filled eyes rolled up into your head, and while your mouth hangs open with a bead of drool leaking from the side.

The tentacles can sense your arousal, not to mention your drenched underwear. They move your panties to the side and continue to toy with your aching pussy, stroking your wet hole and sucking on your sore clit until you cum.

The tentacles let you catch your breath, lovingly massaging your body. Soon enough, you’re suspended in the air as more tentacles hold you, creating a makeshift bed to place you comfortably. Another tentacle approaches your face again, latching itself to your mouth and pushing past your lips to curl around your tongue. Is this its way of kissing you? Is it showing affection?

It’s a bit gross, but the tentacles mean well. Your body suddenly jolts as you feel a tentacle push against your sopping hole. It uses its suckers to tease you again, but as you grind yourself against it, the tentacle penetrates you, pressing against your walls to search for your sweet spot. The tentacle in your mouth begins to thrust in and out as you feel another tentacle enter your ass. The tentacle in your pussy moves rhythmically with the others as it’s sucker hit your g-spot. At this point, your mind is nothing but mush. All you see are white spots as your legs quake under the tentacles, unable to hold yourself up longer.

The tentacles wrap around your waist and lift you. You’re now ass up, face down, and being fucked mercilessly in all three holes. You can’t take it; it’s too good, too much, too many. You feel more tentacles enter your already full holes. Doesn’t this monster know you have a limit?

It doesn’t care, really. All it wants is to see you cum, and cum, again. You can feel yourself getting dizzier after each orgasm, one after another. Before you know it, you’re waking up from your fucked out haze. The tentacles seemed to have stopped fucking your brains out a while ago; they’re all curled up around your protectively, some still inside you. You try and crawl towards the door, but you’re body is useless at this point.

The tentacles drag you back to them, curling around to massage your worn-out body. It seems you won’t be leaving this room any time soon...or ever.

...

Might as well move your stuff in here.

# SHE KNOWS, SHE KNOWS

“and I know she knows, and I know she knows.”

you spot his red flags | yandere!Koko

warnings: yandere, kidnap, Koko manhandling the reader.

anon said: “Hey! Could i request a Yandere koko with a defiant reader? The reader could point out all of his red flags and his projection of his past onto others and they don’t take his bs- they wouldn’t even take the amount of money he gives bc they know that it would simply give him the satisfaction thank you!!”

song: she knows by j.cole (feat. amber coffman and cults)

photo cred (left to right): 1 2 3

You stood across from Koko, mere feet away on the same stretch of pavement. The street is quiet, and the sidewalk empty other than the two of you. It was getting late, the sky twinged pink and purple as the stars began to appear.

“No.”

“No?” He repeats, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. His mouth felt dry, tongue sticky and heavy in his mouth. His eyes focused solely on you. His shoulders slumping as he says, “Whaddya mean ‘no?’”

“I mean no,” you repeat yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t want your stupid gifts.”

His posture straightens significantly upon hearing you insult his effort. “First of all,” he says. “My gifts aren’t stupid—”

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” Your voice wasn’t loud, nor spiteful. You merely sound annoyed. A single brow raises as you look at him, waiting for an answer.

Somehow, he wishes you would spit at him; call him out of his name and degrade him. But you wouldn’t sink to that level and he knew it. You were far too good for him—just like her. His heart hammers in his chest as he presses his hands down his front, smoothing the wrinkles of his gang jacket. He hates you, really, he does. But he can’t let you go. You’re his second chance at love, he’s sure of it.

So, why won’t you give him a chance? He had brought you designer bag after designer bag, fur coats, expensive rings. He offered to take you to the finest restaurant in the city, and promised to buy you a brand new sports car if you asked for it. But you had never entertained the desperate gift-giving in the slightest.

Anything you received would be returned immediately. And the next day, you’d tell him off. But he never stopped. Every day, there was something new on your doorstep or in your mailbox. And every day, you’d instruct the mailman to stop delivering. But Koko paid him to keep leaving the packages behind even on his days off.

You even went as far as to attempt to get a restraining order against him. But he paid the judge off and made sure to tell you all about it so that you’d stop trying to push him away. He had enough money to do whatever he wanted and you couldn’t stop him. He wanted you to know that.

He would stop at nothing to succeed at this second chance. He needed to be with you and to forget her—

“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” You say quietly.

It was like you had read his mind. He never told you about Akane, but you knew. He didn’t doubt that it was Inui who told you. And he hated Inui for it. “...Shut up.” He bites, glaring at you from under his long, inky lashes.

“I saw a picture of her…” You say. “She’s beautiful.”

His heart starts to thunder, so hard that it becomes more and more physically painful by the second. Bile rises in his throat. He doesn’t want to talk about her. He doesn’t want her, he wants you. He’s sure of it, really, he is.

You gulp, mentally preparing yourself for what you’re going to say next. You constantly ran into Inui whilst trying to escape Koko’s advances. And in all those times, Inui had willingly given you information on Koko without you even having to ask. For what reason, you didn’t know. But you speculate that the information Inui had given you was meant to scare you further away from Koko. And what you would say next proves it.

“Stop it—stop it. Shut up and stop talking about her.” He says, voice wobbling. “Don’t talk about her.”

“S’okay,” you mumble, looking down. “Her and Inui”—you swallow hard, nervous knowing that there will be no going back after you say this—“they look exactly alike. That’s why you hung out with him for so long, isn’t it? You probably feel guilty, don’t you? Because you—”

“Shut up!” He’s screaming now. If there were anyone around, his voice would have certainly drawn attention. “Shut up! Stop talking about her!”

You know you shouldn’t any further, the churning in your stomach is enough to tell you that. But you continue pressing his buttons in hopes that he will grow annoyed by you and stop trying so hard to win you over. “You push your past on others. You only wanted me to drown out the memories of her and him. I remind you of her, don’t I? ...Don’t I? ” Your eyes widen, waiting impatiently for an answer. But none comes, so you keep ranting. Trying your damnedest to shout and scream and do whatever you think will make him like you less. “And Inui, you saved the poor boy because you thought he was his sister—his sister that you were in love with!”

Did Inui tell you that? He bites his tongue, the words almost come tumbling out of his mouth against his will. But he is able to stop himself right before he can actually say it. He doesn’t need to ask anyway. He knows the answer. He mumbles something under his breath, but you’re not listening.

“And now you’re trying to bribe me—for love! You can’t buy my affection!” You shout. It felt good to finally let him know how you really felt. “You’re just a walking red flag, Kokonoi! I don’t want to be with you!”

Ouch. He felt like his heart had snapped in two. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to feel shameful, regretful, and embarrassed; or angry, upset, and annoyed. For a split second, he thought about leaving you be. He thought about turning around and leaving; letting you live your life as though you never met him. He thought about finally letting go of his twisted obsession and leaving you alone like you asked.

But then, he thought that he didn’t care. He didn’t care what you thought, or what you had to say, or anything of the sort. If he wanted you, he was going to have you. And he wouldn’t give you the chance to say no again.

You had grown silent after going off on a tangent, having listed all the qualities he possessed that you despised. And he just stood there and took it, staring blankly ahead. He wasn’t really looking at you; rather, he was looking through you. You hadn’t noticed at first. But he took step after step, gradually approaching you. And you noticed the look in his eyes then, you thought he would pass right by you; his eyes unfocused and inattentive.

But he didn’t pass by you. He grabbed you, his grip tight on your upper arm as he tugged you. You kicked and screamed and told him to release you. But he didn’t. He slipped his phone out of his pocket, dialing up a number and holding the phone to his ear as he dragged you down the street.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He said, voice monotonous as his eyes searched the street. “Bring the car over, and make it quick.”

The car? You had a bad feeling as a slick, black car came barreling down the road. Try as you might, you couldn’t get away. Squirming and struggling did little to deter him.

“Get in,” he said, shoving you towards the backseat.

You foolishly attempted to slip past him, but he blocked you.

“Get in.” He repeated. “Now.”

Again, you made a pathetic attempt at escape. It only angered him further. He yanked the door open, shoving you in without warning. And he crammed in behind you before slamming the door.

“Go,” was all he said to who you assumed was the chauffeur. And the car pulled off smoothly. The sound of the lock loud in your ears as the partition rolled up.

“Wh—what the hell’re you doing, Koko—”

“Just shut up,” he spat, eyes focused on the partition. He couldn’t stand to look at you. “Y’know,” he chuckled bitterly to himself. “I gave you too many chances. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What… what’re you talking about?” You whisper, eyes wide as the reality of the situation sets in. You’re in the backseat of a chauffeured car with the man whose expensive gifts you turned down. And after all the shit you said to him, you were sure that things wouldn’t end well. You swear that you felt the beginning of a cold sweat trickling down your spine.

He just laughed again, his hand still latched around your arm. “I don’t think you get it, so lemme explain it nice and simply for you.” He turned to you, eyes sharp and cold as he leaned into your personal space. “You’re going to come with me and you’re going to let me spoil you, you understand? There will be no more returning gifts or lecturing me about bribery because I won’t be leaving any more designer bags at your doorstep, sweetheart.”

Your chest felt tight. You could feel the sweat forming on your brow. When did it become so hot? You tried to pull away, but Koko just yanked you closer.

“You can forget your place because you’re gonna be living with me now, got it? In a nice lil’ penthouse with a view of the skyline and a garage full of cars. And I’ll get whatever the hell you want and you’re going to appreciate it.” His dull nails were biting into your skin, sure to leave indents behind later. “We are going to be together and you are going to love me. And that’s that.” He released you with a jerk, your arm aching as he returned to peering ahead. His lips turning down into a frown, gaze hard as he mumbles something about ungratefulness under his breath.

Your eyes started to burn. You felt a sudden helplessness rush over you. But you wouldn’t cry. Instead, you bit your lip until it became painful. Your glossy eyes glaring at him as he sat cross legged, his elbow on his knee and his chin resting on his balled fist. You watched momentarily as the city lights fell over him time and time again. He was certainly good-looking, but his personality was what pushed you away.

You couldn’t do this. You wouldn’t. There was no way you could just go through with this. Not after all the red flags he had shown you and all the things Inui had said. You couldn’t let Koko do this to you—you had to do something. You had to say something, at least.

You let out a shuddering breath, blinking fast as you spoke, “M’not gonna love you.”

He glances at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. He never would have found tears attractive on her. But on you… It was something he could certainly get used to. That’s how he knew he just had to have you. You reminded him of her, but you were definitely different and he liked that; he liked you. And your tears. He had a feeling he would be seeing tears a lot with you from now on. What the cause behind them would be was still up for determination.

You swallowed, a lump forming fast in your throat “Never, I swear. M’never gonna love you—”

“Ha!” He cut you off with a cruel chuckle, turning to look out of the window again. He knew there was no escape for you. And you knew it, too.

“Like you have a choice.” He said.

Reject his money all you want, but he’s going to give it to you whether you like it or not. But that certainly didn’t stop you from being defiant.

OBSESSED WITH YOU

aged up!Neteyamx aged up!human(f)!reader

Summary: In which…. Neteyam crosses paths with a human, but what is that sudden obsession with her, where did that need to protect her come from?

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff, Y/N’s personal space is quite literally violated by Neteyam, Y/N is the first Human Neteyam has ever seen, Neteyam barely speaks/understands English, kissing, slight make out, lowkey unrealistic storyline lmao

My Masterlist <3.

What are you called? = fyape syaw fko ngar Stay calm = mawey beautiful: (of people) = sevin take it off = kämunge tsal I want to see = Oe new ne kame hurry up = win säpi nefä so soft = nìftxan 'ango

I hope you enjoy! If you do, feel free to reblog, I might consider writing more parts to this :) <3

I can still remember how it happened. The day that I met Neteyam still lingers in my mind, the young Na´vi boy consuming my attention at all times.

About a week ago, I can still feel the soft breeze of air flushing against my legs, I remember smelling the green plants that had just been drowned in the heavy rain the previous night. The loving light of the warm sun embraces my figure as I walk across a muddy path, trying not to step on any kind of animal. I was outside although I was not allowed to leave the lab. Secretly slipping out of the back door, the mask that is pumping oxygen into my lungs well secured on my face, as I made it my new goal to explore Pandora further.

It is a memory I cherish. The adrenaline that runs through my veins as I took one step after the other, putting as much space as possible between me and the lab.

With the feeling of well-secured safety and no one having caught me fleeing from my home, I slowed my steps, taking in my beautiful surroundings. All kinds of exotic colorful plants surround my form, my eyes darting to one and then another, trying to see everything all at once. My ragged breathing slowed down as I sprinted across the mud, my feet now slightly covered in it.

I can’t help but feel joy consume me whole.

The beauty of Pandora yet again swallowed me, pulling me in. I let my feet work on their own, deciding on taking a small walk to find new interesting and unexplored corners. My fingertips glide against a pulsating bluish plant, as it vibrates against my hand in return, letting myself smile at the uncommon feeling.

This world is so alive.

It is beautiful, I hope its owners treat it well, with respect and cherish it just as I do. Although from the stories I have been told, Na’vi are very spiritual species who inhabit these forests. And now that I think of it, I have never truly seen a real Na’vi.

Dreamwalkers don’t count.

Not letting my mind linger on the thought of facing a real Na’vi, I continued my exploration, It felt like mere minutes, but because it was slowly becoming darker around me it must have been at least a few hours. The only sound that reaches my ears is my breathing from behind the thin glass that is covering my entire face, and the nature that I’m currently moving in. Deciding that I have seen enough for today and that Norm is most likely worrying about my well-being, I take a turn and walk to the path I have been walking all along and slowly but surely make my way back to the lab.

Just as I took a few steps, I heard a quiet huff and leaves moving behind a tree a few feet away from me.

Midway through me turning my head, a blue figure emerges from the bushes. There he stands. A tall male Na’vi. His stripes-covered skin glows underneath the small amount of light that is still falling on Pandora.

He is beautiful.

So beautiful the nature around me is no longer on my mind. All my focus and attention is now drawn to him as I see his fist tightening around a weapon that is firm in his right hand.

With quick movements, he is pointing an arrow at me.

“Wait- Wait- Wait-“ I start as his face wears an angry expression, his frown-covered face facing my direction. I can see his ears perk up at the words that left my mouth. The foreign language fills his head as he decides on killing or spearing me.

“fyape syaw fko ngar?” he hisses, flashing his fangs at me. His white teeth sparkle in the sun as he takes a big step closer to me. His sudden movement made me trip over, my backside making contact with the now slightly dried ground. Him now towering over me even more, his height is scary.

“I- I’m sorry I don’t understand you, please talk slower,” I say, trying to speak slowly, he probably doesn’t understand my words. He tilts his head in confusion, his eyes widening as he takes in my form. Here I am, halfway sitting up in the slightly muddy forest of Pandora. My eyes are fixated on the Na’vi that is towering above me.

“fyape. syaw. fko. ngar?” he repeats, now trying to talk as slow as I did. His pronunciation is now much clearer, his eyes squinting close as if he can see the wheels whirring behind my eyes. This situation throws me back multiple years, remembering the Na’vi lessons we were put through at the mere age of ten. He must have said something about me. Asking about my age? No that would not add up to the situation I’m currently in. Maybe he asked what my name is. That makes way more sense, him emerging from the forest, probably taking me in as a threat.

Slowly, I raise my hands on either side of my head a little, to show that I have no weapons on me, and don’t mean any harm to anyone. At my gesture his ears stand up, their previous position flattened against his head long gone. While doing so, his curiosity must have grown, he lowers his weapon, no meaning to harm me for now. The unknown Na’vi male lowers himself into a crouching position, as he fixates his bow on his back and secures the arrow back in its holder. With me still staying put on the ground, he starts to crawl over my much smaller form to take in my face.

His expression is still confused, but the curiosity must be getting a hold of him. He slowly makes his way above me, his face getting closer to mine, I can feel his warm breath hitting my cheek, his sparkly yellow eyes boring into my own. Pupils now grown bigger and bigger with each second that passes.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my questioning tone must have shown him that I asked a question. He shakes his head in a way to tell me that he has no idea what I just said, but he doesn’t leave his current position, instead, he’s only inching closer to my body. His face slowly moved to the left side of my face, flattened nose touching my cheek and slowly moving down to my neck. His way of moving and actions remind me of an animal, I can feel him take a deep breath through his nose when it hits my pulse point. It’s like he’s taking in my scent, trying to burn it into his brain to never lose the smell of me.

His actions makes a shudder run down my spine, a shaky breath leaving my mouth only now realizing that I have been holding my lungs oxygen-free for the past minute, them now aching and burning for more.

He breathes me in again, this time with eyes closed, my scent filling his nostrils. My breathing stays unsteady, his presence making my heart quicken in my chest, he seems to notice that, his eyes now fixated on my chest, watching it rise and fall again. When my eyes caught his never leaving my chest, a frown forms on my face, my mouth gaping at him and my arms moving to cover my chest. Slightly uncomfortable under his stare that is on one of my most intimate parts.

He quickly shakes his head and uses one of his three-fingered hands -that is at least twice as big as mine- to move them away, his now gained free access to my chest making him move his head closer, the side of his face making contact with me, his ear hovering above my heart. My heartbeat echoes in his head, its beating pumping hot blood through my veins. Although he does not seem to have the intention to hurt me in any way, my heart doesn’t slow its fast beats. His heavy head makes contact with my chest, I can feel him resting his head completely.

He stays put for a few seconds, the sound of soft breaths leaving his nose hit my ears. My heart still hammers in my chest, continuing to reveal my unsure feelings about the moment and this stranger who is quite literally breaking the definition of personal space. He stirrers up removing his ear from my chest, now much softer yellow eyes meeting mine.

“Mawey.” he whispers. His soothing voice makes it seem like a sweet gesture, the way he talks, the way his eyes move from me to my chest, no, to my heart, its like he wants to tell me to relax. The next thing that catches his attention is the oxygen mask that covers my slightly blushing face. With one of his fingers he taps against the glass, the tap rather harsh as it shoots through the glass and right to my ears echoing softly.

"Neteyam." he speaks up, the pronunciation lingering in my mind. As he speaks, he points the finger that just tapped my mask to his chest, gesturing to himself, it seems to be his way of introducing himself to me.

"Y/N." I say telling him my name. His ears perk up as my voice hits him.

"Y/N…" he tries to pronounce my name just like I did, but fails miserably. I can´t help myself but let a giggle slip past my lips at his terrible attempt at pronouncing my name, squinting my eyes closed in the process. He doesn´t exactly laugh at my reaction, but what seems to be a small smile makes its way across Neteyams face. I like the way my name sounds when he speaks.

"Sevin." he whispers pointing at me again. His hand glides downwards to my own and he takes a look at it, his eyes fixated on my little finger. He slowly but surely wraps two of his fingers around it, completely engulfing my pinky with his. His hand is huge compared to mine. If he wanted to, he could cover my entire hand with his and nothing of my hand would be visible.

"Sevin?" I ask, questioning his last words, why did I barely pay attention when we were told simple words that are commonly used by Na´vi?

"Beautiful?" he now repeats, his accent thick as he tries to translate his words.

"You mean me?" I ask a little unsure, it is not unknown in the lab that Na´vi and humans don´t usually interact with one another, let alone find any interest in each other. He points his finger against my chest again, still trying to get me to understand that he thinks I´m pretty.

I can´t help but blush at his actions, not quite used to being complimented by someone.

"You´re beautiful too" I answer, already aware of the fact that he probably doesn´t understand what I just told him. So I point my finger at his chest just like he did to me and say

"Sevin."

His eyes fall to my pointer finger that is currently resting against his chest, his hands now following his eyes, a blue hand yet again engulfing my own. I feel a certain warmth spread through my chest.

Am I supposed to feel like this?

Probably not.

No, definitely not.

Then why does his presence feel so good? Why do I feel this special security with him? When his warm eyes meet mine?

His attention is now back on my face, the way he is now directly in front of me, allows me to take a closer look at his facial features. His yellow, big, cat-like eyes are pulsating with warmth and softness, his slightly flattened nose wrinkling when he senses new smell. He seems to be studying me just as I do him.

"kämunge tsal" he whispers, now again tapping against my oxygen mask.

Although I could not exactly translate his spoken words in my head, it must have been something about my mask. I shake my head hastily, if his intentions are about me taking it off he can forget it.

"Oe new ne kame" he urges me on, his eyes filled with curiosity and desperate pleading.

"Off," he says quickly his demanding tone fitting to his accent, his hand already finding the bottom of the mask and lifting it off of my face. His sudden actions make me gasp and quickly breathe in, to catch another wave of oxygen.

The mask is now all the way off, Neteyam places it on one of his muscular tights, but his vibrant eyes are darting across every moving muscle on my face. He studies me carefully as if he is afraid of breaking me with a grip that might be too firm for my body.

His left-hand moves to the right side of my head, the warm palm of his softly meeting me. His palm swallows half of my skull, it’s like a puzzle fitting, his piece connecting with mine. A few seconds later I have a sort of ticklish feeling against my upper thigh, his strong tail curling twice around it. The movement makes me blush, I feel my cheeks and half of my neck warming. It’s like Neteyam is trying to be as close as possible, though I can not really tell why.

His face inches closer to mine, he’s so close again that I can feel his breath on my lips, his eyes dare to look at them for a quick moment but just as he meets them he averts his gaze again. I can’t help it but copy his movement, my eyes darting down to his lips.

I can feel the atmosphere between us get turned upside down within one quick glance at his lips, a sort of tension building up.

What I’m doing here is insane.

I should be home by now.

Just as I can feel him getting even closer, the need for oxygen is growing and growing, my lungs aching for relief. My eyes shoot down to his leg hastily grabbing the mask that my body so desperately seeks. The moment it hits my face I take a deep breath, my heart beating at a quickening speed. Neteyam groans in response his hand falling from my head, instead both of his hands land on either side of my waist. As I try to steady my breathing, he pulls my smaller form into his lap.

"win säpi nefä" he lowly whines, making my eyebrows raise in confusion at his whining. He waits a few seconds for my chest to raise at a normal speed again, his eyes boring through mine as if he is asking for permission, although I can not quite tell for what.

"Enough" he orders now quite needy ripping the mask off my face, but before I can respond in annoyance, warm lips are pressed against my very own. My eyes widen at his sudden actions, I can`t hold back the quiet unexpected sigh that sounds like a soft moan leaving my lips.

Neteyam responds eagerly, his tongue now parting my lips ready to claim my mouth, the taste of me lingering on his tastebuds, he pulls me closer by my hips, the close proximity making him groan. The kiss quickly becomes feverish and passionate as his desire for more keeps growing. His hand moves to the back of my head keeping me in place to continue his almost assault on my lips. His rough palms skim down my waist to hook around my hips, pulling me flush against his chest.

It is something I have never felt before, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making my head dizzy. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen that was making me feel lightheaded.

I can´t help but try to pull away from him, his much stronger grip on me only tightening in response, in order to gain focus again I let my fingers tangle into his braids, softly tugging his lips away from mine. Neteyam growls in protest, chasing my lips with his but I lean back and reach down to put the mask that dangles down my body back on my face. As I keep filling my lungs with air, I look up through the thing glass with heavy-lidded eyes, my chest still heaving and my heart thrumming in my chest.

Neteyam pants softly, just as breathless as I am.

Behind Neteyam I can see his tail swaying with excitement from side to side, his own heavy eyes now focused on a part of my neck. He quickly connects his lips with my neck, softly coating it with open-mouth kisses. With his other hand, he gently tugs on my hair to expose my neck to his mouth. Not caring about the noises that could slip out of my mouth, I let a soft moan leave my lips at the feeling. That seems to urge him on further, his lips traveling from my neck, to my collarbone and lastly to my pulse point. It is the place he breathed me in earlier, he growls at the memory, lips quickly working at sucking on my delicate skin.

I close my eyes at the feeling of his soft but rough lips as they work against my sensitive skin, my mouth slightly agape at the pleasure that is shooting through every inch of my body.

"nìftxan 'ango" the Na´vi male moans against my neck, at the sound of a twig breaking somewhere in the distance, Neteyam quickly breaks away from my sensitive skin. His tail tightened around my thigh in a protective manner.

"Come" he hushes at me, now raising to his feet and full height, With one swift movement he claims my wrist in his hand sneaking around it in a soft grip. He pulls me up in no time as if I weigh nothing to him. I can feel myself hovering over the ground for a split second before he lets go of my wrist now fully placing me back on the ground I was laying on only minutes ago.