This is never going to happen but I would KILL for a Na’vi language mode. Where all the Clans speak Na’vi. So’lek speaks to the Sarentu in Na’vi. Overtime the protagonist and other TAP kids speak more Na’vi the further into the game you get. And more.
This is never going to happen because the amount of money & research needed would be outrageous, but I would do literally ANYTHING for a Na’vi language pack!!!
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📝 Oo ok first congrats!! Second could I request possessive Teylan x human reader? Normally teylan is subby but this could be where he shows his hidden dominance side, especially after seeing someone eye his woman like they’d want her
Teylan x female human reader, minors dni 🔞
He has a beautiful cock. Always so neatly tucked away under his loincloth, thick and heavy, long enough and discreetly veined. Too beautiful to hide, but you take great pleasure in coaxing him out with seductive words and intimate touches.
But today it’s him who shoves his loincloth down and all but pushes you to your knees. He can’t hide the apologetic face he makes as he does so, but he can’t help it. He wants to feel you, has to, or his thoughts will consume him whole.
When you take him in your mouth, he moans and shudders, unprepared for how good this would feel, wet tongue swirling around his sensitive tip that has turned into an angry flush of purple after hours spent restrained beneath his clothes, forced to watch the friendly chitter chatter between you and one of your scientist colleagues at the labs.
Teylan runs his fingers through your hair once, twice, restlessly before simply grabbing hold.
"M-Mine", it breaks out as a moan once your throat constricts around his throbbing length, "You’re mine. Mine. Mine."
You respond with a low moan as Teylan thrusts into you again, the sound muffled by his cock in pressing down onto your tongue. His fingers are twisting harder into your hair, tugging on it to control your movements. The sounds of gags soon fill his ear.
"Sorry, I -oh,", he blurts between heavy pants, "I’m sorry, yawne. You just feel so good, I- I can’t hold back!"
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, you tried to best to glance up at Teylan, let him know that it was okay, that you were fine. Above you, you felt him go tense and tight, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair to hold you down, lips sealed around the base as he came hard, spilling down your throat. Barely able to breathe, a smear of cum slipped from the corner of your mouth, but you swallowed dutifully, before Teylan pulled you off of him with a wet pop.
"You’re mine, tiyawn", he rasps, his thumb swiping over your red and split slicked bottom lip as you stare up at him, panting heavily. "Only mine."
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❄️ Kinkmas — 05. On a mount ❄️
So‘lek x female human reader
⋆。° ✮ Minors dni 🔞
⋆。° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist
⋆。° ✮ Warnings: they do it on a pali (direhorse), smut, p in v, dub-con, kidnapping, held hostage, enemies to lovers, size kink, cockwarming, ooc So‘lek because I wrote this before the game came out, it plays before he joined the resistance, language barrier
⋆。° ✮ Translation: tawtute = human, sky person
In the realm of forbidden desires, where the line between right and wrong blurs, a seductive sin had woven her enchanting web and So’lek had found himself caught in your irresistible embrace.
The forbidden fruit dangled before him, tempting him with her intoxicating flavors. He didn’t know what had driven him to this act, but he felt a heady mix of excitement, curiosity, and temptation, uncaring of the consequences that laid ahead as he took this very specific tawtute with him.
So‘lek had never taken a hostage in all of his years of living. In all of his years of seeking revenge. The clicking of metal against metal around his neck was the cold, dead evidence of this.
But this tawtute… there was just something about you that was different. Something that made his blood stir and his nerves tingle like a live wire.
The demon whrites in his lap and So‘lek makes a soothing noise, hushed into your round little ear while the hands on your fragile hips tighten, keeping you from falling off where you’re seated.
"Hìpey [hold still]", he warns, but his tone remains calm and composed.
Every bounce of the palis hooves meeting the hard ground beneath pushes you further down on his cock and you mewl, muffled cries and moans against the cloth covering your mouth under your mask. Originally he had tied it there to keep you from screaming, had bound your wrists behind your back to keep you from trashing around. But now it’s to keep you still, to make it easier for himself to use your small, tight body for his own pleasure.
But by the way you clench around his length, he doubt that you doesn’t enjoy this just as much as he does.
So‘lek can feel your slick running down his shaft where he’s not fully seated inside you, your human body too small to take all of him at once. But the gallop of his pali did help ease the way further into you, without having to do much movement of his own.
"Nìsyep sìltsan, vrrtep [so good and tight, little demon]", he groans lowly, so close to your ear he felt the heat radiating off your skin. The flush that spreads over your cheeks makes you feel all tingly. You don’t know what exactly he’s saying to you, but the deep raspy voice hushing these foreign words into your ear is enough to make you understand his intentions.
A particularly hard shove of the pali as it galloped over thick branches made your clit brush over the leathery sattle and you cried out in bliss, the whiny sound muffled and helpless.
One of So’lek‘s arms pulled you closer against him at this, so that he could rest his chin on your shoulder and watch his own hands dip between your thighs. Rough fingers slide through your folds and around his own cock where he’s halfway nestled inside you, smearing your arousal back and forth, before he locates your clit.
"Nìtxan mei [you‘re so wet]", he says, "ayngenga asim? [are you close?]"
There comes no response, but he doesn’t need one anyways. Your squirming and the clenching around his length is all he needs as confirmation, so he begins to circle that little bundle of nerves that makes your breathing pick up rapidly.
So‘lek wishes he could understand the few words you actually manage to force out through the woven cloth covering your mouth, the ones that sound like pleas and begs for him, possibly. You just sound so sweet as you fall apart on his cock, it makes him wonder how tasting such a forbidden fruit, a little demon like you, could feel so heavenly.
Rocking with the gentle sway of his palis movement, So‘lek relishes in the pulsing of your walls around him, the wet, rhythmic throbbing and squeezing that massages his cock like you intend to milk him for all his worth. But while you fall slack in his arms with a shuddering gasp, he decides to keep his composure for a while longer, just for the favor of staying like this. At least, until he arrives back at his tent, where he can properly burry himself inside you.
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