#kneel before pod

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#kneel before blog #kneel before pod #doctor who #doctor who 60th anniversary #david tennant #catherine tate #ncuti gatwa

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#kneel before blog #kneel before pod #star trek #first contact day #star trek the motion picture

[pandoraslxna]

Polar opposite

Jake Sully x female human reader x Tonowari

Summary: There’s no plot. Just two dilfs working together.

Words: 2.9k

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, mmf threesome, oral, fingering, heavy size kink, belly bulge, praise kink 🤝🏻 degradation kink, unprotected sex, creampie, interspecies sex, squirting, overstimulation, … I’m gonna stop now it’s just porn without plot lol

Notes: I don’t think i will ever get to see the gates of heaven after this 😂

You don’t know how you got yourself into this position. Trapped between two of the tallest Na‘vi you’ve ever seen. Two powerful olo'eyktan, one of the Metkayina and one of the Omatikaya.

With your back pressed against his board chest, you’re neatly seated in the lap of Tonowari. The gentle chief is holding your small wrists in his big hands. His breathe is hot against your skin, whispering praises and soft words into your ear that make your stomach flutter. "That’s right, little human", he chuckles lowly and a gasp leaves your lips, "Relax, we‘ll take care of you."

Kneeling between your legs, and with his mouth busy sucking hickeys onto the soft skin on your breasts, was Jake. He bites and nibbles on a nipple and you can’t help but whimper. For how much longer were they planning to torture you like this?

You want to clench your thighs together for some friction, but Jakes strong hands keep them apart. He tsks, "If you keep trying that one more time, I won’t let you cum at all. Understood?" You yelp when he pinches your nipple and the sound makes his cock throb. "Y-Yes, sir!" Behind your back, Tonowari chuckles. "I told you not to make him mad. Now show him how good you can be and you‘ll get what you want, okay?" You can feel him shift and suddenly your wrists are no longer held by his hands. But in return he grabs your thighs. From the underside of your knees he holds your legs and bends them slightly up. It’s like he’s presenting you to Jake. Said Na‘vi licks his lips as his eyes travels further down on your body. With nothing to cover yourself from his hungry gaze, you squirm. "Fuck, look at that", Jake groans as he swipes a finger through your folds, gathering your slickness and then holding it up for you and Tonowari to see. A thin string of your juices connect his thumb and index finger. "She’s so wet already", he chuckles and the embarrassment makes your cheeks light up bright red. "You’ve been teasing her for quiet a while now", Tonowari adds to your defense, with a kiss to your temple.

Jake rolls his eyes at that, but finally gives in. His kisses travel lower this time, trailing his tongue over your breasts before dragging it through a trail of shimmering saliva down your navel toward your crotch. You arch your back, hips desperately bucking to meet his lips.

"Thought I told you not to move, didn’t I?", Jake says and bites down at the plush flesh of your inner thighs. You groan, eyes teary and nod, "Sorry Sir…"

Tonowari can’t help the swell of his heart at having such a good girl for him, and gently kisses your cheek.

“You’ll be good for us and keep your thighs spread, right? You won’t move until we‘ll tell you to.” He keeps his tone low and steady, to ease your worries, to comfort you, his precious girl. He would let you cum, you just had to be patient. “Y-yes I‘ll be good", you mumble, letting your head fall back against his chest.  

“Good girl,” he purrs. "Stop spoiling her", Jake tells him, before he lowers his head between your thighs again.

With his thumbs, he spreads your lips apart and groans at the sight. "Must be my lucky fucking day", he voices his thoughts out loud. Your clit comes into view, swollen and neglected, just before Jake closes his lips around it and you moan. He sucks, rolls it in his mouth, kisses it loud enough, that if someone was standing in front of their marui pod, they would hear that the olo'eyktan‘s were very busy right now.

You made them go crazy. Moaning nonstop, loud and unending. “Fuck, Jake, fuck—” You desperately try not to move and rock your hips against his face while Tonowari’s grip on your legs tightens even more. “How are you so good at this? Fuck— I’m going to cum, Jake I‘m—”

Jake chuckles between your thighs, as if you just told him a joke. His voice is muffled, pressed against your cunt, “No, you won’t. Not yet.”

“But I gotta— shit, please I, I can’t I‘m–”

“No,” the tall Na‘vi in front of you says and then proceeds to drag his tongue from your entrance back to your clit. Tonowari can feel a physical shiver running through you. Your body is seized by a wave of what he could only assume was the best orgasm of your life, spasming and shaking nonstop as your hips jerk forward.

To everyone’s surprise, Jake keeps going. He sucks on your clit particularly hard before finally pulling back and wiping your juice from his chin.

"Hm, I see. So we’re disobeying direct orders now, huh?" Jake tilts his head and rises back to his full height. You swallow thickly and Tonowari shakes his head, almost as if he’s disappointment in you. You want to apologize but Jake is quick to cut you off.

"Since you wanted to come so bad, we‘ll give you exactly what you asked for. But I don’t want to hear you cry about it later, sweetheart."

While Jake unties his loincloth, you can feel Tonowari sneak a hand from under your leg to between your thighs. He coats his digits in your slickness and rubs lazy circles over your clit, causing your legs to twitch. You’re still very sensitive from your previous orgasm. "Tonowari", you sigh his name but it quickly turns into a moan when he slides one of his fingers inside you. You gasp when he immediately pushes a second one inside and he chuckles. "Think you can take him, tiny human?", he asks and your eyes are back on Jake, right when his loincloth falls to the ground. He’s thick, rippled with vein and taut, blue flesh. His dick twitches in the air, angry and swollen and wet. There’s a long string of pre-cum hanging from the tip and Jake catches it on his thumb. You stick out your tongue, much to his satisfaction, and he cleans his thumb there, giving you a taste of his salty pre.

Meanwhile, Tonowari curls his fingers inside you just right– hitting that spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "She’s already fucked out from just your fingers", Jakes muses and gives a lazy stroke to his shaft, using the salvia on his thumb as lubricant.

"I-I can", you protest weakly, "I can take him."

Tonowaris chest swells with pride at your words.

"Now would you look at that. She’s so eager to please, such a good girl", he praises and you can’t help but smile at his words. Slowly, he retreats his fingers from between your thighs and you whine at the loss, the sudden emptiness makes you shudder. But instead of just brushing his slick covered fingers off somewhere, Tonowari sticks them in his mouth, licking them clean. Your eyes widen and he groans at the sweet taste of you.

"Are you that desperate to get your holes filled, cupcake?" Jakes words make your eyes fly right back up to him. He‘s moved closer to stand between your spread legs. When you don’t respond right away, he uses his cock and gently slaps it against your clit a few times. "F-Fuck– i mean yes, yes sir", you rush out quickly and Jake approves with a low hum. He then proceeds to slide his dick through your folds, covers it in your slickness. When he feels it’s enough, he prods the tip at your entrance.

Before you can even inhale a breath, a thick-headed cock is trying to push its way inside your cunt.

Jake‘s stretching you oh so slowly and you whimper, cursing under your breath. It’s on the borderline of being painful, dancing on a knifes edge, but it’s also devastatingly perfect. With each passing second, you can feel yourself being forced open, further than you ever thought was possible.

But Jakes is impatient. His length is never-ending. Just when you thought he’s nearly all the way inside, you glance down and see he’s only halfway there.

Holy fuck. He’s huge.

"Shit–", Jake visibly shudders once he’s fully seated inside the warmth of your cunt, "How are you so god damn tight?" Something in his facial expression changes, another tad darker than it was previously. Snapping his hips forward, you moan out loud. Each pounding thrust he gives you knocks the very air from your lungs and you can feel yourself tightening even more. He fucks into you merciless, groaning whenever the tip of his cock kisses your cervix. The size difference between you and them is incredible, so it’s no surprise you can literally see him move inside you. The little bulge on your lower abdomen moves with every thrust of his hips and neither of you seem to be able to take your eyes off of it.

While Jake seemingly aims to fuck the very soul out of you, Tonowari sneaks one of his hands back to your front, feeling for your clit. Once found, he starts to rub small circles over the little bundle of nerves and you gasp.

“She’s so cute, isn’t she?” Jake grins as you squirm under Tonowaris touch.

“I wish I could see her face", the olo’eyktan chuckles and his hot breath ghosts over your ear, "She must be making some interesting expressions.” Jakes hips are slapping against yours and the sounds they form is music to their ears.

“Oh yeah,” Jake replies with a groan, "Looks like she’s about to come again." And he’s right. You can feel the familiar, addicting, tension building up in your core. Tonowari then pinches your clit, rolls it between his thumb and index finger and you whine and brabble nonsense to them as you feel that tension build and build and then it snaps. Your toes curl and you squeeze around Jakes cock– so much, that he has trouble pulling out and slamming himself back in.

"Fucking hell", Jake moans as you gush around his cock, your slick spurts forth and coats his lower abdomen and the sounds of his hips meeting yours are obscene, slopping wet. "Looks like we’ve got ourselves a squirter!" But he doesn’t stop there, if anything, his pace even starts to increase. Tears begin to prick at your eyes as he fucks into you hard and fast, with this big, shit eating grin on his face. "C‘mon, princess, give me another", he chuckles. "Can’t, I can’t! Please, Jak– sir! Oh my g– It’s too much", you cry out but Jake won’t slow down. With Tonowari still circling your clit, it doesn’t take long for you to feel that familiar knot tighten, almost painfully so. "You can", he says lowly, "I know you can, baby, I wouldn’t ask you to if you couldn’t."

And you know he’s right. Because in that exact moment, you come. You come harder than ever before, with a silent scream and nails digging into Tonowaris arms. Its not until your pleading for them to stop, completely overstimulated, with your legs twitching and tears rolling down your cheeks, that Jakes rhythm finally starts to falter. He plunges into you, one, two, three more times and then comes with a groan of your name, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. He fills you with his cum, all the way to the hilt, until you can feel it leak out and dribble down onto to floor.

By the time Tonowari retreats his hand from between your thighs, it’s soaking wet, glistening from your juices and he doesn’t even hesitate to push his digits past your lips. You taste yourself on his fingers, let your tongue swirl around them as he watches you, mesmerized. "You did so well for him, such a good little human", he praises and then turns his attention to Jake, "Hold her. I want so see her face."

It takes the mighty Toruk Makto a few seconds before his senses are back and he’s fully capable of thinking straighten again, but he’s quick to comply. You whine when he pulls out and more of his release seeps out. Tonowari then maneuvers your limp body, turns you so Jake can hold you up in the air, with your legs spread wide over his strong arms. For a moment you don’t know what to do with you hands but you quickly settle to hold tight onto Jake. "Easy, girl", he coos, his chin coming to rest onto your shoulder so he can see better, "I won’t drop you." You believe him without a doubt. Those guys are easily ten feet tall, all muscles and strength- there was no way you would slip out of their hold.

When Tonowari rises to his full height before you, you can’t help but whimper as your cunt instinctively clenches around nothing. One of his hands comes to settle on your thighs, holds your leg firm below your knee as he lines up his cock with your entrance. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to brace yourself for the stretch that’s about to come but then his other hand finds your chin. He tilts your head up and tsks, "Look at me. I said I want to see your face, little human." You do as your told, looking up at him through your thick lashes and then he starts pushing the tip in. It’s enough to make you moan, your mouth falls open and he stretches you further. It’s a good thing that Jakes cum, combined with your own slickness makes things a little easier. You’re still tight, but not as much as before. Your soft, wet walls greet him hungrily, swallows him up like you didn’t just came.

Without warning, he snaps his hips and pushes his cock all the way inside you.

"Oh my fucking god–", you whine once Tonowari has fully bottomed out. Your body is barely ready for the size of him, the inhuman stretch making your eyes roll all the way into your head.

He barely gives you any time to adjust, pulling almost all the way out before roughly pounding back in.

"Look at her", Tonowari praises with a low grunt, "So tiny but she’s taking me so well, all the way up to her cute belly." With a hand on your stomach, he feels himself inside you -in and out, in and out.

God it feels so good. You feel so full. You love the burn of it, the feel of something large forcing itself into your body. It was one thing to like big cock, to fantasize, it was another to be roughly impaled on one in reality.

And fuck did you love the reality.

Better adjusted now, your body welcomes him with every snap of his hips. Tonowari sets up a brutal rhythm, pistoning in and out of your body roughly, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot at just the right angle. "I-I‘m close", you’re moaning shamelessly now, not a care about whoever might hear you, "Gonna come, gonna come again, Tonowari– fuck!"

You clench your inner walls around him as you do, almost choking on your words. Vaguely, you feel yourself leak more and more of your slickness, until it drips onto the floor with a splash. "That so hot, fuck– Cupcake, I didn’t know you had that in you", Jake groans at the sight, adjusting his grip on your legs to spread them even wider.

You flex your inner walls, squeezing Tonowaris cock even more until you feel him tremble with the change, moaning and his gaze entirely fixed on where you are joined. He stutters, his movements jerky and you know he’s about to come. You try your best to keep your eyes open, not daring to miss the look on his face when he does. His mouth is slightly agape, eyes half lidded as they land on yours and with one last thrust he stills inside you. His cum is hot and sticky and you can feel it fill you up, with his tip pressed tight against your cervix.

Tonowari chuckles softly as he pulls his hips back, slowly, letting you feel every inch until only the swollen tip rests inside you. He brushes a stray strand of hair clinging to your sweat slicked skin out of your face and kisses your lips as a distraction, before he pulls out entirely. You whine and your legs quiver in Jakes hold. "Good girl, just breathe", Jake whispers, "Gonna let you down now, okay? Can you stand?" Weakly, you give him a nod and then he gently places your feet on the ground.

You have to steady yourself, with a one hand on each of their stretched out arms. Your legs feel like jelly, cunt leaking all of your combined juices and you already feel the pleasant ache spreading between your legs. You’re so busy trying to collect yourself again, that you completely miss the way the two olo’eyktan’s look at each other at the sight of you.

With a smug grin on his face, Jake bows down to your height and whispers into your ear, "Get on your hands and knees, sweetheart. C‘mon don’t let me tell you twice." Your eyes widen at his words but you can’t help the smile forming in you lips. After all, that’s exactly what you’ve asked for.

"Y-yes sir."

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Prove To You

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Human!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Neteyam, Yandere!Neteyam, ***NON-CON***, Dub-con, Predator/Prey Kink, Chasing, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Oral (female receiving), Edging/Orgasm Delay, P in V, Knotting, Size Difference, Fingering, Slight Degradation (use of 'whore'), Belly Bulge, Lapdance (kinda), Creampie, Alien Genitalia, Squirting, A Few Ass Slaps, Mentions of drinking and being tipsy/drunk, Brief Violence/Violent Thoughts (not towards reader), Brief mention of pregnancy, Threat of cutting off another's kuru/neural queue, Thoughts of killing/murder, One (1) non-sexual face slap (reader slaps Neteyam)

Word Count: 9.7K 💀

A/N: Hiiiii it's been a while 🤷🏻‍♀️

Summary: It was only ever supposed to be a hookup, something fun to pass the time. But to Neteyam, it was so much more than that. He's in love with you, obsessed with you - his perfect little mate. But he doesn't know why you keep running away.

**PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ**

Translations:

Yawne - Beloved

Tìyawn - Love

Tweng - Loincloth

Tawtute - Human

Kuru - Neural Queue

Tsaheylu - Bond, Neural Connection

Swoasey - kava bowl (constructed from seed pods, used for drinking intoxicating beverages)

Kaltxì - Hello

Pxir - Beer

Tsahìk - Spiritual Leader / Healer

Skxawng - Moron / Idiot

Iknimaya - Rite of Passage

Oel Ngati Kameie - I See You

Tanhì - Star

Muntxate - Wife, Female Spouse

Mawey - Calm

He’d only wanted to kiss you. To feel your soft lips pressed against his again. 

It had been so long since he’d gotten to feel them. The mask you have to wear is always a frustrating obstacle. He begs from time to time for you to pull it off, just for a moment, so he can press his warm lips to yours, taste your tongue on his just for a few blissful seconds before the lack of air catches up with you and you have to replace it.

You always say no, always push his hand away from where he has it cupped lovingly around the side of your head, but it never stops him from asking. 

You’re not wearing a mask now though. Instead, a long tube spans one side of your face, curling around your ear and stretching across your cheek before the very end of it forks off into your nostrils. At first glance he panicked, terrified of the thought of you out in the dangerous Pandora environment as a human without your only source of oxygen. It’s silly. He knows that you could have never made it to the village from the lab without some way of breathing. But he can’t help how he reacts, needing to be sure, needing to know that you’re okay. 

He’s at your side in an instant, kneeling in front of your tiny frame, large hands engulfing your head as his eyes searched your face in concern. You smack his hand away, answering his concerned questions of “Ma yawne, what is going on? Are you okay?” with a short “Fine. It’s the new tech the lab guys made,”

He calms, anxiety slipping from his body now that he knows you’re still safe. His eyes flicker over your face, a small smile pulling at his lips as he takes in all your beautiful features in front of him. You’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, he’s always thought that, ever since the very first moment he met you all those years ago. But now here, without the thick layer of glass covering your face, it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again. 

“You’re so pretty, tìyawn,” He whispers, fingers unconsciously reaching out again to brush against your cheek. It’s finally accessible, bare and soft under his fingertips before the dull sting of another slap knocks his hand away. 

You don’t like public displays of affection. 

Or, at least, now you don’t. 

You used to not mind it. Back before that night in front of the fire, you would touch him all the time - sweet and gentle touches when you were talking, so tactile in your interactions with him. A quick squeeze to his knee whenever he was able to make you laugh, friendly half hugs as greetings that would make his heart pound in his chest every single time, your intoxicating scent filling his lungs and suffocating him in the best way. 

He’d keep his nose buried in your neck, breathing you in until you were all he could smell or think about for the rest of eternity if he could. 

He used to carry you places when you would tag along on fun adventures with him and his siblings. Excitement coursed through him every time you agreed to join them, tail swishing eagerly behind him because he knew that eventually you would get tired from walking and allow him to carry you on his back. You like to talk, prattling on about whatever was going on at the lab or a fun new piece of tech that Norm and the others were working on. Sometimes you’d talk about the current drama - someone said you talked too much, were too abrasive, but that you thought that they personally needed to grow a backbone. He’d listen to whatever you had to say - soaking up your voice like the most melodic song and committing every detail you provide him to memory. 

But your voice has a physical response on him. But the horrified looks his siblings would send him when they would see the tent in his tewng from where his hard cock had slipped out of its sheath was always well worth the embarrassment. The feeling of your soft skin on his - arms wrapping around his neck for balance, his hands completely engulfing your warm thighs from where they wrapped tightly around his torso as far as they could. He’s spent many nights imagining them wrapped around his waist from the front instead.

You didn’t mind public displays of affection when you drank an entire swoasey of pxir and danced in front of him by the fire. The celebration had wound down, the clan members satisfied in celebrating the induction of The People who had passed their Iknimaya just a few hours ago. Only a few younger adults who seemed to have the same idea as you remained now, each couple splintering off to different parts of the campground to get their much needed privacy. Even Lo’ak has moved away, enamored by the pretty girl sitting on his lap, uncaring about the way his hands slide down to cup her ass and pull her closer. 

The fading glow of yellows and oranges look amazing against your skin, the steady crackle of the fire like a song all on its own as your hips move to the music only your own head and nature provides. Neteyam’s eyes are wide, excitement coursing through his veins as he watches your hips sway. You sway too, your body a bit unsteady from the drink still in your hand, but mostly it's your hips - the sensual swish back and forth, beads from your tewng (a gift from Kiri he suspects) clank together against each other and your thighs. Your pretty thighs, so soft he wants to wrap his entire hand around them, spread them open for him and see you like he’s always dreamed of. You’d be so wet, so sticky and drenched for him that he’d be able to just slide right in. You were made for him. Made to take him. He’d fit between your thighs so perfectly despite your size difference, he knows he would. 

His breath catches in his throat when you dance closer, small body seductive in the way it calls to him with your movements. You toss the swoasey to the side, the little liquid that was left pouring out and soaking into the ground beside you. Your hands find their way to his bent knees, heat filled eyes never leaving his as you push his legs apart so you can stand between them, searing him with their intensity even from behind the glass of your mask.

Your hands slide up his legs, tiny fingers creeping up the insides of his thighs and he can’t help the audible gulp that escapes him when he feels his cock nudge against his already wet slit, threatening to poke out at any moment. 

Great Mother, you’re so gorgeous. The most beautiful woman Eywa has ever created. You must have been created by her - no other god or goddess or being could ever have made anything more perfect and irresistible than Eywa herself. 

Surely, the Great Mother has made you for him. Just for him. 

“Why so nervous, Teyam?” You giggle, leaning up as far as you can towards his face while still keeping your teasing hands on his thighs, dangerously close to the now bulging fabric. “Tawtute got your tongue?”

“I–um–” He chokes out. He can’t breath, can’t breath with you so fucking close to him. He wants you so badly, wants to touch you so badly he feels like he might die if he doesn’t.

And then you're turning in the cage of his open thighs, back pressing against his front as you grab his shaking hand. There’s a satisfied smirk on your face as you drag his arm around you, the large appendage spanning your entire chest as he sprawls his fingers out across your front. His fingertips automatically curl around the curve of your breast while his palm caresses the other through your beaded top, his body subconsciously reacting to your own guidance. 

His heart is pounding so hard he thinks it might explode in his chest, breathing labored as his hard cock digs into your back.

“You can touch me,” You whisper, but his ears flick at your words and catch them loud and clear. “Want you to play with me.”

“Ha-fuck,” He groans, mouth falling open in silent awe as your top shifts underneath his hand and his finger grazes your hard nipple. Without thinking his hand squeezes your chest, gently but firm enough for you to gasp as he greedily gropes both breasts at once. 

He can smell you now, the mind dizzying scent of your arousal filling the air around you both as you gasp and giggle excitedly at his sudden action, both of your tiny hands reaching up to grip at his big one as you press him tighter against you. 

“Come on, Teyam,” You moan, moan, and he’s not even touching you yet. You turn your head to look at him, craning your neck as you stare up at him with wide, lust filled eyes. “Have some fun with me.”

That night he spent with you under the hypnotic glow of the fire will be forever burned into his mind. Every detail, every moan, every sigh, every praise and whine and plea spilling from your lips as he made love to you for the very first time is kept under the sacred lock and key of his heart - a memory he saved with Eywa back at the Spirit Tree the morning after so that he would never have the possibility of forgetting. 

The memory of your gasp as he pushed you down, beads flying across the mossy ground as he tore your clothes off like an animal and how the roughness of it all made your arousal even stronger. His eyes greedy as they took in their fill of your beautiful body splayed out in front of him like a prize before he covered you with his own. Your fingers teased along his bullet wound scar, tracing the raised line with careful fingers, and he thinks that maybe your loving touch will be enough to fully heal it. 

The place between your thighs feels like home, your tiny pussy swallowing him up and holding him close like the most perfect combination of love and safety. Your voice ringing in his ears, sweet and sensual as you whimper and moan telling him faster, Teyam, fuck me harder, oh god, and he whines in return, cock throbbing and embarrassingly close to bursting so fast already, and sending up thanks and prayers to the Great Mother for granting him this amazing moment with you.

It’s the blending of two hearts, two souls made for each other and coming together as one in a bond so powerful that no one can ever break it. It doesn’t matter that you don’t have a kuru, Neteyam can feel you in himself anyway - can feel you wrapping your tiny fingers around his brain and heart and very being, solidifying your bond together without the need for tsaheylu. 

And when you pull your mask off, holding your breath as the hiss of air escapes from the broken seal around your face - he can’t breathe either. The feel of your lips on his, soft and demanding as you kiss him passionately as he fucks you on the forest floor, makes him see stars.

He’s not sure where the change of behavior came from. One day you were affectionate, touchy and giving with your love, surrounding him with your scent and embrace, pussy wrapped around his cock in a hug so tight he thought you might never let go. He wouldn’t mind that, being buried in your heat forever, warm and loved until the day he dies. But the next morning the walls came up, the attitude started, and when he had gone to greet you with a blinding smile and an adoring ‘kaltxì, yawne,’ on his lips as he bent to kiss your cheek, you pulled back and pressed a firm hand against his belly to push him away. 

He thought that your coldness was nerves, just a reaction a human might have to the new soul bond you’ve experienced. Humans don’t mate for life like the Na’vi do, but you’re special, you’re his, and Eywa has blessed your union and made it so even though it should not be possible. Maybe you just don’t know how to handle it. It’s okay, he can be the patient and supportive mate you need.

But the coldness and hostility doesn’t stop, the days go by and the passage of time doesn’t make you calm down. You don’t throw your arms around him like he wants you to, don’t say those three words he longs to hear fall from your lips said with all the love and trust that you have in your little tawtute body. 

Instead, there’s almost anger, a sudden indifference that he can’t seem to place. Had he done something wrong? He doesn’t think so. So, he tries to do the best he can, be the best mate he can be for you during your obvious time of struggle. He’s always there for you, will always be there for you, providing support and bringing you fresh meat, dicing up your favorite fruits and making you pretty jewelry that he knows will look so beautiful on you if you ever just wear it. 

You don’t. You toss the jewelry to the side like it's nothing, you let the food rot exactly where he’s left it.  

You’re not a Na’vi, you don’t understand the implication of your crassness towards his gifts. You don’t see how your refusals break his heart. It’s okay - you’ll learn. Humans are . . . unusual creatures. It will just take a bit more time for you to warm up to the ways of The People.

But his optimism stings with each slight, each indifference you show towards him. Great Mother, you’re so mean to him. Always trying to run from him when he grabs at you, ripping your hand away from his whenever he tries to hold it. You’ve been hiding from him, your trips into the village getting less and less frequent and you don’t let him in when he tries to come to the lab to visit you. 

“You don’t even like being here,” You say when he tries. And you’re right. The stuffiness of the lab makes him tense, and it feels like he can sometimes feel the energy from the machines pressing up against his body. But when he’s with you he doesn’t care. You’re the only thing that matters to him, and when he’s with you, it’s like everything else just falls away. 

The sting from your smack is still on his hand, but he shakes it off as he reaches out to caress your arm instead. “Ma yawne, are you hungry? You should come to my hut. I’ll cook you a fi–”

“No,” You interrupt, shrugging him off of your arm. “I’m not hungry.”

“Oh,” He breathes, disappointment burrowing in his chest but he tries not to let it show even as his fingers reach out to graze against your wrist. “Well then maybe we can go on a walk? There’s a lake not too far from here that I’ve been wanting to show you. It’s beautiful.” Beautiful like you. “I know you’ll love it.”

“No, Neteyam,” You say again, pulling your wrist from his wandering fingers and crossing your arms across your chest. “I’m busy.”

“What are you doing? Maybe I could–”

“No,”

The clipped word rings in his ears. No, no, no, always no. He’s your mate, you shouldn’t have to tell him no. Where you go, he goes. Where he goes, you go. Together. Simple as that. And yet it’s still always no, no, no. You’re turning away from him without another word, walking away with strides he thinks are way too quick for a human, and he can’t help but wonder where you’re heading to in such a rush. 

“Okay,” He calls out, desperate for the conversation not to be over but knowing it will just upset you if he follows you. “I’ll come see you later, tìyawn. I swear it!”

You don’t even look back.

He hasn’t seen you in nearly a week and his patience is running thin. 

Your absence is killing him. 

Where are you? Why won’t you see him? He knows you have to be suffering too without him. Mated pairs aren’t meant to be without each other for so long and he feels like he’s been apart from you for an eternity. 

You stopped coming to the village. He’s been looking, desperately hoping that he’ll see you among the multitude of faces he sees every day. He wants to hear your voice so badly, wants to pull you into his arms and hold you there, safe and loved, while the warmth of your skin soaks into his. 

He wants to push you down again, cover you with his body as he presses you into his sleeping mat - your sleeping mat. Both of yours, together, the way it should be as he plows into your swollen cunt. His hut should be covered in your scent by now, not an inch of it left without your mark on it. 

It’s not, and his understanding for your trouble adjusting to the bond is quickly dissipating. 

He’s tried to come see you at the lab multiple times. A lot. Every day. The lab guys turn him away.

She’s busy. She’s sleeping. She’s too tired. She’s not feeling too well. 

If you're not feeling well, he should be in there to heal you. Give you comfort when you're at your weakest and motivation to get better. So he can keep an eye on you and make sure you’re safe. If you’re tired, let him in so he can wrap his arms around you. His chest is sure to be a better pillow for you than any other one you would be laying on. He would be warm, chest moving with just the perfect amount of rise and fall to lull you into a restful sleep. Your beauty sleep - not that you need it. And if you’re busy . . . what’s the harm in him just being around you? He won’t bother you, but any time just existing in the same space as you is like a dream come true. 

He tries to be nice, tries to be a good person - these are his father’s friends, allies of the Omatikaya - and he’s never been one to act impulsively. But they are keeping you from him. You are his. His mate. 

By the looks on their faces, they know how lucky they are that they got away with only some vicious snarls and a pushed over lab desk. Keeping away someone’s mate should be punishable by death.

At least, that’s how Neteyam feels right about now.

He doesn’t like being angry, hates the disgusting feeling that he feels clawing relentlessly at his chest. But he’s frustrated and heartbroken at your self inflicted absence and the warriors he’s training are his unfortunate victims. He pushes them hard, way harder than he probably should. Two of them have already had to go see the Tsahìk for their injuries and most of them look just about ready to drop from exertion. The anger he lets out on them doesn’t seem to quell any of the feelings still boiling inside him.

But then he sees you and it’s like time stops. The anger and frustration flee his body in a rush of relief. You’re here. 

You’re hiding behind a tree just along the edge of the clearing. Why are you hiding? Maybe you’re trying to surprise him, stay out of sight until he’s done training so as to not distract him with your beauty. You would have. You’ve told him plenty of times that he has a staring problem. But he can’t help it. You’re just so breathtaking that he can’t help but want to stare at you all the time. You’re what he imagines Eywa incarnate to look like - a beauty so alluring and otherworldly that he just can’t bear to tear his eyes away. 

The training session is just about done. He releases a majority of the warriors for the day and there’s only a few stragglers that need a few minutes of one-on-one training before he can send them on their way too. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying to them, letting muscle memory and repetition help him drag these last few minutes along as quickly as possible before he’s able to run over to you. He’s already decided that he’s going to take you out tonight. A date night, just like his father and mother have. It’s a time where you both can get away from the hustle and bustle of village and lab life and just be with each other. You clearly need it and he’s so desperate to spend time with you that he’s just about ready to kidnap you from your duties just so he can get a moment of peace just to stare at your gorgeous, unmasked face more. 

Maybe do some other stuff too. Hopefully. 

His heart hasn’t been the only needy thing of his without you. 

The last warrior he’s with is really pushing his luck. How hard is it to switch a knife from a bladed upward position to a downward facing position with just one hand? It’s a simple wrist movement to perfect a move that might save your life one day and this skxawng keeps. dropping. the. knife. Neteyam’s seemingly endless patience is gone. He dismisses the warrior, words much too harsh to be considered professional but he doesn’t care. His mate is waiting for him and he doesn’t want to waste any more time. 

He turns back to head to where you are, a giddy smile pulling at his lips, mood immediately flipping at the thought of finally seeing you, talking to you, holding you. 

Except when he does it’s like he’s being doused with freezing water. 

Another one of his warrior trainees, Oäpon, is standing in front of you and Neteyam can see how he’s purposefully bulging his muscles a little more to make them seem bigger - an action male Na’vi do when trying to attract a mate. Neteyam wants to rip those muscles out of his worthless body. He should be disgusted with himself with how fast his hand twitches towards the knife on his hip, ready to give no thoughts and just act on his emotions. He’s not impulsive, he’s not. But for once in his life he feels like he might actually kill one of his own clan members. 

Would the Great Mother desert him if he did?

But you catch his attention again, the movement of your small step closer to the other man dragging his furious gaze back to you. Your gorgeous eyes aren’t on Neteyam like they should be, but instead on Oäpon in return. You’re smiling at him, grinning so wide that surely it's fake because you’ve never smiled at him like that before. Oäpon lifts his hand and there’s a deep purple flower between his fingers. The flower finds its way behind your ear and all Neteyam sees is red. 

He’s across the clearing in a second, roaring snarls ripping from his chest as he tears the flower from behind your ear. He can hear Oäpon start to talk, to question what the fuck he’s doing, but the other man’s words are cut off with a pained gasp as he’s kicked to the ground and then he’s shock silent, fear written all over his face as he stares in horror at his kuru and the knife held in Neteyam’s inescapable grip. 

“Don’t! Please, don’t,” Oäpon begs, voice shaking as he struggles to force the words out. “Great Mother, help! Please, don’t!”

“Neteyam, stop!” You yell, tiny fists beating at Netayam’s back, but he barely even feels them. 

“She is mine!” Neteyam growls. “Mine. My mate. You do not touch her!”

“I didn’t know,” Oäpon whimpers. “I didn’t know. Please! I swear!”

He wants to do it, wants to slice through the braid so badly. He doesn’t deserve to have it. Kurus are sacred, the ability to connect to Eywa and her creatures is sacred. Attempting to defile the bond between a mated pair is nearly unheard of. Your screams for him to stop are just making the desire worse. You’re protecting him?! Protecting the thing that was trying to . . . no. No, no, no. He deserves to have it cut off, deserves to die.

Oäpon should kiss his feet in thanks for the mercy Neteyam shows by releasing him. 

“I don’t ever want to see you near her again,” Neteyam shouts. Oäpon doesn’t respond, too busy scrambling away and darting across the clearing, but Neteyam knows he’s heard him. 

“You’re a monster!” You scream, another fist coming down to hit at his back. “How could you do that to him?”

Your hits don’t stop and even through his rage he’s trying to be gentle with you. He catches your flying fists in one of his hands, holding them tight as he crouches in front of you trying to get on your level.

“Ma yawne, did he hurt you?” 

Your eyes are wide as you stare at him in disbelief. “Did he hurt me? Are you kidding me?"

Neteyam’s brows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“You fucking–” You screech, Neteyam’s ears pinning against his skull from the high pitched, angry sound. “You–you–I–ARGH!”

You're so frustrated, so upset you can’t even speak properly. Maybe you are hurt - Neteyam’s eyes scan your body for injury, eyes lingering on the area around your ear where the flower had been. The flower now lays forgotten at your feet, crushed and ruined from his angry grip, and Neteyam can’t find any source of injury that might be causing your upset.

“You don’t have to worry,” Neteyam says, cupping your cheek with his free hand. “He won’t bother you anymore, I swear it.”

You jerk away from his touch. “What is wrong with you?”

“I don’t understand what you mean. Nothing is wrong?”

“No,” You shake your head, wrists still trying to twist out of his grip. “No, there’s something wrong with you. Something is seriously wrong with you,”

“You are upset, tìyawn. Tell me what I can–”

“Don’t call me that!” You scream, nose scrunching with the effort. “Stop calling me that!”

“Oh,” Neteyam’s swishing tail droops in disappointment. “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t know you didn’t like the name. I only meant to use it to show my love for you as my mate but I can–”

“We aren’t mates, Neteyam!” The words stab like a knife through his heart and his hand loosens around your wrists in shock enough for you to pull them out of his grasp. “We fucked once. A hookup, Neteyam. Sex, that’s it.”

“No,” He whispers. 

Why are you saying this? How could you say this? He was there! He remembers that night more clearly than any other day of his life. You love him. He feels it, feels it with every fiber of his being. You let him into your body, wrapped him tight inside you like a promise that you would never let him go - like he would never have to be alone ever again. You caressed his bullet scar, and he remembers the feel of your gentle fingers silently mourning for it and for all he’s had to suffer. He remembers thinking that being there with you in that moment was worth every other hardship he has to endure. He can take on anything with you at his side. 

“No,” He says again, disbelief coloring his tone. “How can you say that? We are mates! You’re mine!”

“No, we aren’t,”

“We are! I love you, y/n! Oel ngati kam–”

“We are not mated, Neteyam! We fucked. Mindless, hot, means-to-an-end-to-get-off sex. That’s it! Get that through your thick skull,”

He’s watching you as if in slow motion. You turn, stomping away from him as you start to head back into the forest and his brain feels like it’s going a million miles an hour. You’re mates. You are. You have to be - there’s no other way to explain the way he feels about you. The love and utter devotion he has for you. The need to be near you always - looking in your eyes, touching your skin, hearing your voice and the way you’ve always sounded so sweet saying his name. Eywa has blessed your union and he doesn't understand why you don’t feel the same way. Can’t you feel the same inescapable pull that he does? How your soul is tied to his in a way that surpasses even that of tsaheylu?

He reaches out to grab you before you get too far, fingers wrapping around your upper arm. Your own arm flies out around you and the sharp sound echoes through the forest and his sensitive ears before the pain registers on his cheek. 

He’s never seen your eyes so wide before, crazed and panicked as you stare back into his equally shocked amber ones. Your hand is shaking, still raised in the follow through of the slap. The force of your smack is still heating up his cheek, and if he can feel it as much as he is now, he’s sure your hand is probably tingling. 

Any other time he would check you for injuries. You’re so much more fragile than him - you could really hurt yourself if you’re not careful. But you just hit him. Your mate. The man that loves you more than anything. He’s frozen, body cold and not knowing how to react. 

Don’t call me that.

Anger floods through him again. This was Oäpon’s fault. He tricked you, seduced you somehow - out from right under Neteyam’s nose. He should have killed him. 

We are not mated.

You rip your arm out of his grip, wide eyes locked on him as he straightens his body, unfurling out of his crouched position as he rises to his full height. The shadow his body creates over you sends something primal through him. The darkened image of him completely overtaking your tiny figure makes him hungry. Possessive. 

Just sex, Neteyam. That’s it.

He won’t let that worthless skxawng corrupt you anymore. You’re the love of his life, his tanhì. You’re just confused. You’re not thinking clearly. 

You don’t mean it. 

He feels like if he concentrates hard enough, he can hear the sound of your heart racing. Or maybe it's his own, the frantic thump thump thump thump thump of his heart pumping rushing blood into his ears and making him feel like there’s static in his brain. 

When you turn to run, he’s not even shocked. His pupils dilate until there’s barely any color left, predatory gaze marked onto your back as you sprint into the dense Pandoran forest. Everything is so clear to him now. You’re testing him, wanting to see how loyal he is and how far he’ll go to keep you. You’re a beautiful woman, of course you’d have options. But you chose him for a reason, and now you want him to chase you - to prove himself a strong and worthy mate.

You want to play hard to get? Fine. He’ll play. 

He’s a natural hunter, an apex predator - and you, tiny human, have just become his prey. 

It might be fun to hunt you again - sometime in the future when this is all behind you. He’d be sure to make it as fair for you as possible: give you a head start, maybe allow you to rub some mud on your skin to hide your scent just to drag out the game a little longer, give you ample time and resources to find a good hiding spot where you can sit and try to listen with your not that great human hearing for any sign that he’s creeping up on your position. He’d wrap his arms around your waist when he inevitably finds you, smug grin tugging at his lips when your giggled shrieks pierce his eardrums as he pulls you from your oh so clever hiding spot. And then, he’d claim his prize, tearing your clothes from your body right there wherever he found you and fucking you until your giggly shrieking turns into blissful moaning. 

This isn’t fun. It’s not a game. And your headstart is dwindling rapidly. You’re racing through the forest, running as fast as your feet will carry you. He can hear your heavy breaths, the sound of the ground crunching under your clumsy feet. He can smell you, the scent you’re leaving behind in your rush is a direct trail back to you for him to follow. 

He doesn’t need it. He never lost sight of you. 

One of his strides equal close to four of yours, and he covers ground quickly as he closes in on you. He catches you only a little further into the forest than where the chase started and you scream as he tackles you to the ground, the force of his momentum completely knocking you both off your feet. He doesn’t let you touch the ground on the fall, twisting his body enough to take the brunt of the impact. The action still leaves you breathless, dazed for a moment before seeming to come back to yourself and struggling to get off from on top of him.

His hold around your waist is secure and he uses the anchor he has around your waist to throw you on to the ground beside him before climbing on top of you and pinning both of your hands above your head with one of his. 

“Get off me!” You scream, body struggling underneath him, hands pulling in his unrelenting grip as you try to get free, but you can barely move under his weight. “Get off me, Neteyam! Get off, get off, get o–”

His free hand latches around your throat, your words dying on your tongue as his fingers dig into the sides of your neck. 

“Quiet!” He hisses, baring his fangs. “Be quiet!”

The aggressive display makes a small whimper rip from your throat and he can feel the vibrations tickle under his palm. You’re not quiet though, you never stay quiet - ever the talker that you are. You’d talk his ear off if you could. The only time you’ve ever stayed quiet is when you avoided him, and he refuses to let that happen again. 

“Neteyam, please,” You whisper, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You’re scaring me. Let’s just relax and talk about thi–”

“Shut up! Just shut up!” He growls. “You’ve said enough already, don’t you think?”

He releases your hands, grip on your throat loosening and moving down slightly until it's just a singular hand pressed against your chest to keep you pinned. Your hands immediately latch onto the large hand, one of your own clutching the back while the other curls around one of his long fingers. He feels how you pull at it, trying to get it off of you - and he knows how much harder you could be trying right now if you wanted to. 

He lowers his face to yours, inches away so that his breath fans across your skin as he speaks. “You like to talk, but you don’t like words. You’ve made that clear. My words mean nothing to you.” He can feel how your quick breathing puffs against his face too, the warm air caressing his cheeks. “You need actions - a visual representation of my devotion to you. I see that now.”

In a flash, his hands are balling into her t-shirt, pulling roughly in either direction and the thin material gives easily under the pressure. You gasp as he rips your shirt down the middle, the torn fabric falling on either side of your body as he does the same with your bra with a quick snap of his wrist. 

“What are you doing?!” You shout, but you can’t fool him now. He’s grown tired of your games and your body can’t lie to him. 

“Don’t worry, yawne. I’ll give you what you need,”

The sound of ripping material echoes through the otherwise peaceful forest. Your shorts require just a bit more force to tear, but it’s barely a percentage of his full strength so the fabric comes apart at the seams easily leaving the ruined bottoms still around your waist and thighs, but a large opening right at your center. A rumble of satisfaction builds in his chest when he smells you, the first scent of your arousal permeating the air around you. You gasp when he rips your panties too, leaving nothing left of the light blue material but the thin elastic around your limbs and hips. 

His mouth waters at the sight of your pretty pussy, bare and tempting and already getting so wet for him. 

“Fuck,” You whimper, arms splayed out beside you, fingers gripping into the moss covered ground. 

“You like it when I’m rough, huh?” Neteyam teases. “When I’m demanding and just take what I want from you?”

You shake your head, trying to deny it, but the way he can see your pussy’s responding clench is damning to your denial. 

“I remember now,” Neteyam’s hand slides down your thigh and caresses your calf, long fingers wrapping around your leg as he presses a nipping kiss to your ankle just above your sock. “You loved how I shoved you down on the ground that night. It made you gush in your pretty little tewng, didn’t it?”

“S-shut up,”

“Hm, my muntxate likes being handled roughly, doesn’t she?”

Your response is a shocked squeal when he snatches your hips, hauling you up off the forest floor, the quick snapping of moss ripping from the ground as you’re abruptly pulled upwards. Your entire world is turned upside down as Neteyam dangles you like prey in front of him. He throws your legs over his shoulders and wraps a secure arm around your stomach to hold your lower back to his chest. The other hand holds onto your thigh to make sure to keep you spread before him as if you had any chance to wiggle away. 

A choked sob rips from your throat as your hands reach for the ground, blood rushing to your head as your fingers stretch as far as they can trying to get leverage and hold yourself up. Your fingertips only just barely graze the soft green. 

Neteyam groans as he enjoys the sight right in front of his face. You’re spread open for him, pussy perfectly framed by the destroyed fabric - dripping and glistening in want against the dimming sunlight despite yourself. He can see how you subconsciously contract and clench it, hole practically begging him to fill it with his tongue. He wants to bury his face in it, suffocate on your smell and taste until it’s all he can think about. 

So he does. 

He digs his face between your legs, tongue lapping at your folds like a man starved. He is. He didn’t get to do this your first time. It was too fast, too desperate. He couldn’t control himself with you. Everything about you calls to him like a siren, luring him in with your beauty and light. You dragged him down on top of you that night. You were already open, you told him - had fucked yourself with that fake cock he had found hidden in your drawers during an impromptu hangout in your bedroom at the lab. You still felt suffocatingly tight when he pushed in, but he had been grateful that he didn’t have to wait.

He had waited so long for the chance to be inside you that he felt like if he had waited another second without you he would have exploded. 

Your back arches as he licks up your slit, moaning loudly as his textured tongue slides across your clit. 

“Oh my god,” You gasp out, hands forgoing reaching for the ground and finding purchase on his thighs instead. “Neteyam, f-fuck,”

He hums in response, his tongue targeting the sensitive bundle of nerves, sliding and flicking relentlessly against the small bud as your moans and gasps get louder and louder. Your sounds are driving him crazy, the taste of you on his tongue setting every one of his nerves on fire. His cock is already hard, already working its way past his wet slit and tenting in his tewng. You taste so good, so perfect for him. He wonders what it feels like for you, how good it must feel for you to be writhing in his grip now, so vocal for him in your pleasure that your voice is already starting to sound a bit raspy from use. He bets his tongue feels better than any other man you’ve ever tried, the texture of it foreign and unique and unlike anything else you’ve ever had before. 

It will be the same way for him too, he’s sure. He’s dreamed about it, fantasized and jerked off to the thought of your tongue, soft and silky, running up and down his cock. You’d torture him with it, be teasing and delicate in your licks, alternating between those featherlight, barely there teases against his lavender tip and firmer strokes down the base of his cock. 

Your nails are digging into the meat of his thighs as he wraps his lips around your clit, panting breaths telling him yes, right there, Teyam, fuck, fuck, yes as your hips try to hump against his face. You’re right there, right on the edge, ready to fall over it with just a little bit more.

But he stops, reveling in your frustrated groan as he pulls his mouth away from your soaked core. His intense golden eyes meet yours when your head forces its way up, raspy voice whining a desperate ‘why’ as you feel your orgasm slipping away from you. 

“Tell me you’re mine,” He demands. He needs to hear you say it. 

“Teyam…” 

He can’t bear to hear you deny him again. Can’t handle hearing you say the words that make him feel like his heart has been dunked in acid.

His lips latch onto your clit again, sucking harshly at the tiny bud and your words cut off with a gasp. He works you back up, your head falling back as he nips at your clit with his sharp teeth before licking down your slit to circle your entrance. You’re so tight, so so so tight around his tongue as he pushes it in. You clench around the wet muscle and then somehow clench even tighter when the hand gripping your thigh reaches over to rub firm circles on your clit.

“Teyam, oh god, Neteyam, please!” You beg, thighs squeezing his head as they try to force themselves closed. “I’m gonna cum. Please,”

You wail as he pulls his mouth away again, your hole clenching around nothing as your orgasm dissipates again. 

“Say it,” He feels your whole body shiver as his words breathe hot air on your sensitive cunt. “You’re mine. Say it, y/n,”

You sob, frustration evident in every sound and twitch your body makes. You’re trying to lift your head again, looking up at him from your spot dangling below him like a puppet, and he wonders if all the blood rushing to your head from being upside down for so long is getting to you. 

“Say it,” He repeats and then digs back in, the flat of his tongue roughly swiping over your clit before latching onto it again.

Your legs kick as he works you up again, overstimulated pussy throbbing as he plays you like an instrument he’s known for years. His cock is throbbing too, desperate to be released from the confines of his tewng and shown some attention. He wants so badly to push inside your soaking hole and feel how it’ll grip his cock within its slick walls. 

“Neteyam, please!” You cry, and he knows you’re so close, right there again as he hurdles you back towards that just out of reach edge. He doesn’t stop the suction of his mouth. You’ll say it, he knows you will. You’ll say it because if you don’t, you won’t get to cum. He’ll keep you here, upside down in his unrelenting hold until you pass out from exhaustion before he’s going to let you go without saying it. 

You’re a stubborn brat. He can see as he looks down your hanging body that you’re biting your lip. You want to say it - you’re just being stubborn. He sucks harder on the swollen bud, free hand smacking your hip and your asscheek just hard enough to make you cry and gush further on his tongue, the remaining remnants of your clothes doing very little to muffle the sting. 

“Okay!” You yell. “Okay, okay, Neteyam! I’ll say it! I’m yours! Please, please let me cum!”

The words make Neteyam’s chest tighten. Finally. Finally, you’ve admitted it, and the excitement from the admission urges him to lick you faster. He’s sloppy and greedy as he eats you out, overeager and face wet to the point of dripping as he devours you for all you have. You cum on his tongue with a choked scream, hands reaching up to grab desperately at his arm encircling your waist, nails digging into the cerulean flesh as your back arches and your thighs clench tightly around his head. 

He swallows everything you offer him, lapping up your juices like his favorite most treasured treat, before placing a protective hand on your back to steady you as he lowers you back down to safety.

“Mawey, yawne,” Neteyam coos, gently brushing away a few rogue pieces of moss stuck to your sweaty forehead. You’re still panting, exhaustion creeping over you as your eyes glaze over and threaten to close. The oxygen tube had unhooked from around your ear at some point during your experience upside down. Neteyam guides it back around your ear with careful fingers. “You’ve been such a good girl for me. Keep being a good girl while I fuck you, yes?”

Your eyes widen at the mention of fucking, shaking your head slightly even as the full bodied shivers of the orgasm’s aftershocks continue to wrack your body. “N-no, Teyam. C-can’t take i-it.”

Neteyam smiles, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss against your lips. The feel of your lips on his is almost enough to make him cum. He’s so worked up already, so high off the taste of your cunt on his tongue that all it takes is the loving press of your lips on his and he’s a second away from exploding in his tewng and ruining the fun. 

“Yes, you can,” He says against your lips, his sharp teeth digging into your plush bottom lip just to hear you whine. 

Last time he fucked you, he took you from the front. It was love making, a bonding of two souls coming together as one - a spiritual experience filled with panting breaths, eye contact, and the passionate coupling that comes with mating with the one your heart belongs to. 

You don’t deserve that right now, not with the way you’ve hurt him - made him work for the love that should have been given freely. The things you said can’t just be forgotten. You need him to prove his worthiness to you? Prove his loyalty? Then fine, he’ll do that by giving you exactly what you deserve.

You yelp when he flips you over on your stomach, large hands grabbing your hips and hauling them up so your ass is in the air and on display for him. The remaining fabric of your shorts still cover nearly half of your ass, but the little coverage does nothing to diminish the amazing view. You try to push yourself up with your arms, but Neteyam is quick to shove you back down with a hand on the back of your neck. 

“No, no, tìyawn,” He says, running a large hand over your exposed ass, his fingers teasing along the creamy slit of your pussy. “You said you’re mine, so let me see what’s mine.”

His teasing fingers find your hole and his teeth dig into his lower lip when he sees your thigh start trembling as he circles your entrance with the pad of his finger. You like it rough, he has to remind himself. You’re a human, so delicate compared to him that he naturally wants to be gentle with you. But that got him nowhere, it got him ignored. You respond to roughness, passion, him taking charge - so he doesn’t give you any warning before he’s plunging two long fingers inside you all the way to the knuckle.

You scream, slick walls squeezing around his fingers, your own hands once again ripping at the moss below you. The scream is agonized, oversensitive and pained from your earlier edging and orgasm. Your thighs are shaking, desperate sobs erupting from your throat. But the way you’re pushing back against him, rocking back against his invading fingers trying to get them deeper inside you tell him everything he needs to know. 

“Look at you,” He coos. His fingers start up a steady rhythm, thrusting inside you with purpose as he stretches you open. “Such a little whore for me, aren’t you?”

Your moans are muffled against the ground, cheek pressed firmly against the moss from his hand pinning you down by his neck. You ignore his question, too lost in trying to push back against his hand and make him fuck you faster - so he rips his fingers from your gripping cunt, drops of your wetness flying from the force of his retreat, and his large hand lands harshly on your backside. 

You howl at the smack, the sound of the slap against direct skin this time cracks through the forest like a gunshot. 

“I asked if you’re my whore,” Neteyam repeats. It’s not as romantic as ‘I’m yours’, but still just as important. 

“Yes, Teyam,” You whine. “I’m your whore.”

“Just for me, right? Only my whore,” Silence again, but your hips are still wiggling and searching for his fingers, so he rewards your silence with another sharp smack. “Say it, yawne,”

“Fuck!” You cry, ass feeling like it's on fire even as more of your slick drips down your thighs. “Yes, yes! Only for you, Teyam. Only for you,”

“Good girl,” Neteyam purrs, and you’re rewarded this time with his fingers sliding back inside your aching pussy. 

He stretches you out on those two fingers, alternating between scissoring them inside you and curling them to rub at that special spongy spot that makes you squeal and see stars. He contemplates adding a third, but decides that he wants to finish stretching you out on his cock instead. 

This time when you cum, it's less of a scream and more of a deep guttural groan that comes from deep inside you. It’s wetter than he expects it to be when you squeeze around his fingers, and the sight of your slick dripping from your mound onto the forest floor beneath you makes him feel absolutely feral. 

He lets go of the back of your neck and pulls his fingers from your abused cunt. The wet fingers work frantically at the knots on his tewng and he feels like he can’t get the fucking thing off fast enough. When the knots come undone and the tan material flutters to the ground, he breathes a sigh of relief, thick needy cock springing from its confines to slap against his belly. 

When he focuses back on you, your exhausted body is already trying to curl in a ball, eyes threatening to close as sleep calls to you. No, Neteyam thinks. He’s not done with you yet.

He flips you back on your stomach, pulling your hips back up high so they’re flush with his. You both groan as he rubs his hard cock between your folds, the tip nudging at your swollen clit. Fuck, you feel so good, pussy feeling like silk against his aching length. His eyes are locked onto where he’s lining his head with your entrance, watching in awe as he nudges himself forward, your greedy hole welcoming him in like you’ve been doing this forever. He can’t control his sounds, grunts and moans of pleasure echoing loudly through the trees as he sinks himself inside your slick walls. You’re so tight, even with the amount he’s stretched you out already you’re still so tight. But you stretch around him like you were made for him, made to take his cock into your depths - like your insides already know the exact shape of him and welcome him back into their warm embrace.

You whimper as he fills you up, back arching and hands clawing at the ground like you’re both trying to get away from him and closer to him at the same time. 

“I fucked you so good, didn’t I?” He gunts, pulling halfway out of your gripping pussy before slamming back in, relishing in the tortured moan it pulls from you. “That night by the fire. Made you cum so many times, over and over again until you were so cock drunk you couldn’t speak.”

He pulls out again, just a little further this time before thrusting back in. He does it again, and again, the rhythm hard and unforgiving and he pulls your hips closer to his. In the back of his mind he fears that he’s being too mean, too rough, but your gasping hiccups and blissed out sighs contain any worry. This is as much for him as it is for you anyway. He’s allowed to be selfish. 

“You’re always so talkative,” He pants. “Where’s that pretty voice now, huh? You were so talkative that night, just endless pleas of my name falling from your gorgeous lips. Like music to my ears. I wanna hear it again. Please, yawne?”

“Mmh, please,” You whine. “Please, Teyam,”

“Please what?”

“Faster,” You beg. “Fuck me faster,”

Who is he to deny such a sweet and pretty thing?

He leans forward, body curling over yours to cover you completely, one of his hands grabbing yours and linking your fingers together as he presses them both against the ground. His other hand is still on your hip, using it as leverage as he fucks your puffy pussy faster, the tip of his cock barreling against your cervix with each snap of his hips. 

He can feel the knot on the base of his cock swelling, the large ball of tissue nudging at your entrance with each thrust. The instinct driven part of him urges him to push harder against you, to force the knot against your tight hole to see if it will fit. 

He didn’t knot you that night, not wanting to risk hurting you or getting you pregnant so fast with such a new relationship. He came inside you with his fist wrapped tightly around his knot instead. Na’vi bonds are forever. Human bonds . . . now he’s not so sure. He’s not willing to risk it anymore. He’s going to bond with you in every way he knows how. 

When he feels his orgasm creep up his spine, he lets instinct take over. His grip on your hip tightens, thrusts halting as he presses the enlarged ball against your soaked entrance. 

You gasp, whimpering as his knot stretches you more. “Oh god, wait, wait,”

But it's too late. With another determined shove, the knot pops inside you and he has you trapped, locked on his cock until time decides to free you. 

“Neteyam, i-it’s too b-big,” You whine, shock evident in your voice. “Hmh, so full,”

Neteyam plants soothing kisses on the back of your head and neck, the hand on your hip smoothing around your belly to caress the large bulge of the outline of his cock in your stomach. “I know, tìyawn. I know. It’s so much, but you’re doing so well. Just a little more for me, okay?”

He can’t thrust now, can't even so much as pull out an inch now that he’s locked inside you. So, he makes you do the work. He keeps one hand on the bulge in your tummy, the other hand coming down to rub relentlessly at your throbbing clit. The stimulation makes you keen, pussy clenching and tightening around him and working his aching length with your wet walls. 

His fingers on your clit are your undoing. He barely hears any noise from you as your orgasm hits, but this time he’s able to see the side of your face as you come undone. Your eyes roll back into your head, mouth opening in a silent scream, but it's like all the breath has been stolen from your lungs. Your body tenses, muscles shaking through the overwhelming pleasure, and he feels as much as he hears how you gush and squirt all over his teasing digits and the ground below you. 

He moans at the sight, the feel of your pussy clenching around his length and the wetness from your orgasm on his fingers and cock makes him tip over the edge. His orgasm crashes through him, tearing him apart as he spills himself inside you. His cum paints your walls, and his knot makes sure to keep every single drop of it inside you. 

Neteyam collapses next to you, shaking as the aftershocks roll through him, and pulls your limp body safely against his. It will be at least an hour before the knot’s swelling goes down enough before he’s able to slip out. You let out a moan of pain as the knot pulls at your entrance as he adjusts you, but he sushes you.

“Relax, ma yawne. I’ll take care of you.” He coos. “Oel ngati kameie,”

You don’t say it back. You don’t even hear him, already dead to the world as your exhaustion finally catches up with you. 

It’s okay. He knows in his heart that one day soon, you’ll say it back.

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Hii I’m srry if your request are closed but can I request a Neteyam x female metkayina reader (it doesn’t have to be metkayina but it’s preferred) where Reader is in heat and neteyam is in rut at the same time?

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Neteyam x Metkayina fem!reader

Authors note: hi anon! you’re my first request, so i hope you enjoy this <3 i also do not think i did the heat/rut part justice, i can’t stay i know too much about it, but i hope you like it anyway!

Summary: as a heavy storm comes on, you find out your mate was in rut, naturally being eager to help him out.

Warnings: 18+!! minors, DNI!, everyone’s aged up ofc, smut, p in v, heat, rut, whining, hand job kinda?, choking, dirty talk, he totally gives y/n head in this

It was beginning to storm at the reefs, you knew dinner would be held indoors for most of the village today so you thought it’d be best to gather fruit for your family and the Sullys as a favour, before the thunder started. You were at it for about an hour or so before your basket got full, smiling proudly at your work as you walked back towards the beach and mauris.

“y/n!” You hear a high pitched voice call out your name, a pair of little legs running quickly towards you. Immediately you knew it was Tuk, grinning as you turn around to greet the girl. “Hi Tuk-Tuk!” you beamed at your boyfriends little sister, kneeling down to hug her with one arm as you held the basket against your hip with the other. “What are you doing out here, hm? is your brother watching you by chance?” You ask, looking around behind her. “Lo’ak is over there somewhere,” she waves her hand around carelessly “not Neteyam though. He’s sick today” your brows furrow in confusion. “Hm? I haven’t heard anything about that, where is he?” she gave you a concerned look “Mama said it’s a pretty serious sickness, and that we shouldn’t be around him. You probably should give him some space, y/n”

You stood back up, shaking your head a little as you looked down at the girl. “no, no, I need to go see him. He’s my mate, I’ll just drop off some fruit for him if he’s feeling sick.” you insisted, the worry for your boy beginning to grow. “Where is he, Tuk?” you ask gently, adjusting your grip on the basket. She sighs a little, before pointing towards the very far end of the village, to a pod that is usually left vacant. “Over there.”

when you finally come into the mauri your mate was in, you see a sight that makes your heart clench. Neteyam writhing against his mat, the pillows beneath his head pretty much flattened and the blanket bunched over his waist.

“‘Teyam? why didn’t you tell me you were feeling sick?” you say, closing the pod doors and kneeling beside him, placing the basket of fruit you collected to the corner of his bed. As you got closer, you noticed just how sweaty he looked, how his braids were looking disheveled and like they’d need to be redone later.

he looks up at you with wide eyes, his usual amber colour appearing more green “y/n? fuck, w-what are you doing here?” He inhaled sharply at the touch of your hand against his forehead, relishing in the cool feeling of your skin, digging his fingers into the matt to restrain from touching you. That’s when you realize.

He was in rut.

Your brows furrow in concern, brushing his braids back and any loose hairs on his face, stroking his sweaty cheek with the back of your hand. “You’re in rut… why are you doing hiding from me?” you look at him in slight confusion, tilting your head as he sits up, taking your hands away from his face as gently as he could. “Because, I’ve never endured a rut with anyone else, I don’t-“ His voice strains a little, “I don’t want to hurt you, y/n. You should go” He grits out, clenching his fists to hold any bit of control.

“Neteyam, i’m your mate. It’s my job to help you, i want to help you.” you say, pouting at him slightly as you sit closer to him, gingerly reaching your hands out to rest against his chest. You look at him for a reaction, only to be met with his eyes staring straight at you, unmoving. You decide to become bolder, tossing the blanket that sat around his waist aside, and moving to sit in his lap instead, your legs straddling him.

His hands immediately come to wrap around your waist, groaning at the lightest touches. He grips your hips, digging his nails in as you leaned in to press your lips against his. Neteyam tries to be gentle, he really does. The thought of hurting you is something he can’t bare, but he feels his self restraint slipping further and further away as he shoves his tongue in your mouth, licking his way in. You hold him closer at this, sucking on his warm muscle before pulling away and kissing down his jaw, trailing to his neck.

As you near his scent glands, you feel a switch in you. A heat starts to creep up your insides, an itch forming in your womb. You whine, gripping onto him tightly and grinding your hips onto his, licking at the spot on his neck. Neteyam hisses at this, tightening his grip on you as he starts moving you against him at his own pace. “Shit, that’s so good, princess. You don’t know how badly I want to hold you down and fuck you, watch you cry underneath me again” He whispers, dry humping you through his loincloth.

You mewl at his words, feeling your own body start to move frantically against him, your legs tightening on either side of his waist as you subconsciously release your pheromones. “Do it! Do it, p-please” You beg, reaching for his loincloth. His eyes practically turn to slits, as he looks down at you in pure hunger, clearly wanting to devour you. “Are you in heat? Did this- Did I trigger your heat, my love?” He grins, his sharp fangs becoming more prominent as he leans in closer to you, kissing your wrist as he inhales your scent. “Fuck, you smell so good, pretty girl. Like yovo fruit, so sweet.”

As you frantically try to untie his loincloth, he takes your wrists in one hand and flips you over, with one arm wrapped around your back and hand cushioning your head as he laid you both down. “T-Teyam, take it off, please” you whine, your inky curly hair lying messily beneath you, the woven seashell top Neteyam made you feeling itchy against your chest as you desperately wanted every barrier between the two of you off.

He growls at your whining, licking and nipping at your skin as he trails his tongue down your body, stopping right before your clothed cunt. He spreads your legs harshly apart, barely looking up at you before tearing off your loincloth and taking a long, wet lick between your folds. His eyes flutter shut at your taste, inhaling more of your smell before eagerly licking at you, fucking his tongue into you. “Oh! Mmm shit! Shit! Tey!” You writhed beneath him, humping your hips into his face, gripping his braids.

He pinned you down with one arm, stilling your hips as he sucked on your clit harshly. “So fucking delicious, sweet girl. Just like the fruit.” he growled into your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You gasp, pulling his hair tighter “Nete! I’m gonna- ngh! I’m g-gonna..” You squeal, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. He plunges a finger into you, still sucking your clit. “Come on, princess. Let me feel it, taste it, hm?” Your eyes roll back at his words, finally letting go with a gasp, cumming all over his tongue.

He eagerly slurps it all into his mouth, licking his finger off as he crawls back up your body, pressing his lips to yours as you tasted yourself on his tongue. Slender fingers made quick work to remove the top he made you off your chest, while you finally untied his loincloth, throwing it as far as possible from you. He hissed as his cock was freed, and you couldn’t help but stare, his tip an angry red as pre-cum oozed down his length. “Yawne, keep your legs spread for me, yeah?” He said, stroking his cock as he looked down at you, panting.

You do as he says, looking up at him with hazy eyes as your chest quickly rises and falls. “That’s a good girl” He grins, lining up his tip at your entrance, not giving you any time to adjust before slamming his entire length into you. “Oh, Eywa! More, more!” You gasp, rocking your hips into his. He snarls, wrapping a hand around your neck as he slams into you, fucking you hard and fast as he loses any last bit of control, only thinking about chasing his high.

You yelped as you felt him hit your g-spot, holding tightly onto the wrist of the hand that was wrapped around your throat, looking up at him all teary eyed. You felt like it was too much yet not enough at the same time, pleading him with your eyes. “Whats wrong, pretty girl?” He coos, pushing your jaw up with his thumb, the same hand still wrapped tightly around your throat as he brought his head down, his breath hot against your neck. He sucked and kissed around your scent glands, breathing you in, licking at your sweet spot. “Fuck, you taste so good, yawne. Everywhere, every bit of you. Your skin.. your lips.. your tight, wet cunt. Just can’t get enough of you, you know that?” He murmurs into your skin, covering your neck in his saliva.

You pant against him, feeling your vision get drowsy as your arousal grows and you moan helplessly against him. He finally takes his hand off your throat, instead running it through your hair as he grazes his teeth along your shoulder. “Nete.. Nete, I’m s-so close” You whimper, scratching your nails down his back. He grins at your whiney voice, loving the way you grasped onto him, the way your body trembled under him at every touch.

“mmm fuck, cum around my dick, princess. let me feel it, hm?” He sat up, grabbing your hips as he began rutting into you like an animal, violently fast and bringing his hand down to rub at your clit, abusing your cunt as he looked down at your twisted expression. Your jaw dropped in a silent gasp, gripping the pillows above you as your back arches, screaming out his name as you finally came undone.

“Fuck, such a good girl.” He groaned, bending down and holding you close to him as he fucked you deeper now, thrusting the entirety of his cock into you as he sunk his fangs straight into the crook of your neck. “Neteyam!” You squealed, throwing your head back in pleasure and crying out as you felt the pulsing of his cock inside of you. “‘m gonna cum, princess, fuck. you’re gonna make me cum” He whined, licking at the imprints of his sharp teeth in your neck.

“do it.. do it, in me, Teyam, please. Please” You beg, tugging lightly on his braids. He knows you’re not thinking straight, that it’s all just your heat talking. But he refuses to stop now, his own rut was clouding any bit of sense he had left in him as he nodded quickly at you. “you gonna take me, baby? all of me?” He moaned, caging your head with his arms as he kept looking down at you, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. “yes! mhm!” you clench around him again, desperate to have him finish. He hisses at the tightness, moaning before finally spilling inside of you.

You hold him to your chest, your hands shaky as you pet his hair soothingly, relaxing from the feel of his weight on you. “I love you” you whispered in his ear, resting your cheek on top of his head. He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

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Hi can I request a Tonowari x fem human x Jake where’s she’s much smaller than them and very innocent and they like that they can keep her close to them and tower over her and hide her from the other males as they’re very protective over her and get jealous easily and they love to always be touching her tanned skin whenever they’re near her or talking to other clan members and they’re not afraid to touch her large chest in public secretly giving her little squeezes there too finding her little reactions very adorable. One day Tonowari and Jake discusses something privately and they ask her if she wants to take a ride on their animals for the first time she agrees but they have one condition for her which is that they’d prefer her to be naked because they love how soft and small she is and can’t get enough of her and her body and gets on sitting in front of Tonowari on his Tsurak and he can’t keep his hands to himself and then on the way back she flies with Jake on his Ikran and he’s more touchy than Tonowari or something along those lines thanks 😊

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐦𝐞!!!! 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐍𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲

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“We hit them at the left flank and that will wipe out most of their ground firepower. After we hit that, we attack from above, knocking them from their boats and planes and having the sea team hit their marks in the water.” Jake moved around little figurines around the map he had spread on the table.

Most of the council had learned to ignore the presence of the curious human that peeked out from behind Jake to see what everyone was looking at. “Once we take control of the boat, we disable the navigation systems and dock it behind the mountain so it can’t be seen before the island. Got it?”

Everyone at the table nodded before filing out of the pod. Jake had his war paint on already, and went to go clip on his vest. You went over to his bins and picked up a large automatic rifle, walking over and handing it to him.

“Hey, you know I don’t like you handling these.” He lightly scolded you.

Tonowari walked in with his spear and nodded at Jake. “We’re all set. Inbound is 40 minutes.”

You wished as a human you could help them, but when there was war at the front door, they didn't want you nearby.

Jake kneeled to your height and held you by the back of your thighs. “You stay here and keep working on your little project, kay. Don't leave this pod.” He kneaded your thighs. Tonowari walked over and placed a tender kiss on your head, before walking out the door.

“We come back in one piece, we'll have a little fun, okay?” He smiled and you found yourself blushing. He tapped your thighs before exiting the pod as well.

As promised, your lovers came back early the next morning, bruised and battered, but back in one piece like they promised.

Jake scooped you up without a word and laid down in the cot with you sitting in his lap. Tonowari leaned his spear against the wall and laid beside Jake, exhausted. You leaned down and lodged yourself between the two men, staying there so they could be comforted after the long battle.

That night, a big banquet was thrown. The Metkayina were hooting loudly and dancing expressively as yet another victory was won against the Sky people. You sat behind your two lovers, eating and watching the na’vi in amusement. Jake turned back to look at you, scanning the mask on your face, then looking at the band on your wrist before turning back to the ceremony.

“Why can’t we dance? We should join in.”

“You would get trampled. That is why we are not joining in.” Jake said sternly.

You looked down at your outfit. “I’m wearing bright green. I’ll be careful.” You began to whine. “It's not safe little one.” Tonowari chimed in.

A frown began to plague your face, falling silent behind the two. A large hand made its way to your chin, “Hey, don’t do that.” Jake frowned with you

“If you want to dance it will be in the comfort of our own home, not out here where someone can take you from us.” Tonowari turned to you. They noted the frown wasn’t letting up and moved to comfort you, physically.

Tonowari squeezed your thigh and Jake caressed the back of your neck..

“You two always say that.” You mumbled. “That someone will take me. They're not even paying attention to me.”

“You’d be surprised.” Jake scoffed. “Most na’vi haven't even seen a human before. You would be like a pet to them.

Jake was being negative again. He knew it was manipulative of him to discourage you so often like this, pointing out the flaws in other na’vi and implanting the ‘what ifs’ in your mind. But Jake was selfish, and he couldn't stand to see you with anyone other than him, or Tonowari. Tonowari had a similar stance when it came to you being around the other na’vi.

As somewhat of a rebellious front, you went running on the beach after the ceremony was over, leading them behind you instead of going right home. You reached down and balled some sand in your hands before standing up and throwing it at Jake’s thigh. He turned and stared at you before bending down himself. You squealed in anticipation and began running. Jake chased after you with a large clump of sand in his hands. With him having longer legs, he caught up to you in no time. You fell, obviously, and Jake dropped the pile of sand over your head, coating you in the grittiness.

Tonowari chuckled slightly before pulling you up by your arm, kneeling down and rubbing the sand off with his hands. One thing he knew about sand and human skin, is that it stuck, and it got everywhere, even the not so nice places. Jake worked up top, making sure your oxygen mask was sealed and no sand got in the filter. Tonowari ran his hands along your thighs and ass, swiping off the sand.

You flushed slightly feeling both of their hands on you. “Wanna get in the water?” Tonowari pulled at the strap of your top, causing you to quickly hold the fabric down. “Sure.” You responded, but yelped, feeling a sharp smack on your ass. You looked back at Jake who had a smug look on his face.

The three of you swam sandwiched together in the ocean. Pressed against one another, floating, and watching the eclipse take over the sky. At this point there weren’t many na’vi on the beach, and the three of you got more than enough privacy. Tonowari hoisted you up in the water and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, and you returned the affection, running your arms along his shoulders. “Let's have some fun, yeah?” He said when pulling away. He tilted his head and latched on your neck, causing you to go sucking on your bottom lip.

“N-not here!” You stammered.

Tonowari whistled, and ripples appeared in the ocean, getting closer and closer, until… “Hey!” You held your arm out as you were sprayed with water by Tonowari’s Tsurak. You gasped realizing that they were allowing you to ride it for the first time.

“Really?!”

“Mhm. We know you’ve been dying to try it.” Jake held onto the mouth of the Tsurak, keeping it steady for you and Wari to mount it. You reached out to pet the creature but Tonowari grabbed your wrist.

“On one condition.”

“Anything.”

His hands trailed down the sides of your body and he began untying your bikini straps. You let out a short gasp when he untied your top next. He hoisted you onto his Tsurak before climbing on behind you. Jake whistled and called his own over, riding next to the two of you.

You hesitantly reached forward to its snout and stroked it softly. Tonowari guided your hands to the straps, which he never used, and tightened his legs around you.

“Take it easy. No sudden movements.” He warned you. Jake led the three of you past the rocks, and into the deep ocean. The water glided through your toes and you felt at peace away from the bounds of the reef.

“Can we go fast?” You asked.

“Fast?” Tonowari scoffed. “You wouldn't be able to handle that sweetheart.”

“But you guys do it all the time. Even Norman got to do it!” You partially whined. You were starting to get tired of hearing the word no, or anything relating to it.

“Pressure is different here.” Jake turned on his Tsurak. “Norman has only ever rode in his avatar form. A Tsuraks full speed is what mach speed is on earth. I'm sorry baby, you wouldn't be able to handle it without being injured.” Jake explained.

You fell silent and went limp against Tonowari. Tonowari sighed and placed his hands under your armpits. “Sit up little one. Don't be like that.” He sighed.

“Pass her to me.” Jake held out both his arms. Tonowari effortlessly gave you over to Jake, and he put you between his legs before wrapping the lead around his hand a few times and clenching his thighs around yours.

“Jake, this is not wise.”

“If she wants fast, I’ll give her fast.”

He hooted and the Tsurak went flying forward. You gasped and felt yourself being pushed against Jake. The pressure was unlike anything you ever felt before. You were unable to move against the wind, and your mouth began to open from the harsh winds. It was like a rollercoaster, which you haven't rode in years. You giggled against Jake and he finally slowed down. Your hair was messy and your jewelry was blown out of place, but you had a smile on your face.

“That was fun!”

Both Na’vi exchanged a look of relief. Jake kept his arm around your waist, pulling you back into him as you two treaded the water.

That night the three of you rode off to a nearby cove, one that overlooked the sea. Tonowari gave Jake a break and took you into his arms, squeezing you tightly against him and caressing the side of your torso.

“We only ever want to protect you little one.” Tonowari placed a single kiss on your forehead.

#avatar #jake sully x reader #jake sully #tonowari #tonowari x reader #avatar the way of water #atwow #persefolli #persefolliwrites

[afro-hispwriter]

Help

Neteyam(22)x Na'vi!reader(22)

Summary- Neteyams trauma comes back in the worst way

Warnings- near-death experience, pregnancy, choking, PTS

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You could finally have a life together in peace. The RDA has been destroyed so there was no human threat in Pandora. In the meantime, you and the Sully family would remain Awa'atlu. And in the time you were there, you and Neteyam mated and were now expecting. 

"I hope it's a girl," Tuk says and she rests her head on your belly. She wanted to sleep over with you and Neteyam in your pod. 

"A girl would be nice." Neteyam walked in and smiled. 

"How are the three of you doing?" He asks and kneels beside you to place a kiss on your head. 

"We are doing amazing." You respond and he bends down and pecked your belly and ruffled Tuk's hair. "And ready to sleep." 

"Awww." Tuk groaned. 

"Now Tuk or you're going back with mom and dad."

"Fine." She mumbled and you gave her a kiss on the head and she walked over to her cot to slide under the covers. Neteyam blew out the lanterns and then settled in beside you. 

“Mamas?” You turn your head towards him and smile. “I love you ya know.” 

“I know.” You scrunch your nose at him and he cupped your cheek with his hand and kissed you softly. 

-

A storm had rolled over and was hitting hard. Neteyam couldn’t sleep, the sea was making loud crashing noises and the wind kept hitting stuff to the ground. He clenched his hand, digging his fingertips into his palms. 

He was suddenly hit with a piercing pain in his chest making him grab at it. The healed bullet wound that made his heart burn.

“Fuck.” He brought his knees up to his chest. This isn’t the first time it’s happened but for some reason, this one felt different. 

Something clashes loudly on the floor outside and suddenly Neteyam was pushed to the floor harshly and was back under a soldier. Hands were wrapped around his neck as he struggled and gasped for air. He kicked and thrashed until he was able to kick him off and climb on top of the soldier, slowly grabbing his neck and squeezing. 

-

You felt a weight on top of you and hands wrap around your neck and squeeze tightly. At the sudden lack of oxygen, your eyes shot open to be met with your husband above you, a crazed look in his eye. 

“N-Neteyam.” You choked out and grabbed his wrist as he squeezed tighter. You started struggling against him, trying to throw him off. He let out a growl and slowly raised a knee to your stomach and started pressing down on it. 

You were now in fear, for your life and the baby. You reached up and pushed his face, hit him, and even tried to scratch but it didn’t do anything. With the oxygen slowly leaving your brain, you began to feel dizzy and your body was growing weak. 

You had to wake up Tuk or Neteyam was going to snap your neck.

You slammed your foot on the ground harshly, hoping the vibrations woke her up. And they did. She groggily sat up with her eyes still closed. 

“What?” She opened her eyes and the sight before she made her scream. 

-

Jake and Neytiri woke up immediately and the scream of their youngest. They didn’t have to think before they ran out of their pod to run to their sons and his mates. They ran to the entrance and Jake's eyes widened at the sight. 

Tuk was screaming at Neteyam trying to get him off of you. 

“NETEYAM.” Jake launched forward and tackled his son to the ground and held him down. It was a struggle due to Neteyam being his size, maybe even bigger.  

You gasped out for breath and grabbed out. Neytiri pulled you in tightly and hugged you.

“Breathe it's okay.” 

“Ba-ba-by.” You gasped out, clutching your stomach. Your throat hurt badly so you coughed. 

“Tuk, Tuk.” Neytiri grabbed Tuks hand. “Go get Ronal and Tonawari.” Tuk slowly nodded but didn’t take her eyes off her father and brother who was trying to calm him down. “NOW.” Tuk jumped and ran out of the pod. 

Neteyam slowly became aware of his surroundings and stopped struggling against Jake. Jake slowly released his grip before grabbing his son’s shoulders and pulling him up roughly. 

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” Jake seethes and Neteyam shakes his head. 

“N-No.” 

“Look.” Jake grabbed Neteyam by the back of his neck and forced him to look at you and Neytiri. You were sobbing in her arms crying about the baby. 

“What did I do?” He pulled away from his father and tried to crawl to you but he was forced back.  

“You almost strangled and snapped her neck, you almost killed both of them.” Neteyams heart dropped and he raised his hands to his hair and tugged roughly.

“No I wouldn’t do that, I-I-Id never hurt them.” Ronal and Tonowari walked in with lit lanterns. The Tsahik looked at your state and immediately dropped to her knees in front of you. 

“What happened?” 

“Neteyam almost killed her,” Neytiri said, but her voice said she couldn’t believe it. Tonowari shot his head at the young male and stomped towards him. 

“Attempting to murder your mate or anyone is to have a punishment. Jake help me to the cells.” Neteyam scooted away and shook his head.

“No, I can't leave her I'm sorry.” He looked at you and saw a growing dark-lined bruise on your neck. It made him nauseous. “Y/n, Y/n baby, yawne please im so sorry I didn’t mean it.” 

You looked over Ronals shoulder to see your mate on his knees pleading for you. 

“Neteyam.” It was almost a rasp and you shakily reached out for him. He went to reach out as well but he was grabbed roughly by the Olo'eyktan and Jake. He was hoisted up to his feet and he struggled and screamed.

“NO NO, DON'T PLEASE SHE NEEDS ME!” 

“Wait don’t take him it's not his fault he-he just needs help.” You said but Ronal and Neytiri didn’t respond. “NETEYAM!” You tried to stand but you were sat back down. 

Lo’ak, Tsireya, and Kiri approached and they were in shock as they watched Neteyam get dragged away. 

“What the hell happened?” Asks Lo’ak and he looks at you, taking in your distraught state. 

“Lo’ak carry Y/n to my tent, we must make sure she and the babe will be okay.” Ronal instructs and he didn’t have to be told twice. He walked towards you and picked you up gently. 

“It wasn’t his fault, he just needs help.” 

-

part 2?

#neteyam x omaticaya!reader #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam #neteyam x na'vi!reader

[creamybeemovie69]

Some of my favourite little details in avatar: frontiers of pandora

The two guards outside the council room in the aranahe hometree that just chat shit? All the time? Even during that last confrontation with Etuwa's father they're just stood chatting about someone's poor foraging skills or some shit it's so funny

The fact that the camera lowers when you're speaking to humans, which I know is probably so we can get a good look at them but I chose to believe it's because your sarentu slowly kneels until they're eye level with them

Nefika and Relun's dynamic of miserable old man and batshit crazy old woman

Whatever the fuck Okul's got going on. Gender? Babes they're clinically insane, they're too busy running into poisonous gas to worry about gender

The sleeping pod things hanging from the ceiling in the hometree. It took me forever to work out where they were all sleeping because there was no way they were all fitting in that one sleeping den

"it is sound proof Priya."

Anqa forgetting her training and getting attacked by wasps because she's too busy thinking about Priya

Hajir and Alex planning to have tea, no one talk to me

Daniella being this very capable badass soldier with a hardened exterior and her himbo husband who's just happy to be there as long as there's wood to whittle and food to cook

The sarentu humming sarentu songs while they cook

Zomey refusing to leave the plane until she saw Eetu get out

The resistance humans wearing clothes that have been altered/repaired by Na'vi weavers

Minang losing her shit and charging the base in the plains despite being the calmer, more collected one? Good shit.

That little detail in the cloud spitter description that says kids make a game of seeing how close they can get to the plant without triggering it

"I can still smell the chemicals" just kill me now I can't take this

Every single individual human having to ask Jake Sully for permission to stay on the planet. Were they forced to go back to the RDA if he said no? Or were they just left to die out on pandora?

The ferals being unable to communicate with eachother and being so angry because they're so lonely

Kin, Relun and the Kame'tire trader all being friends before the Kame'tire were banished

Priya not being able to talk to Alma in her human form because her avatar was her friend

Nor just. Disappearing? Where did he go? Is he okay? Why can't I go looking for him?

The Na'vi naming options for your Ikran being the names of other kids in TAP

So'lek collecting the identity tags of the soldiers he kills

So'lek in general actually. "This dReAmWaLkEr decided to lock you up in a box instead 👀"

Alex being granted permission to stay on pandora because he wanted to keep Grace's legacy alive through his work. Why is this never mentioned anywhere but in his character description?

The comic book pages

The fact that Priya dyes her hair. Are you actually telling me this excitable little climatologist worked out how to make hair dye from pandoran plants before Alex figured out how to eat any of it?

Anqa's fucking "my land was invaded too". Give this head-empty lesbian a break man

Everyone hating Billy because they think he can't be trusted only for him to be one of the most loyal among them

Etuwa's father refusing to fight because he lost his wife, then deciding to fight because he won't let them take his daughter too

"what have they done to you, my beautiful?" Actually sobbing like a fucking baby rn

#avatar frontiers of pandora #afop #avatar frontiers of pandora spoilers #afop spoilers #eetu #nor #priya chen #anqa salaam #etuwa #nefika #relun #okul #kin #so'lek #hajir bashera #alexander tremayne #zomey #billy nash #minang #daniela neves-mackay #jin mackay #god is that everyone? i remember now why i hate posting on this hellsite

[binsito]

quiet

pairing: changbin x fem reader

genre: fwb

word count: 2k

synopsis: after coming back home from college, changbin recalls the time you two first had sex in your childhood home while your parents were away and tempts you to do it again - except this time, they were down the hall

rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, swearing, dirty talk (words like slut, kitten, baby and good girl are used), fingering, little bit of cumplay, changbin cums inside

note: not proofread so i apologize in advanced

the drive back home was exhausting but you were finally pulling up to the driveway of your childhood home. changbin parked the car and got out to take out the luggage. your parents had come out to greet you both happily, embracing you and welcoming you both back home.

your mom, embarrassing as always, squished changbins cheeks. complimenting him and letting him know how handsome he’s gotten which caused him to laugh shyly and his face to flush red.

you and changbin had grown up together, two peas in a pod, virtually inseparable. your parents were very fond of him and treated him like one of their own. they were excited to know their little girl wasn’t going to be alone when moving away to a new city for college. they trusted changbin and knew he would take good care of you. your dad had helped him bring the luggage inside while you and your mother caught up. she asked your typical motherly questions: “how’s school? are you being safe? are you dating?” you reassured her that everything was fine and not to worry. she was just so glad to have you back home for some time.

they had prepared a nice dinner for all of you to share as a family, changbin had always loved your mother’s cooking. she served him a nice portion and smiled when he complimented her. he was always so vocal about food especially if he found something delicious. happy belly, happy binnie.

once dinner was over, you offered to do the dishes but your mother said she’d take care of it. she wanted you and changbin to settle in to the room upstairs and unpack your bags. you trudged upstairs tiredly and walked into your childhood room, just as you had left it. there was a mix of posters and cds as well as a teddy bear collection. you were a very nostalgic person so even as you grew up, you still kept trinkets from when you were younger - meshing your interests from when you were a child with your adolescence. “it’s almost like you never left huh?” changbin chuckled as he sat on your old full size bed.

you were kneeled in front of him, unzipping your suitcase and pulling out your pajamas. you smiled softly and nodded “yeah.. i missed being here. it’s cozy.”

he hummed in agreement and fell back into the bed, staring at the ceiling. you could hear your parents going into their room down the hall. you both knew they would be out like a light very soon.

“hey..” changbin calls out with a soft chuckle, his mind had begun to race and he remembered something. you glanced over at him and questioned him, you could tell by the stupid smirk on his face that he was up to no good. “remember the first time we fucked?” god, he better shut up before you strangle him.. “changbin.. shut the fuck up my parents are down the hall..” he whisper yelled at him.

he didn’t seem to care, however, propping up on his elbow and looking down at you.

“it was right here. on this bed. remember that, kitten? we had such a blast..” you threw a shirt at him to shut him up but he just grabbed it and laughed, finding your facial expressions amusing. you would die of embarrassment if your parents ever found out about this. “what if we did it again? you know your parents are heavy sleepers..” he suggested “yeah but the thing is.. they literally were not home when we did it..” you rolled your eyes. changbin knew that was true, but he found the element of your parents potentially hearing you or finding out making his cock swell.

he recalls the time he fucked you face down into your bed while your parents were away on a work trip. he could vividly feel how your cunt was sucking him in, how you kept trying to reach back for him, moaning so loudly he was sure the neighbors were going to call the cops. he spent the entire weekend ruining your pussy, making an absolute mess of you. 

it happened on a whim, you had invited him over like you normally did but things felt different. your playful banter quickly turned into blatant flirting which then turned to you straddling him, teasingly grinding into him. you would be lying if you said he didn’t raise the standards of sex for you. sure, you slept with other guys before him, but after that you just kept coming back to him for more. if something works, why change it? if you were guaranteed fantastic sex, why would you risk doing it with a guy you didn’t even trust? with a guy who didn’t know where to find your clit, or how you liked your tits to be played with. a guy who’s cock may not be as thick as changbin’s, a guy who may not have the stamina that he does?

it made absolutely no sense to do something that silly!

“but wouldn’t it be fun? you’d have to be super quiet for me.. and you deserve a little fun after being so uptight at school with studying”

he was tempting you and he knew you couldn’t turn him down. if there was one thing you could never turn down, it was sex with changbin. you grumbled under your breath and got up to lock the door but changbin got up to stop you. “leave it unlocked.. that way you have no choice but to shut up and be a good girl” he whispered, leading you over to the bed. 

it was moments like this that made you hate the fact that he was your best friend. why was he capable of making you feel so good? why were you both so sexually attracted to one another? the lines were starting to blur too much for your liking and it was starting to make you nervous. “hey” he grabs your face, not having a clue what you were thinking about but trying to get you to focus. you snapped out of it and tugged him into bed with you, pulling him in for a kiss and quickly deepening it, tugging on a lock of his hair to elicit a moan from him because if he wanted to play this game then so were you. and you knew how fucking whiny and loud he got during sex. he couldn’t shut up for the life of him. he slipped his hands up your shirt to cup your tits, pressing them together and then pulling your bra down to let them spill out, he’d worry about unclasping the back later.

changbin was a very patient man, he had no rush when it came to undressing you. he knew that one way or another, you’d end up naked for him. you on the other hand, needed all clothes off immediately. you needed him bare in front of you and ready to get to work. however, you had to learn to be patient because changbin didn’t like it when you would hurry him up, often denying you orgasms or making you work harder for them.

thankfully, it seemed he was feeling a bit needy today, unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, throwing them off the side of the bed before bringing his attention back to you. he grabbed your thighs and dragged you closer to him, you giggled and looked up at him. he was able to manhandle you so easily, he could fold you in two, your body so pliant to his touch. 

“you sure you’ll be able to stay quiet binnie?” you teased, he rolled his eyes as you lifted up your hips of the bed, allowing him access to tug your shorts down your legs.

“i have self control, unlike you.” but you knew that was a straight lie. sure he might’ve been more composed than you were, but you knew that as soon as he plunged into you, all reasoning would be tossed aside. 

and you were absolutely right.

as soon as you were both fully naked, he was struggling to restrain his moans. you having to press a hand to his mouth to quiet him down as you sunk down on his cock. he was sat on the edge of the bed, you on his lap, slowly starting to move on him. eyes rolling back, him nipping at your hand gently to help stifle any noise. you could feel him drooling a little and that made you pick up the pace. he gripped your ass tightly to slow you down, hearing the bed start to squeak. “getting nervous bin? they’re out like a light remember?” you taunted him, pulling your hand away from his mouth to tug at his hair and kiss at his neck, sucking a little too harsh and leaving a mark. you’d laugh at him trying to cover it tomorrow. and he was getting tired of you having the upper hand, making you gasp out when you feel him stand up, holding you in his arms as he rutted up into you, the sound of his skin smacking against you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you were dying to scream out his name and he was making it hard for you not to, leaning into his ear so he could hear your pants and whimpers.

“fuck.. you drive me crazy.. letting me fuck you while your parents sleep down the hall.. you are such a slut..” he grunted, accentuating slut with a sharp thrust, one that made your toes curl.

he needed to be deeper in you, needed his cockhead to hit the very back of your pussy. as quietly as he possibly could (which wasn’t very quiet at all), he moved you both to the floor, laying you down on the rug you had by your bedside. he lifted your legs over his shoulders and hammered into you as you bit your fist. it would be a miracle if no one had heard the ruckus you had going on. “c-cunt’s gripping me so tight today.. so greedy.. don’t worry baby, it’s not going anywhere.”

he had you seeing stars, your mind completely full of him. he looked particularly handsome in this angle, hovering over you while he drilled you against the floorboards. he was getting sloppy, hips stuttering along with his breathing. your pussy pulsating and swollen, clenching on to him tightly as you felt him release inside you, the feeling of his warm cum inside you never getting old.

he pulled out carefully as to not spill any and helped you up into the bed. he laid against the headboard and pulled you into his chest. his chest against your back as he spread your legs open with his own, dipping his fingers down and pressing them into your pussy as he fucked his cum back into you. you kicked your head back on to his shoulder and breathed out in pleasure, his thick fingers always knew how to work you open. curling them as the squelch of your juices and his cum echoed softly.

“can’t get enough of you binnie..” you moaned out softly as his other hand came to rub your clit. scissoring you open and watching as you melted into his touch. he knew your body all too well.

he pressed soft kisses to your cheek as you reached your peak, shushing you gently so you wouldn’t wake anyone up. he pulled out his fingers and brought them to your lips, having you suck them clean before he kissed you to get a taste. “we might have some explaining to do in the morning..” he laughed softly “god i hope not.. they probably won’t bring it up even if they did hear anything”

you curled up in bed with him, not even bothering to get under the covers. you’d deal with your parents (and your possible feelings for him) later. 

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

#binsito #skz hard thoughts #skz smut #stray kids smut #changbin #changbin smut #changbin x reader smut #changbin x reader #stray kids smut imagine #stray kids x reader smut #skz x reader smut #love me some good ol fwb

[your-averagewriter]

Midnight swim.

Summary: After her brothers get into a fight with the Sully siblings she tells her brothers off, sending them away and covers for the Sully boys. She then goes on a midnight swim with Neteyam.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: making out, fighting, blood, injury

I sit in my pod finishing off with making dinner as I look out at the beach. Kiri‘s sat in the shallows talking to my brothers. I look at them with a small smile, happy that they’re getting along but I start getting suspicious when neither party is smiling, Kiri’s even frowning. I observe them from afar for a little longer as Kiri stands up and tries to walk away.

Her arm is grabbed by one of the others and I stand up to go after them to stop them but I see Lo’ak get involved and then a couple of moments later Neteyam joins in. I pause for a second, waiting to see them resolve it but it becomes violent when Lo’ak throws the first punch at Aonung, it seems deserved but I head over anyway. I jog over as the fight escalates, and Neteyam gets involved. They’re all involved now, rolling around on the floor and in the water throwing punches at each other. 

I stand by the side of the tree and as the oldest sibling, I’m afforded a little more respect than the younger ones. 

“Stop!” I yell at them but calmly and instantly everyone freezes turning to look at me. “Get up!” I order my brothers and they urge their friends to also follow what I say. 

They stand up quickly and I grab Aonung by his ear pulling him down to my face because he’s taller than me. He hisses, me grabbing his ear hurting presumably.

“Clean yourselves up and go home,” I say, letting go of his ear as Rotxo scoffs before leaving, following Aonung. “And you too, go home!” I tell their friends as they scurry away.

I take a deep breath before turning to the Sully siblings.

“Are you okay, Kiri?” I ask even though she wasn’t in the fight.

“Yeah. I’m not hurt.” She says with a smile.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have gotten here sooner, I saw them talking to you and I didn’t think anything would go wrong, I thought they were being friendly.”

“Oh no, it’s fine they didn’t hurt me or anything.” She says shaking her head.

“Are you guys okay?” I ask kneeling down next to the two boys.

“That was badass,” Lo’ak says and I chuckle.

“Are you hurt?” I ask him and he shakes his head with a smile. “How about you?” I ask Neteyam.

I cup his face in my hands and brush one of my thumbs over his bleeding lip before he can reply.

“You’re lip is bleeding.” I point out staring at his face. “And your face is bruising,” I say with a worried tone and frown.

“It’s not that bad.” He says trying to act tough and I interrupt him.

“You boys should be more careful. You shouldn’t get in so much trouble.”

“They were being horrible to Kiri!” Lo’ak exclaims whilst I stroke over Neteyam’s bruised eye and his statement quickly turns my head.

“What?” I ask, shocked, my nostrils flaring angrily. “What did they say?” I ask.

“They were calling her a freak! They’re always so mean to her!” He says, grumpily.

I sigh. “I’ll have to talk to them about that,” I say then. “Why don’t you guys go home, it’s nearly time to eat anyway,” I suggest.

I walk with them to their pod and leave them to have dinner with their family. After dinner, I decide to go back over to the pod to apologise on behalf of my brothers seeing as it doesn’t seem like they’re going to anytime soon.

I walk up to the pod but hear the boys being told off by their father. He fully blames his sons when it is very much not their fault.

“I am sorry to interrupt,” I say and bow trying to be polite as possible as all the Sullys look my way. “But this altercation was not your son's fault, the blame is all on my brothers and I can’t apologise enough for them,” I say finishing with another bow. 

Jake Sully returns my bow and then starts speaking. “If you were to explain the situation to me, something neither of my sons will do fully then I might be more inclined to let them off.”

I briefly explain it to him being as polite and respectful as possible even though on the inside I am incredibly annoyed with my brothers. 

“Well, I believe you, it sounds like I’ve been too harsh on my boys.” He pauses and the boys get excited that they’re off the hook. “But, do not stir up any trouble and you are not completely off the hook as Lo’ak you were the one to throw the first punch.” He warns seriously and Lo’ak groans.

“I can’t overstate my apologies but I can assure you that I have had a very serious word with my brothers.” I say before leaving again.

I walk along the path a few metres before I hear Neteyam’s voice.

“(y/n), wait!” He says catching up with me. “Thanks for doing that, you didn’t need to.” He says, resting his hand on my forearm.

“I didn’t need to but I wanted to, my brothers can be horrible sometimes.” I say sliding his hand from my forearm into my hand. “Do you want to go for a swim with me? The sea’s really beautiful at night.” I say looking into the water at the luminous creatures.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” He says looking into my eyes. “You have really pretty eyes.” He says. “They look like the sea, they glow just like the water.” He says and I’m almost speechless.

“Thank you,” I say looking down, shyly feeling heat rise up my neck.

“Do you wanna go for that swim now?” He asks, smugly knowing how his words affect me.

“Yeah.” I reply as he drags me into the water with him.

We dive into the water, hand in hand as we shoot through the water. Dodging the corals and avoiding hitting the sea creatures we spin around slowly now holding each other's hands. His smile is charming and dazzling, his skin glistening and his eyes shining as we stare at each other our smiles ever-growing. We dance through the water and neither of us can stop smiling like toddlers. After a little bit, we slow down looking at the glowing creatures and flowing water that surrounds us but eventually, he has to go up for air so we swim up to the surface.

Emerging from the water Neteyam is gasping but I just start giggling. 

“‘Teyam.” I say giggling.

“What?” He asks chuckling at my amused face.

“You just look really cute,” I say still giggling as he places his hands on my waist.

“I think you got me mixed up with yourself.” He says, smirking and making me absolutely swoon. 

I move one of my hands to cup his face and the other to his neck as we both stare into each other's eyes. My heart’s racing as I watch his eyes flicker down to my lips repeatedly. Finally, he presses his lips against mine and my hand moves up to thread into his damp hair. His lips work feverishly against mine as we grip each other's bodies, his hands imprinting upon the flesh of my hips. My lips slide against his and they’re softer than I thought they would be. The water around us glows with the sea creatures and the moon is shining beautifully, I can’t imagine a more perfect moment than this one.

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AN: I have written so much stuff for Neteyam and Avatar: Way of the Water, if you want to be tagged in any of my other Avatar posts then comment and I'll make a tag list.

Also if you have any Avatar requests (I'll write for pretty much anymore from the movie) then feel free to send them in.

I hope you enjoyed reading!

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[ngayawneluoer]

if i keep my eyes closed (he feels just like you)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader (past), lo’ak x reader (platonic... ish?)

You and Lo’ak find comfort in each other while mourning his brothers death, and he confides in you about the guilt he feels.

word count: 1046

a/n: just a little angsty thing that came to mind and i had to write it out. neteyam is dead in this one too because I love making people suffer :) oh yeah, spoilers. sorry.

You twitched in your sleep. Once again, your mind was plagued with haunting visions of the day your heart was ripped from your chest – the day you lost Neteyam.

All you could see was his blood on your hands as you pulled him up onto the rock, the wound that went straight through him. And his eyes - those beautiful eyes that you used to get lost in. All you saw now was how the life drained from them as his spirit withered away. Every time you had this nightmare, you felt your dream self cry and wail up at the sky, only to look down and watch him die over and over and over again.

This particular night, Lo'ak was being kept awake by thoughts of regret. He sat on the edge of the net outside the Marui pod you all shared, his feet dangling in the water and his eyes fixed on the endless ocean. Nights like this, he could almost pretend that everything was okay – that Neteyam was sleeping soundly wrapped up in your arms in the family’s new Metkayinan home, that you hadn't lost your lover, that he didn't lose his brother. But he couldn't. His remorse always got in the way, the rotten thoughts of how he did nothing right and how it should have been him instead embedding themselves deep in his mind.

Lo'ak would never say it to his parents, but he truly wished that he had died instead of Neteyam. But firstly, he didn't want to make it about himself, and most importantly, he was afraid they wouldn't disagree. He knew his parents preferred Neteyam; he had known it his whole life. He even saw it with you. You had been friends with Lo'ak for longer than he could remember - he was the one that introduced you to Neteyam - but it was Neteyam you chose and were closest with. And now, he could tell that every time you looked at him, all you could think of was his dead brother. You could barely look him in the eye. And to know that he could never live up to what Neteyam was and what he could have been hurt him more than he could ever verbalise.

He was ripped from his thoughts when he heard the cries coming from your side of the Marui pod, the small corner you and Neteyam once shared. He didn't have to look to know you were having a nightmare with how frequently you had them lately. It seemed that every member of the Sully family had been awoken with visions of Neteyam's death, especially Neytiri and Lo'ak himself, and you were no exception. 

Lo'ak brought himself to his feet and quietly made his way over to your sleeping body. You were facing the woven wall, your body slightly shaking with cries as your memories continued to haunt you in your sleep. He slowly approached you and kneeled before finally placing his hand on your arm, gently stroking your skin with his thumb, and whispering your name to try and pull you from your nightmare. Finally, your breathing started to even out, your crying stopped, and Lo'ak felt you slowly wake up.

"Neteyam?"

Your gentle whisper of his brother's name made Lo'ak freeze. It was an honest mistake; you were barely awake and very vulnerable. But Eywa, he never wished for Neteyam to be there as much as he did at that moment.

A part of him wanted to say nothing, to just hug you and allow you a moment of bliss with the idea of his brother comforting you.

He didn't get to make that choice, though. Before he could react, you placed your hand on his, turning to him with teary eyes. He wanted the ground to swallow him whole when that look of disappointment flashed on your face. He wished he could be who you wanted him to be.

"Lo'ak," Your voice cracked as you said his name, and his heart cracked with it, "I'm sorry… I- I didn't mean to…."

Lo'ak shushed you softly, resuming his gentle strokes on your arm, "Don't worry."

Hesitantly, he stretched out his legs, shifting his body closer to yours. When he saw no sign of rejection from you, he lay beside you. To his surprise, you turned to him and worked yourself into his embrace, and he wrapped an arm around you. Before long, he could feel your body shaking again with hushed sobs, your tears damping his skin.

"I miss him, Lo'ak," you spoke softly, your voice muffled by his chest.

"Me too."

He was quiet for a long time after that, so quiet that you thought he had fallen asleep. Then, as you drifted in and out of sleep, he spoke softly, "I'm sorry."

Your eyes opened, and you looked up at his face to be met with tear-stained cheeks and watery eyes, "What for?"

"It should have been me."

The agony in his tone stunned you for a second, your eyes fixed on his own, "Lo'ak..."

"Don't try to lie to me", he sighed, "We all know it's true. He died because he pushed me out of the way. It was supposed to be me. It would have been better that way."

"Lo'ak... I know you blame yourself, but it was not your fault," You whispered softly, bringing a comforting hand to his cheek, "Neteyam saved you because he was your brother and he loved you, and he wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

"I see it in your eyes..." he whispered, afraid his voice would fail him if he spoke any louder, "You blame me for it."

"I do not blame you, Lo'ak." You frowned, heart aching from hearing of the guilt he carried, "I am just hurting. And I know you are too, and I would never blame you for what happened."

"But-"

"But nothing, Lo'ak. You did not kill him; the sky people did. We did all we could. He is with Eywa now."

Your words seemed to only bring tears to his eyes, but you could tell they got through to him. As stubborn as he was. You pulled him close to you once again, and the sunrise's slivers peeked through your Marui pod's weaves, signalling another difficult day ahead. But as Lo’ak slept soundly in your arms, you figured that maybe, just maybe, if you braved it together, it would get a little easier.

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a/n: send in requests lads, i'm bored over christmas break and need stuff to do<3

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[lincolndjarin]

Sweet Boy

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day four - gn!reader x din djarin

prompt : pegging [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 2.1k

summary : din asks you to buy something for him at the local markets.

warnings, etc. : fluff, smut, sex toys, strap on, din sucks the strap, praise, anal, anal fingering, anal sex, men whimpering (yippee!), sub!din, readers anatomy is not described but it is implied that they don't have a penis

a/n : happy day 4!! (i can't believe i've managed this for four whole days) any how, enjoy you degenerates ;)

You never used to be such a pushover. 

Then Din took off his helmet, casually, one unimportant day on the Crest, like it didn’t make your heart jump into your throat. 

Ever since then you haven’t been able to say no to him.

The moment you see that plush bottom lip and sad brown eyes you’re a goner.

So when you were stocking up on rations and fruit with the Mandalorian following close behind, and the baby locked away in his pod as you walked back to the ship, how were you supposed to say no. 

When he went suspiciously quiet as you walked past an adult store you ignored it, thinking he was just embarrassed. But once you were on the ship he took his helmet off and his eyes are just far too pretty and wide with want, you already know that no matter what he asks you’ll say yes. 

“Can you go back and buy something for me?” He makes his way over to you, any facade of a deadly killer melting away and he wraps his arms around your waist. 

“Why don't you just buy it for yourself?” 

“Please?” He whines, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. 

“Fine, what is it?”

He mumbles against your hair as he pulls you closer. 

“Speak up, sweet boy.” You can’t help but smile at how timid he’s become so quickly. 

“One of the strap ons?” His voice cracks and his grip on your waist tightens briefly as you turn around in his arms, grinning at him. 

“You want me to buy a strap on?” You take his face in your hands as he nods. “That baby better be asleep when I get back.” You give his cheek a kiss before turning on your heel and leaving the ship, you can hear the pod zipping around behind you as you exit. 

You return to the stand you’d passed earlier, picking out a harness, some lube, and a toy to go with it. A black dildo, not too long and on the thinner side, not wanting to overwhelm him. You return to the ship in no time, finding Din waiting for you. 

“Kids asleep, and I set the ship navigation system to take off once we lock up.” He rushes through his words. 

“Someone’s excited.” The tips of his ears burn a shade of red you’ll never get sick of seeing. “Get the ship on course, I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.” 

You’re being rather generous calling it a bedroom, you’d convinced him to upgrade the cot, now it’s big enough for a two person mattress and you can almost stand up, you decorated it to make it feel more like a home, string lights and quilts. 

You crawl in, flipping on the dim overhead light as you get everything ready, you strip out of your clothes and slip on the harness, the leather is snug around your hips when the door opens once more, he’s already removed his armor, so he’s in only his flight suit when he joins you. He crawls up towards you, eyes on the plastic toy as he nestles between your legs. You run your hands along his shoulder, tugging at the fabric. 

“Take this off, sweetness.” You murmur softly as he enthusiastically shoves it down off his body before kneeling, straddling your legs as you sit with your back against the wall. You gingerly wrap your hand around his already leaking cock, going painstakingly slow as he brings his hands to rest on the metal behind you. “Is this what you wanted?” He whines as you take your hands off of him, gripping the base of your rubber cock with one and tangling your fingers in his hair with the other. “Why don’t you wet this for me?” 

You don’t even have to guide him as he lays down on his stomach before tentatively taking the tip of it in his mouth. His plush lips wrap around the black phallus as you caress his hair. 

“There you go.” You whisper under your breath, watching as he hollows out his cheeks, bracing his hands on your thighs. He’s so eager, his mouth already slick as he bobs his head up and down with ease, you know from past experiences with him that he doesn’t have a gag reflex as he often sucks your fingers when you ride him. This is no different, he hungrily takes the majority of it in his mouth, your hand resting in his hair as he does so. “Ravenous little thing.” You laugh softly, letting him blow you for a few more minutes before you pull him off of you. “Turn around sweetness.” You lean down to kiss his forehead, smiling at the way his lips look wet and puffy.

You bend him over, being gentle with him to keep him as comfortable as possible. You generously coat your fingers in lube, taking extra care to pour some down the curve of his ass as well, watching as it slowly drips down before falling past his hole. 

“I want you to talk to me while I do this, okay? I want to hear that pretty voice.” He nods and you take that as your sign to start, using the hand that isn’t slick you spread him open, pulling the round flesh of his ass to the side as you run two fingers over his puckered hole, scooping up some of the dripping lube, rubbing it over his entrance.

“Please- more.” He whimpers and you’re more than happy to oblige, sliding in a finger, just down to the first knuckle, watching his spine arch down into the mattress. “More- I can take more.”

“More already?” You say in a mocking tone but you still sink the digit in further, until you find the soft spot inside of him, experimentally curling your finger against it. You instantly feel him clench around you, his body going rigid, you quickly run your palm down his spine. “Relax sweet boy.” It takes him a moment, he mostly just gasps and hums to himself until you finally feel him loosen up. You move the slick finger in and out of him, gently rubbing his back as you do.

“Another, please.” He whispers so quietly it’s barely audible in the small space but you immediately indulge him, withdrawing completely before working two fingers into his tight hole, grinning as he pushes back against your hand. “Feels good.” He lets out a shaky breath and you once again press into that sensitive spot within him, watching as he writhes under your touch. 

“Think you can come like this?” You tease him as he grinds his hips back against you. 

“I don’t- I don’t know, ah-” He tapers off into a whine as you curl your fingers once harshly. 

“I want you to try.” You resume your work, thrusting your fingers in and out of him, making sure you push against that spot that makes him writhe, until it’s clear he isn’t going to be able to finish like this. His skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat. You know from previous sessions that he can’t come if he doesn’t get some other kind of stimulation. You can see the way his balls tighten when you crook your fingers against his prostate, desperate for a release, while his pretty red tipped cock twitches against his belly. 

You just want to hear him beg. 

“Can I touch myself? Please?” He gasps out.

“Yes baby.” You slide in a third finger and he lurches forward, burying his face in the quilts as his hand begins hastily jerking himself off. It only takes a moment after that, you curl your fingers one last time and with a strangled cry he comes, coating his hand as he sloppily strokes himself, you work him through it, slowly moving your fingers back and forth until he’s finished. The moment you remove your digits he whimpers.

“I want your cock now.” He whines, the smile on your face grows at how sweet he sounds.  

“Can you ask nicely?”

“Please fuck me- fuck my ass.” He whimpers, grinding back against your hips, as you slide the dildo between his cheeks, savoring his noises as he tries to line it up with his entrance. You watch with lust blown eyes as he arches his back, pushing his rear higher into the air until you finally prod at his puckered hole with the tip of the toy. 

“Is this what you want, sweetness?” You purr, his hole flutters as you continue to tease him, dragging the dildo through the slick between his legs. “You want my cock, handsome?” His fingers tangle in the sheets for only a moment before he flexes his hands, he can’t seem to stop squirming. 

“Mhmm.” He squeaks, after another second of waiting he lays his head down on the pillows before reaching his hands back to spread the globes of his ass, letting out an obscene whine as he does so. When you look down at him his bottom lip juts out, his eyes wide wide with want. 

And you can’t say no to that. 

Steadying a hand at the base of your shaft and one on his lower back you ease the toy in, savoring the sight of how he sucks you in so eagerly. 

“If I knew you were so desperate for my cock I’d have bought one of these sooner.” You muse, you make an attempt to hold him in place but once you push into him he grinds his hips back, taking all of it in one smooth motion, mewling softly. You slide your hands up the scarred expanse of his back, trying to soothe his impatience. “Slow down, sweet boy, don’t be greedy.” You chuckle, but he just pushes back against you again. 

“P-please…” He lets out a wanton moan and you happily oblige, slowly and deliberately rocking your hips back and forth. 

“If you want more you have to stay still.” You grab his waist, continuing your leisurely pace as he does his best to stay still. “Only good boys get fucked, are you gonna be a good boy, Din?” He nods and you gently take his hands from where they grip his own flesh and guide him back down to the sheets, placing your own over them as you begin to find a much harsher rhythm with your thrusts. Your body is flush with his as you pull those delicious sounds from him until he’s reduced to squeaks and gasps. “Are you happy now? Pretty little thing just needed to be fucked?” 

“Yes- ah, yes.” He exhales low and heavy as you snap your hips forward, hoping to hit that spot inside of him, when you get a drawn out keen from him you know you’ve found it. Focusing on that spot you keep your movements dialed in on that, his eyes quickly roll back as you pound into him. After a few more moments you reach one hand around him to stroke his dick, delighted to find him already hard again. 

“You’re gonna come again, just like this.” You say it matter of factly as he begins writhing once more, you can already feel him pulsing in your hand as you make a conscious effort to push into his prostate as you milk his cock. He quickly goes rigid in your arms and you can feel the sticky heat on your hand as he whines beneath you. “Let it out, sweetness.” You hum softly, working him through it until his breathing goes steady and his cock goes soft. “Such a good boy. Are you okay?” You untangle yourself from his body as he nods.

You pull out slowly, careful not to hurt him. He slumps forward, exhausted as you fiddle with the clasps on the strap, removing it and setting it aside before bending down to kiss his lower back once before giving him a gentle slap on the ass. 

“I’ll be right back.” You murmur before grabbing a sheet to cover yourself as you exit the cubby, you throw the toy in the sink of the fresher as you grab a washcloth, running it under the sink before returning to him. He’s mid-yawn when you crawl up beside him, you wipe his face first, washing away a bit of drool that’s gathered at the corners of his mouth before rolling him onto his back. You wipe his excess spend from his abdomen before tenderly lifting his legs to wipe the mess of lube and sweat from him. Once you’re happy with your work you lay him down, pulling him against your chest. “Do you need anything else?” You whisper, caressing his hair as he shakes his head. 

“Thank you.” He mumbles against your chest as he closes his eyes and you press one last kiss to the top of his head.

a/n : this is my first time writing pegging & gn!reader so i hope this was okay!!

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[tallulah477]

Front Row Seat

Part 2 of Private Show

Kinktober Day 25: Caught Masterbating

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Human!Reader

Warnings: AgedUp!Lo’ak, Masterbating, Caught masterbating, Mutual masterbation, Oral (female receiving), Cumming untouched (kinda . . . Lo’ak cums from the smallest of touches), Size Difference, Dom reader, Sub Lo’ak, Slight edging/orgasm delay, Lo’ak being so gone for reader it’s actually embarrassing, He’s such a simp and so in love, Obsessive behavior, Brief mention of panic / panic attack, One mention of dismemberment

A/N: Honestly, idk how this got so long lol

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary: Lo'ak's been avoiding you ever since the incident. But you're looking for him, and you want your own private show . . . with a front row seat.

Translations:

Tewng - Loincloth

Tsahìk - Spiritual Leader

Iknimaya - Na'vi Rite of Passage

Olo’eyktan - Clan Leader

Swoasey - Kava bowl (constructed from seed pods, used for drinking intoxicating beverages), handsized

Yawne - Beloved

Lo’ak feels like his heart is going to pound right out of his chest.

He can feel the panic setting in as he paces the length of the hut. He can’t believe that happened. How could he be so stupid? 

You saw him. 

You saw him - you know what he’s been doing. Know how he’s been creeping on you, watching you through your window at night when you’re supposed to be alone. Know that he’s seen you dance in your room, twirling around as the music moves through you, naked and carefree as the day you were born.

You know that he’s seen you touch yourself . . . and has touched himself to the sight in return.

His hands fly up to cover his face, the cool skin of his hands doing nothing to calm the fire blazing on his cheeks as he groans in distress.

Neteyam looks over at him from where he’s kneeling and carving some new arrows for his bow, hairless brows furrowed in worry. “Are you okay?”

Lo’ak groans again, muffled by the hard press of his palms before he rips his hands away. “No, bro. I’m not okay. I’m so far from okay,”

“What did you do?”

“Fucked up,” Lo’ak grunts and crosses his arms across his chest, just to do something with them. “I fucked up bad.”

Neteyam just continues to look at him, waiting for him to continue with a slight arch of his brow. 

“So, I watch y/n through her window at night sometimes . . .”

“Oh, Great Mother,”

“Shut up! I know,” Lo’ak snaps, hands flying back up to cover his face. “I know. But she caught me. She caught me, bro! What the fuck do I do?”

There’s a pause of silence before Neteyam bursts out laughing, earning a frustrated hiss from Lo’ak and two solid middle fingers.

“You’re not fucking helping,” Lo’ak growls.

“How am I supposed to help you?” Neteyam asks, still trying to stifle his mirth. “You’re fucked, brother. You messed up and now you’re going to have to reap the consequences of your actions.”

“She’s going to kill me! She’s already looking for me. I heard her asking Kiri if she knew where I was,”

Neteyam shrugs. “Just get it over with. Apologize to her. Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think,”

Lo’ak bites his lip, pressure building in his chest as he thinks of all the ways this could go so bad. 

What if you told Kiri what he did? Neteyam can laugh it off because he’s got his own little obsession going on with another Na’vi girl, so he understands the desperate need to constantly see her and be around her. Kiri, on the other hand - she’s a girl. She wouldn’t understand. She’d feel violated, angry at a fellow female being objectified and put in a compromising position. She’d never look at him the same way. 

Or what if you told his dad? Jake would be so upset with him. He would be even more of a disappointment to his father than he already is.

“Can you just,” Lo’ak grits out through clenched teeth. “Can you just help me?” 

“Maybe you can just say you were out for a walk and thought you heard something?” Neteyam tries, going back to his carving. “You just wanted to make sure everything was okay, right? No harm done. Sounds believable,”

“I was, uh- touching myself . . . when she caught me,”

“Yeah, but that window is higher up, right? So she only saw your face?”

Lo’ak grimaces, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Yeah, but– I left my tewng there though,”

Neteyam stops his carving and stares at Lo’ak, deadpan expression covering his face. “You can’t be helped,”

Lo’ak avoids you as best as he can, but it’s hard. 

You’re everywhere all of a sudden. Helping his grandmother in the Tsahìk’s tent, assisting the cooks with skinning and cutting the various meats and fruits for the communal last meal, even offering to watch Tuk a couple of times (which gave Lo’ak the scare of his life when he was about to enter his family’s tent only to hear your sweet voice giggle from inside it).

He’s trying his best to stay away, purposefully taking the long way around where he knows you’ll be just to avoid you seeing him. He avoids dinner a few times, feigning illness. And when he is at dinner, he makes sure to stay close to his family who he’s hopeful can act as a buffer between him and the knife you’re sure to use when you try to dismember him. 

But he can’t stay away for long. The constant need to be around you is too much. He needs to see you, to hear your beautiful voice and experience the way the world is just brighter, happier, better when you’re around. Before he was able to just exist in your presence, never really the center of your attention, but sometimes he was blessed enough to have your eyes locked on his for a few seconds, blunt teeth grinning up at him as your plump lips wrapped around the words ‘Hi, Lo’ak,”. 

And it was enough - enough interaction for him to be able to go back to his family’s hut, slide the privacy curtain shut in his alcove and shove his hand in his tewng, thinking about your pretty smile and your soft voice saying his name as he fists his cock like an animal. Your words, a never ending mantra of Hi, Lo’ak, echoing in his ears as he ruts into his hand faster, whining and moaning as he fucks his fist, his own whimpers of ‘fuck’ and ‘hi’ filling the alcove as he prays to Eywa that no one else is home to hear his shame. 

He can’t not be around you. He needs you, needs you like he needs air in his lungs to breathe. So, this whole avoiding you thing? It’s not working for him. He can’t go on like this - can’t keep creeping around his own village, hiding behind huts and trees, and trying to move stealthily among his fellow clan members in hopes that you won’t see him. He wants you to see him - wants your beautiful, shining eyes looking up at him. He wants to stare back into their depths as you tell him those three words he longs to hear, and have them actually be the meaning he hopes for and not just ‘I see you . . . looking at me through my window’.

He makes it about a week before things hit the fan. 

Tonight is night for celebration - three new members of the clan have been reborn, joining the rank of Warriors and becoming one of The People after successfully completing their iknimaya. The celebration is grand, music and dancing fill the center of the village as the clan celebrates the success of their young members. As the son of the Olo’eyktan and a fellow warrior himself, Lo’ak is required to attend. 

He knows you see him. He’s already impossible to miss, standing next to his father who is wearing his feathered, ceremonial attire - but for the first time that week, you’re not actively trying to get to him. Instead, it’s almost like you’re back in your room, by yourself, and unknowingly giving him a private dance just for him. 

Lo’ak watches you from across the fire as you dance in the flickering orange glow of the flames. Your small body moves in time with the beat of the song, hips swaying as you copy the movements of the Na’vi around you, and Lo’ak can’t help the way his heart pounds at the sight of you dancing to the traditional songs of his people. 

His mouth goes dry as the song turns you to the side and raises your arms up high over your head, granting him the sight of the entire length of your body all stretched out and on display. You're dressed in traditional Omatikaya clothes, the band of the tewng wrapped low around your hips, the extra length of the string dragging almost hypnotically across your thigh with each movement. Kiri must have helped you with the top, the beadwork into carefully draped feathering looks similar to hers, and the feathers fall perfectly over your just barely concealed breasts. 

Lo’ak’s eyes follow the tempting swell at the side of your chest, down the soft looking skin of your ribs and onto the seductive swing of your hips. And he wants. Wants so badly to kneel in front of you, grab your swaying hips in his big hands and drag you closer so he can feel the movement under his fingertips. But then your body turns to the other side and his eyes fall to the piece of fabric you have tucked under the band of your tewng. A very familiar piece of blue fabric - and a feeling of horror washes over him as he realizes you have his lost tewng nestled tightly against your hip. 

His eyes snap back to your face and he chokes on air when he finds you staring back, your own eyes, even hidden behind the glass of your mask, are intense and piercing in the flickering glow of the fire as you stare him down, never breaking your dance. Lo’ak shuffles back, accidentally bumping into Neteyam in his haste to get away from your unrelenting gaze, and Neteyam hisses as his swoasey is jostled, spilling a good bit of its contents on the ground and his feet. 

“What the fu–”

“Sorry! Shit, I’m–” Lo’ak stutters, eyes flickering between Neteyam’s irritated glare and your smirking figure. “Sorry, bro. I gotta go,”

He doesn’t give Neteyam a chance to answer before he’s turning and making a beeline for his family’s hut with his tail tucked between his legs. 

He makes it to the hut in record time, throwing open the thick front flaps and crossing the main living area with only a few long strides. He enters his alcove, scrubbing his hands over his face with a loud groan. Fuck! What is he supposed to do? You have his tewng - you were looking right at him, you wanted him to know you had it. He should be terrified, should be on his knees begging you for forgiveness, to have mercy on him and keep quiet about his transgressions and promise that he will leave you alone forever. 

But instead, his body feels hot, panic somehow ebbing away into desire. There has to be something wrong with his brain, this is not a normal reaction to the situation - but his body disagrees as he starts to harden in his tewng. 

You looked so beautiful dancing in front of the fire, like a goddess sent to him by Eywa herself. The way you looked in Na’vi clothing, the small, barely there traditional clothing of his people hanging onto your body like the worst kind of temptation. The band of the tewng hanging low on your hips, the curve of your ass peeking out from the back flap of material. That’s wrong, his brain says. Tewngs shouldn’t have a cover in the back like that. Traditional tewngs only have the front cover, so you should remove yours - if only to be correct in your Na’vi wear and bare your perfect ass for him to see instead of just the tease of it. 

He’s seen you in less, of course - but he’s never seen you bare so much skin purposefully before. His hands leave his face, balling into fists at his sides for a moment as he grinds his teeth together before he turns and snaps the privacy curtain shut to his alcove. His fingers work at the knots on his tewng, pulling it off and throwing it across the room as he lies down on his sleeping mat. 

Lo’ak’s hand slides down his stomach, breathing already labored as he wraps his hand around his cock. His eyes slip shut as he starts to stroke, visions of you immediately manifesting behind his dark lids. Images of you, on your knees, crawling towards him as he strokes himself - desire darkening your eyes as you watch him with hooded lids as you crawl closer. He whines as he watches you get closer and closer, focusing on your gorgeous face as you bite your lip, how the woven armband adorned with pretty purple beads hugs your bicep, and how your thighs and ass moves seductively with each forward movement just perfect enough to put him in a trance. 

The vision of you stops just in front of him, kneeling up and pulling his lost tewng from underneath your band. It must be so warm, having been pressed against your hip the entire celebration - warmed up with your body heat, pressed against your soft skin and covered in your scent. 

“This yours?” You say, slowly dragging the blue material across the top of your thighs, and Lo’ak moans, stroking himself faster as he watches you tease your skin with his tewng. 

You slide the material over your belly, letting it tickle your skin as you trail it up your ribs. “How many times have you cum in this very loincloth while thinking about me, hm?” You say, sliding the material higher until part of it disappears under the feathers of your top, nudging the bottom of your breast. “Lo’ak?” 

He groans, feet planting on the ground as his hips start to kick up, fucking into his fist. His breath catches in his throat when you drop his tewng and lean over him, arms on either side of his head, maskless face just inches away from his - lips just a breath away from his own. “Lo’ak,”

“Hah-y/n,” He moans, and he wants you to kiss him, wants this to be real so badly so you can kiss him. Just a little more . . . c'mon, just a little more.

“Lo’ak!”

His eyes snap open at the call, the very real call that’s coming from the entrance of his alcove and panic claws inside his throat at the sight of you just standing there, eyebrows raised in surprise, one hand still holding open the privacy curtain. 

It takes his brain a few seconds to catch up with reality, but when it does he hisses out a curse, scrambling into a seated position, hands desperately trying to cover himself despite the whole eyefull you’re also still recovering from. You recover faster than he does though, and you step into the room, letting the curtain fall closed again behind you.

“I brought you this,” You say, pulling the extra blue tewng from your hip and tossing it towards Lo’ak. He makes no attempt to catch it, hands still trying to cover his unaffected, throbbing erection, and the material flutters to the ground at his side. “You left it at the lab when you . . . you know.”

Your eyes rake over his naked form and your hands find a place on your hips. “You seemed like you were having a lot of fun. Who were you thinking about?”

The knowing tone of your voice makes the tips of Lo’ak’s ears burn as they press against his head. 

“You thinking about me, Lo’ak?”

The sound he lets out doesn’t have a meaning - just a short, stifled sound of embarrassment as he tries to force out something. Anything. But the only thing he can manage is a way to quiet and stuttered version of “S-sorry,”

You smirk at his apology, pretty lips curling into a wicked grin as you hum noncommittally. He watches with wide eyes as you saunter around his room, peeking in his personal areas as if you had a right to be there, before you turn and lean back against the wall in front of him.

“Don’t be sorry,” You say, arms crossing over your chest. “Be even,”

Lo’ak’s brows scrunch up, his ears flickering slightly in confusion. “W-what?”

“Be. Even.” You repeat. “You got a private show who knows how many times. Now I want one, with my own front row seat. It’s only fair,”

Lo’ak’s head is spinning. You can’t possibly be saying what he thinks you're saying. You want him to . . . touch himself? With you watching?

“What’s wrong, Lo?” You ask, your voice mocking as you pout at him. “You get off on watching, but not being watched?”

“I just– I-I don’t,”

“Hey,” You interrupt, expression switching from teasing to sincere in a second. “Just relax, okay? Just keep doing what you were doing. Show off for me a little,”

Lo’ak’s breathing is shaky as he steels himself, slowly lowering himself to lie back on the mat. One of his hands moves to uncover himself, balling into a nervous fist against his sternum. His other hand wraps around his cock again, long fingers encircling the thick, hard length as his eyes stay glued to your watching form. 

Your eyes watch hungrily as he gives himself an uncertain stroke, the pretty lavender tip of his cock disappearing under his fist before reappearing again as he holds himself at the base. Your back slides down the wall as you lower yourself to the floor, your legs crossed in front of you as you lean forward for a closer look. 

“Keep going,”

Your demand comes out firm, soft voice caressing his eardrums as the demand goes straight to his cock. His eyes stay locked on your face as he strokes himself again and again, a needy whine threatening to burst from his throat as he watches you watch him. He wishes you could get rid of the mask so he can see your face more clearly, but even slightly obstructed with the glass of the mask, he can see the desire written all over it. 

You desire him. You desire him? The knowledge takes the air from his lungs as he fists his cock faster. He pulls away for a moment so he can spit in his hand and he watches as your eyes follow the movement when he wraps his wet fingers around his cock again, smearing the wetness along the heated skin. 

“Yeah, baby. Get it all wet for me,” Your hands make their way to your top, fingers playing with the feathers there. “You want a little more motivation?”

Lo’ak’s hand pauses on his cock as he watches in awe as you push some of the feathers of your top to the side, perfect round breasts suddenly on display for his eager eyes. It’s a beautiful sight - the look of your perky tits framed by colorful feathers, a few rogue feathers hanging between the valley of your breasts. 

“Ah, ah,” You tisk. “I didn’t say stop.”

He gulps as he starts up his pace again, his fist twisting over the sensitive tip on each upstroke. His quiet moans and groans are like music to your ears, and you wish he would be louder so your human ears can pick up on them better. You want the sounds of his pleasure to fill up the room. You bet he would be so vocal if he would just let himself go.

“Don’t hide your noises,” You tell him. “They’re so pretty, Lo. Be louder for me. They make me so wet,” 

His responding whimper is significantly louder and more desperate as he watches you spread your thighs. You flip the front flap of your tewng over your thigh to keep it out of the way and pull the privacy cover to the side. Lo’ak’s mouth waters at the sight. You weren’t lying - you are wet. He can see the way your folds glisten even from across the small room. 

“Y/n,” He moans, and his cock throbs in his grip. 

“You like what you see, yawne?” 

The use of the Na’vi term of endearment makes his heart pound, and his stomach tightens as he feels the telltale signs of his orgasm approaching. Your fingers dip down into your wetness, sliding along your dripping slit before dipping inside and circling your clit. You’re so wet already that Lo’ak’s able to pick up on the squelching sounds your juices make, ears twitching as your fingers rub against the pulsing nub. Slowly, you run your fingers back down your slit, circling your entrance before pushing inside.

Lo’ak bites out a curse as the squelching sounds get louder, and he spits in his palm again to add it to the mess of precum on his cock just to make it extra wet so he can imagine it’s your pretty cunt he’s thrusting into and not his fist. His hips jerk, trying to fuck his hand faster, and the pressure in his belly is building and building, threatening to snap at any second as he watches you fuck yourself with your fingers, enraptured. 

“You close, Lo’ak?” You ask, breathy.

“Mhm,” He moans. “So close. Going to cum,”

At his admission, you pull your fingers out, curling a wet finger at him in a come-hither motion. “Nuh-uh, not yet. Come here,”

He whines at your words, his body mourning the loss of stimulation as he pauses his hand on his cock. He doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want to stop, but can’t find it in himself to disobey your order. What if you make him stop completely? What if this was just a huge game of payback and you don’t let him cum at all?

You raise your eyebrow at his hesitance, voice low and seductive as you say, “Don’t you wanna taste me first?”

He should be embarrassed by how quickly he rips his hand away and scrambles onto his hands and knees as he gapes at you, desperate. “Please! Y/n, please,”

“Come here,” You say again, and this time, Lo’ak doesn’t hesitate. 

He crawls across the room and is in front of you in a second, and you stand up from the floor as he settles on his heels in front of you. In this position, the size difference is stark. Even sitting back on his heels, he still towers over you. His breathing is heavy as he stares down at you, amber eyes swallowed up by the bottomless pits of his pupils. 

“You can touch me,” You whisper, and he feels something snap inside him.

He leans down, pressing hot kisses against the side of your neck. You hum at the feeling of his lips on your skin. His warm tongue slides against your skin, savoring the taste of you on his taste buds as he licks across your collarbone and, oh, Great Mother, you taste so much better than he’d ever imagined. He breaks contact just for a moment to skip over the places that your top is still covering, mouth latching onto the top of your breast as he bites down lightly on the supple skin, canines digging into the round flesh as you gasp, and then soothing the marks with a gentle kiss. 

“Lo’ak,” You say, your small hand caressing his jaw and angling his face up towards yours. “That’s not where I meant.”

He groans, stealing a quick kiss at your nipple just to feel it before he hauls you up high against the wall. He has you spread out in front of him, one tip-toed foot planted on his thigh for balance while your other leg is thrown over his shoulder. His hands shake from where they’re gripping on to your thigh and calf, nervous excitement ripping through him as he breathes in the smell of your arousal. You look like a goddess above him, a creation so beautiful that sometimes he wonders if he’s actually crazy and he just made you up in his head. But you’re here, above him, spread out for him like the most mouthwatering feast - and he wants to devour you. 

One of your hands cradles the side of his head, sweeping the stray braids away from in front of his eyes, while the other adjusts your tewng and pulls the privacy cover to the side again. Immediately, he digs in - tongue lapping at your soaked folds like a man starved. You taste so sweet, like the most delicious treat, and Lo’ak’s eyes roll back into his head as he greedily gulps down your juices. His tongue flicks against your clit before he wraps his lips around the swollen bud, sucking harshly and returning your high pitched moans with a groan of his own.

“Yes, yes,” You cry. “Feels so good, Lo! So good,”

Your hand moves from the side of his face to fist into the loose braids at the back of his head, beads clanking together as you twist them around your fingers, holding his head against your core as if he would ever dare pull away. His cock throbs, needy and forgotten as it hangs between his thighs. He can feel how precum drips from its tip, beading up on the head before it becomes too much and runs down the underside of his cock. 

The hand on your calf wraps around his aching length instead, stroking quick and rough as he digs his face into your pussy. But all too soon you’re pulling his head away, grip firm on his braids as he’s reluctantly pulled away from your core, and he whines in dismay when you maneuver yourself back down to the floor.

“Relax,” You giggle, laughing at his forlorn expression. “I’ll give it back. Lie down,” You press your hand to his shoulder, guiding him to lay back on the floor as you kneel next to his head. “Keep being a good boy for me, okay?”

He nods frantically, eager to continue to please you. He’ll always be a good boy for you, the best boy. He’d do anything for you if you let him. 

His breathing hitches when you toss your leg over him, thighs straddling his head, puffy pussy just a breath away from his face. His hands grip the tops of your thighs, pressing you down on him as his mouth impatiently latches back onto your core. Your own hands press against his flat stomach, balancing yourself on his body as you gaze out at the long expanse of toned muscled before you. 

Lo’ak’s cock is hard and thick against his belly, precum oozing from the pretty lavender tip and into a puddle just below his belly button. You watch as it jumps occasionally, the line of precum connecting his cock to his stomach even as it lifts up slightly just to settle back down on his stomach. 

You lean forward more, arm reaching out with fingers outstretched and Lo’ak whimpers loudly against your pussy when your fingers make contact with his neglected cock, the vibrations sending shivers through your body as you moan in response. 

“You’re so big, Lo’ak,” You say, hips rocking on his face while your fingers trail lightly over the sticky, swollen head. It twitches against your fingers. “You’d stretch me out so good.”

He whines against your cunt, long fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as his feet plant themselves on the ground. His hips kick up, desperately trying to get more of your touch on his aching cock - but you stay teasing, just the brush of gentle fingertips as they trail up and down the heated length. 

His tongue works against you faster, more and more desperate the more your tiny fingers tease his cock. He can feel the build up of his orgasm rapidly approaching again, and he twists his hips frantically as he wordlessly pleads against your cunt for you to touch him properly. He wants your tiny hand to wrap around his cock like he’s always dreamed about, wants to feel how your fingers can’t even wrap around him completely because you're so small.

But you don’t - instead your fingers make their way back up to the head, rubbing firm circles against the sensitive frenulum, and Lo’ak’s entire body tenses as his orgasm rips through him, rope after rope of release shooting onto his stomach as he cries against your folds. 

You don’t give him anytime to recover, and he’s still shaking through the aftershocks when you hump faster against his face, using his mouth as your own personal toy as you chase after your own orgasm. Your back arches when it hits, thighs clamping down on either side of his head as you ride it out on his tongue, and he must have died at some point during this encounter - he must be dead, because the only way to describe how perfect this is, how amazing you taste when you cum - only this kind of euphoria can be found in whatever release of energy that Eywa promises at the end of life. 

When your orgasm is over, you slowly lift off of Lo’ak’s face and settle down next to him on the floor. He’s still shivering and shaking as you both lay there. He’s exhausted, but his eyes stay open despite how much they want to close and sleep now. He doesn’t want to lose a second of this. What if he falls asleep and this was all just a dream?

But then you look over at him, beautiful and fucked out looking in your afterglow, and a wicked grin stretches across your face. “That was fun. You should come visit me at the lab again. But this time, come through the door this time, yeah?”

**Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!

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Once In A Lifetime

W.C.- 3 k

prompt 103. -I won't let you down.

prompt 107. -I haven’t seen you in a long time.

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June 17th 2011, a date that was etched in your brain forever, for it was the day you met your soulmate. In a large town situated in the northeast of Australia, a shy Swedish girl met an outgoing Aussie girl, roughly her age.

It was hard not to notice the gorgeous girl, and even harder for your 7 year old self not to stare at her. The way her movements were so gracious made you slightly envious, the ball at her feet moving smoothly as she kicked it back and forth. 

The ball smacking you right in the face breaks you out of the trance the girl with the pretty eyes had put you in, the sudden momentum brings you down to the ground. Your parents, like always, weren’t paying you any attention, they wanted you to be ‘independent’.

“I’m so sorry! I was just trying to kick the ball at the goal but it went over, and I’m sorry.” The pretty girl was kneeling beside you, her eyes locked on yours. Dora had taught you a lot, but not how to decipher quickly strung together sentences of pretty girls with Australian accents.

“It is…no problem?” The nameless girl helps you into a sitting position, her eyebrows knitting together at the strange dialect that came with your words. It was foreign, that much she knew.

“I’m Mary” She sticks out a hand towards you eagerly, nearly thrusting it in your face. You grasp her warm hand in yours tentatively, sweaty palm meeting hers.

“My name is Y/n.” You reply, face red hot from the heat of the new country and from the girl in front of you.

“So, Y/n , do you want to play football with me?” She flashes you her pearly whites in a full face smile. Mary points down at the ball laying haphazardly beside you, picking it up and throwing it between her fingertips.

She smiles again when your head moves up and down frantically, pulling you back up on your feet as she leads you onto the pitch. 

“Okay, you go in the goal!” She points at the goal of the small pitch, barely letting you get between the posts before she sends a ball towards you.

The sky turns dark after a couple of hours of throwing yourself on the ground to prevent the ball from rolling into the goal. You had improved greatly in the last few hours, that much Mary could admit.

“Hey Y/n, come here tomorrow at 12!” She calls out to your retreating form, seeing your thumb pointing upwards in agreement. 

And in between the goalposts she found you the day after, t-shirt and shorts letting the rough pitch scratch at your arms and legs as you threw yourself left and right.

“Where are you from?” She asks one day, sitting beside you on that pitch you’d first met each other only months before. Your English has greatly improved, with the help of the pretty girl beside you of course.

“Sweden” Short and curt, there were days where you just couldn’t find it in you to string together more than a few words.

“Can you teach me Swedish?!” Mary asks excitedly, the now 8 year old you smiling up at the slightly taller girl. She throws her arms around your shoulders when you nod, your back hitting the ground with a soft thud.

You wrap your arms around the older girl, albeit reluctantly. Affectionate touch isn’t something you were used to.

Days, weeks, months and eventually, years passed. Mary and you stayed best friends all throughout the phases of growing up. The chemistry you had on and off the pitch confused most people, they’d see you with your arms around each other, lips pressed to the other’s hairline or cheek. There was barely anything platonic there left, and everyone except you two seemed to know.

The once innocent 7 and 8 year old girls were now two deeply (and secretly) in love 13 and 14 year olds. The two of you were peas in a pod, never able to find one without the other, well until that dreadful October night.

Four knocks in rapid succession wakes the sleeping girl, the firm taps to her window differing from the soft patter of the rain against her roof.

She rubs her eyes sleepily, turning her desk lamp on as she makes her way over to the window. The blinds cover your devastated expression, although not for very long as she pulls them back, revealing your tearstained face.

The window opens with a creak, Mary grabbing the back of your hoodie to drag you in through the small opening. You hit the floor with a loud thud, groaning as your shoulder smashes into the hard ground.

Sitting up, you lean back against the corner of her soft bed, the soft bed you’d slept in so many times before. You refuse to meet the forward’s gaze, tears welling up in your eyes at the mere thought of telling her.

She throws herself down next to you, Mary’s arm pulling your body into her own. The simple touch releases the floodgates, sobs echoing around the room, her hand moving up and down your arm soothingly. 

“What’s happening, huh? Why are you so upset?” Mary’s heart broke at seeing you so sad, so devastated. 

“I’m fucking moving” The words are hardly audible, mumbled into her shoulder through sobs. Tears slip down your face, colouring the Australian’s sleep shirt a darker shade of blue.

“What?! No, this is some joke. Where?” Her hand stills for a few seconds before she continues her ministrations. 

“Back to Sweden. They got a ‘better job’ there, they never think of how I’m going to react, they just say yes to anything.” You cry to the older girl, who clutches you that much tighter, her head laying on top of yours.

“When do you go?” She whispers into the damp October air, lips moving to the sound of her own voice. Sniffling fills the tense silence, moving your hand up wipe away the salty tears painting tracks down your face. It comes down to land on her knee, gripping it with all your might.

“Umm…two weeks or something.” She brings one of your hands up to her lips, pressing them to the back of it. Neither of you were ready to live without the other, you were dependent upon each other. 

“Well then lovely, we’ll just have to make these next two weeks the best ever possible.” Her body pulls away from yours, starring you right in the eyes. 

Neither you nor Mary anticipate it. It just happens naturally, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that has fireworks exploding in your stomach. The delicate embrace is a confession of love, a promise to love each other forever, even if it’s from afar.

It’s simple, the love you share. It’s deeper than an ‘I love you’, deeper than the deepest point of the earth. And yet the simplicity didn’t explain why, how, when, or anything really. It was just there, underlying.

The two weeks are spent sharing kisses with your best friend under the sheets of her bed. Thankfully, Mary’s parents had basically unofficially adopted you, so they had no problem with you staying with them until you had to move. 

Your parents barely even noticed your absence, too caught up in work to even think of you.

With everything you had to leave in Australia, you left part of your heart. The people around you, your family, and most importantly, Mary.

“Promise me you’ll go all the way beautiful. That you’ll become the best.” You whisper in her ear, about to go through security. The resentment you held for your parents had quadrupled the last few weeks, your home wasn’t in Sweden anymore, it was in Australia. It was in the form of a brown eyed beauty that had captured both your heart and soul.

“I promise lovely, I won’t let you down.” She looks around, your parents as always were preoccupied with their phones, and hers? They looked away as soon as she shot them a look.

Your person takes hold of your face and places one last kiss to your lips, taking her time to make sure you feel all her love in the kiss.

“Hey, beautiful! You’ll always be my person!” She turns around, flashing you one of her signature smiles, tears streaming down her face like they were down yours.

With one last wave, the best chapter of your life closes. 

“Kom igen Y/n, det är tid att åka hem.” Your ‘mother’ tries to give you a reassuring smile, her bony hand laying on your shoulder.

It falls with a swift movement from you, tearing your shoulder away from her.

“Sverige är inte mitt hem längre M/n, Australien är.” You mutter angrily, your mother’s firm glare locked on you.

“Y/n Y/l/n, jag vet att det inte är den bästa situationen för dig just nu, men vi är dina föräldrar och vi bestämmer.” The man who dared to call himself your father told you sternly.

“Mycket till föräldrar har ni ju inte varit, en sten hade gjort ett bättre jobb än er två.” The two strangers in front of you look at each other, not caring enough to reprimand you. They didn’t know you either.

Hugging the blanket Mary had given you the night before closer to your chest, you could feel the love radiating off it.

———

A few years in Sweden and you were back home, back in Australia. 

As soon as you turned 18 you moved out, changing your last name to one of your grandmother's maiden name, your so called parents had nothing to do with your footballing success. After all, you had signed your first professional contract at the age of 16.

And apparently you had a worthy enough season with your team that you were called up for the World Cup.

Of course you had your emotional support blanket with you, the old thing had lost all of her scent long ago and yet it was still there with you as a good luck charm.

“Y/n how are you not falling asleep right now?” Nathalie Björn questions you, seemingly amazed by your ability to stay awake for hours upon end.

“BabyBjörn have you forgotten that I’ve done this so many times before?” She looks at you astonished, maybe you had forgotten to tell them after all…

“Did I forget to tell you all that I lived in Australia for nearly seven years?” You ask, scratching your head in confusion.

“WHAT” “NÄE DET GJORDE DU JU INTE” and more expressions of surprise cling out through the plane. 

“I have pictures to back me up, wait a sec and I’ll pull them up.” Your computer holds all your old memories, all the pictures flooding from the folder you had them in.

The interested parties crowd around your seat, pushing and shoving each other for a better view.

“Right so this is at the airport, basically the only picture my biological parents took. I think I was seven there.”

You continue to click through the photos, narrating as you go along. When you eventually reach the last one, the questions start flooding in.

“Who’s that girl in all the pictures?” One of them asks, you turning to look at your captain in confusion.

“Me?”

“No, the other girl” She slaps the back of your head lightly.

“Oh, she’s the best person I’ve ever met, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her.” The soft smile that paints your lips at the thought of her made your teammates smile too.

“You were in love?” Another one of the yellow clad players asks, them all having seen the pure love in your eyes as you looked at the pictures of the girl.

“Am” The team decided to leave you alone after that, you deciding to look at the pictures in the folder once again.

“Is it just me or did that girl look like Mary Fowler?” Filippa asks Björn, the two of them agreeing silently. 

—————

Getting knocked out in the semifinal hurt. You were nearly there, in the final. But now you had no choice but to settle for the bronze medal match.

Like usual, you were starting on the bench. You couldn’t even be mad at the decision, Zesse had been playing magnificently all tournament long.

As the first goal came along you were screaming and jumping up from your seat, causing complete ruckus. One step closer to victory. 

At halftime the elation can be felt all throughout the locker room, many slapping Zesse’s  back for her incredible saves so far. The tactics and pep talk reinforces the spirit of the team before the second half begins.

In the 47th minute the host country gets a corner, a corner that results in your goalie laying on the pitch, clutching her head.

The medics are out quick, your coach looking at you. 

“Y/n, go stretch, you’re going on.” The coach tells you, the bright bib being pulled off hastily. The substitution board goes up, showing off your number to be subbed in.

You feel the eyes of thousands on you, maybe the most people you’d ever had look at you, and yet her eyes are the ones you want to look at you the most.

The eyes that captured your soul all those years ago, the eyes you ultimately met when you walked past her and onto the pitch. The eyes that didn’t quite seem to recognize you fully, the eyes that scanned your tall frame.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of Australians, you had what might’ve been the best game of your lifetime, leading your team to victory over the hosting nation.

Loud cheers in Swedish follow the three loud beeps of the whistle, the bronze medal finally yours. You run towards your friends, capturing them in big bear hugs and spinning them around.

But when you look at the Australians, more specifically Mary, you don’t have it in you to celebrate anymore. Instead you approach a few of them who are standing up, conversing quietly with tentative steps.

You speak up quietly, telling them that they did amazingly and even getting a few compliments in return. But the women could see that your eyes were drifting away from them every few seconds and towards one of their teammates. Excusing yourself politely, you make your way over to her sitting form.

You plop yourself down beside her, arms over your knees as your fingers pick at the grass. You can feel her eyes studying you, looking at your side profile. 

“I’m sorry for not keeping in touch with you beautiful, it was pretty hard when you didn’t have a phone.” Your eyes are fixated on a ball in the distance.

Her sniffles remind you of when you told her you were moving, only this time it’s you who pulls her crying form into your now taller body.

 It’s only when you look into her eyes properly that she seems to recognise you fully.

“Y/n?!” Reminiscent of all those times when you were younger, the older girl throws herself into your arms, yours wrapping around her protectively. Her tears wets the skin between your shoulder and neck, the two of you laying on a pitch like you always had been.

“I know pretty girl, we haven’t seen each other in a long time.” She smiles up at you, rolling off your body and onto the floor. 

Holding hands, the two of you can’t help but catch up. It had been a few years since you’d talked after all.

“I’m proud of you and the person you’ve turned out to be, Y/n.” The tear that falls down your cheek is wiped away by the girl, hands warm as ever.

“I’m proud of you too, Mary.” 

“Can I get your shirt?” She asks timidly, hands fiddling with her own.

“Of course love” Taking it off and handing it to her, you’re standing in only the usual sports bra, waiting for her to give you the Australian jersey that sits upon her shoulders. Instead you see her eyes shifting to the left, mischievous spark lighting them up.

In a millisecond, she takes off running with your shirt still in her hand. Chasing after her, you’re not nearly as fast as the forward and still you chase her, yearning for the usual laughter that follows it.

The freeing feeling of running around the pitch catches up to you, Mary’s laughter echoing in your ears. It makes you laugh too, in the end you’re both laying on the ground laughing like maniacs.

“Can I get your jersey now, beautiful?” You ask when the laughter has died down, her hands moving to peel her jersey from her body. When it’s off she hands it to you, putting yours on.

“You look good in Swedish colours, beautiful.” You kiss her hand softly, twirling her around so that you can see her from all angles. 

“And you’d look even better in Aussie ones, love.” You hummed in response, looking around at your teammates who had looked on in confusion.

“I think we might need to tell them all why we’re hugging and laughing” Her hands clutch onto your arm as you lead her over to your team.

"Tjejer, det här är flickan från bilderna.” You tell them, the girl beside you waving timidly in your goalkeeper kit.

“Hej!” She says, the other women around you lighting up at her use of the Swedish greeting.

As everyone else is talking with your girl, you can’t take your eyes off her. But you do see the satisfied expression on Angeldahl’s face as she nods to Björn. Those two were always up to something…

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Translations;

Kom igen Y/n, det är tid att åka hem - Come on Y/n, it's time to go home.

Sverige är inte mitt hem längre M/n, Australien är - Sweden's not my home anymore M/n, Australia is

Y/n Y/l/n, jag vet att det inte är den bästa situationen för dig just nu, men vi är dina föräldrar och vi bestämmer - Y/n Y/l/n, I know that this situation isn't ideal for you, bur we're your parents and we decide what's best.

Mycket till föräldrar har ni ju inte varit, en sten hade gjort ett bättre jobb än er två. - You two are barely my parents, a rock could've done a better job at raising me than you two.

BabyBjörn - a type of baby carrier from sweden

NÄE DET GJORDE DU JU INTE - NO YOU DIDN'T

Hej - Hi

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𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤 - 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Ma Wari y Jake.” You called them softly. “Come with me.”

The two men looked at each other confused, and followed you to your marui pod. For weeks you had banned them from entering your pod, since you had been working on a project you wanted to surprise them with. 

“Close your eyes.” You warned them as they came closer to the pod. They exchanged a quick glance before closing their eyes. You grabbed their hands and guided them to the entrance of your home. “Open.” The two opened their eyes and softly smiled. “Surprise!”

You showed them the large mat you had created, big enough for the three of you to sleep in. You had voiced your concern about not being able to sleep with the two of them at the same time, so why not solve the problem yourself? You ran and kneeled into the mat, spreading yourself out belly first into the plush. “FInally, a more spacious place to sleep, and we can all have sleepovers.”

That same night, the three of you rushed to test the comfortability of the mat you’d created. Tonowari laid down for three minutes before he was out.. You watched him softly snore, getting the well-deserved rest he needed as Olo'eyktan.

Jake laid behind you with a single arm draped around your torso. He was silent, but the stillness of his body indicated he was asleep. Jake slept like a rock, but it was very comforting when you slept alongside him. 

Since the pair snatched you away from singledom weeks ago, life had been amazing. Tonowari and you performed shahaylu, since Jake had already done it once. “It’s only fair.” He said when you were concerned about leaving him out. He kept reassuring you all the way up to the ceremony that he would still love and mate with you as if you have bonded. The three of you have yet to mate. Disappointing right? Things have gotten seemingly busier for the three of you, and some days you went without seeing each other. You were ready though, but you told yourself that you would wait until your two lovers were ready.

Thoughts like these swelled your head as it became hard to sleep. You attempted to twist into another position, but Jake’s arm was locked tight. You huffed, and looked down towards the pod entrance, watching how the moon's light danced over the waves of the ocean. You softly smiled, and placed your hand on top of Jakes, slowly stroking his knuckles.

“What are you still doing awake?” A low groggy voice tickled your ears. Jake leaned over you, locs falling over your shoulder and neck. “Oh did I wake you Jake?” You said remorsefully. 

“I was never sleep.”

“That explains the lack of snoring.” 

“I don't snore.” Jake rebutted. You smiled and pinched his hand softly before scooting back into him. “What were you thinking about?”

“Our relationship so far.” You whispered.

“Hm. Are you satisfied with everything?” 

“Of course Ma Jake. I'm ready to burst with happiness every morning.”

“You lying to me?”

“What? No! Why would I lie to you Jake?”

Jake's hands lingered, but the warmth of his hand traveled,  up and down alongside your torso, then up to your breasts where he squeezed. “Because we haven’t touched you yet.” 

“Jake!’ You exclaimed. “Just because we haven’t…properly mated doesn’t mean I'm any less satisfied.” He wriggled his hand under your top and took your nipple between his two fingers, twisting and pulling at the nub. You pressed into him more, throwing your head back and ghosting your hand over his. “Even without  shahaylu I can feel you Y/n. I can feel your frustration, your desperation, your yearning.” He whispered in your ear. “You’re too scared to ask us to relieve you, and by the looks of it you haven’t had the time to relieve yourself. Have you?”

“No Jake.” You moaned. “Shh!” He hushed you, “ You don’t wanna wake your Olo'eyktan do you?”

“No.” You whimpered. At that, Jake scooted back to allow you to lay flat on your back. His hand left your breast and trailed down your navel, your torso, to the edge of your loincloth. “You stay quiet and I'll reward you. Wake him, and I'll leave ya hanging.” Jake said in your ear. His fingers reached beyond your waist band, and made contact with your slick. Instinctively your legs rose, knees bent and spread for your warrior to access. You closed your eyes, and embraced the small of pleasure that pulsed through your pussy.

 Jake's strokes were slow, torturous. Stroking up your entrance, he stopped at your clit, pressing slightly and rubbing circles among the bud. You hissed, turning your head to the side and burying your face in his broad chest. You whimpered into him as he continued your attack on your clit. Faster, faster, until he stopped. You let out a dejected groan, and he chuckled. “I haven't even gotten started sweetheart.”

His fingers grazed between your folds before poking at your entrance. He teased your hole, sticking the tip of his finger in then pulling out. “Don’t do this to me Jake.” You bucked your hips into him. Usually Jake would tease more for the hell of it, but he was already getting hard seeing how desperate you were. He pushed his two fingers into your entrance, causing you to jolt and arch off the mat. “Mm Jake!” You moaned out. 

Tono began to stir next to you. You snapped your head towards him, watching his face twist and twitch before relaxing again. “Strike one.” Jake warned. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of you, until you spread your legs wider, prompting him to speed up. “More!” You rolled your hips into his fingers. He began curling his fingers inside of you, grazing over that special gummy spot you have yet to touch yourself.

“Ma Jake!” Ma Jake, I'm gonna come!” You squealed and grabbed his wrists that jerked below. He removed his fingers from your hole and began rubbing your clit savagely as you convulsed under his touch. Jake pulled the covers back from the mat and watched as you shook and began to squirt all over his hand and the mat below. “Holy shit.” Jake let out an amused chuckle. “You’re a squirter.” He ran his wet hand up to your hip, and leaned down to peck you on the forehead. 

“Congratulations on keeping quiet, love. I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Jake got on his knees and scooted between your legs, removing your loincloth and his. “Jake!” You placed your hand on his chest and looked over at Tonowari, who was still sound asleep. “I can handle myself, baby.” He grabbed ahold of himself. His cock stood long and attentive, almost throbbing in his hands. He moved forward, resting the weight of his dick on your tummy. “God, I'm gonna go so deep.” He pressed his dick down into your flesh, hissing at the thought of being inside of you. 

 You bit your bent knuckle and spread your legs wider, exposing your wet pussy to him. Jake grabbed under your left thigh and held it in the air. “Please Jake, Please fuck me.” You begged as he lined up with your entrance. None of the teasing, or the waiting. Jake slowly entered you, groaning at the sudden suction he felt around himself.  He snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of you.  “Oh fuck.” The two of you let out a shared gasp. Jake mumbled under his breath and repositioned himself so he hovered over you, arms bent at each side of your head. 

Jake began thrusting into you, hips weaving back and forth between your legs. You grabbed his back,  gripping tight onto his shoulder blades. “Jake! Ma Jake.” You cried out. Jake grunted on top of you, head thrown back, and eyes closed as he thrusted faster. “You feel so- Ah! Good around me girl.” Jake said through clenched teeth. The constant moving and the loud squelching was enough to get Tonowari stirring, this time, actually waking up. 

The two of you were so focused on your own pleasure, you didn't even notice Tonowari sitting up on his side watching. 

“Im gonna cum. Im gonna fucking cum.” You chanted.  Jake buried his face into your neck and began whimpering, moaning out loud himself as he began pulsing inside of you. “Come with me baby.” He croaked into your neck. Jake slid his legs up so he could plow into you. Short, hard thrusts, with the echoes of skin slapping filling the pod. “Jake!” You let out a loud yell as you came to your climax. Jake also began leaking into you, heaving heavily into your neck.

The two of you panted, and looked over to the left to see Tono sat up with a soft smile. 

“Wari…” You reached out for him, feeling a little guilty about waking him and having sex with Jake. He grabbed your hand and softly kissed your knuckles. “I hope you aren’t tired.” He whispered. Jake removed himself from you and rolled on his back onto the mat. Tonowari smiled and ran his hand down the side of your face. “I’m joining in.”

Tonowari scooted against the wall of the marui pod, spreading his legs and inviting you between them. He pulled you into his lap. His fingers began to knead in your thighs, and before you knew it your knees were pulled up, exposing you to Jake once again. “I want you to take both of us. Do you think you can handle it?” Tono asked.

You watched confused as he held his hand out to Jake, allowing him to spit saliva on the tips of his fingers. “I-I can.”  Tonowari’s fingers graze your ass, slicking the spit along your other hole. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” He leaned down to face you, simultaneously fingering your ass, ensuring Jake’s spit coated every part he could reach. You gasped and gaped at the foreign feeling.  It felt so dirty, so different, yet you loved it so much. Jake stood, watching lustfully as his best friend finger fucked you and loosened you up with his thick fingers. “I think she’s ready.” Tonowari announced. He removed his fingers and used his strength to lift you up by the backs of your thighs.

You looked down, and saw Tono’s dick standing attentive. He was big, thicker than Jake for sure. Seeing his dick was very overwhelming, but imagining the stretch made you pool above him. He began lowering you down, tip poking at your other entrance. “Gentle.” You whimpered. 

Tonowari began entering you, kissing your shoulder softly. “Tono-fuck! so fucking big!” You cursed under your breath and let out breathy pants as the soreness became more prominent. “So tight!” He said just as he bottomed out. The both of you let out a whine. Tonowari rolled his hips around, filling you out. Saliva threatened the corners of your lips as you leaned your head against his chest, mind blank. “Talk to me Y/n.” He massaged the backs of your thighs. You couldn’t even make out the words in your brain to explain what you were feeling. Jake approached, dick in hand, and pulled your head to face him. “What did I tell you about using your words?” Jake lectured.

“I want you. Want you both.” You panted. Jake smiled, and positioned himself between you and Tonowari’s legs. Anxiety began to fill you as he began playing between your folds again. He seemed hesitant as well, but he suddenly began to enter you.

It was like an electric shock had just hit you. You jolted, and moaned aloud as Jake pushed himself further and further inside of you. Tonowari groaned as well, feeling the already tight space grow together. “J-Jake!, Wari!” You didn’t know whose name to moan at that point. DIck filled both your holes, stretching you beyond belief. Your mind went fuzzy, and you could've sworn you blacked out for a brief moment. 

Jake let out a straggled moan once he closed the distance between the two of you. Tonowari let out a slight grunt, and the three of you had to sit still for just a second in order to relish the feeling. “So good.” Jake furrowed his eyebrows. He began to slowly pull out, before thrusting back in again, very slow.  “S’too damn tight.” He grabbed the underside of your thighs and began picking up his thrusting pace. 

The three of you moaned out loud, grabbing at each other's exposed skin and almost foaming at the mouth. “Love you two so much!” You closed your eyes and nuzzled back into Wari. Jake leaned in and locked lips with you, still pressing into you at a steady rate. He sloppily kissed you, moving down to your neck and licking the underside of your jaw. 

“Wari!” You cried out, reaching for your braid without thought. His eyes widened, and he reached for his own braid, inching it closer and closer until-

“Oh shit!” “Fuck! Fuck!”

The two of you said simultaneously. Tonowari’s grip on your thighs tightened, and you felt his thighs begin to tense up. You felt that knot returning again, and reached down to start rubbing your clit, feeling very close. Jake threw his head back and started to get sloppy with his thrusts, now whimpering as he was coming close. “Oh fuck you gotta come with me! Be a good girl and come for me.” He began thrusting, like a burst of energy through his veins. 

The three of you screamed aloud, as your climaxes began to hit one by one.

You shook on Tonowari’s thighs, whimpering and whining as you felt the both of them empty themselves inside of you.  “You did so well princess.” Tonowari whispered as Jake pulled out of you. He slowly lifted you from his lap, and set you aside on the mat. The aftershocks of your orgasm caused you to jolt on the mat a little, which went unnoticed by your two lovers. Tonowari placed his hand on the small of your back, rubbing small circles into your skin.

“Alright cowgirl let’s get you cleaned up.” Jake returned with a small bowl of water, and a rag. The two of them worked together to clean you up and cool you down, all while praising you and whispering sweet nothings about how well you took them for the first time. 

“I didn’t think that was possible.” You laid on your stomach with your eyes closed. “You made it possible, princess.” Tonowari responded. You chuckled and began to nuzzle deeper into the mat, feeling a familiar warmth return on both sides of your body.

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