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teyamsatan · 7 months

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ - ʜᴀɴᴅᴊᴏʙ

pairing: Neteyam x avatar!reader

a/n: hi and welcome to kinktober x if this first work seems familiar, that's bc it is lol. i have been so so busy and so i have decided that for prompts that fit some of my previous work, i'd give myself a little grace and use those instead. now, i think this works great because there's a lot of new besties here, so this way people get to read some of my earlier work and (hopefully) enjoy it for the first time!! i can't wait to go on this journey with you 🎃🧡 smooches x

words: 1,3k

warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: oral - male receiving, inexperienced Neteyam.

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Being a human had its perks, and being an avatar, well, that goes without saying. One of the perks, turns out, was the wealth of information available to you at the touch of the button. Say what you want about the Sky People, but they were informed in things you could barely even conceive, and well, you've always loved to learn. You spent your whole life learning everything you could get your hands on, from more useful things, like how to patch a wound or how to treat an infection to... less useful things for day to day endeavours, but definitely intriguing to you.

There was a lot in Hell's Gate that the Na'vi and the scientists that were granted leave to stay were unaware of, and you were glad. Your research led you to unearth some... unsightly discoveries, that you were more than happy to have to put to good use right now, after a relaxing swim in the nearby lake, with your best friend that... has some questions. Well, you were nothing if not a good friend, and a dutiful teacher.

His eyes were wide as you smile and push him until he falls to the ground with a small thud. It was quiet in the forest, only the small chirps and trills of the animals living peacefully could be heard over the sounds of both your laboured breaths. He was anxious, you noted, based on his fluttering ears and his erratic tail wags.

"Are you nervous, Tay?" you couldn't help the teasing tone of your voice, as you traced your fingers down his body, from his collarbone, to his chest, down his defined abs, until you hooked your fingers in the band of his loincloth, tugging at it gently.

"Let me make you feel good, Tay. Let me show you what it feels like to be human for a little while."

With that, you untied his tewng and let it fall to the floor, and you gasped a little at his size. He was bigger than you expected, and the sight aroused you beyond belief, beyond words and comprehension, because if before this was just supposed to be a learning experience, now you knew that while he would get his, you would definitely get yours, too.

Almost inquisitively, with a tinge of wonder and awe, you run your fingers over the patterned stars of his length, from the base to the cotton candy pink tip, marvelling at his beauty and how nothing you've ever seen before in movies or magazines could ever compare to it. You tighten your grip and smirk when a sudden inhale broke through the silence and you raise your gaze to meet his eyes, that were tightly shut as his head was pushed back, and you knew then you wanted to see this face, see how he reacts to you, to your lessons, every day of your life.

"...f-fuck!"

You slowly start pumping him, taking your time, analysing each contraction of his facial muscles, thrilled at how he's falling apart around you and you haven't even properly started yet. When the tip becomes covered in pre-cum, you can't resist the need anymore, and you slowly inch your lips towards it, a little startled when Neteyam gets up suddenly, concern deeply embedded in his features.

"W-what are you doing?"

A hand still pumping him, you placed the other on his chest, pushing him back, willing him back in the same position he was in before.

"Shh, relax, tay. you wanted to learn, right?"

With that, you placed a small, gentle kiss on the tip, licking every drop of pre-cum, and you were shocked at how sweet it was, how you wouldn't mind having it coat your tongue, and your mouth, and your throat, until it was all you could taste. You shuffled uncomfortably at the ache that took over you, and how good you knew his cock would feel filling you, how just the stretch itself would bring you to the brink of orgasm. Maybe next lesson.

You couldn't help taking more of him in, your tongue pushed flat against his length as it went further down your throat until you gagged slightly around it. The groan that escaped Neteyam, low and uninhibited, emboldened you as you started a steady bob of your head up and down his length, one hand continuing to pump what you couldn't reach otherwise, while the other rubbed circles into his thigh, hoping this way he wouldn't overthink this and just relax. After all, what were friends for if not to help each other... learn and unwind?

His hand finds your hair and you purr against his cock when he starts petting you, the little gesture enough to make you excited for when he'd be experienced enough to take charge, the way you knew he had it in him.

"You feel so good. S-so good, fuck."

His hips buck against you and you moan as he slips further down your throat, as he starts thrusting in your mouth, and you let him, impressed about how quickly he seems to catch on and turned on about how his first instinct was to immediately take control. This would be easier than you thought.

"I'm gonna, i'm cu-"

Ropes of cum shoot down your throat as his cock throbs in your mouth, and the noises he makes, carnal and primal, make you slowly start grinding against the ground to find some of your own release. You make sure to suck him dry as he pulls out with a small pop, and you smirk as you lick your lips, watching him trying to catch his breath, watching him panting and slowly regaining him composure.

"Enjoy yourself, friend?"

"So... when's the next lesson?"

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biboywizard · 1 year

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I think love is about learning how to love someone. Love is about accepting and rebuilding and on some days I find this very frustrating and tiresome. I want to love and be loved easily and I have to learn it.

On some days it is also the most romantic thing ever:

Love is me sitting cuddeling with my brother gushing about Eldenring graphics and hearing him tell me abt weapons and lore till I can see his fascination. When he tells me what he does and doesn't lack in the relationship with his friends after I rant to him about the emotional impact that yoonmin fic left on me, bc it reminds me of a past relationship.

It's asking my parents about their lives as young adults untill the tell me about their own parents with love and relief and withheld pain and stuck up frustration. The love of learning where someone's coming from and therefore how they will feel in different situations. I read a lot of books on communication and looked for the clues that means a person wants to share with you like this for so long. Hearing how they experienced life as a child and being absolutely awed soo so much development happened between this and how they raise us. The joy of being trusted by a parent as you are trusted by a friend.

Oh manye it's just a bunch of situations that happend after you loved someone for so long and try to like and understand them

Meeting with my best friend from school and talking for hours. Sometimes effortless, sometimes working through the fact our lives are very different and getting on the same wavelength again.

Texting one of my best friends who won't text me by himself or arrange a meeting but will cuddle with me for hours and swap stories about parental trauma. Who will remember I like the glutenfree pizza his mom makes on thursdays and always bring me a piece to uni on friday.

It's fixing. It's fixing a relationship after fighting when you knew each other for ten years prior and never fought. It's starting the conversation with "I don't really understand why we don't talk, like we used to, but I love you (there's a softer word in my language)and please let us stay best friends" after you dated your best friend and broke up and work through that. It's validating your siblings for their struggle with their own friends treating them poorly until they feel well, later on bringing up they used to do a similar thing to you years ago and asking and getting: )) the apology and acknowledgement of your hurt you forgot you wanted. It's talking to your parents and telling them your not sure how much they support you being a boy since they are very sceptical of all things following that and getting assurance you are loved even though they are critical of your schedule.

It's working with yourself. It's looking at a boody that is physically uncomfortable and deciding to love it as yours. It's looking at your relationship with yourself and redo it after every change so you still love yourself. It's realizing you are still so hung up on feminity because you rarely know how to love different or be loved as something that is not a daughter or a sister and loving this fear yet also reworking it into something that allows change. It's taking small breaks evertime you start or end something"Do I love myself right now?""Why do I feel unsatisfied"?"

Love is emotional labour

It is also physical one I might add. Love is me sending you a mental health tiktok and maybe one abt history and a funny one. It's me leaning into different embroidery techniques because I loved this fanfic so much and this 30cm embroidery (I designed with the symbolism of it and sappy scenes I like) is the way I can pour my love and admiration for the author, with whom I won't ever interact more than my comment into something. It's liking selfmade gnocchi because your friends taught you how to make them and it's significant to them bc they're from italy and their grandma taught them. Putting away the bottles the people in my dorm left partying last night. Wearing earrings I like to fidget with. Trying to be careful with myself even though I feel like academically I am not doing as well as I used to. Socially too. Keeping yourself from buying another dress bc they are giving you dysphoria but you also feel so pretty. Saving my dad a slice of lemon cake to try.

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