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tiyawnyana · 2 months

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THATS MY HUSBAND NANUI RAAAAAAAH

Nanui x Avatar!reader

Rated: Explicit🔞

Tags: fluff and smut, sass, teasing, cunnilingus, eating out, body differences, size difference

(2nd person pov gender neutral terms used) "Courting a Metkayina was not really something you had on your bucket list, but after the last couple weeks you're convinced it should have been."

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To be completely fair you never thought you'd end up here.

Here being a Metkayina settlement.

When it had been brought up after the bloodshed and chaos, the Metkayina were in need of aid you weren't really expecting to be first on the list for that flight.

And yet. Here you are on the sandy shores of Awa'atlu.

It had been sometime since you ventured too far from the home base. From the Omatikayan. And when you'd arrived you were not prepared for the absolute units that were waiting to greet you.

Omatikaya we're not small. Avatars and their hybrid genes were not small. But the Metkayina were fucking huge. A whole nother level of too damn big.

It was intimidating and interesting from a scientific perspective. The adaptations and changes made to their bodies to make living here easier.

Flat paddle like tails, finned forearms for swimming, teal gradients dappled on their skin to better suit the waves, and don't even get yourself started on the mass of them.

Larger chest and stockier build for the lung capacity they no doubt needed paired with the muscle to swim against ocean currents.

These were some built navi.

And the cherry on top was ink and swirling tattoos tracing the contours of their bodies. The dark markings contrasting with their lighter colors. It was really breathtaking, even the older clan members whose tattoos started to fade over time looked stunning with the meaningful patterns.

Yet as large and imposing as they could be, you found yourself more at home here than you were expecting.

The salty air and sunshine, the glow under the waves at night, and....maybe the company.

You glance over as you make your way across the woven paths of the village, basket of beads and an odd twine of sorts in your hands.

The tattooed craftsman sat as poised as always, a warm smile on his face and ever clear blue eyes hooded with his gaze focused on his work.

Nanui.

The weaver had definitely become someone you'd consider close. A friend.

Just a friend you swore. No matter how many knowing glances and suggestive grins you got from fellow avatar program survivors and other clansmen.

The friendly and warm hearted Navi had caught your attention when you first landed. Understandably after the war was brought to them, most of the Metkayina were wary of strangers. Especially the avatars. But they swallowed some dignity to get the help they needed and you tried your best to be respectful of that.

The first time you set your gaze on him you had to pointedly look UP to see those large inquisitive crystalline eyes. Even amongst his clan, he was tall. You'd imagine he was at least 10 feet tall, which put him about 12 inches and some change taller than you. Your avatar body wasn't the tallest for the Omatikayan, but you were pretty average.

Nanui had a tired and worn but welcoming smile on his face while he explained he would be your guide for the time you were here. No doubt he'd been working on the recovery of his people.

At first you thought the huge man was a guard of sorts meant to keep an eye on you so you didn't cause trouble in the community. It would make sense. But over the weeks you came to realize he was probably one of the few willing to volunteer to be near you at all.

Soon your large guide became a treasured companion, nudging you gently to correct your mistakes when you misspoke or to fix a task you tried to pick up to help the clan. Making jokes and teasing your differences good naturedly. Encouraging your progress with that loud heartfelt laugh and unabashedly cheering when you succeeded.

He seemed to sense your staring and perked up, meeting your gaze with hum of question and a tilt of his head.

"Ah it is the ungrateful one. How are we feeling today, hm?"

You can't help the small laugh and roll of your eyes, padding over to set down your basket of goodies for the weaving circle as you sat down beside him. Your traitorous tail flicked excitedly behind you, but luckily the teal man seemed to pay no mind.

"Im not ungrateful, just untalented. I told you already, Nanui if I could manage to learn to weave, I would."

"You have so little faith in yourself! Anyone can learn in time and time is everywhere. See? You're wasting it right now. You could be stringing beads!"

He grinned, giving you a gentle shove with that joyous laugh that always made your stomach do flips.

"Just because I have a Fifth finger, does not mean I can suddenly make complex patterns out of grass like you do."

"Who said suddenly, hm? I said you need to put time forward to earn your talents. All of you are the same. Flaunting your gifted fifth finger, but not putting it to use! What good is it just sitting there on a lazy hand, hm?"

He reaches over and wiggles your wrist around childishly with a firm pout, making your hand flop around limply.

You steal your hand back with a laugh, "Excuse you sir, they're not lazy. Just... Not as handy as they should be."

The large Navi paused as the words processed and you watch with rapt attention as a smile grew and soon he lets out a deep rich laugh that shakes his shoulders.

"Because it is your hand! Handy! I understand!"

You crack the sappiest smile at his excitement, shaking your head. The Metkayina had taken some time to understand puns but they delighted him once the learning period had passed.

You scoot in closer to look at what he's working on, eyebrows raised curiously.

"So what's today's project,hm?"

"Oh! I am redoing some beaded cords for the entrance of my sisters Marui. My nephews have torn her previous one down with their play. That I...may or may not have taken part in...."

"So you're fixing the entryway beads you tore down chasing Le'awe and Roxua?"

"That is not what I said." He muttered, fighting the grin threatening to spread across his lips with his ears down turned in effort.

"Uh-huh." You hum knowingly with a chuckled.

"Oh, before I forget!" He perks up, setting his beaded project down gently, "I have something for you. Every time I see you walking around you seem so.... Bare."

You look down at your standard RDA clothing. You wouldn't say bare, you were more clothed than any Navi you'd met.

T shirt and shorts made for the avatars. They were easy and made you feel a little more comfortable than most of the pieces you'd been offered by the Omatikayan.

Worried he was going to offer you one of the lovely but very sparse clothing pieces often worn by the Metkayina you default to declining.

"Nanui I'm not really-"

"Here see?" He moved around a couple fronds and unfinished weaving projects before finally pulling out a lovely woven circle with pearls and smoothed sea glass of greens and blues dotting between the braided leather.

"I...an arm band? How will that make me less bare...?" Your voice was soft as you took the offered gift, eyes wide and ears standing at attention to reflect your interest.

It was really beautiful.

"You wear more cloth than anyone I've seen, but it lacks history. No sentiment or care in this weaving." He tugs at the edge of your shirt pointedly, "You are bare of soul. And someone who shines as brightly as you, should have some, yeah?"

You choke up a little, lower lip wobbling at the kind words. You can hear your heart in your ears as you timidly offer him the band.

"Can-can you help me put it on?"

"Of course." He smiles warmly, "I hope this helps you feel more at home here. You grow more and more each day. It's been a privilege to teach you."

His touch is cool against your flushed skin, still warm from the heat of the afternoon and the day of work behind you.

He ties the armband tight enough that it won't budge and it sits comfortably on your bicep. Your skin tingles from the contact of his fingertips that you could swear lingered longer then needed.

You swallow thickly, looking at the Metkayina with a fond smile.

You settle yourself with a small breath, the fingers of your free hand tracing idly back and forth across your new accessory. Definitely a new sensory toy for you. The smooth pearls and tight pattern feel nice under your nervous tracing.

C'mon he made an opening, you can nudge this in the right direction with a little honesty. You got this.

"You know....I do feel more at home here. But that's...um. mostly your doing honestly."

"Hm? Well I would hope so. I am your guide after all. I did not think I was doing the worst of jobs."

You recognize an out for what it is, but clear your throat with a shake of your head.

"No...Nanui. I think....Well you've come to mean a lot to me. And I don't know exactly how that works for you guys here, but I just really wanted to say something because well...I..."

The teal Navi stares at you blankly for a moment and you can feel your nerves start to creep in. But soon the darkest flush you've seen on a Metkayina probably ever lights up his face, ears quivering with whatever emotions were going through his head.

The sound of swishing sand drags your eyes away for just a moment to reveal his large tail dragging back and forth behind him.

The project he'd been holding gets cast aside as he moves towards you, the size difference between you two glaringly obvious when he places his large hands on either side of you and leans down enough so his words are soft for just the two of you. You're close enough to see the soft greens and teals streaked through the icy blue of his eyes.

He tilts his head in question, inky black curls and braids spilling over broad shoulders.

"Are you asking about courting?"

"Y-yeah. I guess I am. Or at least the uh...before courting? Just...showing intent?"

He grins big and wide, prominent dimples dipping at either side. He needed to stop that right now. Something that large shouldn't be that cute.

"Ma'Paskalin, just saying so is perfectly acceptable. Grand gestures are appreciated but you do not need to waste such things on me."

You flush, heat staining your cheeks and manage a belligerent pout despite your excitement at the pet name.

"It's not wasted! If it's you. You're worth some grand gestures or gifts at least."

His smile turns soft and he tilts his head the other way in a gooey heartbreaking puppy eyed look that has you weak.

"You are a gift as you are, Ma'Paskalin. I don't think I could ask Eywa for more."

Oh what the fuck. Right through the heart.

You push a hand to his chest, nudging him back with a flustered huff leaving your lips. You don't push him too far, keeping your hand against the cool teal skin as you mutter in response.

"Okay, okay. I get it. Jesus. I just...I want to do something. Or just ... Have a way for others to know that We are...I don't know together?"

He takes your hands in his gently, pulling them from where they rested at his collarbone to hold them between you two.

He has a crooked smile, tone playful.

"You wish to claim me?"

"I....yeah. yes. If that's what you want?"

"Hm...if there is doubt, perhaps I should make a larger effort to be sure you feel wanted, Yawne. Because I want you."

He brings your hand up, lacing his large fingers with yours from behind and placing a gentle kiss to your palm. Your breath hitches, his words flustering you and making you swallow thickly.

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Courting a Metkayina was not really something you had on your bucket list, but after the last couple weeks you're convinced it should have been.

Nanui had always been more affectionate. You'd grown accustomed to leaning on him at group gatherings, the way he gently guided you this way and that with those large hands, his affectionate headbutts when you leaned close enough.

But this. This was a whole different level. The was rarely a moment in Nanuis presence that you weren't being swept into a loose hold. His arms at your waist, sliding around your hips to rest with his chin set atop your head or shoulder while you all conversed with whoever that day.

Tender kisses were pushed to your head, your shoulders, your nose, anytime he laid eyes on you, the affection was expected and sought after. Cool smiling lips against sun warmed skin, picking out luminescent freckles between azure stripes. It didn't take you long to start leaning into it, a rumbling of approval from deep in the Navis chest letting you know he was pleased when you did so.

That sounds alone would send a delighted shiver right down your spine.

He grew more bold as you relaxed into his affections, pinching gently at your tail as he passed and making you yelp and swat at him, tugging you to lay on his chest while the two of you swam, floating and propelling you through the water with sluggish kicks, his fingers gently ran through your hair, assistance freely given to help you with styling it in ways that would be less effected by the waters you now traversed in daily.

He now proudly wore a crudely made necklace around his neck. Longer than his normal set with Omatikayan colors and patterns. Even if you were technically not a part of the Omatikaya clan, it was what you knew and you hoped you weren't going to insult anyone with the less than stellar craftsmanship.

But it was a courting token. And one he nearly cried for when you offered it to him, sheepishly holding the long beaded ring up for him to inspect.

He barely looked at it in honesty which you're flattered by and grateful for. You have a feeling you could've offered him anything and he would accept with gusto.

He'd dove into the necklace like he was going to battle, a dimple summoning grin on his face as he gently butted his forehead against yours.

"I see you Ma'Paskalin." He murmured softly, eyes wide with awe and affection.

You could barely breathe with his intensity, letting out a laugh and throwing your arms around those teal dappled shoulders, nuzzling your nose against his with your ears flickering with delight.

"I see you."

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The eclipse had past hours ago, the celebration of the night still singing in your veins.

There had been a wonderful feast. With music and dancing into the night. The hunters had brought back an impressive catch and in the warmth of the season a gathering was overdo. And it was the first you'd witnessed since coming here.

Everyone was adorned with elaborate traditional jewelry, hand painted markings, and colorful hair pieces. Including yourself, though you still opted for a little more coverage, the ropes and beads at your hips felt nice and your skin was more open to the cool sea air.It was amazing to see. The colors and shadows dancing off of teal navi around the fire as they danced and laughed. Including yours.

Nanui was laughing loud and joyous, twirling his youngest of three nephews and letting him stand on his feet beside the roaring fire. White and yellow patterns flow down his body, streaks of colored paint dragging across the taut skin of his stomach, swirling on either side of his hips and connecting at his naval.

And as always, clasped firmly around his neck is your courting gift. You can't help the swell of affection in your chest, your fingers coming up to gently trace the shells at your own throat that he'd gifted you in return shortly after agreeing to your courting.

It was surreal and you can't fight your smile when he looks up to locks eyes with you. He's so full of life and wonder and love, it's almost overwhelming. As if he was contagious. And he was yours.

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The warmth of the fire had left your skin as you stumbled your way through the sand laughing, hand in hand with the large tattooed man that had come to hold your heart.

Encompassing hands grasp your waist, fingers nearly meeting as they gently lay you down on the comfortable layered bedding in Nanui's darkening mauri.

Heated open mouthed kisses are peppered down your throat, making you arch further into the touch with a shuttered breath past your lips.

"Nnnnanui. Shit."

Teeth nibble at your collarbone, intense blue gaze flickering up as the Metkayina Navi leaves a dark possessive mark on you.

He's been paying attention, dragging his firm grip up with just enough pressure that your skin dips beneath his touch and noting every sigh and twitch you make.

"Precious....look at you Ma'Paskalin..."

He doesn't move his lips from your skin, tongue and teeth tracing the patterns and star scattered freckles as he situates himself between your parted legs. ”Is this okay,Yawne?” He breathes against your navel, intense gaze dragging upwards as he questioned softly, “I'm happy to stop where you see fit. You’ll tell me, yeah?” ”y-yeah. More than okay. Please don’t stop.” you managed to force out with a deep flush staining your face, swallowing thickly as he continues to lavish your body in affection as he descends. He takes his time to press kisses and soft bites to every mark and freckle he passes, a steady rumbling in his chest making you melt into the bedding beneath you. ”Wouldn’t dream of it, If I tasted nothing but your skin from this day forward, I would want for nothing.” That should be weird to hear, but you cant help the small whine that leaves you with the playful bite he leaves at your hip. He tucks his fingers into the corded top of your bottoms, eyes drifting up once again. You give him a nod of encouragement and he smiles big and crooked and awed and it makes your heart hurt with the flux of affection within you.

Dragging the cloth own your thighs slowly, he presses his fingers into the striped skin of your legs as he goes, bringing them back up to grip your thighs firmly once its discarded with his ear perked in interest, pupils blown wide. You part your legs to welcome wide shoulders between, the teal navi sliding his hands to the tops of your thighs to pull you in and you laugh a little at the movement.

A small gasp falls from you as he presses his lips flush against you, wasting no time before they part and soon you’re overwhelmed with the heated wet tongue dragging across you.

Your teeth clench, biting off a desperate whine as you press your hips upward into that devilish tongue. Your ears flatten against your head, the mat beneath your back the only thing grounding you as you reach between your parted thighs to grab hold of the loose curls in a tight grip.

The bluest eyes peer up at you over the beaded belt at your hips gifted by Nanui himself and left on to chime with your movements,a large scarred hand pressed against your stomach to keep you pinned while long curling strokes of that tongue against you makes you squirm against his hold. The heat builds, the air thickening around you as you buck against him fruitlessly and your breathing becomes labored.

Nothing could prepare you for the way he dove in like a man starved, consuming every gasp and whimper and sigh with a focus that had you tilting your head back, unable to handle the eye contact.

“f-fuck. Right there.”

A man on a mission, he obliges,letting his tongue out further to accommodate you. You knew you wouldn’t last long like this.With his sole focus on your pleasure and hellbent on giving you everything.

You could already feel the pressure of an oncoming release, tears not quite spilling from your watery eyes as he doubled down, hands gripping harder at your thighs, large fingers sliding against the sweat slicked skin. You expected a break somewhere between starting and now, to have a moment to breathe while he leaned back to replenish his own air. But it wasn’t happening. He explored you further,fluid drags of tongue and teeth and suction that had your toes curling and your breath stuttering. You grip his hair tighter, the Metkayina groaning lowly against you and giving another stimulant on top of his ministrations. His hair falls over his shoulders in dark waves as you manage to free it from the bun on the back of his head, giving you more to grasp. ”Shit-shit-shit. Nanui. Im gonna…please…” You’re tipping over the edge soon after when he presses in further, his hands spanning over the entirety of your hips and letting you grind into him as you reach your peak with a loud sob and tears finally spilling over.

Your thighs quake at the sides of his head, squeezing him between them as he continues his work though slower.Long languid motions that have you gasping for breath at the sensation.

But he’s not stopping. He still hasn’t run out of that famed Metkayina lung capacity and you feel yourself twisting a little in his grip.

He doesn’t relent, holding you firmly and coaxing more whines and pleas from you with every swallow and flex of his throat. You’re actively crying at this point, gasping for breath and lungs burning as you writhe. Fuck. It was too much. You’re oversensitive and the only thing keeping you from begging him to stop is how slow and warm and gentle the glide of his tongue is, tasting without pushing. Like you were his last meal and he was going to make it last as long as he could.

It wasn’t building into an orgasm like the first, it was a constant pleasure. Oozing into your body like an oil slick and coating every nerve until you were shaking and you nearly ached with it.

Water bubbles on your lashes, breath ragged and stuttered as you finally find the means to speak. ”I-I cant again…please…Nanui.”

Its only then that he pulls back, licking his lips that were shining, slick, and mildly swollen, having the nerve to look not the slightest bit out of breath as a presses a gentle kiss to your inner thigh, resting his cheek there to look up at you like he didn’t just eat you out until you cried with absolute adoration.

“How do you feel, Ma'Paskalin?” He slides his hands up and down your sides gently, bringing you down from your shaking over-stimulation with gentle touches as he sits up to loom over you. His eyes flicker back and forth, taking in your expression for any discomfort.

You cant help but laugh breathlessly, shaking your head.

“I feel like my bones have been replaced with jelly.”

He smiles so softly, every bit of love and affection he possessed drowning you through his large eyes.

“I will assume that’s a good thing?”

“Baby, its fucking amazing.C’mere.”You pull him down so his weight is pressed against you, firm and comforting,pressing a kiss to his nose.

“I'm not going to lie, I was freaking out when I realized you didn’t need to come up for air.”

“oh?” ”Don’t you ‘oh’ me. You know exactly what I'm talking about you free diving bastard.” ”Yawne…you have come diving with me. And you know very well I could have dived for much longer.”

You flush darkly at the thought. You did know that. You’ve seen some of the reef clan free dive for nearly half an hour. And you didn’t know if that was the longest they could go, or just what they had needed at the time. Jesus. ”Well. I uh- I guess we’ll have to test that.”

There's a mischievous grin on his face as he leaned down to butt his forehead against yours in the sweetest movement, taking your chin in between his fingers. With the size of his hand it was really more like pinching most of your jaw. ”Anytime you’d like, Kalin. Im happy to indulge.” {Kalin: sweet to the taste}

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tiyawnyana · 3 months

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Wanted to try a new style along with trying to learn blends and proper shading, probably going to work with her later but so far I'm really happy with how she turned out aaaaa

Meet Yana, my oc. I've been tinkering with her character for a while and think I've finally got a break through.

Growing up alongside the sully kids and her adopted brother, Spider, she learned the ways of the navi. Sure, she wasn't as in tune as Spider was, but she shared the same love and devotion as her brother. She strived to be more than just a sky demon, wanted to prove her worth to Pandora and the Omitikaya.

After the sullys leave and her brother has been kidnapped, she too finds herself stolen from her home when trying to turn off tracking devices in the main compound, the only upside was being reunited with her brother.

They brave the storm, dealing with the fear and threat that is the deja blue team of recons, the threats to the native Ocean navi, to the death of the tulkun. It all comes to a head at the fight on the ocean, where she loses her life protecting the one she loved.

Unbeknownst to her, her DNA had been extracted while stuck with the RDA, testing the growth rate of possible new Na'vi avatars from humans that had grown in the environment. Surprisingly, it sped up growth rates and the RDA had unfortunately found a new upper hand in the battle, ready to basically copy and paste any fallen soldier; with or without their memories.

Within four months, the new avatar form is ready.

She awakens, on the other side of the battle and is told who she is and what she is to do. But she's not sure if the natives are as evil as she's been told.

She's stuck with foggy memories, leaving her dizzy and in physical pain, unaware that she's not like the other recoms. Her memories were gifted back to her, but she has to be ready to accept them.

She struggles to find reason, purpose and an explanation, but will only find her answers from the past.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar way of water #avatar oc #avatar character #atwow #pandora #artist #art #artwork #my artwork #my art

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tiyawnyana · 3 months

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#TUKTIREY & #KIRI #LO’AK #SPIDER #NETEYAM #JAKESULLY #NEYTIRI #TONOVARI #MILESQUARITCH🫶

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tiyawnyana · 4 months

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HELL YEEAAAAAAAAAAAH I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ONE

Just A Taste Pt. 2

250 Followers Special

Pairing: Adult Neteyam x human fem reader x adult Ao'nung

Words: 8.6K

Summary: Neteyam's little human mate has fascinated Ao'nung way more than she should, he can't help it, you're so alien, yet so enticing. Especially when it seems that an esteemed warrior and eldest son of Toruk Makto can't keep his hands off of you. And when Ao'nung follows you two to your private place, an unexpected deal is made.

Warnings: Aged-up characters, NSFW, threesome, bi dom Neteyam, bi sub Ao'nung, slight voyeurism, fingering, marking, scenting, tsaheylu, P in V, anal, size kink, size difference, human x Na'vi.

Notes: First time ever writing a bi threesome and holy shit! It was tedious, but kinda fun.

Credits: Credit to @cinetrix for the Neteyam and Ao'nung images. Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and Support banners.

Na'vi Translation:

Tawtute: Spy People/Person

Tswin: A Na'vi queue

Tewng: Loincloth

Tsurak: Skimwing/Oceanic creatures rode by the Reef Na'vi

Vrrtep: Demon

Toruk Makto: Rider of Last Shadow

Nìtam: Enough

Ma: Vocative marker used to indicate whom the speaker is addressing. Can be used with a name.

Tsmukan: Brother

Kehe: No

Irayo: Thank you

Yawne: Beloved

Kaltxì: Hello

Sayrìp: Handsome, good looking

Lor: Beautiful; Pleasant to the senses.

Tanhì: Star, bioluminescent freckle

Muntxate: Wife, female spouse

Mawey: Be calm

Paysyul: Water Lily

Ngaytxoa: I'm sorry; true forgiveness (acknowledgment of guilt and regret)

Muntxatan: Husband; male spouse

Tsaheylu: Bond

If Ao'nung would have known his life would have ended up the way it is, he would've prayed for a miracle from the Great Mother and forgo courting all together a long time ago.

But maybe praying to the Great Mother would have never helped, it was Her that put this small, tantalizing tawtute in his life, and it was She that gave said tawtute her chosen mate before Ao'nung could have even met her.

Ao'nung firmly believes that he's being punished for all his scandalous and rude ways in his youth, being shown the torment he showed others when he'd spend a night in their bed only to never speak with then again, to act as if they didn't exist. Much how you treat him now.

All he wants is a glance, a single dart of your eyes in his direction. Just once. Recognize he's sitting across the way from you and acknowledge that you too wanted more from the glorious taste he was so generously given.

Ao'nung knows it's not truly you that's avoiding him, your distracted and cautious ways have Neteyam and his possessiveness written all over you. Like he's taken paint and written the word 'MINE' across your body, showing Ao'nung how easily your attention and desires can be directed else with just a few gently whispered words from Neteyam.

If his punishment was you and his inability to have you, then Ao'nung's doomed.

His every thought at every waking minute is filled with you. Your kind eyes, your satin skin, your softly curved body and small hands. He replays the images of how you were spread and pressed against his body, how you sweetly moaned into his ear, singing your praises to him. Everytime he remembers the way your hand felt massaging his tswin his cock twitches, instantly tenting his tewng, making him crave your sweet taste on his tongue as he desperately fists his cock.

Ao'nung curses himself for desiring a simple taste so much. He could have just been left to his thoughts, eventually moving on without ever knowing how good you actually are. That the image of your small, pretty pussy stretching out over Neteyam long, thick cock wouldn't immediately come to the forefront of his mind when he sees the two of you together. That his his ears wouldn't ring with your desperate moans and Neteyam's barely controlled groans everytime he hears your voices in the wind.

Ao'nung wants freedom from the hell that's now his mind, to be free of the bone deep void in his chest and stomach that makes his body constrict inward when the mere thought of being a stable in your life passes in his mind late in the night.

Was there something wrong with him? Something that drives Neteyam to be so overly protective over you, that fuels him to keep away from Ao'nung at all costs? Neteyam even switched to a different hunting party after the night in the meadow.

Neteyam was beyong angry with him in his youth when he and a group of his friends had left Lo'ak to die in the middle of the ocean, thankfully he didn't, but Neteyam's silent anger still brood heavily towards Ao'nung for a long time after. It's only in recent years that Neteyam has become friendly with Ao'nung again, willing to make a friendship after so long.

It was at that same time that Ao'nung's love for you started to blossom, reaching it's peak with every passing day. Considering how Neteyam acted when he caught Ao'nung spying on them, he never hid his infatuation with you well, and now Neteyam's making damn sure that Ao'nung's love for you stays where it's at: in his heart where it's meant to stay.

Ao'nung wanted to be angry, to fight for you and call Neteyam unfair for not giving him a chance to court you, plenty of couples take on a third. But Ao'nung can't blame Neteyam for his protectiveness, you were the only thing Neteyam had for himself from what Ao'nung could see. Ao'nung may have been his family's disappointment when he was young, but now he's entrusted to one day lead his people with all the grace of his father and strength of his mother.

Ao'nung quickly noticed how too Neteyam filled that role in his family, that being the oldest took the toll on Neteyam the same it does for him, that the sacrifice of the oldest son meant never truly having anything for yourself. You are that one thing Neteyam has, and here Ao'nung is, trying to take the one thing Neteyam wants all to himself. Ao'nung would fight to keep you to himself too.

A wave of water splashes over Ao'nung's face and chest, knocking him out of his thoughts instantly as he gasps, wiping the salt water from his eyes. Ao'nung whips around on his tsurak, glaring at his idiot best friend snickering behind him.

Drifting his tsurak closer to Ao'nung's, Rotxo shakes off the last bit of water on his hands at Ao'nung, causing him to hiss at Rotxo. "Will you focus, please? I have been cooking in the sun for hours waiting for you to finally snap out of whatever is bothering you so you can help me lead the hunting party."

Ao'nung pulls out his crossbow from it's pocket in the saddle, checking it over longer than he actually needs to, loading a bolt into the notch, pulling the taunt string back to rest against the trigger, ready for use. "I am helping, and nothing is bothering me." Ao'nung mumbles, cutting a death glare towards Rotxo.

One of Ao'nung's childhood friends laughs as Ao'nung rings out his hair, flicking the extra water at Rotxo, "He is thinking about that vrrtep like always. Imagining how Toruk Makto's son mates with the alien." he jeers, laughing at his own joke with the other hunters.

Ao'nung bites back a growl, wishing he could aim the crossbow at him and force him to take back the vile word he used to describe you and what you and Neteyam do in the privacy of your own home.

"You would do well to remember who you are talking to, Ärnìlu." Ao'nung grits through his teeth, drawing his shoulders up and straighting his back to sit at his full height, towering over his former friend.

Ärnìlu shrinks down into his saddle, petting his mount to hide his cowarding. Ao'nung's angered expression however doesn't stop Wateek from speaking his mind, "What happened to you swearing you would have that tawtute when we were young? Did the forest boy scare you?"

A heat settles in Ao'nung's chest, a flash of red blinding his view for just a moment, reminding him of him of the rage he harboured for many years. His mount starts to move forward towards Wateek, but Rotxo's hand on squeezing his shoulder stops him.

"Nìtam, ma Wateek," Rotxo reprimands, putting himself in between the two men, directing the rest of the hunters off. "Go to the east and form a barrier near the the shallows."

Once the hunters go as commanded, Rotxo's concerning gaze settles on his best friend. "Ma tsmukan, is it the tawtute that is bothering you again?"

Ao'nung sighs, it's impossible for Ao'nung not to spill his guts to Rotxo about everything, including what happened between the three of you in the meadow. "No, Ro', I am fine." Ao'nung lies, testing the tauntness of the strong on his crossbow, preparing to follow after the other hunters.

Rotxo squeezes at his shoulder again, "No, go home and rest, I will lead the hunt from here."

Guilt curdles Ao'nung's stomach as he watches his friend burden his problems with him. "Kehe, ma tsmukan, I cannot–"

"Yes you can. And you will. If your father hears of how you are behaving..." Rotxo trails off, heaving a heavy sigh at the thought of getting in trouble for harbouring Ao'nung's secrets with him.

Ao'nung pats Rotxo's hand still resting on his shoulder, "Irayo, ma Rotxo."

Disconnecting his tswin from his tsurak, Ao'nung dives under the water, letting the lukewarm water wash over him, drowning away his loud thoughts for just a moment before he breaks the water's surface, crawling on land and flopping on the sand. The sun warms his skin, drying him off as he lays almost lifeless on the ground, any motivation to get up is still in the water with the rest of his sanity.

Children's laughter filters through the air, Ao'nung's ears twitching at ever high pitched squeal from a young girl not far away. Soon more laughter joins the young girl, small yelps following the laughter every so often.

Ao'nung covers his ears, the cheerful laughter like nails against slate rock to his ears. Sitting up, Ao'nung hides his head between his knees, angered at himself for feeling irritated at someone else's joy.

A familiar giggle drifts through the air, tickling his ears enough for him to lift his head, shifting his ears to hear it better. The laugh sounds out again, followed by a cheer of victory, "GOOD JOB, TUK!"

Ao'nung jumps to his feet, practically sprinting to the nearest treeline with a trail of sand following him. Crouching behind a thin bush, Ao'nung feels a sense of deja vu viewing you like this again, watching as the youngest Sully daughter runs to you followed closely by Tsireya, holding a fresh bundle of seaweed in her hands, showing it to you and Kiri with excitement. You gently pet her face, beaming at her with such pride, like you were watching your own child succeed in their first time deep diving for seaweed.

Warmth fills Ao'nung's chest as you put the seaweed among the rest, starting a seperate pile for Tuk. The two girls sit with you and Kiri, beginning to dry out the fresh seaweed and start weaving the dried materials, sorting beads and token items around you.

Ao'nung rests his head in his hands, "Great Mother, what am I doing?" he asks himself, even he was growing tired of obsessing over someone that clearly doesn't want him. Creeping on you and your family doing simple chores while he should be providing for his people.

"I've been asking our Great Mother the same question for a long time."

Ao'nung whips around at the familiar deep timber that sounds from behind him, almost losing his balance as he uses the tree he's hiding next to as support not to fall straight on his ass. Collecting himself, Ao'nung looks behind him, meeting Neteyam's intrigued golden eyes that's staring back at him.

"What– w-why are you–" Ao'nung stammers over himself, startled from how silently Neteyam had snuck up on him.

Neteyam shifts slightly, resting his shoulder against the tree by his side, crossing his arms over his toned chest, tight abs moving as Neteyam fights to hide his laughter. "That never gets old."

Ao'nung couldn't stand to have Neteyam look at him like he's nothing more than the sniffling idiot he's presented himself as in the last few months, straightens his back and pushing his shoulders back as he copies Neteyam, resting his shoulder against the tree he was hiding behind. "Ma Neteyam, what can I help you with?"

Neteyam keeps his expression neutral, dark golden eyes scanning Ao'nung like a he's prey caught by his predator, his full lips perching in thought for a moment. His eyes trail down, scanning over Ao'nung's broad shoulders and chest that's decorated with his hunting attire, abs moving with every barely concealed pant Ao'nung is trying to hide, wide tail nervously flicking behind his strong, thick thighs.

Neteyam looks back up into Ao'nung's crystalline eyes, pupils narrowing at the lavender blush that's dusted across his face as Ao'nung breaks eye contact, looking anywhere but into Neteyam's judgemental gaze. "Why her?"

Ao'nung's ears lay flat at Neteyam's question, the familiar bite of guilt nawing away in his gut. The pain Neteyam must endure to ask such a question so calmly almost scares Ao'nung, how composed he can be in the face of the man chasing his mate with such disrespectful desperation.

Ao'nung forces himself to look into Neteyam's eyes, swallowing the tight lump in his throat, "I love her for the same reason you do: because she's good. Out of all the people I have met, and all the horrible things that have happened to us, she is still good and kind to everyone she meets, even me."

Neteyam scoffs, "I love her for so much more than just her goodness." Neteyam moves from his place, taking slow steps towards Ao'nung. "I fought for our love, I lost my title before we even moved here so I can be with her. My mother threatened to kick her out of the clan."

Neteyam stops right in front of Ao'nung, unintimidated by the slight height difference as Neteyam pushes at Ao'nung's chest making him stumble back into the tree behind him, Neteyam grabs at his cummerband, pulling him so close his nose brushes against Ao'nung's. "I have sacrificed everything for our love, and I will not let you break her heart because of your infatuation."

Ao'nung growls, taking a hold of Neteyam's cummerband to push him back enough to stand straight again. "It is not an infatuation, I am in love with her!"

Neteyam snarls, "Tell me how. How do you love her?"

Ao'nung's chest tightens, the heat in his stomach boiling painfully as the mix of anger and desire bursts at the seams. "I love her because if it was not for her I would still be the raged filled moron of my youth. She made me want to change and I did, I wanted to make her proud. And now I'm here, making a complete idiot of myself only weeks after begging on my knees for a simple taste from a her mate, now arguing over my love for her."

The small woodland area around them is silent, the world going still as Neteyam stares Ao'nung down, his harsh gaze unwavering for what feels like hours to Ao'nung. Neteyam's eyes flicker across Ao'nung's face, examining every inch of him for any signs of a lie, waiting to see the old Ao'nung resurface so he can call out his bluff.

Neteyam let's go of Ao'nung's cummerband, taking a step back, allowing Ao'nung to finally breathe as he releases Neteyam's cummerband aswell. "You certainly have changed."

Looking down, Ao'nung clears his throat, praying to the Great Mother that this torturously awkward situation will end and he can go back to his home to sulk. "I give my word as future leader, I will not bother you or your mate again."

"Don't make that promise just yet, Ao''."

Ao'nung's head snaps up, brow bone scrunching together as he stares confused at Neteyam. "Why? Is my word not enough?"

Stepping forward again, Neteyam's chest meets Ao'nung for just a moment, making him instinctively back into the tree again, staring wide eyed at Neteyam as he comes closer and closer, practically sharing the same breath as Neteyam grabs a hold of Ao'nung's cummerband softer this time, pulling him to be flushed against his body.

"The price for having her is having me aswell."

Ao'nung is surprised in himself when his stomach erupts into nervous excitement at his words, not fighting the grip Neteyam has on his cummerband, head dipping to meet Neteyam's gaze.

Neteyam's hot breath fans over Ao'nung's face, plump lips just brushing against his. Ao'nung's heart is beating so hard he's sure Neteyam can feel it through his ribs, a heat settling low in his stomach as Neteyam teases his lips across his, laying a gentle peck on his lips.

Ao'nung never imagined he'd be here, caged against a tree by Neteyam's strong body, sharing just barely there kisses with the man he once despised in his youth. Neteyam is an incredibly attractive man, a skilled and powerful warrior that treats mostly everyone with kindness, most of his anger being directed at Ao'nung as of late. But now he's willingly sharing the same breath with him, yearning for Neteyam to lay a full kiss against his lips.

Before Ao'nung can pull against Neteyam's surprisingly iron grip and get the kiss he wants so much, Neteyam pulls back, holding Ao'nung in place as his thumbs runs across his bottom lips, soothing Ao'nung when he frowns at his refusal of a kiss.

"Do you want her again?" Neteyam's words barely register through the thick cloud of lust fuzzing Ao'nung's thoughts. Ao'nung quickly nods when Neteyam tugs at his cummerband. "Then do me a favour, sweet boy."

If you could, you'd throw your husband into the ocean. Just throw his big, overly protective and cockblocking ass into the water and drown him.

You love him with every fibre of your being, your days and nights filled with endless love and support, sacrifice after sacrifice being made so you could live your life in peace with the love of your life by your side, but because of all the things you've been through, Neteyam has become possessive of you, bordering on territorial some days.

When you first came to Awa'atlu there was no peace for you or your family, constantly being judged from how you looked, how you act, your customs and differences of upbringings. And Ao'nung was the worst of them, a never ending stream of insults and bullying directed at your siblings.

You fought your every instinct not to kick him in his shins and instead took the high road, favouring in either ignoring him or being nice to him while Lo'ak would into fist fights that Neteyam would have to break up.

It's only in the last couple of years that he's become tolerable, eventually learning he was actually a decently good person under the tough guy act he'd put up for his friends. Neteyam even got over his harboured anger for him and tried to grow a friendship with Ao'nung. In the last few months though, Neteyam began to withdraw his friendship, muttering things about how much Ao'nung would stare at you.

You thought Neteyam was being paranoid until you started paying attention, watching Ao'nung as much as he watched you, the man wasn't very discreet. It was becoming more and more obvious that Ao'nung was holding a small crush over you, something you found hilarious at first considering how much he loathed your entire existence when you were young.

As time went on, the idea of Ao'nung crushing on you became appealing, it wasn't uncommon for couples to take on a third, even Neteyam thought about it when you were first mated when he was growing curious about his sexuality. When you brought up the idea to Neteyam, he absolutely refused it, still untrusting of Ao'nung's cruel ways from years ago.

No matter how much you tried to change his mind, Neteyam wouldn't budge, more often than not choosing to distract you before you could begin your ranting, reading your mannerisms like an open book.

You were shocked when Neteyam told you he heard Ao'nung watching the two of you, and you absolutely floored when he silently asked if you wanted him to join, thrilled that just maybe he had built up his trust in Ao'nung, only for that thought to be destroyed the moment Neteyam opened his mouth and nearly threatened the poor man.

Now weeks later, Neteyam is still refusing to allow you to pursue Ao'nung, never admitting he actually likes Ao'nung like you know he does, hiding his attraction in favour of ignoring the chief's son all together.

Your fingers play with his long braids, your other arm holding his shoulders against your chest so he can lean against you more comfortably, your back pressed against a tree as Neteyam lays in between your spread legs.

"Nete," you purr into his ear, moving from playing with his braids to scratch at his scalp, kissing the tip of his ear.

"No." Neteyam doesn't even look up from his carving to see the immediate scowl his answer puts on your face, one hand leaving his project to squeeze your thigh to soothe you.

You get up from your position behind him, pushing his heavy weight off your chest so you can face him head on. "I didn't ask for anything." you complain, trying to catch his tail to show your annoyance, but he moved it quickly out of your way.

"You didn't need to ask me anything, Yawne, your thoughts betray what you're thinking, I can smell you." Neteyam tells you, tapping his curved carving knife against your inner thigh as a tease, the cold blade making you jump.

"Why won't you at least try to trust Ao'nung? He isn't the boy he was when we came here, he's a mature man that wants the type of love we have." you reason, scooting closer on the sand so you can rest your hands on his knees.

Neteyam puts down his project, sighing. "It's for those reasons I can't trust him; he loves you. Which means he will only want you, I will be nothing more than a inconvenience to him."

Your heart breaks as you see the corners of his mouth drop slightly, a pout settling on his lips before he quickly wipes it away. It took you too long to realize that though Neteyam may not trust that Ao'nung has fully changed, he's always likes Ao'nung even through all the ups and downs of his youth. And now he's afraid his feelings would be rejected, that his hard ways with Ao'nung have stopped any chances of the Metkayina male from ever loving him back.

"Nete," you cups his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. "You can't push people away because you're afraid of rejection, if Ao'nung doesn't like you, then that's that. He's never mentioned again. But if he does, you could be pushing away someone that can grow to love you so much."

Neteyam's beautiful, round yellow eyes stare into yours, contemplating your words. His gives you a small smile, turning to kiss your palm, "Tuk and Kiri are waiting for you, they want to collect materials for a present for mom."

You frown at his clear avoidance of his feelings, his bigger hands wrapping around yours, helping you up and bidding you goodbye, watching you round the bend towards the inner part of the village.

Your thoughts are filled with reruns of your conversation with Neteyam all day, only able to focus a few minutes at a time before you're thinking of a different way you could've approached the subject, made the conversation easier for Neteyam to open up to. Buy at every new thought, you find yourself at the same outcome: Neteyam dodging the subject all together.

Why did he have to be so stubborn? Yes, Ao'nung was a complete ass in our youth, but he isn't that boy anymore. Yes, you understand why Neteyam's so protective of you, but does that mean he can't open up to the possibility of new love? Maybe you need to console someone with everything, you could always trust Kiri with anything, especially if it involves Neteyam.

The day crawls by, simple chores feel like they take forever to finish, exchanging pleasantries with the girls as Tsireya teaches Tuk to deep dive now that she's old enough to collect seaweed that grows in the deeper portion of the reef by herself.

Neytiri has been feeling homesick lately, missing her mother most of all. So Tuk and Kiri wanted to distract her with some gifts made from the reef, changing out her older jewelry to match the new environment she's in.

"What's the matter?" Kiri questions, twisting two strands of dried seaweed together as Tuk splashes back into the water.

"There was seriously nothing that got past this woman." you think to yourself, spreading out a new bundle of seaweed, setting it in the sun to dry and keeping eye contact with the ground.

"Nothing's bothering me, I'm fine." you lie, pretending to ponder what beads you want to use for the bracelet you're making Neytiri.

Kiri hums, clearly not convinced. "So you acting distracted has nothing to do with Ao'nung following after you and Neteyam at the celebration a few weeks back?"

Your fingers lock, dropping the beads in the sand as you gaping at Kiri. "How did– who told–"

"Yawne," Your dumbfounded mumbling is cut off by Neteyam calling to you as he walks towards you and Kiri. Neteyam crouches behind you, kissing your ear before greeting his sister, "Meet me at the cove, we're having an early date night. I have a surprise for you." he whispers to you quickly before standing to keep going about his day, cheering Tuk on when she shows him her catch.

You avoid Kiri's knowing gaze as Neteyam walks away, focusing solely on gathering the beads you dropped and beginning to weave Neytiri her gift, praying Kiri doesn't ask anymore questions.

You practically run to your home when Tsireya suggests a break, giving quick goodbyes and dashing home, depositing the half finished bracelet in a chest by the back wall, closing it securely to ensure nothing gets lost. A neatly folded pile of clothes sitting on your shared hammock catches your eye.

You pick up the delicate fabric, holding it up to the light to examine the deep purple and lilac tones mixing together with the deep green seaweed holding everything together, fingering through the thin weaved details.

You quickly take off your shorts and tanktop, slipping into the new top and loincloth set, admiring the finely woven clothing that hugs your every curve perfectly. Your hands skim down the material, enjoying how the outfit was made in more of a Metkayina fashion than the usual Omatikaya styled clothes Neteyam would make for you.

Gathering a breathing mask in case you need it, you set out for the cove, barely hiding your excitement as you walk over. Neteyam's azure skin shines brightly in the setting sunlight, arms crossed as he rests against the side of a large rock, beautiful golden eyes squinting against the last light before eclipse as he watches the sunset.

"Kaltxì, ma sayrìp." you call out to him, shortening the distance between you quickly as you run to him, wrapping your arms around his hips and burying your face into his lower stomach, teasing your lips across his exposed V line. His loincloth is the same combination of deep purple and lilac, the same dark green seaweed twisted together to wrap around his lower hips, matching with your new outfit..

His stomach flexes under you as his laugh rumbles through his belly, his large hand cradling the back of your neck to hold you closer against him. "Kaltxì, ma lor. You look so beautiful." His hands gently pry your arms off of his hips so he can look down at your outfit, his eyes growing darker the more he drinks you in.

"I absolutely love it! It was such a nice surprise, thank you." you say, kissing his palm as further thanks.

Neteyam's lips quirk up in a small smirk, the back of his fingers caressing your cheek, "That isn't the surprise, follow me."

You except Neteyam's hand, holding on to him with both of your hands as he leads you around the cove into the opening of a very familiar cave. You watch in awe as night settles and the stone walls around you come to life, mixes of greens, blues, pinks, and purples light up the moss covering the walls, the sound of trickling water catching your ears.

Walking further in, it gets lighter as an opening in the ceiling of the cave cranks open to reveal a clear view of the sky, Alpha Centauri A and the millions the stars above acting like a living portrait, illuminating a collection of small pools of water that trickle down into one big pool.

This was Ao'nung's moon pool that he took you to months ago; you'd always wanted to come back, you were just hoping it would be with Ao'nung.

"It's breathtaking..." you say in wonderment, following Neteyam to the shimmering blue water's edge, letting your toes dip into the soft dirt leading into the warm water. "This is a beautiful surprise."

"This isn't your surprise." Neteyam tells you, smiling when you look up at him with confusion etched into your pretty face. His long fingers hold your chin, turning your head towards the shadowy portion of the pool where the deeper waters are at.

From the darkness, a pair of crystal blue eyes stare back at you, the familiar swirl of black ink on his cheek bone sets off butterflies in your stomach. Ao'nung slowly peers out from behind the rock wall he was leaning on, the water rippling around him as he slowly wades through the water into the light shining above.

"He's your surprise."

You squeeze Neteyam's hand as tightly as you could, bouncing on your feet from your growing excitement as your eyes constantly shift between Ao'nung and Neteyam, unsure of who to address first.

You feel Neteyam's bigger body fold in around you, hugging you from behind as his warm lips connect with your neck, laying a soft kiss to your skin before reaching your ear, blowing on it to get your attention. "Me and Ao'nung have come to an agreement, I've decided that Ao'nung would be an amazing addition to our relationship. And he's agreed to behave, isn't that right, sweet boy?"

Ao'nung peels his eyes off of you, looking up at Neteyam, "Yes, I promise."

Your heart is beating painfully fast as you feel your body heat all over, your excitement causing your hands to shake. Neteyam tugs at your top, teasing the knot as he slowly pulls it loose, "We even got our courting gifts this afternoon."

Your hand automatically reaches for the band of your loincloth, making eye contact with Ao'nung as your fingertips graze the fabric, "It's so beautiful, 'Nung, I love it so much." you tell him, unable to control the smile that graces your lips.

"Yes," Neteyam agrees, eyes softening as you looks at Ao'nung, "I love your gift, Tanhì."

Ao'nung's ears perk up at the praise, his heart skipping a beat at the endearing name Neteyam called him, a lavender hue dusting over his cheeks at the pure happiness on your face.

Neteyam takes his time slowly undoing the knots to your top and loincloth, savouring the feel of the soft fabric on your skin, kissing every inch of exposed skin, his teeth scraping against your shoulder in a feral smile when he notices Ao'nung shift in the water, hiding his growing erection as he watches Neteyam worship your body only a short distance away from him.

Ao'nung creeps closer, the water sitting just above where his the swell of his cock is, the dark pattern of black ink on his hip catching your eye. You never noticed that tattoo before, never seeing the way it follows down his V line towards his crotch. Ao'nung feels his pride swell when he sees Neteyam staring at the same tattoo as you, heavy lidded eyes trailing down his body and yours, unable to decide were to keep his focus.

Neteyam squeezes your bare hip, pulling on your earlobe with just the tip of his sharp canine, "Do you want to touch our sweet boy?" he asks, his eyes finding Ao'nung's desperate gaze.

You turn to Neteyam, big doe eyes pleading, "Please, Nete? I'll behave, I swear."

Neteyam smirks, "I've heard that before, little one." Neteyam soothes your growing pout with a soft peck to your lower lip, petting your cheek to relax you. His head dips for a moment, whispering into your ear. Ao'nung leans forward, wishing to know what Neteyam has planned, but he pulls away before Ao'nung could hear, letting you go with one last squeeze to your hips.

You immediately step into the warm water, hands outstretched towards Ao'nung as you take cautious steps into the rocky pool. Ao'nung takes your soft, small hand in his, holding back a whimper when your little arms wrap around his hips, squeezing him in a tight hug.

You nuzzle your face against his stomach, kissing the swirl of his tattoo, "Missed you, 'Nung." you tell him, resting your hands on the base of his erratically moving tail, rubbing against the butter soft skin at the base of his spine.

Ao'nung can't think straight, Neteyam's burning, lust filled gaze is like an anchor to Ao'nung, your soft breasts pressing together on his swelling cock causing his hips to jump forward prematurely, a broken whine leaving his lips.

"Ao'nung," Neteyam deep timber echoes in the small space, knocking Ao'nung out of the trance the two of you have put over him long enough to lock eyes with Neteyam. "Greet your future muntxate properly."

It's now Ao'nung realizes his hands are raised in the air, an automatic reaction to keep peace that is already present. Neteyam wants him to touch you, desires to watch Ao'nung touch you like last time.

Ao'nung reaches down, wrapping his hands around your soft waist, sinking to his knees until the water rests at his lower chest, pressing your body against his. He nuzzles his wide, flat nose against your cheek, rubbing his cheek against yours as he scents you, mingling yours and Neteyam's scent with his. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a hungry kiss, desperately asking for his full attention.

His moans are muffled against your mouth when your blunt teeth nibble on his bottom lip, asking for entrance that Ao'nung immediately gives you, savouring the feeling of your smooth tongue gently playing with his rougher tongue, shivering when your satin skin rubs against his, your arousal coating the humid air.

The barely audible sound of Neteyam shifting catches Ao'nung's attention, leaving your lips in favor of laying biting kisses on your pulse point, glancing at Neteyam as he does.

Neteyam has discarded his loincloth, his lean body casually resting on a rock ledge jutting out of the water, cock in hand as his thumb teases his slit, smearing the first drop of precum down his shaft, his breathing getting deeper and more concentrated as he watches Ao'nung leave marks on your chest and breasts.

"You're doing so good, Tanhì." Neteyam praises, eyelids fluttering close for just a second when his grip tightens around his leaking cock, giving it a firm stroke. "And you look so pretty with his marks, Yawne."

You squirm at the praise, grinding your hips across Ao'nung's throbbing cock as you tug him closer, grinning into the kiss when Ao'nung moans at the friction of your bodies grinding together.

Ao'nung can't peels his eyes off of Neteyam the same way he can't peel himself away from you. His touches growing more confident as he squeezes and pulls your soft body closer, every kiss growing more desperate and needy as his lips find any portion of your silky skin he can find. His eyes never leaving Neteyam, his cock throbbing as Neteyam's cock twitches in his grip, a cocky smile playing on his lips as he watches Ao'nung watch him.

Ao'nung's too preoccupied with watching Neteyam and kissing the delicate skin of your neck, that he doesn't pay attention to the way your hands glides down his wet chest and stomach, reaching below the water to wrap your small hand around his swollen cock, fingertips teasing his tip.

You giggle at the way Ao'nung crumbles at the sensation, his head falling forward to hide in your chest, back bowing as his hips flex forward, his whole body folding around yours as you tease him.

"Aw, it seems both my boys are so sensitive." you coo to Ao'nung, smiling at Neteyam as you give a one firm tug on Ao'nung's cock, causing the man under you to whine loudly in your ear.

Your hand can't even fully wrap around Ao'nung's cock. Like Neteyam that's long and slender, Ao'nung is long but very girthy. Your smile grows as you catch Neteyam bite his lip when he sees Ao'nung's size, his slow strokes stuttering for a moment as he rolls his pelvis into his fist, his cockhead growing a deeper shade of purple the longer he forces himself to draw out the pleasure building in his stomach.

Ao'nung pulls away from your chest, trying to hide his wanting moans better by latching onto your nipple, groaning around the perky nub causing you to groan with him, tightening your hold on him as your stroking grows just a little faster.

Neteyam stands from his perch, silently wading through the water until he's right behind you, kneeling down in the water and wrapping his long arms around both Ao'nung and you, molding your bodies against each other. Neteyam rests his chin on the top of your head, his fingertips grazing the fresh love bites littering your neck and chest before moving down to knead your other breast.

"You look so beautiful like this, little one." Neteyam purrs into your ear, tongue laying out to lick at your mating scar, leaving a few love bites of his own on your shoulder. Neteyam gets a hold of the undersides of your thighs, lifted you out of the water, wrapping your legs around Ao'nung's waist while your upper half rests on Neteyam's chest. Like this your body is on full display for the two Na'vi men cradling you against them, your drenched folds glistening in the low light.

Ao'nung's mouth fills with saliva as Neteyam plays through your slick folds, nudging against your clit causing you to whimper softly, pushing your core further inyo his teasing touch. With his other hand, Neteyam moves Ao'nung's hand off your hip, guiding him down to tease your neglected clit.

"You feel how we've been ignoring our precious tawtute." Neteyam questions, moving Ao'nung's finger in slow, tight circles around your aching clit, your soft moans like sweet music to both men as your head falls back on Neteyam's chest, your hand squeezing Ao'nung's cock so hard he practically sobs, rolling his hips further into your grip.

"Mawey, ma Tanhì." Neteyam soothes him, hiding his amused smile at how sensitive Ao'nung is, guiding his finger further down to your slick entrance, pushing just one of Ao'nung's fingers into your quivering hole, slowly stretching you open.

Ao'nung stills for a moment, curling his finger until you gasp, his fingertip pushing against your sweet spot, your slick running down his hand the more he plays with you as Neteyam circles your clit. "You are so wet, Paysyul." Ao'nung mumbles to himself, ears twitching at ever soft sound you made.

Neteyam grins, nuzzling his nose into your temple, "She always does. So needy and desperate," Neteyam pulls away from your pussy, gripping Ao'nung's chin, turning his gaze to him. "Just like you." he says, touching his nose to Ao'nung's in an affectionate nose bump.

His lips brush against Ao'nung's, the very tip of his tongue runs across his bottom lip before tugging his mouth closer, pushing his tongue into Ao'nung's mouth, sucking on his tongue in a sloppy kiss. Neteyam's hand leaves his jaw, dragging down his body until his hand wraps around Ao'nung's cock, giving a much firmer stroke than you could do, Neteyam's long fingers squeezing down Ao'nung's shaft, going back up to tease his leaking tip.

Ao'nung whines into Neteyam's mouth, biting at his bottom lip to try and keep quiet, "Nete, please!"

Neteyam hums, deepening the kiss as he quickens his strokes, a stream of precum running down his knuckles. You tremble in between them, thighs burning from how hard you're squeezing Ao'nung's waist, your mind going fuzzy as you feel Neteyam grind his hard, throbbing cock into your ass, pushing you deeper onto Ao'nung's fingers.

You reach above you, tangling your fingers into Neteyam's braids, pulling at them to get his attention, "Ma 'Nete, ma 'Nung, please I need you both..." you plead, praying Neteyam will finally fuck you and Ao'nung stupid like you've wanted for so long.

Pulling away from the kiss, Neteyam calms Ao'nung's groan of complaint by handing you over to him, wrapping his arm around Ao'nung's hips, guiding everyone out of the water. You cling to Ao'nung, kissing and nipping his neck until goosebumps erupt over his skin, comforting him as he whimpers at the loss of contact on his painfully hard cock.

"Lay down, sweet boy." Neteyam directs Ao'nung, helping him to lay on his back while holding you, spreading Ao'nung's legs and kneeling between them, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm. Your cunt sits ontop of Ao'nung's cock, your slick mixing with his precum and covering him in your combined juices, you grind down against him, your clit catching on his cockhead at every drag against him. Ao'nung face goes flushed, jaw going slacked as he moans, watching your smaller form hump against him, pushing his pelvis up to meet your movements.

"Yawne," Neteyam calls to you, his face set in a stern expression. You stop, nearly drawing blood from how hard you're biting your bottom lip, forcing yourself to stop. Ao'nung mimics you, stopping as he holds back his complaints that are quickly chases away when Neteyam lifts you up just enough to notch Ao'nung's cockhead at your entrance, slowly lowering you down onto his cock.

Ao'nung throws his head back, your tight pussy squeezing his cock so hard he's afraid he'll cum prematurely. "Oh, ma Eywa!" he whines, hips involuntarily bucking up another inch up into, your surprised gasp turning into a pained sob.

Neteyam stops, stern gaze landing on Ao'nung, "Behave or you don't cum." he reprimands, nuzzling against your cheek to check on how you're feeling. You pat Neteyam's cheek, giving Ao'nung a weak smile, petting the tattoo on his hip to comfort him.

Ao'nung nods, swallowing to wet his dry throat, "Ngaytxoa, ma Paysyul." he apologizes, letting Neteyam straighten his legs and push his hips back down. Neteyam widens his stance between his spreads legs, making it almost impossible to allow Ao'nung to thrust upwards.

Slowly, Neteyam begins to lower you down again, watching as your pussy stretches around Ao'nung's girth, you soft sobs muffled against Neteyam's bicep as you cling to him, a pleasuring burn shooting through your core and up your spine, your body trembling in his hold.

"Ha! Fuck!" you groan as your clit just barely bumps against Ao'nung's pelvic bone, your lower stomach bulging from how Ao'nung's cock has bullied it's way into you, his cockhead nestled against your cervix. Neteyam's iron grip on you loosens, setting you down so your upper body rests on Ao'nung's chest, letting him wrap his arms around you.

Neteyam leans over you and Ao'nung, pressing his chest into your back, "You're doing so well, little one, so perfect for your muntxatan." he coos, kissing your shoulders and the back of your neck as he pets Ao'nung's sweaty hair, playing with his tangled curls.

You mumble a incoherent response into Ao'nung's chest, clenching down when Ao'nung shifts under you, both of you fighting to keep calm. Neteyam sits back on his calves, admiring the view the two of you trying desperately to behave. Your soft, small form clinging onto Ao'nung spread out body, your cunt greedily sucking in his cock as he stretches you out to your limit.

It's a perfect sight. So perfect that Neteyam's cock twitches, ears swiveling at ever small sound that's made, tail lashing happily behind him.

He watches as your arousal leaks out around Ao'nung's cock, trickling down to his puckered hole. Spitting onto his fingers, Neteyam lightly teases Ao'nung's hole, mixing your slick and his spit to make a slick lube, dipping into Ao'nung's tight hole with his slick fingers, slowly stretching him.

Ao'nung yelps at the sudden intrusion, jump as Neteyam eases him open. The sudden jerk had driven his cock into your tight warmth, his thick cockhead bumping against your sweet spot as your clit slid against his slick skin. Both of you moan, starting a long line of whimpers and pleads from both your lust drunk minds, begging for more.

"Ao'nung, no moving!" you whine, your nail digging into his skin to ground yourself. Ao'nung swallows his cries when Neteyam's fingers curl into his pleasure spot, focusing on soothing you instead. "I am s-sorry, Paysyul. I a-am trying..."

"Try harder!"

Your back an forth, barely audible bickering through whimpers and whines makes Neteyam chuckle as he withdraws his finger, quickly replacing them with his leaking cockhead. Ao'nung props himself on his elbows when he feels the initial stretch of Neteyam's cock pushing into his lightly stretched hole, both men groaning loudly at the sensation.

Ao'nung grips you impossibly tighter, his fingers sure to leave bruises as he squeezes your pliable body against his toned chest, his cock twitch, rubbing against your sweet spot making you moan with him.

Neteyam sighs in relieve when his pelvis meets the swell of Ao'nung's ass, surprising Ao'nung when Neteyam grips his thighs and dragging the Metkayina closer, resting his toned thighs ontop of his, making absolutely sure he goes as deep as possible.

"Please, please, please, let me move!" you beg, resting your palms on Ao'nung's chest, ignoring the shaking in your arms from how on edge you are to look up at Neteyam. He kisses your forehead, taking your soft mounds in his hands, kneading at them to hopefully sedate you for now.

"Tanhì," Neteyam's voice is hoarse and deep as he sweetly calls to the dazed man under you. Ao'nung can barely open his eyes from the full sensation filling his entire body, your warm, gummy walls massaging his cock as Neteyam's cock rubs and twitches against his pleasure spot. Forcing his eyes open, Ao'nung wants to whines as his eyes drink in your pleasure dazed state and Neteyam's hungry eyes.

"You make our Yawne cum, then you get to, sweet boy." Neteyam tells him, experimentally rolling his hips forward, the movement pushing your body up, dragging Ao'nung's throbbing cock against your overly sensitive walls. All three of you melt at the feeling, Neteyam thrusts forward again with more force, gruffly groaning directly in your ear as your driven up Ao'nung's cock, falling back down as Neteyam draws back, your pulsing clit gliding on Ao'nung's tattoo.

The small cave is covered in your moans, heavy panting making the air more humid than it was already was with the warm water, wet squelch and skin slapping against skin barely covering over the cries and pleas coming from you and Ao'nung as you're forced to take the brutal pace Neteyam has set.

Ao'nung is unable to move as you bounce on his cock at every sharp thrust Neteyam delivers to his raw hole, laying limp as he's fucked stupid by the two people he's desired the most, hands constantly wandering between holding you and gripping at Neteyam.

Your body is crushed between the two Na'vi men, being moved and shifted in every direction Neteyam desires as he relentlessly fucks you and Ao'nung, his large palm lightly pushing on your lower back so your clit grinds on Ao'nung's pelvic bone at every thrust, using his hold on you to ensure you're fucked nice and deep on Ao'nung's cock.

The burning heat in your lower stomach is limb numbing, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment. And it seemed Ao'nung was right behind you by the way his moans have gotten more high pitched and desperate.

"N-Need to cum, Nete baby, please!" you plead.

"Ma Nete, I-I cannot h- ah! Cannot hold myself b-back much longer..." Ao'nung can barely speak as he grits his teeth, thinking of anything but the way the two of you are fucking the life out him.

Neteyam bites his lip to keep from whimper at how desperate you both sound, his movements stuttering before picking back up, delivery deep, quick strokes. His hot breath tickling your sticky skin as he whispers to you, "Cum for us, Yawne."

Your blunt teeth dig into Ao'nung's pectoral muscle to muffle your scream as your orgasm shakes through your body, clenching so hard around Ao'nung he screams with you, blunt nails cutting into your skin as you fall limp into his rapidly moving chest.

"Cum for me, Tanhì."

Neteyam's words flip a switch inside Ao'nung as he immediately cums, sobbing as his hot cum fills your spent cunt, cumming so much it spills out over his thighs, your small body trembling from the overstimulation.

Neteyam's gravely moans are hidden into your back, his teeth scraping your sweat slicked skin as he snarls from how tightly Ao'nung is clenching around him. His seed painting Ao'nung velvety walls white, his body twitching with Ao'nung as he finally gets relief after so long of neglecting himself the pleasure of cumming.

Neteyam's big, heavy body goes slacked against yours, staying there for just a moment before rolling off you, his still shaking hands taking ahold of your sore body, pulling you off Ao'nung's now soft cock, cradling your shivering form between the two of them, pulling Ao'nung to spoon you with him, keeping you warm with their big bodies.

"My loves did so good." Neteyam praises, letting you both use his arm as a pillow, his other arm thrown across your waist and Ao'nung's chest.

Both you and Ao'nung lay almost lifeless in Neteyam's arms, giving your own grumbled responses as he chuckles at you.

A countless amount of time passes, drifting in and out of consciousness as the three of you stay close together, exchanging small kisses and tender touches.

Neteyam's hand travels to the back of Ao'nung's head, long fingers wrapping around his tswin, gently pulling it forward, slowly dragging his hand down the braid covered neural cord until he reaches the tuff of hair at the end that opens to reveal Ao'nung's soft pink tendrils, writhing in the air, waiting for a connection. Ao'nung watches as Neteyam grabs his own tswin forward, holding it in his other hand, holding the two ends up.

Your small hand massages Neteyam's thigh, giving a tired, but encouraging smile from your spot nestled against his chest.

"We would be honoured to have you as our mate." Neteyam says, putting his tswin down for a moment to pet Ao'nung's cheek.

Ao'nung looks down at you, pretty blue eyes wide with curiosity at your answer. You smile up at him, petting his other cheek, thumbing over the tattoo on his cheekbone. "Be our mate, Nungie."

He nods, taking his tswin from Neteyam, presenting it to him. Neteyam grabs his tswin, giving it to you, "Bond us, little one."

Glee bubbles in your chest as you bring Neteyam's queue closer to Ao'nung's, watching as the tendrils gently intertwine with each other, making a purple-ish pink glow emanate from the new bond, both men shuddering as tsaheylu is made.

You admire both men as they close their eyes, savouring the feeling of their minds intermingling, feeling everything the other feels, seeing memories and how they felt in those moments. You lean forward, giving a soft kiss to both of their lips. Neteyam lazily kisses you back, holding your head in his big hand in promise of giving you a better kiss later. Ao'nung chases after your lips, asking for another even as he still concentrates on his new bond with Neteyam.

Neteyam hums, an amused smile gracing his full lips, "You were mean for nothing, Ao'." he teases, opening his eyes to stare at his new mate.

Ao'nung blushes a deep lavender hue as you giggling, snuggling into his side, "So were you."

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Kinkmas : Day 7

Under a Table/Blanket

A/N: hope yall had a great christmas/holiday!

Pairing: Rotxo x fem! Navi reader

Warnings: under a blanket, outdoors, cockwarming, teasing, creampie, almost being caught

You sit idly, watching the bonfire and listening to your friends stories and laughter as everyone drinks down some fermented berry drinks. There's a slight chill in the air, so you're covered in a soft woven blanket gifted to you from Tsireya.

You're perched in your partners lap, his fingers clutching over your hips desperately and he rests his forehead against your shoulder blade.

"Mmph, paskalin," Rotxo almost slurs, kissing over your skin tenderly,"Please, can we go?"

You shift your hips and stifle the grin on your lips at the sound of a poorly covered whimper. He's hard, completely unsheathed by now beneath his tewng thansk to your ministrations of rolling your hips just slightly and laying the plush of your bum over him.

"Not yet, ma'yawntutsyìp, we haven't had the opportunity to hang out with our friends much," you coo softly, turning to gaze at him,"We wouldn't want to spoil that, would we?"

He grumbles against your shoulder and you snicker, turning in his lap and cupping his cheek to kiss his lips sweetly.

You think for a moment, biting your lip as you gaze at his darkened cheeks and pleading eyes.

"Aw, how could I ever say no to you?"

He almost perks up, moves to sit up and leave, but spots how you sneak a hand down his front, teasingly touching over his flexing abs. He inhales sharply when your knuckles graze over his hardened flesh, soon making contact with his member. He ducks into your neck, panting against you and clinging hard enough to your hips that there's sure to be bruises later.

You hear some snickering to your right, obvious that your friends are making fun of how lovey you were on Roxto.

Your smirk, kissing him sweetly once more and swallowing the moan he releases when you tug his length out of his tewng and stroke him quickly, rubbing your thumb over the tip.

Thank goodness the blanket hadn't fallen off of the two of you by now, because you're quick to pull away from his length and mouth, ignoring his huff of frustration and turning around. You act like you're getting comfortable, but you're simultaneously tugging your own tewng to the side and grasping his length, aiming at your wet cunt.

"W-wait, oh, Eywa-" He whispers, looking around frantically before holding his breath and slumping into you.

To everyone else, it looks normal; typical love birds getting cozy around the fire. You smirk to yourself, inching down on his length and masking the slight sting of the stretch, but luckily your slick helps ease the way.

After a moment, you're sitting on him completely, his length buried deeply into your gummy walls and he clutches onto you, panting against your shoulder.

"You feel so good, yawne," you coo softly, leaning back to kiss his temple.

He whines softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your midsection,"Pl-please, mmph-"

Your walls pulse around him and his length presses snug against your cervix and all those sensitive parts inside, leaving you shivering and trouble masking your pleasure. You start to think that this was a bad idea, especially when your friends start to rough house and try to involve your partner, to which you grumble at them and say you're too comfortable to let him move.

He's breathing heavier against you, hands tracing over your ribs and stomach.

You take this moment to roll your hips, rocking on his length just slightly enough to have him poorly muffling a whine into your hair.

"No- no more, too much," he pants, clenching his eyes shut.

You ignore his plea, keeping an eye on your friends around you as you clench your inner walls,"Can you finish for me?"

Your voice is sweet like nectar, cooing in his ear soft once again and he's gripping you harshly, pressing you firmly against himself, panting against your neck.

"C'mon, tahni," you shimmy your hips,"Cum for me."

He bites his lower lip hard, a stifled whimper being swallowed down as the combined amount of pressure and heat around his length, with the fact that the added thrill was surprisingly good, he cums deep into your cunt.

It last for a solid minute, filling you up and leaving you breathless, needing your own orgasm.

You realize that you'd zoned out for a minute there, too wrapped up in being stuffed full of cum, to hear your name being called.

"-seem tired?" Tsireya's voice is sweet, concerned as she leans towards you two.

"What was that?"

She snickers,"Maybe you two should head home, you seem tired."

Roxto plays tired, slowly lifting his head with a mock sleepy grin,"We should, yawne," followed by a yawn.

You nod, feigning a yawn too,"Yeah, I'm sorry, Reya, it's been a long day.."

"Don't apologize! Go get some rest, you both need it," Tsireya, sweet and caring as always, tells everyone to start to quiet down and begins to smother the fire.

You take a moment when everyone is distracted to quickly lift off of his length and fix your tewng, ignoring his hiss at the cold before he quickly fixes his own tewng too. You stand, folding the blanket over your arm and wait for Roxto, smiling softly down at him.

When you're finally out of ear shot, you grip his bicep and speed up to your shared marui.

He snickers,"Who's eager now?"

You roll your eyes fondly,"Shut up, skxawng, or I'll pleasure myself and make you watch."

A/N: love him

Tags: @akoyaxs @vee1728 @ikeyniofthetayrangi

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar smut #avatar way of water #avatar12daysofkinkmas #avatarsmut #atwow rotxo #avatar rotxo #rotxo x reader #rotxo smut

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tiyawnyana · 4 months

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Actually can't stop laughing over the first three LMAOOO

This is our narriator in avatar 3 btw

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tiyawnyana · 4 months

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GOD DAMN I LOVE HIM THE WAY YOU WRITE HIM IS SO DELICIOUS

Curiosity

Pairing: Adult Spider x McCosker step-sister reader

Words: 6.5K

Summary: Being curious is a natural thing, especially when such a strange man walks the halls you live in. How can you not ask to have your curiosity satisfied?

Warnings: Aged-up character, NSFW, stepcest, Spider has nipple piercings and a dick piercing, slight stalking, mentions of porn, innocent reader, corruption kink, oral sex (male and fem receiving), orgasm denial, hair pulling, P in V, choking, cocky Spider.

Notes: Dedicated to my baby, @tallulah477. Merry Christmas, Babygirl!

Credit: Credit to @championwearingachampion for the Spider gif. Credit to @cafekitsune for the MDNI and Support banners. Divider by @saradika-graphics.

Na'vi Translation:

Ma__, kempe si fìtsenge nga: What are you doing here?

Hì'ang: Insect

Eywa, tìtxur oe ting, tìyerkup skxawng: Eywa, give me strength, this moron's going to die.

Syulang: Flower

Sevin: Pretty

Skxawng: Idiot, moron

Lor: Beautiful; Pleasant to the senses.

Kalin nìftxan: So sweet

Oeyä: My (possessive)

Your life is mind numbingly boring. Especially considering you're an 'alien' born on an 'alien' planet, you'd think you would have a better life story. You couldn't control that you were born on Pandora, Earth is apparently dying so what's the point in going back? At least, that was your parent's mindset.

It's never been easy for you, growing up on a Pandora was like living an oxymoron. If you're from Earth, then by definition you're an alien to the Na'vi and they're an alien to you. But if you're born on Pandora and still human, you're still considered alien even though it's the only planet, humanoid species, and way of life you've ever known.

Your parents never bothered to try and jump through the mind melting hoops it would take to associate you and your siblings with Pandora's flora and fauna, nor did they put in the effort to introduce any of you properly to Pandora's natives, leaving you and your two younger brothers to feed off of whatever stories about the Na'vi you could get out of Norm and Max.

It's not like you've never seen a Na'vi before, Jake Sully visits Hell's Gate every so often, and you're always hanging around the Avatar drivers, you even saw the Sully brothers talking to Norm and Max from afar one time. But if there was one true way to know how the Na'vi live, it's through your outcasted step-brother Miles; or Spider, as he likes to call himself.

He's so... strange. Walking almost naked through the halls with only a flimsy loincloth covering his blue painted body. Unmanaged locs filled with beads and feathers sticking out in every direction, Omatikayan styled jewelry decorating his body. He even has his damn nipples pierced!

He's so foreign to you, sticking out like a sore thumb among the scientists and Avatar drivers around him. Your father is on his last straw with the strange man, threatening to lock him out of Hell's Gate unless he washes the blue stripes off his body, brushed his hair and put on normal people clothes.

And each time your father would scream at Miles, get in his face and call him ever Na'vi slur ever made, Miles would simply leave. Go out into Pandora's dense jungle and stay there until your father's temper has cool, then he'd come back and act as if nothing happened and your father and mother would continue to ignore him.

In your youth you didn't understand what was happening, now as a young adult it takes everything in you not to lash out at your parents, scream at them like they scream at Miles. But no matter your rage, you could never do it. The basic instinct to cower when your father straightens his back or your mother settles her glare at you is too deep, your childhood lessons to stay away from all things Na'vi still takes root deep in your core.

And just like you're banned from ever being involved with the Omatikaya, you've been banned from even speaking to the wild man roaming the halls. Afraid his wildness would rub off of any of their precious children, getting taken away by the unknowns of Pandora and her deity.

Of course that never stopped you from admiring him, it's impossible not to. He's so tall and broad, defined muscles carved into his towering form, skin tan from his time in the sun, azure stripes decorating his body with handcrafted jewelry that cling together and create a almost peaceful chime with his every step.

Your parents would be disgusted to know that their eldest child and only daughter is looking at this freak of man with such lust, but you don't give a shit, not if you could just curve your growing hunger.

Maybe smile or wave at him, give a soft hello and get one back. And maybe, just maybe get a full conversation out of him, finally get some answers as to why he chooses to be like this.

If he wanted to he could study and practice science like you, have an ordinary haircut with ordinary clothes in an ordinary room with a real bed and not the rickety hammock he rigged for himself. Have dinners with people like him with food that he can actually digest. But even as you ponder these possibilities, they sour themselves the moment you actually try to imply the visuals to the person. A ordinary life looks too odd on someone like Miles, he wasn't made for it.

But your mind can't wrap around the idea of him being a freak of nature like your brother calls him. If humans were the ones to invade Pandora, then we're the aliens, and like any good inhabitant of a planet foreign, you learn to adapt, learn to survive with the help of the indigenous.

So he won't be ordinary, and he isn't a freak. He's just one big ass curiosity; a curiosity you plan on fully discovering one day.

Your nose is buried in your 'Earth Science And Biology' text book, flipping through the worn pages as you take notes to study later. You take a sip of your boxed apple juice, nibbling on a rehydrated cookie as you lean against the table you're sat at, shifting in your seat to get more comfortable.

Your youngest brother, Sammy, is babbling away in his high chair, scarfing down handfuls of lightly mashed, rehydrated peas next to you. Occasionally smacking his little table to get your attention or ask for more food.

Your other brother, Henry, is banging around the cafeteria kitchen, making the loudest, most annoying noises known to man because he can't find the mayonnaise.

You roll your eyes as Henry let's out another exaggerated groan, watching as he slams a cupboard close through the big viewing window looking into the kitchen.

"Do you have to be so fucking loud? I'm trying to study." you yell at him, your voice echoing through the big room like Henry's obnoxious noises.

All you hear in response is Henry faking a nasally, high pitched voice, repeating your words back to you.

"Rodent." you mutter to yourself, flipping to the next page of your textbook. Before you can re-immerse yourself back into your studies, a tall, muscular figure walks into the cafeteria, pushing open the swinging doors into the kitchen.

You can hear Henry say something unintelligent to Miles before walking out of the kitchen, beelining for your table. You pay Henry no mind as he talks to you as he approaches, keeping your eyes trained on the blue striped man wandering around in the kitchen. Watching as his back muscles flex when he moves a heavy box of canned goods from one side of the kitchen to the other.

You're too focused on watching Miles that you turn the page of your textbook too roughly and tearing it a little. "Shit! Ooh, for fuck sakes!" you cuss, sitting up to assess the damage better.

Just then Henry plops into the seat across the table from you, a glass of powdered milk and a overly large sandwich in his other hand, the walking germ not even bothering to use a plate.

"HA! Way to go, shit for brains!" Henry cackles at your demise, laughing through a mouthful of food, spraying some at you as he goes.

"Listen here you infectious pest forced into my life–"

"AH!" Just then Sammy slaps his table, throwing mashed peas in every direction, covering you and Henry in a spray of green.

"SAMMY!" you both yell, causing the toddle to squeal with laughter, smacking his table a few more times. Closing your textbook, you grab Sammy's squirming hands, cooing at him when he starts to cry from the restriction. You snatch all the napkins from Henry and wipes down Sammy's arms and table, moving to wipe your face and textbook clean.

You dodge Henry's attempts at taking a napkin from you, "Fend for yourself, germ." you tell him, throwing the dirty napkins at him.

Glancing up quickly, you do a double take when you're met with a pair of big, brown eyes staring back at you. Miles's is just standing there, hovering by the doorway as he munches on a fruit, eyeing the exchange between you and your siblings, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips when Sammy giggles at Henry's disgusted face as he pulls out a piece of mashed pea from his sandwich.

Your chest constricts as you watch your siblings with him, only a room apart yet you're both a worlds away from each other. All you have is dangling in front of Miles's eyes on a daily, yet according to your family, he'd never have any of it.

Before you can call out to invite Miles to your siblings lunch gathering, he's already walking out of the cafeteria, big shoulders shoving the doors open and disappearing down the hall.

"Hey, lover girl, get back into reality and help me clean this turd up before Mom gets back." Henry tells you, throwing a soggy napkin at your chest to get your attention.

Without even looking at him you raise your middle finger, flipping him off before pulling Sammy out of his high chair and grabbing your textbook, ignoring Henry's complaints about cleaning the table and walking out of the cafeteria.

You spend the next hour bathing Sammy, getting more covered in soap than he did. Afterwards you shower quickly, keeping Sammy entertained with a blank sheet and a bunch of broken crayons. After getting dressed you greet your parents from their trip to the lowlands, sitting through a boring dinner of back and forth questions about how the last three days have treated everyone. And as always you lie.

Lying was easier than admitting that for the last three days you've contemplated banging your head against a wall more than you can remember. It's easier than admitting that you've been reading but not actually comprehending the textbook you've been buried with the last two weeks. And it was so much easier than admitting you'd rather adventure out into Pandora's danger filled forest with their disowned, freak of a step-son and explore the Na'vi way of life.

Instead you say you're fine, studies are doing great, and that you're content in the place your life is going so far. That yes, you do think you'll be a good xenobotonist. That yes, you enjoyed taking care of your siblings, even Henry. And yes, you won't go out and do the things that their scientist buddies did in their youth. I mean come on, who would wants fun? Boredom is so much more exciting.

You're restless, tossing and turning in your bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, counting the tiles and the amount of times the aroma diffuser on your bedside changes through the many different colors. Giving up you sit up, grabbing your sketch book and opening it to a fresh page, turning on your workpad for a reference photo. You flip through the many different photos of the different members of the Omatikaya, finally settling on a picture of a scowling warrior, the picture tagged as:

Tsu'tey te Rongloa Atey'itan: Deceased

As you outline his face and upper shoulders, you can't help but imagine his story. How did he die? Did he have a wife or children? Was he as mean as he seemed in the photo?

It always amazed you at how tone deaf your parents were, how easy it was for them to never go near the Omatikaya clan, that they didn't even feel bothered to teach their children the native language of this planet. That their history is foreign to you, every member a complete stranger to you and you live only six klicks from the village.

How ignorant! It's practically a tragedy. A living example on human stupidity.

Your anger is taken out on your sketch, the tip of your pencil snapping, causing a deep, ugly black mark in the middle of the warrior's face. You bite back a scream, slamming your book shut with the broken pencil still inside, throwing it carelessly on your desk.

You flop back on your bed with a sigh, throwing your arms over your eyes, hoping the complete darkness would trick your mind into sleeping.

From down the hall there's a faint creak. Nothing too alarming, just someone opening their bedroom door. But you know the next squeak that you hear, the sound of the farther door from yours closing shut. Miles's door.

You snap up, your body going stiff as a board, unconsciously holding your breath to hear better. He's completely silent, not even his jewelry making a sound as he walks down the hall, the only way you're sure he even made it out of the sleeping quarters was the whoosh of the automatic sliding door opening and closing.

Without a thought you're flinging your bedsheets off, stumbling around as you shove your shoes on, grabbing the first jacket you see and wrenching your door open, heaving from the rush of getting ready. Collecting yourself, you reach for the hook next to your door, grabbing the breathing mask that's been hanging there since before you moved into the room, a thick layer of dust covering it.

Pulling the black cardigan you grabbed on, you start wiping the dust off the mask with the sleeves, creeping out of the automatic sliding door and arounding the corner, looking for any signs of Miles. You're met with darkness, only a distant, loud bang of the Samson hanger door closing.

You practically sprint through the darkness, running into different objects as you go. You're bruised and panting by the time you reach the hanger, just barely making out Miles's silhouette ducking out of the emergency exit door. You cringe, expecting the loud blaring of the sirens to sound overhead, but it never comes, you even look up at the dim alert light expectingly.

Does anything in this hell hole actually work?!

Pushing that thought to the side, you run the length of the hanger, slamming into the exit door, stopping as your hands make contact with the cold metal door. You clip the exopack to the band of your shorts, pulling the now dust free mask onto your face, flipping it on and waiting for the air in the mask to regulate before pushing it open.

You freeze mid stride, standing half in Hell's Gate and half outside. This was stupid, right? Chasing after a blue striped freak in the middle of the night to follow him outside, a place you've never been and you have absolutely no experience with. It's so incredibly and indescribably stupid.

And with that one last thought you're out the door, running into the dense forest in front of you, chasing after whatever signs of Miles you could find. The longer you run, the more Pandora came to life.

The very ground you're walking on glows in a inviting, light green aura. Fan lizards flying away in a blur of color, large bugs buzzing around you as prolemurises sound there calls above you.

It's absolutely breathtaking, so alive and beautiful. You want to cuss your parents out from holding back such a wonder from your life, trying to make you believe that this beauty is nothing compared to the 'modern structure and livability of Hell's Gate'. Bunch of lying assholes.

You stop walking, looking up to stare at the humongous panopyra hanging above you, it's magenta pink glow illuminating the landscape around you, completely mesmerizing you, transfixed by it's magnetic glow.

"Ma hì'ang, kempe si fìtsenge nga?"

Suddenly a figure appears in front of you from the branches above, their body towering over you. You scream, falling on your ass in your rush to get away, flaring your arms in every direction.

"Eywa, tìtxur oe ting, tìyerkup skxawng." Miles looks up to the sky, pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Finally able to see his face clearly, you notice he's maskless, breathing Pandora's toxic air with ease. "What are you doing here?"

"M-Miles, you scared me." you clutch at your chest, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

Miles rolls his eyes, sighing again, a disappointed look taking over his pretty face. "It's Spider."

Your brows furrow, lips pulling down in a frown, "What?"

"I prefer being called Spider, nobody but Nash, Mary, and your snot nose brother calls me Miles."

You suppress an eye roll, wiping your dirt covered hands together, trying to rub the dirt off. "Well then, thanks for the help, Spider, but you still scared the shit out of me."

Spider rolls his eyes again, "Whatever. Just go."

You ignore Spider's standoffish behaviour, standing up to try and talk with him. "How in the living hell are you breathing without a exopack?"

Spider's face scrunches in confusion, "Are you serious?" When he's met with nothing but your expecting expression he reaches into the pouch on his hip, pulling out a respirator mask attached to a black cylinder. Spider steps forward, grasping the corner of your mask, "Hold your breath."

"What is–" you try to ask, but Spider pulls up your mask, replacing it with the respirator device, covering your nose and mouth.

"Exhale," he commands and you immediately do so, expelling the air from your lungs so quickly you feel slightly dizzy. Spider pushes a small button on the side of the cylinder, yellow mist filling the respirator. "Inhale."

You comply, inhaling the dry mist in one big breath. Spider pulls the respirator away, "Hold it." he tells you as he puts the respirator back into the pouch, he then reaches for the exopack clipped to your shorts, wrapping the cord that connects the mask around the machine, making it easy to carry. Spider looks at your face, a soft chuckle rumbling through his chest. "You can breathe normally now, skxawng, it's Norm and Max's formula."

Slowly and with great caution, you exhale, yellow painting your breath. You take a sip of air, closing your eyes in fear of suffocating, but instead of choking on the overly carbonated air, you're able to breathe the air like in Hell's Gate, albeit there's a faint pressure on your chest with each breath, but over all easy.

"What formula?" you ask.

Spider raises his eyebrow, scoffing like you've asked him a stupid question. "Wow, they really don't tell you anything, do they?"

Spider gestures to the mask to your mask, "A couple years back Norm and Max found a plant in the lowlands that help with oxygenation, when combined with the right chemicals it allows our lungs to filter out the toxic gas in the air, letting us breathe normally for a couple of hours. It's why your parents travel to the lowlands so often, they're collecting more specimens every trip."

You felt like you've been punched in the face. A couple of years? They've been keeping something like this from you for years? What a bunch of motherf–

Spider sharply tugs on your arm, yanking you closer to him, so close that you can feel his hot breath fan across your neck and chest, his nose bumping against yours for a moment before you pull away, trying to pull out of his tight grasp. His chest is pressed against yours, the only thing separating your chest from his is the thin tank top you're wearing, his nipple piercings brushing against your nipples that have firmed up in the night air, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. "Answer my question, why are you here?"

Your throat suddenly feels dry, trying to swallow what little spit you have to moisten your throat, "I just wanted to see where you're going, you disappear every night–"

"So? That's my business not yours." Spider lets your arm go, putting space between the two of you, allowing you to breathe again. "Go home, syulang, the forest is too dangerous for you." Spider turns, starting to walk away from you.

You reach out for him, fingers barely grazing his bicep, "But I just–"

Spider wips around, grabbing your arm again in a vice like grip, "Will you for once in your stuck up, perfect little life listen to me? Go. Home."

"But I just want to–"

"What? Spend an hour with your freak of an older brother?" Spider questions, stepping forward so close you have to step back.

"You want to go back home and tell everyone about how you venture out and survived the night in hell's playground?" Spider keeps coming at you, forcing you against the ginormous tree looming above you, it's rough bark scratching your skin.

"Or is it that you just want to mock me to my face? Is that what is that you want, sevin? Wanna tell me to my face how perfect you are and how much of an idiot you think I am?" Spider's arms cage you against the tree trunk, his hands balled into fists by your head.

"No, no I just wanted–"

"WHAT?!" Spider screams.

"I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU!" you snap, shoving at Spider's chest even though he doesn't move an inch. "I want your freedom, I want your bravery and strength!" you're starting to rant, getting in Spider's face like he was doing to you.

Spider steps back but you just follow, "I want your carefree way of living and how you don't give a shit how people perceive you! I want to express myself freely and not get judged! I want your attention! I want you!" The words leave your mouth before you can comprehend what you're saying, the fire from before immediately being extinguished as you watch Spider's eyes grow wide.

Your shoulders slump, caving in on yourself as Spider just stares at you, an unreadable expression plastered on his face. "S-Spider I didn't–"

Spider steps forward, standing chest to chest once again, his warm, calloused hands cup your face, titling your head up to look at him. His usual kind brown eyes have darkened, pupils dilated so much that if you didn't know better you'd think his eyes were black.

"Listen to me, lor, what you're asking for is dangerous. You're too fragile, too innocent for my world." he tells you, his lips brushing against yours at every word.

As much as you craved for his touch, to feel his lips against yours, his words angered you. Your hands wrap around his wrists, digging your nails into his skin, "I'm not fragile, and I'm sure as hell not innocent!"

Spider barks a laugh, leaning back enough to see your face better, "Finding and watching your father's shitty porn collection does not count, syulang. Watching someone fuck and actually getting fucked are two different things."

He had you beat there. Considering your siblings and Spider were the only other kids at Hell's Gate, you are a virgin, and at this point it's completely against your will, if you could you would've jump the nearest hot Na'vi you saw and gotten the whole thing over with.

"Oh, and you're so knowledgeable about fucking, hm?" you snap, pushing against Spider's grip on your face, leaning close to whisper, "You don't know how to fuck someone proper, everything you've learned is from, what? Tape number 5? 6? You seem like the sub type."

"Oh, my sweet syulang," One of his hands moves from your cheek to your neck, wrapping his long fingers around your soft neck, squeezing to the point that your eyes widen in fear as he drags you impossibly closer. "I'm going to ruin you."

Spider's warm, chapped lips smash into yours, biting at your bottom lip so he can lick into your mouth, pushing the entirety of his body flush against yours. Your mind is cloudy, feeling like you've been wrenched out of your body as you helplessly whimper into his mouth, unsure of what to do as you just let him kiss you, your knees growing weak when you feel the deep rumble of his appreciative groan against your chest.

Bending at the knees, Spider grinds his pelvis into yours, making moan when you feel the hard outline of his cock bulging through his loincloth, your hands fall to his chest, exploring every dip and curve of his toned body before settling on the back of his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. Spider smirks against your lips, pulling away but doesn't stop his soft grinding.

"Kalin nìftxan." he murmers, licking his lips before bending down to softly peck your lips, giving you a devious smile when you eagerly kiss him back. His hand leaves your neck, grabbing a firm hold on your shoulders, lightly pushing you down, "Get on your knees, sevin."

Your knees knuckle embarrassingly quick, kneeling before him as he holds you there. One hand goes to brace itself against the tree while the other cups your face, thumbing across your bottom lip, Spider's eyes trained on the small amount of saliva he left on your lip, spreading it as he thinks.

"You really wanna learn about fucking, babygirl?"

You immediately nod, not even thinking about your response. Spider chuckles at your eagerness, "Words, baby. It's not a answer without words." he reminds you, tapping your lips.

Was this really what you wanted? To fuck your step-brother in the forest in the middle of the night? Your eyes shift from Spider's, looking down as you think, but something about Spider's loincloth catches your attention. Through the prominent outline of his erection, there's a small bump at the top where the head is. Your head tilts, unconsciously leaning forward to understand what you're seeing. Spider follows your gaze, humming in amusement when he notices what you're staring at. "It's pierced."

Your head snaps up, "What?"

Spider laughs, turning his head for a moment to collect himself, "My dick is pierced, I've had it for a while now. It's just not the type of thing I can go around Hell's Gate telling everybody about."

Immediately your hands find the knots tying his loincloth together, struggling to undo the knots as you roughly tug against the strings. Spider's laughs from above you is like sandpaper against the walls of your mind, "I'll take that as an enthusiastic yes then." he swats your hands away, easily pulling the strings and ridding himself of the poorly made clothing.

His hard cock springs up, slapping his stomach wetly, a deep groan sounding above you as Spider bites at his bottom lip. The tip is dark pink, shining in low lighting with the first drop of precum, but you're eyes are glued to the small wood polished jewelry embedded into the sensitive skin of his tip, the piercing glistening from his precum that drips down the piercing to his shaft.

You stare wide eyed at his huge cock, truly surprised by his size and girth, he easily beat the porn actors you saw in your father's shitty porn tapes. Spider's big, warm hand grasps your jaw, catching your attention, "What's the matter, baby? What happened to all your experience?" he teases, pinching your cheek.

You smack his hand away, raising your middle finger at him. Spider snorts, "Oh, I plan to. Come here," Spider grabs your hand wrapping your hand around his lower shaft, lacing his fingers over yours. His thumb swipes over the tip, presenting his wet thumb to you, your mouth automatically falls open, allowing him to swipe the salty liquid across your tongue. "Good girl, so pretty like this."

Your thumb mimics what Spider had done, spreading the precum across his tip, over his piercing and a little down his shaft. His hips twitch at the sensation of your small, soft hands playing with his cock, letting out a pleasuring sigh. "That's it, sevin. Spit on it."

Your lips pucker, watching as a drop of your spit falls on his pulsing cockhead, the softest of whimpers leaving him at the contact, a sadistically happy smirk taking over his features as you start to jerk him off, the wet sounds of your spit and his precum mixing and gliding across his cock fills the air, coating the air with Spider's panting.

Your head dips, lips wrapping around his flushed tip, your tongue rolling over his piercing, smiling around him when Spider moans above you. His hand tangles in your hair, pressing your head down to push his cock further into mouth. Your cheeks hollow, tongue massaging the underside of his cock, eyes filling with tears as his tip tickles the back of your throat.

Curious your slick hand leaves his shaft, going down to gently cup his swollen balls, experimenting as you roll them in your hand. Spider cusses, yanking you off his cock by your hair, his sweaty chest heaves as he stares down at you, eyelashes clumped together from your tears as a mix of precum and spit covers your chin.

"Why did you–" Before you can finish, Spider's wrapping his bulky arms around you, lifting you off the ground with ease, seating you ontop of a tall rock, your lower stomach level with his face. "Why the hell–"

"Ever had your pussy eaten before, syulang? Spider asks, fingering at your shorts, rubbing the soft material between his fingers.

His question catches you off guard, dumbfounding you as you gape at him, "What– I– No. Nobody has ever... " your face grows warm at the thought, losing the nerve to finish your sentence.

Spider's teeth shine in the low lighting as he gives you an excited smile, his big hands worming their way into your shorts, tugging at it sharply. "Good, you experience the best first, put a high standard to any other bastard that tries to please you."

You couldn't control the scoff that leaves you, "The best? Don't you think you're putting some high expectations on yourself, lover boy?"

Spider tosses your shorts off to the side, grabbing your thighs and dragging you forward, your ass nearly falling off the edge causing you to yelp, clutching Spider's shoulder for support. He hooks your legs over his shoulders laying wet, opened mouthed kisses against the plush skin of your inner thighs. His teeth graze your skin as he nips at you, "I'm only passing on the message other's have told."

Before you can think of a snarky comeback, Spider licks a long strip from your entrance to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves, suckling at it as the very point of his tongue teases your clit.

You gasp at the foreign sensation, the feeling of Spider's silky wet tongue gliding through your soaked folds is euphoric, unable to regain your breath as his tongue just slightly dips into your hole, groaning at your taste, the sound vibrating against your aching bud.

"Oh, fuck, S-Spider, I– oh!" Every word you mewl and whimper is incoherent, a jumble of Spider's name and cusses as your moans coat the night air. Your fingers thread through Spider's thick, tangled locs, tugging at his hair, pushing his face further into your cunt.

Spider groans against your drenched pussy as you pulls on his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as encouragement. His tongue pushes into your quivering hole, massaging your wet, gummy walls, his nose brushing against your clit. You feel your stomach tightening, a pleasuring ache spreading from your core to the rest of your body, numbing your limbs as they start to shake uncontrollably.

This feeling is so different from anything you've felt before, so much more intense then when you try pleasuring yourself, always failing in having a orgasm that actually satisfies the deep ache that settles in your core. Your hips push off the rock your perched on, humping into Spider's waiting mouth, grinding against his tongue.

"Spider!" you moan, digging your nails into his scalp, hips bucking harshly against his face. "It's– I need to–" Your eyes close, head falling back on your neck as you submit to your approaching orgasm.

Spider hums against your clit, kissing the pulsing bundle of nerves one last time before abruptly pulling away, leaving your pussy clenching and unclenching, you whine loudly as you feel the glorious orgasm that was approaching leave.

Your head falls forward, glaring at Spider as he wink at you, wiping your slick and his spit off his chin. "Fucking asshole!" you whine, smacking his shoulder.

"Watch your mouth, lil sis, or you're not cumming at all tonight."

Immediately your face falls making Spider laugh. His arms wind around your waist, plucking you off the rock, your legs wrap around his hips, hugging his warm, toned body against yours. A bone deep satisfaction creeps across your skin as you feel his body against yours, the intimacy of it sparking a crave for more of his skin to be stuck on yours.

Laying flat on the ground with Spider above you, you reach for the hem of your tank top, pulling it off with your cardigan and throwing it off to the side. Your nipples harden under Spider's hungry gaze, his big, calloused hands moving to knead at your plump breasts, your back arching into his touch as his thumbs run over your sensitive nipples.

Spider's hip unconsciously starting to rock against yours, his thick cockhead grinding against your clit, his piercing catching on it at ever grind. Both of each other's hands are restless, constantly exploring your bodies. His hands worship you, lips leaving tender kisses on your skin, large palms guiding your thighs to hook higher up on his waist, spreading you more open for him.

His cock nudges at your slick entrance, applying the lightest amount of pressure, just barely breaching your tight hole. "Spider, please!" you beg, squeezing your thighs around him as your heels lock behind his back, pulling him flush against your body.

"You're so pretty like this, my pretty sister so eager for my cock to split her pretty pussy open." Spider teases, pushing a little deeper, popping his tip past the initial tightening of your entrance. Spider hides his face into the side of your neck, cooing at you as you whine from the sudden stretch, the uncomfortable burn of his cock bullying his way in your tight cunt takes your breath away.

"Fuck, you're tight..." Spider groans, the pressure on his piercing making his pelvis twitch, eager to feel you completely wrapped around him. His thumb soothes over your hip bone, his hands keeping your squirming form in place as he rocks another inch in.

"Spider– fuck!" your fingernails scratch at his back and shoulders, the wet sensation of blood coating your fingertips as Spider continues to rock his hips into yours, finally bottoms out, his swollen balls pressing against you ass.

"What is it, Oeyä Syulang?" he asks, drawing his hips back a couple of inches, making his cock drag across your sensitive walls, his piercing tickling your insides in the most bizarrely pleasuring way. His hips snaps forward, his heavy cockhead resting on your sweet spot.

Your back arches, your breasts squishing against his chest, his nipple piercings rubbing against your own perked nubs. Spider claims your lips in a heated kiss, absorbing your broken moans as he pulls out just to push back in, starting a steady pace of fucking you stupid, his pelvis becoming sticky from your slick, gliding against your clit at ever building thrusts.

Spider's lips find their place on your neck, leaving blooming love bites on every inch of your skin he can get ahold of, claiming you as his in every way he can. His mouth latches around your nipple, suckling on the stiff bud, lightly biting down on your sensitive nipple, groaning against your skin when you tug at his hair again.

His one hand keeping your hip in an iron grip, his other hand never stops wandering. Cupping your face as he leaves your hickey covered chest, coming back up to kiss you, trailing down to your waist, then your hips, squeezing your thighs as he pulls your leg to rest on his shoulder, allowing him to drive his cock deeper, fucking you harder.

If it wasn't for Spider's heavy body pining you down, your body would be driven up the spongey moss you're laying on, your arms locked around his neck, using the leverage your legs have on his waist to rock your hips into Spider's, meeting his every thrust with growing vigor, gasping as his piercing is driven against your cervix.

The tightening from before is traveling through your body, only intensified when you feel Spider's cock start to pulse and twitch in your ever tightening walls. "Spy, I gotta– please!"

Spider pulls away from your embrace, shooing you as you whine from the lack of warmth. He rests on his knees, never stopping his brutal assault on your cunt as he lifts your other leg on his shoulder, thrusting into this new angle that makes his cockhead grind against your sweet spot, piercing throbbing in time with Spider's rapidly beating heart.

Spider's hand runs up your body, resting to grasp your neck, squeezing until the edges of your vision go black, the head rush bringing a sudden pulse in your core. "Cum for me, sevin."

As if his words flipped a switch, your pussy tightens, walls spasming as you cum, the knot in your stomach unravels. You cry out as Spider fucks you through your high, overwhelmed by how intense your orgasm is, draining your body of ever unpleasuring orgasm before, mind going fuzzy as your body goes limp, aftershock tremors still racking through your body.

Spider sudden pulls out, panting as he fists his throbbing cock, groaning above you as he works over his slick cock. His thumb teases over his tip, rolling his piercing as he whimpers, the first rope of thick, white cum spurts out of his tip, falling on your stomach. Rope after rope of his hot cum paints your stomach and chest, Spider's breathy moans ringing in your ears until the overstimulation becomes too much for him, letting go of his still twitching cock.

Spider flops down beside you, both of you staring at the huge panopyra hanging above you, panting as you try to catch your breath. "I take it back, you're good at fucking."

Spider snorts, wrapping his big arms around your shoulders and waist, pulling you close against him, laying a small kiss to the back of your neck. "I'm glad, I couldn't let you go around thinking you couldn't ever get a good fuck."

You smack his shoulder before turning into his body, tucking your head under his chin, curling your body into his warm embrace. "So, is my baby satisfied?" Spider asks, nuzzling his nose into your cheek.

You fight a smile, perching your lips as you fake contemplation, thinking over your answer, "I don't know, I think you have some more to prove, freak boy."

Spider props himself on his elbow, looking down at you with a wide smile, "Anything for you, Syulang."

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tiyawnyana · 4 months

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Kinkmas : Day 6

Thigh-Fucking

A/N: I got my lip pierced! (Labret) and my mouth hurts! Yippee! So worth it though I feel so swag

Pairing: Lo'ak x fem! Human reader

Warnings: slight somnophilia kinda, thigh fucking, soft cute stuff, hinted face sitting at the end

It's hot. Sticky warmth in the forest, billowing out onto the forest floors.

Sweat beads up on your sleeping form; behind your neck, besding up just under where your mask seals over your face, between your thighs where your skin rubs together.

Gradually, you feel yourself wake up. You're groggy, licking your dry lips as you realize your body is too warm- that you're being moved around. You blink blearily and look around.

Lo'aks kelku; you'd stayed the night with him after his training for the last few weeks. Weeks of little contact, weeks of no touch. He had curled himself around you, kissing your temple soft and sweet with gentle promises to make it up to you the next day; he was so tired.

He doesn't seem tired now, you realize, as you feel something thick and hard, pressed up against your cunt and thrusting between your thighs.

You release a choked, surprised moan and he's quick to fumble out apologies.

"Shit- I'm so sorry, so sorry, baby, unhf-" He whines brokenly, arms clinging to your body as his hips buck up into you, cock slick from the pre dribbling down, coating your inner thighs,"Needed you- fuck, it's been too long-"

"I thought you were tired, ma'yawntutsyìp," you rasp out, body slumping into his voluntarily,"Would've taken care of you before."

You curl your fingers over his arms, tracing the strips and release a shaky moan as his length manages to rub into your now wet tewng, grinding over your folds and clit.

"I know you would have- you're too good for me," he groans, head tipping back against the furs,"Love you so much, tahni."

His thrusts get progressively quicker, obvious that he's chasing his release. You help by tightening your thighs around his cock, an immediate moan having a hot zing hitting your core. You moan shakily, reaching your hand up to curl behind his head, brushing over his braid gently.

He chokes on a groan, eyes rolling back as he humps into your thighs before gasping loudly, cock twitching between your thighs before cum splatters across your skin.

He humps into you for another minute, breathless as your fingers tug at his hair, and he's finally slumping down against the blankets.

He pants, eyes closed as he faces the roof of the kelku. You carefully sit up, grabbing a nearby rag and cleaning your thighs.

"'M sorry, baby," he rasps, tugging you back by the cord of your tewng.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Lo'ak, really.. but you could've woken me, I never mind our mid-night romps," you snicker, gazing at him fondly. You cup his cheek tenderly.

He smiles softly under your touch, wide golden eyes gazing up at you before he pokes the glass of your mask,"Hate this thing, wish I could kiss you all the time."

You snicker once more, tugging your mask up to kiss him quickly before fixing it back over your face.

He grumbles, before you visibly see that lightbulb go off in his head as his eyes light up,"C'mere," is all he says before he's tugging you up, up, over his chest and settling your hips above his face.

"You're too good to me, baby, let me make it up to you," is all he says in warning before your tewng is nearly torn off and he tugs you down onto his eager mouth and tongue.

A/N: gonna start posting the rest of the prompts randomly, so sorry for the hold up!!

Tags: @akoyaxs @vee1728 @ikeyniofthetayrangi

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tiyawnyana · 4 months

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Kinkmas : Day 5

On a Mount

A/N: kinda back I'm gonna be posting more to catch up on Friday but needed to get this one posted bc I struggled with the idea of this prompt but loved this one

Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem! Omitikaya Reader

Warnings: on a Pali, outdoors, handjob, teasing, slightly dom reader and sub jake,

"Skxawng," you chuckle, rolling your eyes as you watch Jakesulli.

To put it frankly, he fucked up. Again.

You were on a voyage with him to explore some of the southern fields, mostly just for a fun day, but the male had managed to be thrown off of his Pali. You snort as you watch the beast gallop away, back toward the treeline to home.

"Come," you call for him, rolling your eyes playfully once more,"You will lead her, I will be here behind you."

You scoot back at that, disconnecting your kuru, failing to spot the growing deep purple hue lighting up his cheeks. He's quick to shake his head, attempting to clear his thoughts before carefully clambering onto the steed.

You also fail to realize the full body shiver as he feels your hips press into his as you scoot close to him, your chest pressed to his back as you carefully move his kuru over his shoulder.

"Make the bond, feel her breath," your voice is soft against his neck.

He swallows hard, nodding too quickly as he rushes the bond. It startles the pali, and she jolts forward a few steps, enough to have you laugh outloud and cling to his waist.

"Be calm!"

"I am-"

"Oh, yes, because that was so calm for her!" You giggle out, rolling your eyes before playfully clicking your tongue,"Just feel her heart, strength, trust her. Have her move forward, by this rate we may reach the fields by nightfall."

The first ten minutes are rocky, the steed huffs and nearly bucks you off, but with time, she calms. You're leaning against Jake now, peeking over his shoulder and grinning.

"We are almost there," your breath tickles his neck.

"Okay-" He replies gruffly.

"Are you alright?"

He nods too quick, and you lean into him to peer at his face, spotting the light purple around his ears and cheeks.

"Oh? What is it-"

"It's nothing," he grumbles out. You giggle at that, pushing him with your chest as you tease him only for the steed to jerk forward, and you fumble and grasp at skin to stabilize yourself.

The resounding gasp has him immediately apologizing, body going rigid as your hands brushed over hardened flesh, perched atop his right thigh.

You fight to stifle the grin on your lips, continuing to peer over his shoulder to spot that embarrassed blush that has a familiar heat coiling between your legs.

Your decision is very quick, probably not the best idea atop a moving pali, but it doesn't stop you from leaning forward to whisper into his neck,"Keep your focus forward."

And you quickly grip over his hardened length over his tewng.

He chokes on his spit, a startled yelp leaking from his lips that causes the pali to jolt; Jake gasps as your hand strokes over his member, firm but not enough considering his tewng. He tries to crane his neck, tries to gawk at you until you pinch his hip.

"What did I say?"

He nods quickly,"Ke- fuck, keep my eyes forward," he stammers.

A coy grin forms on your lips and you sweetly press them to his shoulderblade,"Good boy."

He shivers, almost sagging against you as you pick up your speed, and not long after you're slipping your hand beneath his tewng and wrapping your fist around him, skin to skin much to his relief. His hips buck up, a broken gasp seeping from his mouth that you wish you could've kissed away. He groans, hips desperately gyrating into your hand and he begins to lose his focus on his surroundings.

"Pay attention, Jakesulli," you tease firmly, slowing your strokes.

"Okay- okay! Don't stop," he pants, shaking his head quickly,"Please."

"We'll see."

You gradually pick up the pace once more, a deep blush painting your skin as your own arousal boils up. You feel your core pulsing with need.

You take your hand from his tewng, gripping his waist and watching as he groans, panting harshly and how his voice got breathy with his pleads.

"Show me you can listen with her, then I'll ride you like this tonight," you tease.

"You better keep that promise," he huffs out.

A/N: love me some slightly subby jake

Tags: @akoyaxs @vee1728 @ikeyniofthetayrangi

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar smut #avatar way of water #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #avatar12daysofkinkmas

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tiyawnyana · 4 months

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Taking a mini break from posting my kinkmas list, I'm sorry for the hold up! I'm currently getting over an illness and want to bury myself alive (I'm also a moron and didn't write these in advance) but I should be back up and running sometime this week!

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tiyawnyana · 5 months

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God damn

I absolutely love how you incorporated such realistic character for this one, from the humor to the smut

This was such a fun read and I need more of the soul mate tattoo au I adored this

Lo'ak suffering from foot in mouth disease had me cackling omfg

Kinktober 12- Fingering

Ao’nung x Human Fem Reader

Warnings ⚠️: The title gives it away, soulmate AU (matching tattoo’s)

Honestly just happy you guys enjoy my writing ❤️ thank you for your likes, comments, and reblogs, they make me incredibly happy and I look forward to seeing them☺️

I can’t remember if I proofread it but don’t be afraid to call out any mistakes :)

Word Count: 2.1K

I was born on Pandora like the rest of the kids here, scientists got horny and decided to have children, there was no effective birth control they could create and a new generation of humans had been born. Spider was the first of us, I was the second, and with us being born came a new wave of soulmate tattoo’s permanently imbedded in all our wrists. Something so special to the Na’Vi had started showing up on all of us, meaning the all mother must have had special plans for us or even saw us as her children.

I have no idea if Neytiri’s tattoo of Jake’s name had been in English or in Na’vi and at this point, knowing how she had been toward Spider, I had been afraid to ask but I couldn’t help and wonder if this had been something she often kept covered as a teenager, believing she had been rejected by the all mother due to the incomprehensible symbols on her wrist, and therefore believing she did not having a soulmate?

They did, however, keep their children’s wrists covered from the moment of their birth up until the moment they passed their iknimaya. Sure every kid had their curiosity and peeked under the band, but the name had been something kept a secret, some parents wouldn’t even take a look as they did not want to influence themselves to play matchmaker with their friends, it had been something they took seriously, a blessing from Eywa that their perfect match had been out there.

To be completely honest I hadn’t even known they wrote things down, or that they had a written vocabulary as they often spoke of their history, used the song chord to keep track of their lives, it wasn’t new to me that the tattoo on either wrist meant it was the name of your soulmate. Had this meant that the letters of my name littered themselves across a Na’vi’s wrist in English, or was it written in their language so they could understand it, did that specific Na’vi think they had been cursed had the letters been in symbols they had yet to understand? I’d purposely avoided wanting anything to do with learning the Na’vi written language due to the fear of rejection, had the specific person known it was their name they could decide what my fate would be.

There were three options. They could reject me flat out and reveal themselves as my soulmate, they could ignore me completely without having told me a thing and I’d die alone, and the highly unlikely scenario in which they’d want to have me for themselves and actually go through with being with me their entire lives. But all of that had been thrown out the window the moment Spider and I had been captured by his reincarnated father- which threw the both of us in a loop after he’d shared who he was- all of that shit had been left field, and we’d finally ended up with the Metkayina.

Due to suffeirng from foot-in-fucking-mouth disease, Lo’ak had blurted out to the people they often hung out with, that I could not read in Na’Vi, and that my soulmate was also Na’Vi. I had been given a bracelet, decorated with traditional Omatikaya colors and pattern, that I had yet to take off of my wrist from the moment Neteyam had made one for me, knowing I would want nothing more than to hide it. Even if Tuk had been young, she’d known how sensitive the topic was for me, and slapped the back of Lo’ak’s head from being a loud mouthed bitch- her words, not mine.

I’d kept a close eye on the bracelet he’d made me and assured it was tied around my wrist as tightly as possible, while allowing room for circulation, which was tricky considering riding on an Ilu- especially with Lo’ak or Neteyam, that shit loosened up every time. But with my close observation it remained intact and on my wrist, effectively covering my tattoo.

Until we’d all been huddled around the cook fire, the same group of people who hung out together sitting closely to one another, Kiri’s gasp breaking us all out of the concentration we’d all been in while listening to one of the guys talking about whatever it was they felt like sharing. All eyes had followed hers and like every other time, I’d been the last one to follow what they’d been doing, noticing my wrist had been handing something to her, vulnerably showing everyone what my tattoo had said, my eyes widened as I immediately look on the sand to find my bracelet and feeling my arm being tugged in another direction.

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Big hands had currently been forcing my thighs to stay open even while I attempted to shut them on his face, I’d been feeling overstimulated at the moment but his tongue continued to dance around my clit as if it had choreographed an entire show, I was on the verge of yet another orgasm and weakly attempted to push his forehead away, all while my hips pushed closer to him. I suck in a breath and throw my head back in frustration at my failed attempt, the coil in my stomach had tightened even more and I knew I was closer to release, a chuckle coming out of the mouth of the bastard who was currently eating me out.

“Ao’nung!” I whisper-yelled at the teal man below me, another quiet moan slips past my lips without wanting to, compelled to stop fighting as soon as his eyes shoot up through his thick lashes to meet mine, my knee’s growing weak at the sight. I couldn’t see his mouth as he was keeping it busy, but from the look in his eyes I could tell he had been smirking, feeling his fingers prod at my entrance, not bothering to tease any longer and sliding them in. I’d had two orgasms previous and the third one was right at the cusp, his fingers working diligently, he was insatiable at this moment and seemed to be doing what he wanted- not that I could complain as my hips buck upward to meet the teasing thrusts of his fingers.

I could feel the coil in my lower belly just about to give in, but his mouth detaches from my already soaked cunt, biting his lip as he focuses on his fingers being swallowed, and yet all I could do was attempt to wiggle my hips further, upset at his fingers retracting. Another whine had built itself in my throat and I look down to see him looking through his lashes and into the depths of my soul, completely forgetting he’d attached his kuru to the base of my skull and that he could feel everything I was feeling at the moment. I clench around his fingers subconsciously at the thought of how close we were at this time, his eyes were hazed with lust and longing, I could only imagine what my face looked like.

“You look gorgeous on my fingers, yawntu.” In the time I’d gotten lost staring at his eyes, he’d managed to meet my face with his own, his fingers working me closer to the edge without allowing me the satisfaction of coming, fingers pushing up against a specific spot and I could feel the waves of euphoria getting stronger, but not enough to crash over me. I grunt right as his lips meet mine and effectively muting the sound, feeling his opposite hand lightly pushing my thigh apart as his other continued its ministrations.

“Don’t stop-“ I’d grunted as his thrusts pick up their speed, my eyes closing on instinct as I bite my lip to keep from making too much noise, marui’s were considered their homes, but nobody had to tell me it was obvious you could hear every sound -there are gaping holes everywhere- I didn’t need to be the one human ruining it for everyone. My own gasp brings me back to the present feeling his fingers pushing harder, he’d been squatting on his toes while attempting a third orgasm out of me -which wasn’t that far behind- but from the angle I was at I could see he was hard under his loincloth, but he’d been too busy focusing on my cunt to care about himself, and who was I to mess with his concentration?

I’d wanted nothing more than to allow myself to moan, but considering our circumstances and how close we were to everyone else, I settled for short and fast pants, it was near impossible to keep any noise down with how well he’d been treating me and the sting overstimulation had only been temporary, being drowned out by the pleasure I was feeling at the moment. I was starting to feel myself spiral in my own head and felt like I needed something to hold on to, previously I’d been holding on to his pretty hair and accidentally pressing my nails into his scalp, but with nothing in reach for me to hold on I’d started slightly thrashing in the floor of our marui, but I’d rather do this than be loud.

“I want to see you come on my fingers.” My eyes snapped open -barely- at how low his voice had sounded only to realize he’d been too focused on my pussy to realize he’d said anything. I’d taken note he’d often speak without realizing he’d said anything at the moment until someone- usually Tsireya- called him out on whatever bullshit he’d said, ironically most of it was usually aimed at Spider and me. A whine sneaks past my mouth and one of my hands comes up to reach just as one of his hands come to squeeze the sides of my neck, staring right at me, eyes begging me to come.

“M’coming-“ I struggle to whisper and stated quite breathless before feeling my eyes shut again, a blinding white vision coming behind them as his fingers rub against the spot he had been assaulting this entire time. I could feel an insane amount of energy flowing through my body as I orgasmed and was surprised at how quiet I’d been, biting my own lip and thankful enough to not draw blood, allowing the waves to crash over my body silently. It kind of felt like when someone stretches in the morning, their limbs are spread wide and are on the verge of getting a Charlie-horse, minus the loud groan accompanying it.

Slowly but surely my senses start coming back to me and I could feel my body had been run through the ringer, I felt exhausted and energized at the same time, although a feeling of shock was coursing through me and it had taken a bit to remember that I had been attached to my husband, opening my eyes and seeing his shocked expression fitting the emotion I felt through our bond. I look down toward where he had been staring and it takes a second for me to realize there were droplets of something wet running along the length of his arm and some on his knees, my own eyes widening slightly at the sight, slowly reaching his stare -as he had found it in himself to look up- and realizing I was sharing the same shocked expression.

“What was that?” He asked and the amusement was clear as day in his voice, feeling a million thoughts starting to run through my head, although I was certain most of them had been his own. I shake my head a bit to rid myself of the disorganized chaos that had started flooding my brain to try and understand the predicament we were in, distinctly remembering that I may have done this one other time, but not remembering what it had been or even felt like when it happened before, but this one had definitely made me feel like I needed twelve business days to recover from.

“I need to see you do that again.” His eyes darkened as he said that and I could feel myself start to squirm with excitement, but hissing slightly at the sting of overstimulation, I was definitely in for it tonight and it was already late as fuck, were we ever going to get the sleep we needed to keep up with our busy day tomorrow?

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